In a dressing room, the three women stood, doing their best to switch Lovina and Felicia.

"Are you absolutely sure this will work?" Lovina asked as she removed her headband and shoved her hair into a high ponytail to match what Princess Felicia had, as Felicia did likewise.

Keiko nodded. " I am almost positive… and it shall work out well for you both, yes?"

Felicia bounced happily. "Lovi~? What can you tell me about Ludwig?"

Lovina choked a bit when she heard the nickname. "L-lovi? Who said you could call me Lovi?" She saw a disappointed look cross the princess's face. "Okay, okay! You can! Fine! Ludwig? He's just a damn potato bastard. Nothing interesting to tell about the dumbass." She said as they switched dresses.

"Ve~! He's cute!"

Keiko bidded farewell to the princess. "Don't tell anyone you aren't Lovina-san, okay?" she warned. "It could put us all in danger."

"Sure! I'll miss you, kay? Come visit me!"

Keiko and Lovina got into the carriage to the castle. "Lovina-san, you must do your best to act as if you were Felicia-chan. It would be obvious that you are not who you claim to be if you acted wrong.

Lovina flinched. "Act like that idiot? Are you dumb? Who'd want to act like that?"

Keiko sighed. She'd known by looking at her that Lovina would be a difficult one. "Someone who does not wish to die for impersonating a princess."

"F-fine! But don't expect me to act like that in private, damnit!" Lovina pouted. She'd figured there'd be some sort of catch… at least it was a minor one, such as acting like a complete dope. It hurt her pride, sure, Lovina had a very prideful personality. She didn't exactly want to have it hurt in front of the world, but she wasn't fond of dying, either.

She rode the rest of the way to the castle in silence, as Keiko told her Felicia's mannerisms, how to use them, and who to use these with.

/

Though Prince Antonio and Princess Felicia were considered childhood friends, that was the only time they'd known each other; childhood. He hadn't seen her since he was ten, up until yesterday when she'd been on her balcony. The truth was, he hadn't even talked to her in eight years.

But when he'd seen her yesterday, she was every bit as cute as he'd remembered! He twirled in little circles talking to his pet turtle. "She seems so grown up now! Haha! I can't wait to marry her~!" He giggled, childlike. "But… do you think I'm moving a bit too fast?" He asked the creature. All it did was blink, which Antonio, who was ever the optimist, took as a positive answer. He twirled some more before collapsing on his bed.

"Ah, well it doesn't matter much, right? I'm having a few dates with her before we marry, so she won't have any problems with it, right?"

The turtle was asleep. The happy-go-lucky prince decided to join it in a siesta.

/

Manners, manners, all these goddamn manners! Lovina hated it! Most of the people here were such idiots! If she had to curtsy to ONE more of these dopes, she'd scream! All the while, she kept a pleasant smile on her face, and acted as if she were one of these idiot royals.

Damnit. One of those idiots was approaching her. He looked like he wanted to talk. Ugh.

"Feli, dear~! More great news~!"

She internally grimaced, but kept up her act as a brainless dumbass. "Ve? Daddy?" She asked with a sickeningly innocent voice.

"In two days, you're going on a date with Prince Antonio!" He sat there happily, chanting "heraherahera~" and waited for her reply.

"Uh… sure!" she chirped with the voice that didn't belong to her and left, scowling as she walked away.

/

However difficult and irritating things were for Lovina, whom was pretending to be Felicia, they were much harder on Felicia, whom was pretending to be Lovina.

The young princess was quite used to an easy life and found getting up early every day to sew until dark extremely dismal. It was a great thing that Francis didn't check on his workers too often, for if he did, he'd easily be able to tell the difference between Lovina and Felicia. Felicia was doing her best to act like Lovina, but she didn't know how to curse, and her mannerisms were much more feminine and sweet.

"Bella, sweetie, come out here please?" Francis called his niece.

Bella gave the other two an apologetic look and left the room. Ludwig turned to her.

"Felicia…?"

"Hmm~? Ve, do you need something~?" She replied before realizing that it blew her cover as Lovina. She opened her chocolate eyes and slapped her hand over her mouth.

"No, it's okay, really. I won't tell anyone." He blushed a light peony color. "I-I was just making sure." He quietly returned to his large pile of size seven shoes, all made with one girl in his mind.

She tackle hugged him. "Oh, thank you Ludwig! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! How did you know I wasn't Lovi?"

"For one thing, you're much nicer to me. I haven't heard one 'potato bastard' all day. A-and the other…" He said in his monotone voice. Ludwig's face, once peony, now blushed scarlet. "…y-your breasts are much bigger."

She was practically strangling him with her hug. He didn't really care, other than the fact that she was in his personal space bubble. He just looked uncomfortable, yet happy.

/x/

Poor Lovi! She has to be NICE! On PURPOSE!

The last two paragraphs were added as comic relief. (=