Chapter 4 The ball

Quanktumspirit: "I still don't own anybody except the change from Bloom to Bunny and Bruise to Bruiser. Please review, Sorry as well, but I have to change the Powerpuff girls and the Rowdyruffboy's age,"


The girls filed back into the salon, and made themselves comfortable among the couches and lounge chairs.

"Well, I'm glad that ordeal is over with. My head was beginning to spin with all the demonstrations we were forced to witness." Blossom said holding her head.

"But, I must say, I am most pleased with my knight. He looks just a prince out of one of our childhood fairytale storybooks." Bubbles said with a dreamy look on her.

"You still read those, Baby Sis? I thought you got rid of those a long time ago?" Buttercup asked chuckling.

"Now, now, Buttercup, don't tease Bubbles. You know how long she's been waiting for a 'Prince Charming' of her very own, like Cinderella and Bella from Beauty and the Beast." Bunny said defending her younger sister.

The youngest blond princess blushed cutely while her elder sisters chuckled. The gonging of the great-grandfather clock drew the four girls' eyes towards it. It was already one in the afternoon, and the Choosing-of-a-Knight Ball was going to begin at five in the evening.

"Well, shall we return to our chambers and begin the preparations for tonight's ball?" Blossom said and got up.

"Of course. I just received a new gown from the Lady of the Capris House that I know would be perfect for the occasion." Bubbles said excitedly as she jumped up and down.

"Bunny, Buttercup, aren't you not going to begin getting ready?" The two siblings asked their tomboyish siblings.

Bunny's face hidden as she stood up and walked over to a tall, crystal window and peering out.

"No, I simply want to rest for a bit. I'm exhausted for having to witness such tiring men and their lacking of skills as knights." Bunny said hiding her disappointment in her voice.

"Same. Besides, you know us, it'll take us no more than one hours to prepare for a ball. We have much time to spare." Buttercup said confirming to her younger sibling.

The orange and blond nodded, before taking their own leaves, the large door closing behind them with a soft, comforting 'thump.' Buttercup then turned her head towards her brunette sister, who stood at her full height at the window, her arms intertwined behind her back and her luscious chocolate brown hair pulled back in its usual ponytail, several long, strands of hair escaping and falling around her sharp face.

"Bunny, you okay?" Buttercup asked with worry in her tone.

The ravened and the brunette were closer to each other than any other person within the Jutonium family. That included cousins, uncles, aunts, etc. Buttercup understood what Bunny would go through when in pain, and Bunny would understand what pain Buttercup was going through when in suffering. It was as if they were bonded together for that specific reason; to understand each other like no one else could.

"It felt like… a part of my pride was torn from me just now when I tapped that man's shoulders with father's sceptre and placed that badge upon his chest. I promised that I would never utter the words 'Protect me' to anyone, and yet, I just did, in front of the many swarms of hundreds chattering noblewomen within the court." Bunny said as a tear rolled down her eye.

Buttercup's eyes softened; she knew what her sister was talking about. She herself may be prideful, but her pride would pale in comparison to her elder brunette sisters. