The smell of the salty sea has always been new to the young Princess of London, even though she was practically raised on the sea. The winds blow against the large sails of the enormous D'ancanto ship. All eighty-five of King Owen's men and his family are on board, crossing the English Channel to France. Yesterday young Anna Marie was told by her parents that they were going to visit some old friends of theirs, so like a good little girl she smiled and nodded her head. Her parents haven't told her much of this family, except they have a son near her age. Yes, that's exactly what a seven year old girl would want to be around. A boy.
"Anna Marie!" Called a soft voice from the Captain's quarters. Anna ran to her mother's sweet voice and when she got there her mother was looking around for her.
"'Ello momma, waht's ya need?" smiled the petite little girl staring at her mother lovingly. Queen Priscilla has always been a sight to behold, never having to wear make-up with her natural beauty. Her silky blonde hair resting on her shoulders and her soft crystal blue eyes. For a women she's quite tall, but not as tall as her husband and her light tanned skin, so soft. Priscilla has always loved fashion, so it's no surprised she wears the latest dresses. The one she has on now is a light blue with white, that she made herself. It goes to her feet and has a big skirt. The top shows off little of her bosom, but enough to make her husband lustful. The sleeves go to her elbows and are tied with light blue ribbons as are the strings on her chest.
"Dere ya are meh cher, ya papa wahnts ta see ya." Answered Priscilla sweetly as she smiled down at her beautiful daughter, holding out her hand. Anna looks more like her father with his dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and love of adventure. But she has her mother's stubbornness, kind heart, pouty lips and love of fashion with her pink and white dress. Anna's dress goes to a little bit off the ground so she doesn't ruin it, her sleeves are just like her mother's except instead of blue they're pink. She has a pink bow on her chest with a small yellow lion on the left side and her long curly brown hair brushing past her shoulders.
"D'accord momma." giggled Anna as she grabbed her momma's hand and walked into her father and mother's quarters. The room was made of oak, just like the rest of the ship and there's red carpets from Egypt everywhere. A large desk with maps and papers on the other side of the room with a large wooden chair and bookcases on either side. Straight in front of her is a big door that leads to her parent's room, next to that door is another one and it's the wash room.
The door to the wash room opened and a tall muscular men stepped out, drying his hands on a white cloth. His long brown hair, that goes past his shoulders in pony tail and his dark green eyes staring at his beautiful wife and daughter. His cloths are a long sleeve white shirt that ties near his neck, tight brown pants with white socks and black shoes. His skin is darker than his wife's from working in the sun and sailing soo much. His shirt showing off his muscles, while his pants show off his tight buttocks.
"Bonjour petite." smiled Owen huskily as he picked her up and kissed her on her cheek as she giggled.
"Papa, put meh down." ordered the giggling seven year old. Her father did as he was told and set her down. "Now waht do ya need?" she asked looking up at her father
"Ah don' need anytihng bébé, Ah jus' wahnt t' tell y' dere aren' dat many filles at de castle in Le-De-France, dey mostly garçons." Owen watched his daughter's face change from upset to calm in just a few short seconds.
"D'accord papa, Ah promise Ah'll be bon." nodded the little girl "How much longer?" she questioned "And may Ah go back et play?" Anna waited for her parent's answer before moving
"In an heure or so petite et oui, y' can go et play." Anna smiled as she bowed to her parents and went back outside to watch the water.
"Chéri, do you tihnk we are doin' de right tihng? Ah mean, don' y' tihnk we should let 'er decide?" asked Priscilla sadly as she stared at the door her little girl left out of. Owen embraced his wife as he tried to explain to her.
"Oui, Ah don' wahnt t' do dis. But chéri, Ah would rather do dis dan 'ave a Boudreaux get 'er." Owen turned his head away from his wife, it pained him to marry his daughter off like this. But Anna would be treated better being married to a LeBeau, than a Boudreaux.
"Do we know who she will wed?" asked the Queen sadly "Do we 'ave t' leave 'er dere?"
"Non et non. Anna will wed who ever she gets along wit' et as soon as dat is figured out she will come back home wit' us until she is dix-huit years old. Don' worry moi chéri, Ah 'ave known Jean Luc since we be garçons. He be a bon homme et so be his fils." After saying that Priscilla felt better about her daughter's future. Owen kissed his wife on her head and let her go.
"Ah better go et help get tihngs ready, we should hit shore soon." With that being said he left their quarters.
In Le-De-France a similar conversation is going on. King Jean Luc LeBeau of Le-De-France is discussing with his family about their visitors, who will arrive in four hours from the English Channel.His wife Laurana, his sister Mattie and his brother-in-law are all in his office. The walls blue, the carpet dark blue and bookcases all over the room. A big oak desk and chairs on the opposite side of the door leaving the office. In the chairs are the main LeBeau family.
"Well I say dat it be a bon idea, if we et de D'ancantos combine dose stupidBoudreaux won' bother t' mess wit' us." smirked Marc as he brushed his dark brown hair out of his tanned face and stuffed his hands in his black pants' pockets. His shirt is dark blue with long sleeves and he is wearing black boots. He looked over his family with his dark chocolate brown eyes as he thought about fighting the 'Assassins'.
"I must agree cher, Marc is right. Even if it is hard t' believe." giggled Queen Laurana softly as did everyone else, even Marc. "But who is goin' t' marry la petite fille?" That question has been bother her. Laurana brushed her curly light brown hair off her shoulder and frowned her brows as she looked her husband with her light green eyes. Her dress made of pure red silk with a little bit of white, it goes to her feet and the sleeves go to her elbows. The front of her dress shows her soft top part of her bosoms and is tied together by black leather strings.
"Who ever she gets along wit', won' wahnt 'er t' marry someone she didn' like." answered the King running his tanned hand through his thick tousled hair, as he closed his brown eyes. His muscles shown through his red long sleeve shirt and so are his muscles on his legs from under the material of his black pants, on his feet are black leather boots.
"Well I say 'er et Remy will be together." chimed Mattie all knowingly. Her family turned to her and smiled. Her brown hair up in a bun and her hands crossed over her chest. Her yellow dress and white dress goes to her feet and her sleeves stop above her elbows. Her skin tan like her little brother's and is strong enough to take down an army by herself.
"Et how do y' know dis soeur?" asked Jean Luc interested as he turned his full attention on his big sister.
"I've heard la petite fille is sweet, adventurous, brave and très beau. Dey say she will make a bon Queen wehn she grows up et she won' be afraid of Remy's eyes cause she's so brave."answered Mattie as she smirked
"But wut if she is afraid?" sighed Laurana concern for her baby's feelings
"Cher, la fille was surrounded by wolves four months ago wehn 'er père found 'er in de forest et I was told she wasn't scared, didn' even shed a tear. Told 'em she just wahnted to play wit' de pups." laughed Mattie as she remembered the story the vegetable shipper told her.
"Mattie, y' know dere's a difference between wolves et moi fils. Dey use t' call him Le Diable Blanc." sighed the King sadly as he remember Remy coming home crying from the town.
"We'll see den, but I stand wit' wut I said." shrugged Mattie
So how was the first chapter? Basically they all talk like they would now a days, but they're royal and this is in the late 1800s. I hope I gave enough detail on the cloths and stuff. Oh and I might not mention this, Anna's parents are French. Mom is from France and Dad is half French. I'm just not good with full French so they're just gonna talk Cajun.
heure- hour
dix-huit- eighteen