Thanks very much to MysteryGirl for reviewing!

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Well, this story has been written all the way through already. I will be working on the Treasure Planet story more than the others, but I was extremely curious as to how well this one would go over with readers.
I know what you mean with the shyness; I used to be the same way. I swear some people thought I was mute ;D
Well, I do read over it, but I guess that even both SpellCheck and me can't catch all of the mistakes. And don't worry; I hope to finish all of my stories!

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A few minutes and some measuring later, I stood in front of a mirror, coming to terms with what was happening.

I'm a cartoon character.

Who's getting married.

To an emperor.

Who was also a cartoon character.

Against my will.

I felt my unnatural calm fade away, growing more and more angry by the second. Finally, I just exploded.

"WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS? I'M NOT JUST SOME THING THAT HE OWNS, AND IS FREE TO DO WHATEVER THE HELL HE WANTS WITH! IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON THAT SON OF A-"

-Meanwhile, out side the door-

The seamstresses and dressmaker paled at the gruesome descriptions of what the girl was going to do to the Emperor. The dressmaker turned to warn Kuzco, when the head seamstress grabbed his arm.

She was one of the oldest palace servants working here, and had been friends with the previous Empress herself. She motioned for the servants to come closer as she spoke.

"Do not worry; the girl is just upset. She will not act on any of the things she says." The other servants nodded, understanding the girl's need to vent her frustration. The head seamstress smiled.

"She has some fire in her. Perhaps she will teach the Emperor to think of someone other than himself." The servants glanced at each other, not quite sure if her plan would work.

But, really; what choice did they have?

The seamstress nodded, and turned to knock on the door, cutting the girl's rant off.

-Back in the room-

I cut off my rant as I heard a knock, whipping around to face the door, even though the person who knocked couldn't see me.

"What?" I snapped, still extremely upset. The person behind the door laughed slightly, and I balked; they were laughing at me?

"Are you dressed yet, Your Majesty?" I blinked as the female servant reminded me why I was in here alone in the first place. I looked over at the garments they had quickly thrown together. I hadn't even tried to put them on after looking at the style.

"No." I answered shortly, embarrassed at my behavior. After all, it wasn't their fault Kuzco was like that. They were probably treated even worse than I was.

The woman behind the door chuckled again.

"Would you like some help getting it on?" She asked, opening the door and peeking through. I blushed.

"Yes, please." I said bashfully. Now that I really looked at the thing, it looked a whole lot more complicated than my usual clothing. And I couldn't stay in my regular clothes; the jeans were already starting to chafe, and I don't want to think about what would happen to my feet if I left my damp shoes on.

The woman smiled, and ordered me to undress.

Five minutes later, I was studying my appearance in a mirror.

The top of my head had no accessories, since I refused to wear the gaudy head dress, similar to Kuzco's. My earrings were teardrop shaped, and a dark turquoise. The gold part to my top was v'd, and the bottom came to a point just below my ribs.

The cloth itself was deep red, one thick stripe of deep burgundy at the edges of both sleeves and the bottom of the skirt. A small line of gold cloth appeared just above each burgundy stripe.

The sleeves weren't really sleeves, just the sides of the shawl-like outfit loosely tied into a tight sash around my waist. The sash was burgundy, but about five inches from the bottom and down was gold. The skirt part of the outfit reached down to just below my knees, tighter than most of the dresses worn by the females here.

There were golden pompom looking things around my legs that swished whenever I moved, starting just above my ankles and ending a centimeter above the ground. My shoes were sandals, with a large strap that covered my foot up until an inch from my ankle.

In other worlds, it was a slightly modified version of Kuzco's attire. It even had that obnoxious cape/tail thing that curled up and dragged along behind me.

I bristled when I heard the reason my outfit was so similar to Kuzco's; he wanted every one-including me-to know that I belonged to him, and him only.

As if the rumors already spreading around the palace weren't enough.

I was escorted out of the dressing room-forced to leave my sash behind-and to the throne room, and was left by myself at the bottom of the stairs. I stared blankly at the place where the servants had just been, blinking.

"Gee, thanks. I feel so special." I muttered to myself, starting up the ridiculous amount of stairs.

As I neared the top, I saw the side of a gold throne and Kuzco, watching from the side as Yzma just finished with the peasant. She was rubbing her forehead when Kuzco spoke, leaning against the side of the throne.

"The nerve of some of these peasants, huh?" Kuzco said, watching in amusement as Yzma sighed in agreement.

"Tell me about it.." Yzma said irritably, pulling the skin on her eyes until it stretched ridiculously. Then she snapped to attention, jumping out of Kuzco's chair and pulling her...cape...umbrella...thing...off her and behind her back.

"Hi there!" Kuzco said, waving.

"Oh, Your Highness!" Yzma said, smiling nervously.

"You were doing it again." Kuzco said, leaning on the arm of his throne and looking exasperatedly at her.

"Doing? Doing..doing...doing what?" Yzma asked, pushing the umbrella cape down the stairs behind her, where it crashed into a few expensive-looking vases.

"Doing my job. I'm the Emperor, and you're the emperor's advisor. Remember that?" Kuzco said, standing up and enunciating each of his words. I walked up behind him, catching Yzma's attention.

"Your Highness, there is a peasant girl behind you. Kronk! Grab the girl!" I stumbled back as Kronk grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back with a 'sorry ma'am.'

"Got her." Kronk said, and Kuzco zipped around with a slightly disgusted expression, which quickly changed when he saw who I was.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hands off the bride-to-be." Kuzco said, crossing his arms and glaring at Kronk. Kronk looked down at me, then at Yzma.

"B-bride-to-be?" Yzma asked, slightly startled. Kuzco nodded.

"Uh, yah! I just picked her out this morning." I twitched at how he said that, like I was a piece of cloth, or a toy. Yzma didn't miss my annoyance and discomfort. "Now, be a good boy Kronk, and let her go." Kuzco switched to an annoying tone of voice, addressing Kronk like he was a dog. Kronk obediently let go of me.

"You have a bride already, Your Highness?" Yzma said, studying me carefully.

I pulled my chin high and glared at her. I was then shocked out of that by Kuzco, who pulled me to his side by my hip.

"Yes! She's not like the others, though, She different, and has a personality!" Kuzco said, showing me off like a piece of jewelry. I fought down the urge to slap him, settling for prying his hand off of my hip and taking a step to the side.

"I'd rather you not touch me the moment." I said, and Kuzco looked shocked. As he was opening his mouth to say something, Kronk spoke.

"Ooh, yeah. That cloth looks like 100% silk, and if you go around wrinkling it on your first time wearing it, it'll never look as good." He said, saving me from possible death. Kuzco raised an eyebrow, looking between me and Kronk.

"Was I interrupting something?" I asked, hoping to get off the subject. Kronk raised his hand.

"Ooh! Kuzco was reminding Yzma that he was the emperor, and she was the emperor's advisor. Right?" He said, looking excited. Kuzco looked amused.

"Good, Kronk!" He said, clapping his hands. He then turned to Yzma.

"Well, Your Highness, I was only dealing with meaningless peasant affairs." And at this I could see Kuzco zoning out. His face was focused on her's, but you could tell he wasn't listening at all. I then saw his eyes snap to Yzma's teeth, and I stifled a giggle at what he was probably looking at. Force of habit.

"Good thinking, Yzma. What do you say, Kuzco?" Kronk brought us both back to reality by punching Kuzco on the shoulder. I had to quickly half-step half-fall out of the way as Kuzco jumped back, slicing his hands through the air at Kronk as if to ward him off.

"Whoa, no touchy! No touchy! No touch." With each word, Kronk pulled back a little more. I rolled my eyes at Kuzco. Hey, Kronk was normally my third favorite character, and right now, Kuzco was behind Yzma.

"Excuse me, Your Highness. The village leader is here to see you." A random servant said from the floor below us. Kuzco smiled.

"Oh, great, send him in." He said to the servant, who bowed. "Oh, and by the way, you're fired." He said to Yzma, looking back down at the door.

"Fired?" Yzma exclaimed, shocked. Kuzco looked at her, nodded, and, looked back at the door. "What do you mean, fired?"

"Uh, how else can I say it?" He snapped his fingers, and a scribe appeared. "You're being let go, your department's being downsized, you're part of an outplacement, we're going in a different direction, we're not picking up your option. Take your pick. I've got more!" He finished as the scribe stuck the pink slip onto Yzma's nail.

"But-I-you-uh." She stuttered, looking between Kuzco and the pink slip. She then collapsed onto Kuzco's throne. "But Your Highness, I have been nothing if not loyal to the empire for-for-for many, many years." Yzma tried, looking up and smiling at Kuzco.

"Hey hey, everybody hits their stride," Kuzco paused, grinning at her. "you just hit yours fifty years ago." Choking back my laugh was harder than I thought it would be, and Kuzco flashed me a grin.

"So, who's in my chair?" He asked Yzma, leaning over her.

"Oh, oh, I know! Yzma! Yzma's in your chair, right?" Kronk said, looking like an excited child.

"Very good Kronk!" Kuzco pulled a cracker out of his robe. "Here, get the snack!" He tossed the cracker at Kronk.

"Got it!" Kronk said, going for the snack with his teeth, and diving off the platform after it when he missed. I flinched as Kronk hit the ground with a thud.

"Okay, you heard the man! Up, up, up!" Kuzco said to Yzma.

"I'm okay! I'm fine." Kronk shouted from the ground as Yzma got up out of the throne with an extremely irritated expression, muttering angrily to herself on the way down.

"Ah!" Kuzco sighed happily while he flopped into his chair. I stood to the side awkwardly, wondering what to do.

Kuzco suddenly snapped his fingers, and about 10 servants appeared with another huge throne. I gaped as they set it down to the right of Kuzco's.

It was pure gold, but it had little vines, pictures, and runes carved into the surface. It was skinnier than the other throne, but equally as impressive.

I ran my hand thoughtfully over one of the arms.

'Well, he's not cheap with his Empress, at least.' I thought, eyes wide at the details and skill shown in the carvings. I was so engrossed in admiring the throne that I didn't notice Kuzco watching me until he spoke.

"You like?" He asked me, and I jumped slightly when I remembered I wasn't alone. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes." I answered honestly, but then muttered under my breath. "Though I would be much more appreciative if I wasn't being forced into this."

"You wouldn't be forced if you stopped being difficult." He said, and I blinked; apparently, the saying was backwards with Kuzco. He may be stupid, but he's not deaf. "Ya know, everyone else may be servants, but you-now that your going to be my bride-are almost as important as me. You can do whatever you like; order around the servants, eat whenever and whatever you want, swim, bathe-you name it. As long as you don't do anything that I don't like, you're home-free." He said, reclining in his chair and closing his eyes while he spoke.

'Home-free...except this isn't home, I'm a CARTOON, for crying out loud, and I'm not free.' I thought sadly. I was wondering if I could live a happier life trapped in a palace and rich, than dirt-poor and completely free. Probably not.

I shook the thoughts away, then spoke to Kuzco, sitting down reluctantly.

"Aren't you expecting someone?" He blinked at my words, then turned to door.

"Okay, show him in!" He called enthusiastically, and 30 seconds later, Pacha poked his head through the door uncertainly.

"Uh, afternoon, Your Highness...es" He added, catching sight of me at the last second. "I'm here because I received a summons t-"

"Hey, there he is! My main village man!" Kuzco interrupted him, grinning welcomingly.

"Um, Pacha. Anyway, I got this summons-" Pacha continued, only to be interrupted by Kuzco again.

