"Winner: Rosalina and Luma!"
The extremely drained princess let out a sweaty sigh of relief once the announcer called out the winner of the match. These past few days at Smash Manor have proved to be a challenge. Once the welcoming party was over, Rosalina and the rest of the newbies were thrusted into a match to test their moves and strength. To be actually fighting was beyond Rosalina. She had never harmed another being in her life, so she ultimately lost her first match against Villager.
As the days went on, she became more adept to her moves and started getting up early and staying up late to practice. Since she was new, she didn't have too many friends, aside from Mario and Co., but that was alright with her. She preferred practicing alone. It gave her a chance to think, which kept her from completely losing it. For some reason, that mysterious blue haired prince was on her mind. She hadn't seen him since the first day she arrived, which struck her as odd. Was he avoiding everyone? Rosalina remember Peach telling her something about him being a very closed off individual. Why was that?
"Hey, good match there, Princess!" the boy garbed in blue armor, known as Mega Men, chirped to the dazed princess. Rosalina smiled, nodding her head. "As to you, Mega Man," they both shook hands and went their respected pods to the challenging office, where other Smashers sat, awaiting their match. Rosalina wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her dress, very unladylike but she would rather that then have it drip and look even more unattractive.
"You're pretty good out there," said the white haired tactician from his seat. Rosalina looked at Robin, a small smile etched on her face. "I guess all of that practice is coming through for me," she said sheepishly, her luma floating to the top of Rosalina's head, where he flopped down.
Robin chortled, closing his spell book and placing it in the empty seat beside him. "You and I should practice one of these days, I think it'd do us both good. You learn a lot more on other people, rather then dummies," sitting in the adjacent chair to Robin, Rosalina nodded. "We can do that,"
The announcer called out the next two challengers, Robin and Yoshi. The green dinosaur cheered and ran to his pod, holding up a tiny fist to his opponent. Robin grabbed his book and moved to his pod, waving at Rosalina before disappearing to the stage. Giving her arm a stretch, she grabbed Luma and brought him into her lap. "Tired?" she inquired, blinking her baby blue eyes at her star friend. Luma nodded, now resting on her legs.
Picking him up, Rosalina left the office. She needed a hot shower and a new pair of clothes. Probably something more loose to keep her from overheating. She turned around a corner and nearly dropped Luma. Was that...Marth? Rosalina hid behind a pillar, only poking out half her face.
He was talking to another blue haired man; this one was massive compared to Marth, as was his golden sword that rested on his shoulder. Rosalina squinted, wondering what they were talking about. She wasn't much of an eavesdropper, but when something piqued her interest, it was hard not to be a little curious.
The view she had was obscured, and as she attempted to move over a tad more, her dress caught under her heels. Her luma was about to warn her, but it was too little too late. Rosalina shrieked as she hit the floor face first. The one time she wasn't levitating, and this happens. She must have hit the ground pretty loudly, because she could faintly hear a collective sound a footsteps working their way towards her.
"Woah, what a fall! Are you alright?" asked one of the men. Great, she hadn't even formally introduced herself to these two swordsmen, and Rosalina felt so embarrassed. Groaning in agony, the princess lifted herself up. "Yeah, I'm fine," the one knelt beside her was the bigger of the two that she pointed out previously. The only one stood a good three feet away from her, arms crossed but a look of concern on his face.
Then the color drained from his face. "Y-your nose...it's...bleeding," he said, cringing a tad. Rosalina blinked and brought her fingers up to her nose, feeling a thick liquid flow from her nostrils to her lips. Oh dear. "I guess all that practicing is helping me deal with pain better," Rosalina chuckled.
Now with both of them cringing, the man kneeling got to his feet. "I'll go get Dr. Mario. Marth, wait her with her," before Marth could protest against it, the other was already down the hallway and out of sight. So...this was Marth. Wonderful. Not exactly how she wanted to meet him.
As reluctant as he could, Marth pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. "Here, to wipe up the blood," he handed it to Rosalina, refusing to make any type of contact with her. She took the cloth from him and did her best to wipe away the blood. It was hard to do so with it gushing pretty much everywhere. Marth slowly knelt down, and took the handkerchief. Without a word, he began to properly apply it to her nose, which stopped the bleeding.
"Thank you...," she said, after coughing on the blood. With him this close, she was able to study his features. He had the appearance of a woman; his eyes, his cheekbones, even the silkiness of his hair all stood out to her the most. She glanced up. He wore a tiara?
Rosalina didn't even notice how much she leaned in, because the next thing she knew, Marth was back to his feet. "I apologize for touching you without consent. I must be going now," he bowed before her and scampered out of the scene, not giving the princess a moment to stop him.
She blinked in confusion. What happened? Did she do something wrong? Rosalina took the handkerchief off her nose, glad that the bleeding had stopped, and looked at it. Even though that it was red from her blood, it was still pretty to look at; it was made of cotton, with silk threads weaved through it. It felt like she was holding a cloud. If only she could see the color of it. Rosalina, despite the pain she was in, smiled. She now made it her mission on becoming friends with the distant prince. No matter what.
