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I: The Infamous Singer of Ferncombe Plaza
A bright smile etched upon Victoire's lips as she watched the busy streets of a little town called Ferncombe take shape from the distance. From where she stood, she could already smell the heavenly aroma of freshly baked pastries. Teddy looked at her.
"Honestly, Princess.. I mean, just Victoire.. I thought that Lucille had already given you a hearty breakfast?" Victoire bit her lip.
"Err.. I think I may or may not have forced unto dear Lucy with my nobility to eat the most of my breakfast, and I may or may not have eaten only half of a croissant, and half a dozen of strawberries." Teddy sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Again? How long have you been doing this even? Honestly, you really just don't eat most of your food on purpose because you want to make me spend all my money so you can eat market food." Victoire gave a cheeky smile.
"Only now you realize? Teddy, you're as dense as a rock." Teddy looked into her silver blue irises, faking hurt. "Dear Princess, is this how you treat the guy who buys all your precious food?"
Victoire harrumphed, but more so in a joking manner, rather than the way of arrogance. "Fine, but you should know by now that I'm basically using you only for your food."
Together, the odd duo walked the crowded streets of Ferncombe. They were an oddity to look at. A fair princess with beauty like no other, covered up in a blue hood where no one would be able to see her beautiful face; and her noble tutor and advisor with the bright blue hair.
"You know, Teddy, you don't always have to dye your hair." Victoire told him. "It's not like people will really be fooled by your so called disguise. Honestly, the only thing that differs is the brunette hair you had." Without even having to look at him, Victoire could feel Teddy's shoulders move in response as she held his arm.
"Well, I kind of grew fond with the color." He replied, his free hand moving, touching his hair unconsciously to ruffle it about. A smile graced her lips.
"Well, that's good to hear.. I think blue suits you more than a light and dull brown." Victoire looked at his face, and in return, so did Teddy.
And in that moment, whilst standing there amongst the pushy crowds and townsfolk, they stared at each other like no one, but them, existed.
After what seemed like centuries, Teddy cleared his throat turning away, and looking elsewhere- anywhere but the blonde.
He remembered what they told him, "Best Friends don't look at each other that way."
They were right. A normal pair of best friends didn't look at each other that way.. And the two shouldn't be an exception.. They weren't supposed to be, in his eyes.
"I.. You wanted a pastry, right? Stay here, I'll go buy as some." And with that, the blue haired advisor walked away, leaving the blonde hooded princess hanging.. He always leaves me hanging, Victoire thought to herself. Seeping away from her thoughts, she sent a glare towards Teddy's direction.
"Wait! Teddy!" But it was no use. All her calling did was cause him to shift slightly in his place. Victoire sighed, and impatiently stood there, deep in thought once more.
In the few moments she had with Teddy, she swore her heart skipped a beat.. Maybe more, since it felt that time flew by longer, if such was possible to happen. But why- that was a question she couldn't answer. Even the smartest mages that dwell the realm of Aunaryn, such as Rosa Vaughan from the Kingdom of Astauniel, probably wouldn't be able to know.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a melodic singing.
"...The Girl was like a little bird stuck in a Cage
She was trapped like some prisoner
And she rotted with age
No soul granted her the freedom to Fly
And soar with her beautiful wings...
In the sky high..."
The singing got louder and louder as she walked around, and the blonde princess was soon led into the plaza, where a huge crowd surrounded the little platform was built.
Hearing the song more and more, Victoire's heart ached. It was that song. It was their song.
~ Flashback ~
"Dad!" A young, blonde girl in a fluffy pink gown started running towards a tall man; their father. The man groaned, and nearly fell down when some weight was put upon his shoulders. He looked back, and saw the little ball with wavy brown hair and sea green eyes; the little curly ball that he called his daughter.
"Daddy! Can you sing us a song before we sleep?" The bubbly brunette asked, still perched upon her father's shoulders. The blonde girl jumped up and down.
"Yes, Dad! Sing us a song!" His brows raised slightly in surprise.
"A song? What happened to the story about the Little Prince? Or the twelve princesses? Or Swan Lake?" The blonde smiled.
"Well, repeating the same story got boring. Then we heard you sing to Mama!" The two sisters giggled, gushing about it. Him walking towards their beds, their father, much more known as the King of Kaiessa to the public, sat on the bigger of the two, for more comfort, and removing the brunette from his shoulders, and he began sang.
