Title: Legacy of the Gods
Summary: In the past, the Gods have always been attracted to the beautiful ladies and charming gentlemen of the royal family. What makes it any different now? Sure, times have changed but the Gods never will. Read about the story of the Princess of Serbia and her life as the Legacy of the Gods.
Pairings: Undecided. It will be between Nico Di Angelo, Luke Castellan, Will Solace, Travis Stoll and Connor Stoll. Please choose at one boy.
Other Extra Information: This is a female Perseus fan fiction. This is not an OC story. It is rated T for some gore in later chapters.
Queen Sally's POV
I watched Marcella run out of the room. What must I do to make this girl behave? Shaking my head and seating down after glaring at the rest of my family, I went back to my dinner, that Marcella...she's something. Then something popped in head, could she be...no, it cannot be. It has to be a boy this time. But my ridiculous inner mind was still making me question myself.
Marcella was always different, she never seemed to be a proper princess, always disobeying the rules, and her eyes were definitely not from either of her parents. I shook away those thoughts, going straight back to my dinner before anyone realised I was spacing out.
After dinner, my husband whispered to me, "Do you think Marcella could be…?"
"No!" I half-shouted, not wanting to attract any attention from the servants. "It has to be a boy this time!"
"Calm down," Paul told me, "just get some rest, tomorrow we have cut the ribbon for the new association."
I sighed in resignation, tomorrow Marcella would be cutting the ribbon for the Association of Orphanages and Charitable Institutions. I pray that nothing goes wrong. And that she liked the dress I ordered for her. I knew that I was never that good of a mother to her. And I actually felt hurt when she looked at me with hatred in her eyes. I hope that the dress could help me provide an apology to her for the years where she yearned a mother but never got any.
Marcella's P.O.V
"Marcella… Wake up!" I opened my eyes and yawned, only to start screaming my face off when I saw the snout of Duke Tazo leaning over me. Tazo opened his eyes when I screamed, only to ignore me and fall back to sleep. I sat up quickly, looking for the person who woke me up, only to find Danielle sitting on my bed, giggling cheekily while Lady Dragomir smiled at me serenely. Being the extremely mature person I am, I stuck out my tongue at both of them and flopped back onto my bed.
"Come on princess! Get up you lazy girl!" Lady Dragomir grinned at me. I groaned and sat up, stifling yet another yawn.
"Okay, okay mother!" I teasingly said to her. She, being the mature lady, stuck her tongue out at me and pulled me up.
"We need to get you ready! Get up you lazy pig and go brush your teeth, already!" Danielle grinned at me.
I was confused. Get me ready? For what? As far as I was concerned, there was nothing going on today which would include me… Unless mother told the family that something was happening today after I got banished from the dining room. Of course…. That's what would have happened. I sighed… she couldn't have sent someone to tell me? I mean, I don't mean any offense, but seriously, there are hundreds of servants in this huge behemoth castle. She could not ask one of them to inform me about where we are going?
"We are going to the Association of Orphanages and Charitable Institutions. For you to cut your first ribbon." Lady Dragomir answered my unasked question. I started to get excited. Who cares if I only knew about it this morning? I get to cut my first ribbon! This would be amazing! I quickly leapt out of bed.
I brushed teeth as fast as I could in my bathroom, which was made out of marble, before running out of the toilet to get dressed. Outside, a team of 3 ladies were waiting for me. Obviously, they were here to make sure I dress grandly and perfectly. So this opening ceremony would be more grand than I thought. Well… let the fun begin….
They started to dress me up. First, was obviously my bodice. I did not really like it so much as the dress which I think that I'm going to wear. The bodice squeezed the air out of me and it was usually painful. I sucked in a breath as they started to really tighten the bodice. Once that was done, They took out a dress from my closet. I was surprised. That was not the dress that I wanted to wear. In fact, I had never seen that dress in my life.
"Her Royal Highness ordered the dress for you, your highness…" The ladies head was lowered as she bowed respectfully at me.
"I see… Thank you for your information. You may continue to help me into my dress." I replied. You may think that I was being too formal, but it was part of being a princess. Never behave informally with people who ranks are not higher than you or at least equal. I was actually rather surprised. Her Royal Highness? Queen Sally? My mother? She actually ordered this dress for me? She never cared… Why did she care now?
The servant nodded before all three of them pulled the heavy dress over my head. Talking about the dress, it was midnight blue, with a few ruffles. It actually looked amazing. It had a single shoulder strap and it was adorned with diamonds which were obviously real. It had a beautiful sweetheart neckline and I was surprised that mother knew what my favourite colour was. After the dress was put on correctly, the servants retreated, only to return with a barrage of blue jewelry.
