Hey I don't own Ella Enchanted, but Tristan, Thomas, Rebecca,
Christina, and more to come are all mine( So read and enjoy!
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An annoying surprise
It was a warm morning. One of those mornings when it seems nothing can go wrong, but it always does. I didn't want to get up, but my manservant, Theodore Seemed to be hell-bent on getting me out of bed.
"Young sir! Get out of bed this instant it is nearly 7 o'clock!" he said as loudly as he could. Theodore was old. I mean really old, like a rotten apple, all wrinkly, and he smells weird. He is my father's servant when my father was a boy and most like his father's servant as well. He's that old.
"NO!" I grumbled burying my head under the pillows. 7'oclock, Bleh! Like I'm getting up now!
Suddenly I felt big hands pulling me up.
"Get up you little wimp!" Thomas, (the devil take him...) picked me up out of bed. Thomas is much bigger then me. He is only 25, but he's huge in comparison to me. I'm small framed, no clue were I got that from. Both Mother and father are larger then me.
He contrasts me in every way. He, like I said, is bigger, older, better with the ladies, and stronger then me. His hair is black like mother's, he had brown eyes like father, and had a sharply cut face like grandmothers.
I'm taller then him, but much thinner, and I have a wiry build. He could easily pick me up and throw me if he felt like it. I have Blonde hair, (odd really...) and gray, almost black eyes. I surely am a sight.
I stand out in every crowd, my hair has a very thin texture, so mother always makes sure I keep it cut short. No long flowing mane of hair like Thomas for me. My hair is kept about ear length, like fathers. It fits him completely. I looked plain, peculiar.
Well, anyway, Thomas picked my blanket and me up. I could just see Theodore's smirking face. This happens a lot you see, Thomas having to wake me up. I hate getting up at 7 in the morning, but mother says it's to prepare me for my trip to Bamarre. Thomas went there when he was 19. He said he died of boredom.
Lucky little me.
"Thomas I'm up already!" I shouted and kicked, which was very hard because he had rolled me up in my bedding.
"Alright!" He shouted and dropped me. When I finally got out of my bindings, Theodore had gone, and Thomas was sitting in my chair, his legs on my table.
"Tristan, why is it that every morning I must come in and do this?"
"Thomas, why is it that every morning I am forced to get up at 7!? Its not like I have to do any chores!" I sat on the floor, my blanket beside me, my hair was all messed up, and my pale skin contrasted my black clothes. Thomas just stared at me blankly, then got up to leave. Just as he left my room, he popped his head back in and opened that stupid mouth of his.
"Trish, mum wanted me to tell you we are having a ball tonight. In your honor. Again." Then he left me, leaving my door open. I hate that name, Trish, I wish he'd stop calling me that.
I stood up, throwing my blankets onto my bed. Some maid will clean it later, I told my self, even though they never clean my room.
I walked over to my door and stuck my head out trying to see who else was awake at this awful hour. Light flooded the hallway. I stepped out from my dark room. The light burned my eyes, I squinted a bit and ran into someone.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw the person I bumped into. Some maid of my sister's. She sat there terrified, the laundry she was carrying was strung about the floor and me. Then I knew who she was.
It was Lillian, my sister's lady in waiting. I have seen her a lot, she always seems to be scared of me. Hiding behind doors when I come her way. Thomas had always teased her, sticking bugs down her pants, and slapping her bottom. But why she was scared of me, I don't know.
I was sitting on my knees, her directly in front of me, partially lying on her back.
"Uh, are you ok?" I asked startled. She briskly nodded her head and started picking up the laundry. She wouldn't look at me.
I got up and left. What would you have done? I think it was better of me to leave, then to sit there and scare her. Well I walked into my messy room. Mother had come in when I was asleep still and laid a suit out for me.
It was black with silver trimming, in honor of me and my favorite colors. Every thing given to me was 'in my honor' so was everything done for me. Ghak. I hate being royal, actually I love it. Its just I hate certain things. I don't mind people doing things for me, I don't mind people bowing and people wanting to do things in my honor.
I just dislike the whole point. Being considered a god on earth basically. I hate that idea. I have never even left our palace, no that's not true. I have left the castle, to go to other castles. Wow I'm impressed. No wonder everyone thinks I'm a wimp. Ugh, I want to live, to be free on my own. I don't think it would be very hard, become a servant of some sort. I can read and write, I could be a Paige for some foreign land..
No, it's virtually impossible. Every one knows who we are, us Royals, well let me rephrase that. Other royals know that we are royal out side our own country. Heck, if I went to Bamarre, and decided to be a merchant, no one would know who I was. Well unless I went to a palace or something..
I dressed and went down stairs to the ballroom. It was done up in black and silver. There were tons of servants running about, decorating. Mother was sitting in a chair directing them about. Father was talking to Thomas about something funny. I bumped into lots of people. No, they bumped into me!
"Mom!" bumped into by an old man "Can-" bump "I-" bump "Know-" bump "What's-" I dodged an old woman who was partly blind and had no teeth. Gross. "Going on?" I finally got to her.
"Oh, um yes. We are having a banquet in you hon-"
"I know that! Why?" I hated it when they did this. Point out the obvious. Father stepped up.
"Son, we have something to tell you. You are 19 now-" Well no duh father I thought I was 6. "We are hosting a ball for you. We know you wanted to get your own wife, but it's been 3 years since you said this. Its time to grow up." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"But Father! I can't just.. marry some odd girl I don't know!" Father sighed. Mother shook her head. Thomas sneered. "Trish, you don't need to love em' you just got to bed em'."
I ran out of there. I couldn't take it. Marry just to keep my family happy?
