This will most likely remain a oneshot... However this is going to turn into a rp blog soon, so there's that if you wish to see more of this AU. This was also snagged from my tumblr, btw.

Note: Daniel is my headcanon name for the yellow puppet. I do not own any of the characters/parts of Don't hug me I'm Scared.

Darkened eyes shifted around the light room. Translucent hairs hung like vines, loose and some tangled. Today was the day the kingdom had been looking forward to for generations— The day she despised.

Her wedding day.

She might've been more pleasant about it, if not for the circumstances infringing upon it. The first object of issues was the reason this whole thing was occurring. As a little girl, she loved the concept— A big, gorgeous white gown, detailed and complex embroidery with lightly colored jewels decorating her front torso and parts of her gown.

But as she got older, she began to understand why her parents frequented the subject. She was a pawn in their own little game for Power and Control over the other 5 main lands. They were discussing a while before about marrying her off to the prince of time!

She had nothing personal against him or the people, really. It was just that they bored her with all their strict behaviors, involving schedules, acting as tight as the dress she wore and being the opposite of what she was taught to be, in general.

"Your highness!"

Her head jerked with her body to face the door. It was none other than her ser- assistant, Daniel. She forced a grin, "Yes Daniel?"

"Everyone is awaiting you in the main foyer."

Her grin faded into neutrality. Her voice dropped, "Oh. Yes, that. Tell them I'll be down in a minute or two."

"Yes ma'am."

Before he could leave, she croaked, "Daniel?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Could you come here for a moment, please?"

She sensed fear striking into him with the speed of a pin drop. He trembled towards her, trying to act as normal as possible. He inquired, "Y..Yes Ma'am?"

The princess gestured him to sit on the plush seat next to her. Carefully, he sat. She began, turning herself towards him, "Now Daniel, what I'm going to tell you is very important for you to keep in mind. I want you to never, ever in your life forget this, alright?"

He shook his pale head, sending a dash of dirt flinging towards her vanity. Realizing what he had done, he apologized profusely, leaving her to comfort him and tell him she'd take care of it. She continued, "Daniel, you are a wonderful, courteous young man. I have watched you grow from a young boy who was learning how to clean our tables to where you are today!

It's incredible how time has gone… Anyhow, what I wanna say is you are important. As horribly as we may treat you at times, as disgusting as the work you do may seem, you're capable of some of the most incredible things… Did you know that?"

He shook his head, eyes welling up. She smiled, her gloved hand rubbing against his dirt-stained arm, "Well, you are. So no matter what my folks do to you, I want you to know that you are in fact amazing and that you shouldn't let them bring you down… Do you hear me?"

He nodded, gently this time. Cautiously, she passed him a handkerchief and let him rub his eyes. He sniffled, "Thank you ma'am, that was awfully gracious of you to say such kind words about me."

"You're welcome. Do keep the handkerchief in my memory, and if I am to return, you may call me Note if you so wish."

"Yes ma'am, thank you."

He stood from the chair as she reminded him of what to tell the waiting guests. She turned back to her reflection for last minute adjustments. Her hair was neat, as ordered as could be. She hid the glove in a drawer and replaced it with a fresh one, also sticking a new handkerchief in her glove.

Taking one last glance at her colorful bedroom, she stood up and made her way to the foyer.

"Where the hell is she?"

"Please excuse his language, he's very serious about his schedule… Although, he does have a point. She is three minutes, two seconds behind— If she is to be queen of our country, she must develop a very tight sense of timing."

The prince strode across the ballroom, pacing back and forth with his eyes fixated on his golden pocket watch. His mother watched him, having nothing better to do. She did not want to indulge in a conversation with the fellow queen, seeing how her daughter wasn't doing so well.

The doors flung open and in came flying the girl, carrying her box. As she approached, she slowed to a stop. Oh, what a mess she was! Hairs out of place, having to run in instead of walk… However, she was a rather short, attractive figure.

As she blabbered her apologies, the prince strolled towards them and looked her up and down. His mother spotted his glancing and cleared her throat, catching both their attentions. She hissed, "Introduce yourselves. Properly."

The girl took a bow, pulling her skirt up her sides, courteously smiling, "Princess Paige Note of Artasco."

Pleased with her presentation, the prince pulled an arm in front of his torso and behind his back, diving down with a similar smile, "Tony Timespringer of Ticspringer."

She had an urge to snort at his town name, but fought thoroughly against it. Despite his smile, he did not seem to enjoy her presence at all. In fact, he seemed rather disgusted by her messiness and disorganization.

Not catching his despise for the girl, his mother smiled, "Ah yes, it's good you two are getting along… Even if you weren't, you two would still be wed at the same day and time— Tomorrow at one."

Both faces turned blank in shock. She didn't seem to be joking one bit…

"No!"

They shrieked it in unison, glancing at each other, then the windows, bodies storming away from one another. Note shrieked, "He's from the most boring place I know, much less would I want to live there and be turned into a pawn like you all planned all along!"

Tony kept his thoughts to himself. He didn't want to rule with an untidy girl like that, much less marry her and spend the rest of his days with her!

The mothers glanced at each other, not expecting the reaction. Quietly, they left the room to discuss their plans for what to do next.