"We are almost done, Your Highness. We only need to help you put on your jewelry, before you are ready to go." The same servant from just now was standing in front of me , bowed.
I merely nodded, allowing them to return to their tasks. They hurried around, putting on my sapphire earrings and necklace, before retreating for good, allowing the next team of servants to appear. The make-up artists, bustled around me, calling for foundation, lipstick and makeup that I had no idea even existed. By the time they were done with their 'beauty treatment', I was 'beautified' enough. When I looked in the mirror, my hair was done in an elaborate braid. My hair curled past my shoulder. Not to be rude, but I looked amazing. My make-up was done tastefully. Finally done, I ran past the servants to join my governess in my room.
She smiled when I entered. " You look amazing. Now, lets go. I took the liberty of preparing Duke Tazo for you…" She trailed off and stood up, sweeping into a low bow. "Your Royal Highness…"
I turned around, to see my mother coming in, in a just as elaborate dress. She looked amazing…
"Are you ready? You look amazing… come! We must go now… We cannot be late…" My mother said in one go, before rushing out. I sighed, but followed her, into the car where Danielle, Adrian and Christian were already sitting. I quickly ran as fast as the dress would allow me and sat down, sighing as the limousine drove off.
Once we got out of the car, I looked around the building of the Association of Orphanages and Charitable Institutions. It was fairly big for a new association. I glanced at the fine structure of the building as i made my way to the ribbon while to contain all my excitement. My first ribbon! I could barely believe it. I was actually pleased at how my parents decided to approve a proposal for an association for orphans and people who suffer. Despite being terrible parents, they are surprisingly good at managing their kingdom.
After reaching the ribbon, my mother urged me to say a speech. I blanked out for a few seconds. What should i say?
"Well...um...I am very pleased to be able to cut my very first ribbon for such an important association that...that I believe will help our kingdom in many ways. And with that.."
I gestured for the scissors, like what I usually see my parents or brothers do at such occasions. I carefully took the scissors and with that, I cut my very first ribbon.
"I declare this association open!" I shouted in a triumphant tone.
Everybody cheered and as me and my family made our way down, tons of paparazzis started to appear to take our pictures and ask us questions about the rumours about us, which were usually untrue. As it is basically everyday life having to deal with these people, I have learnt to just walk ahead and do not seem to care about it much. But then I heard a very insulting comment, and it was directed at me.
"Princess Marcella! Is it true that you were adopted from your parents and that's why you look so different from your parents?" a rude paparazzi asked.
That was pretty much the last straw. I came to an abrupt stop and scanned to crowd for the disrespectful paparazzi as anger and hurt boiled inside me. Somehow, I felt a pull in my gut as a huge gust of freezing icy wind blew past us. Weird, it was in the summer where it is scorching hot, not snowing and having reindeers fly around our houses. I furrowed my eyebrows, could...could i have made it happen with that pull in my gut? 'Impossible' I thought, must be the global warming. But i couldn't help this nagging feeling inside me that there's still the possibility that it was me.
"You are now allowed to enter the building for the activities and fun." As usual, my mother took charge of the event.
I sighed. Did she not care that I was hurt? I was already considering that I might be adopted… Could my mother not ignore my fears? I followed her inside with Danielle by my side. While my parents went to see the their friends, my brothers ran to their friends and Danielle went to visit the restroom. I was left alone, yet again. That was when I heard my parents talking to their friends.
"So, is Marcella adopted or not? The paparazzi actually made sense…" One of their friends, Lord Mazur commented. I expected that they would defend me, but i was shocked.
"Maybe she is adopted…. Who knows or cares?" My mother brushed past his comment. I was hurt, shocked and slightly angry. Another gust of wind blew past, but I ignored it, running outside to calm down.
I ran past the crowds of paparazzi, tears streaming down my face. I ran towards the public garden. Sitting down on the park bench. Tears still falling out of my eyes. I took a moment to calm down, before raising my head. There was a hooded person standing nearby. The moment my eyes met the mysterious person's, the mystery person beckoned for me to follow them. With nothing else to do, I followed. I was rather curious. I know that it was dangerous, walking after a mysterious person without my guards. But I was too curious. I followed them to a back alley. But when I crossed the bend, the person had disappeared, leaving a purple charm, the shade of my eyes. I was about to leave, when I heard a soft voice saying,
"Be strong, my little hero…" The voice faded and I left.
Date done: 15 December 2014
Time: 4.55
Written By: Adira and Delanie
Disclaimer: We do not own anything.
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