Never..
A/N Hey how do you all like it? R/R please!
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An annoying surprise
It was a warm morning. One of those mornings when it seems nothing can go wrong, but it always does. I didn't want to get up, but my manservant, Theodore Seemed to be hell-bent on getting me out of bed.
"Young sir! Get out of bed this instant it is nearly 7 o'clock!" he said as loudly as he could. Theodore was old. I mean really old, like a rotten apple, all wrinkly, and he smells weird. He is my father's servant when my father was a boy and most like his father's servant as well. He's that old.
"NO!" I grumbled burying my head under the pillows. 7'oclock, Bleh! Like I'm getting up now!
Suddenly I felt big hands pulling me up.
"Get up you little wimp!" Thomas, (the devil take him...) picked me up out of bed. Thomas is much bigger then me. He is only 25, but he's huge in comparison to me. I'm small framed, no clue were I got that from. Both Mother and father are larger then me.
He contrasts me in every way. He, like I said, is bigger, older, better with the ladies, and stronger then me. His hair is black like mother's, he had brown eyes like father, and had a sharply cut face like grandmothers.
I'm taller then him, but much thinner, and I have a wiry build. He could easily pick me up and throw me if he felt like it. I have Blonde hair, (odd really...) and gray, almost black eyes. I surely am a sight.
I stand out in every crowd, my hair has a very thin texture, so mother always makes sure I keep it cut short. No long flowing mane of hair like Thomas for me. My hair is kept about ear length, like fathers. It fits him completely. I looked plain, peculiar.
Well, anyway, Thomas picked my blanket and me up. I could just see Theodore's smirking face. This happens a lot you see, Thomas having to wake me up. I hate getting up at 7 in the morning, but mother says it's to prepare me for my trip to Bamarre. Thomas went there when he was 19. He said he died of boredom.
Lucky little me.
"Thomas I'm up already!" I shouted and kicked, which was very hard because he had rolled me up in my bedding.
"Alright!" He shouted and dropped me. When I finally got out of my bindings, Theodore had gone, and Thomas was sitting in my chair, his legs on my table.
"Tristan, why is it that every morning I must come in and do this?"
"Thomas, why is it that every morning I am forced to get up at 7!? Its not like I have to do any chores!" I sat on the floor, my blanket beside me, my hair was all messed up, and my pale skin contrasted my black clothes. Thomas just stared at me blankly, then got up to leave. Just as he left my room, he popped his head back in and opened that stupid mouth of his.
"Trish, mum wanted me to tell you we are having a ball tonight. In your honor. Again." Then he left me, leaving my door open. I hate that name, Trish, I wish he'd stop calling me that.
I stood up, throwing my blankets onto my bed. Some maid will clean it later, I told my self, even though they never clean my room.
I walked over to my door and stuck my head out trying to see who else was awake at this awful hour. Light flooded the hallway. I stepped out from my dark room. The light burned my eyes, I squinted a bit and ran into someone.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw the person I bumped into. Some maid of my sister's. She sat there terrified, the laundry she was carrying was strung about the floor and me. Then I knew who she was.
It was Lillian, my sister's lady in waiting. I have seen her a lot, she always seems to be scared of me. Hiding behind doors when I come her way. Thomas had always teased her, sticking bugs down her pants, and slapping her bottom. But why she was scared of me, I don't know.
I was sitting on my knees, her directly in front of me, partially lying on her back.
"Uh, are you ok?" I asked startled. She briskly nodded her head and started picking up the laundry. She wouldn't look at me.
I got up and left. What would you have done? I think it was better of me to leave, then to sit there and scare her. Well I walked into my messy room. Mother had come in when I was asleep still and laid a suit out for me.
It was black with silver trimming, in honor of me and my favorite colors. Every thing given to me was 'in my honor' so was everything done for me. Ghak. I hate being royal, actually I love it. Its just I hate certain things. I don't mind people doing things for me, I don't mind people bowing and people wanting to do things in my honor.
I just dislike the whole point. Being considered a god on earth basically. I hate that idea. I have never even left our palace, no that's not true. I have left the castle, to go to other castles. Wow I'm impressed. No wonder everyone thinks I'm a wimp. Ugh, I want to live, to be free on my own. I don't think it would be very hard, become a servant of some sort. I can read and write, I could be a Paige for some foreign land..
No, it's virtually impossible. Every one knows who we are, us Royals, well let me rephrase that. Other royals know that we are royal out side our own country. Heck, if I went to Bamarre, and decided to be a merchant, no one would know who I was. Well unless I went to a palace or something..
I dressed and went down stairs to the ballroom. It was done up in black and silver. There were tons of servants running about, decorating. Mother was sitting in a chair directing them about. Father was talking to Thomas about something funny. I bumped into lots of people. No, they bumped into me!
"Mom!" bumped into by an old man "Can-" bump "I-" bump "Know-" bump "What's-" I dodged an old woman who was partly blind and had no teeth. Gross. "Going on?" I finally got to her.
"Oh, um yes. We are having a banquet in you hon-"
"I know that! Why?" I hated it when they did this. Point out the obvious. Father stepped up.
"Son, we have something to tell you. You are 19 now-" Well no duh father I thought I was 6. "We are hosting a ball for you. We know you wanted to get your own wife, but it's been 3 years since you said this. Its time to grow up." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"But Father! I can't just.. marry some odd girl I don't know!" Father sighed. Mother shook her head. Thomas sneered. "Trish, you don't need to love em' you just got to bed em'."
I ran out of there. I couldn't take it. Marry just to keep my family happy?
Never..
A/N Hey how do you all like it? R/R please!