"Pacha! That's right, you are just the man I wanted to see!" Kuzco said, leaning forward eagerly. Pacha looked up at him, confused.

"I am?" He asked, dumbfounded. I got ready to climb down the multitude of stairs, cringing.

"Word on the street is you can fix my problem." Kuzco said, then slide down one of the decorative ropes to the ground floor. "You can fix my problem, can't you?" Kuzco asked as I was walking down the steps. They're longer than they look, you know!

"Sure, I'll do what I can." Pacha answered him, obviously confused, but willing to help. I reached the bottom, and ended up right behind Kuzco. He walked up to Pacha, patting his shoulder.

"Good, good, that's just what I wanted to hear." He walked with Pacha over to a different room, gesturing for me to follow. Gritting my teeth, I did so.

"Are you aware of just how important your village is to the empire?" Kuzco asked Pacha, walking up to a curtained area in the middle of the room. I stood back by the door, muttering under my breath angrily.

"Well, I know we grow the crops that you use here at the palace. We also herd the llamas that you-" Pacha cut himself off as Kuzco pulled on a rope, revealing a miniature version of Pacha's village. "...my village?" Pacha asked, looking astounded by the little model.

"Oh yeah." Kuzco said. "You've got a pretty sweet little set up there on the top of that hill, don't ya, ahaha!" He continued, leaning on Pacha.

"Yup, my family has lived on that hilltop for the last six generations." Pacha said, smiling.

"Uh-huh. So tell me, where do you find you get the most sun?" Kuzco asked, gesturing at the hilltop.

"Oh, I'd say just on the other side of those trees." Pacha said, pushing Kuzco over to the side mentioned. "When the sun hits that ridge just right, these hills sing." Pacha continued, obviously happy about getting to brag about his village.

Kuzco nodded, smiling happily. I shook my head sadly, knowing I couldn't help Pacha right now.

"Well that settles it." Kuzco said, clapping his hands together.

"Really?" Pacha asked.

"Yup, problem solved. Thanks for coming." Kuzco patted him on the back, then bent down to look at the model again.

"That's it? That's all you wanted me for?" Pacha asked, obviously confused.

"I just needed an insider's opinion before I okayed this spot for my pool." Kuzco said, brushing a bit of dirt off of the model before going to get the mini 'Kuzcotopia'.

"Uh...your pool?" Pacha asked, then jumped back as Kuzco slammed down the model 'Kuzcotopia' right on top of Pacha's mini house, crushing it.

"Boo-yah! Welcome to Kuzcotopia, my ultimate summer getaway! Complete with water slide!" Kuzco exclaimed, attaching the mini water slide with a flourish.

"What?" Pacha asked, looking shocked. I looked sadly at him. Even though I knew his village would be fine, I still hated his part.

"Isn't it great? It's my birthday gift to me!" Kuzco said, then hugged the model. "I'm so happy!"

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-I don't understand how this could happen." Pacha said, still shocked.

"Well, let me clear it up for you." Kuzco said, now leaning against 'Kuzcotopia'. "At my birthday celebration tomorrow, I give the word, and your town will be destroyed to make way for this!" Kuzco explained, pressing a button on 'Kuzcotopia' and singing along with the little tune.

He then walked over to Pacha, who was trying to put a roof back on one of his mini village's houses. Kuzco knocked it out of his hand, and it shattered on the floor.

"So if I were you, I'd pick up some change of address forms on the way home." Kuzco said, examining his nails.

"But, um, where will we live?" Pacha asked, making a desperate and confused gesture.

"Hmm... Don't know, don't care. How's that?" Kuzco said, grinning, then started to walk away.

"Oh, but wait, you can't-" Pacha was cut off by the guards, who slammed their spears in front of him, blocking his way. Kuzco stopped, looking back at Pacha.

"Oh, but I can. Just ask my little bride-to-be." Kuzco said, gesturing to me. Pacha looked to me desperately, obviously hoping I could stop Kuzco. I sighed.

