Drabble Two: Phantom Princess
This was wrong, this was wrong, this was so wrong, this was petrifying, this was ghastly, this was some terrible, terrible nightmare.
Danny was running out adjectives in his Webster's Travel Dictionary to describe just how HORRIBLE the situation truly was. He scowled as the patient female maid tucked a comb behind his hair, reconsidered, and then, fussily withdrew it out for something even worse: A flower.
Wouldn't someone just kill him now, and be done with it?
Sullen, Danny tugged at the collar around his neck, looking pleadingly at Dorathea as she carefully readjusted his crown.
At last he knew that the Casper High Beauty Pageant had been all but a sham. The Dark Prince Aragon had only ever been looking for a human bride to impress his fellow court men by having a novelty; by showing off (slightly) metaphorical peacock feathers to prove that no rules held the Master of the Dark Ages.
...of course, that had been BEFORE, as the King's sister had told him, the King had learned that one of his Knights had fallen for a young human girl, and had majestically carried her off on his stead to live 'happily ever after' with her somewhere in New Jersey. Aragon had been enraged-and switched his plans entirely and immediately when his scouts had told him of a young boy judging the competition-the silver haired phantom/human hybrid Danny Phantom masquerading as a normal teenager.
Of course. No one would ever, ever have a hybrid for a wife! Only three were currently in existence, only was a girl, anyway-and Danny Phantom was already notorious throughout the Ghost Zone as both hero and villain to all the ghosts for his defeat of Pariah Dark...and constant, irritating interference.
The emerald-jewel studded crown had all but been slammed on his head.
And an enormous, wraith like hand had snatched the screaming boy away from the competition, dragging him deep into the depths of the Ghost Zone.
Which was why Dorathea was getting him ready for the stupid ceremony that Sam and Tucker had yet to rescue him from. Which, would probably be in the nick of time. Right on the dumb altar that the guards were supposed to drag him to by swordpoint. How very authentic. Stupid anti-ecto-spectral collar.
"Dorathea, PLEASE," Danny pleaded, as a bunch of twittering, undead ghost birds helped him change into an humiliating, but somehow still flattering white ballgown.
"Don't make me do this. You wouldn't wish being wed to your creep brother on your worst enemy, would you?"
But the pale maiden only sent him a sympathetic smile.
"No...but regardless, the chapel's already been set. Just so long as you get away before tonight, after the ceremonies and reveleries die down, you have nothing to worry about."
Danny only blinked in confusion.
"Why? What happens at night?"
"HURRY UP!" shouted a guard outside the tower room, whom the female specter silenced with a glare.
Danny frowned as the skeletal birds-a macabre Disney portrayal-circled around him, surrounding him with Blood Blossom petals.
"Dorathea, I don't get it. So long as I get away once everyone goes home, and Aragon and I are alone? What happens then?"
The ghost only stared at him in astonishment, before slapping herself upside the forehead, slowly dragging her wan hand down her face.
Oh, dear. She duly hoped that Danny's rescuers wouldn't tarry. Else...
How WAS she going to explain the wedding night to him...?