"Their once was a poor pauper
He wanted to be
the best
that he could ever be
But everyone told him that all he'd get was
distress
They told him that he'd never get anywhere in this..
rotted, complicated ife
But he hoped
and dreamed
to survive..."
The two daughters swayed with the tune. With droopy eyes, the brunette smiled, and tugged on her elder sister's sleeve, saying, "Can you sing with dad and me too, big sis Victoire?" The blonde princess, so called Victoire, sighed, but her eyes told her father and her little sister that she was giving in to the brunette.
"As you wish, Annelise." The blonde laughed as she watched the tempered brunette grumbled, puffing up her cheeks. "Don't call me Annelise! It's Alice.. or Anne.. I don't care, but I shall always rather Alice." Ignoring Alice, she continued to sing the song with her father.
"I see in their eyes
I see the hope that sparkled
Like stars at night
They never let anyone push them and play with them..
And in the end
They were free..."
Suddenly, a soft breathing and snoring emitted from the little brunette princess. Meanwhile, her sister, Victoire, yawned sleepily. Her father looked at her.
"You should go to sleep as well, my dear princess." The girl giggled, but then yawned right after, sensing her tiredness. Well, there goes trying to tell her father that she wasn't tired.
"But daddy.. Can you at least finish the song for me?" The king sighed, "As you wish."
"...The Girl was like a little bird stuck in a Cage
She was trapped like some prisoner
And she rotted with age
No soul granted her the freedom to Fly
And soar with her beautiful wings...
In the sky high..."
~ Flashback End ~
"...Everyone doubted these little outcasts
And no one ever cared for them...
But they made it through anyway...
They fought and won the battles of everyday..
And now they sing freely...
And now.. they.. fly.."
Tears were brought upon the blonde princess' eyes as the mysterious brunette finished singing, and the crowds started clapping wildly, throwing roses and coins. The brunette smiled, and the blonde whispered to herself.
"But how.. That was our song.. No one but those of the royal family can know of it.. After all, Grandma wrote that song, and she passed it on to Father after all.. But she's just a mere peasant performing in the Ferncombe Plaza.." Once most of the crowd went away, and the mysterious brunette singer had put all her tips in a jar, a haughty woman walked up the stage, gripping the hair of the brunette, and whilst she forced the girl to face towards her direction, the haughty woman snatched the jar of coins from her arms, and listened as it jingled from the movement.
The brunette with the blue dress gasped in sight of the woman.
"Madame Carp?!" She exclaimed surprisingly. The said Madame Carp had a very grumpy look on her face, whilst she also looked haughty with her overly big and puffy light blue and purple dress, with a terribly large hat to match with that.
"You bet. There I was having to handle the load of customers at the Dress Emporium, and here you are relaxing off the plaza, singing!" An evil smirk was brought upon her face.
"But at least you earned some scrap for us, Sausmench." Madame Carp started to shake the jar, laughing. Victoire just stared in absolute shock and disgust, but she knew she wasn't allowed to interfere.
Before walking away completely, the haughty woman looked back at her. "It doesn't matter, though. You and your family's debt is an amount that a bunch of coin jars can't even compare to. Get back to work!"
The brunette singer sighed, and headed down the little stage, a red rose in hand from her performance.
Victoire decided to head out as well, for surely Teddy must have been looking for her. But before she could even walk a couple of inches away from where she and stood minutes ago, teary eyed, a voice called out to her.
"Wait!" The blonde princess turned around, to see the brunette singer with her blue dress and rose in hand, standing in her glory. The girl walked closer to her.
"I'm addressed as Alice.. And I realized that you just stood here all day, even when that devil, Madame Cra- Carp, I meant, appeared.. I was just wondering if-"
Princess Victoire took a deep breath. She couldn't breathe. So this infamous singer of Ferncombe Plaza liked to call herself Alice?
A/N: ITS AN ACTUALLY FAST UPDATE! THIS BARELY HAPPENS TO ME! If you get the SAUSMENCH reference, you are way amazing. Like, all of you are, but, y'know.
I still can't believe I'm writing a story based on a Barbie Movie I used to love as a kid.. I'm still probably gonna do this in the future, though. But before that, I have another Alice II-centric story I'm gonna end up making after this. Pretty sure I told my Tumblr blog.