"Well...you know, there's bound to be more sunny places out there for your pool." I tried, hoping to sway Kuzco. He turned back around to face me, raising an eyebrow disbelievingly.

"Just like there is bound to be a more interesting girl out there than you?" He asked me, and I flinched slightly at the reminder of my forced marriage. He smiled, then turned back to Pacha.

"When I give the word, your little town thingy will be bye-bye." Kuzco said, grabbing Pacha's collar. "Bye-bye!" Kuzco said, waving, and the guards began to drag Pacha away, him protesting the whole way. "Boo-hoo."

Kuzco cracked his fingers, turning around with a flourish, grinning.

I was already walking away from the room to look around, to change, anything to get away from the spoiled emperor.

"Hey, hey! Where are you going?" Kuzco shouted after me, and I picked up my pace, just barely keeping myself from breaking into a run. I heard Kuzco snap his fingers, and my path was blocked by guards. I stopped, gritting my teeth. I refused to look at him, for fear that I might start crying.

"You know, if you'd stop being so difficult about this, we'd get along great." Kuzco said from behind me. I stayed silent. Kuzco sighed, and apparently sent the guards away. They left, and I was left with a clear path to freedom.

"I wouldn't if I were you. I can have the guards on you before you reach the steps." Kuzco said, and I finally spoke, turning around.

"Okay, I have to know. What is the point of having me specifically as your bride? I mean, there's got to be someone prettier, or more interesting, or even willing, for that matter." I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest in a frustrated gesture. Kuzco walked up to me.

"I chose you, and whatever I want, I get. Got that, little miss Kara?" He asked, looking smugly at me.

"Kylie. If you're going to force me to marry you, at least get my name right." I said flatly, glaring at him. He grinned.

"So, you'll stop being difficult?" He stated more than asked, and I sighed, then took a deep breath. I stared at him for a minute, then resigned myself to this. Besides, I was just making a big deal out of nothing. He would learn to be less selfish by the end of the movie; not enough time to force me to marry him.

"Fine. But you will not treat me like an object." I stated, feeling like I had just given away my life, despite my previous thoughts. Kuzco raised an eyebrow.

"You're ordering me around?" He asked, a slight edge in his voice. I shrugged.

"No. That's only if you want me to be nice." I said, still looking him straight in the eye. He looked at me for a while, then shrugged.

"Alright. I'll only do this once, so you better keep your side of the deal." Kuzco told me, putting out his hand for me to shake. I looked at it for a second, then, all instincts screaming at me, shook it. He grinned.

"Alrighty!" He said. He looked like he was about to say something else, then was interrupted by a servant.

"Excuse me, Your Highness." The servant said, and Kuzco turned to look at him. "The emperor's adviser, Yzma, has invited you to dinner." Kuzco grinned.

"Great! Tell her I'll be there in two hours." Kuzco said, walking off, probably to get ready. I frowned. What was I supposed to do?

"The future empress is also invited." The servant continued before Kuzco was out of earshot, and the emperor nodded, snapping his fingers. Within moments, the servants from before were surrounding me. I jumped slightly at their speed.

"Right! You have two hours to yourself, Kimi." Kuzco said. "Here's some servants for when you get ready. Dress casual, but not too casual." He said, beginning to walk off.

"My name is Kylie!" I shouted after him, and he raised his hand in a dismissive gesture. I bit my tongue to stop myself from cursing at him. "Right, then." I said to myself, and the servants led me to what I presumed to be my room. I walked inside, looking over the over-expensively decorated room, and cringing at all the gold.

"Can I have an hour to myself?" I asked the nearest servant, and they nodded.

"We'll be back in an hour, then." The elder servant said, looking at me knowingly. I nodded, then watched as they all walked out the door. I waited for a minute to make sure they had really left, then sat down on the bed.

I stared blankly at the wall for a moment, then broke down sobbing into my hands.

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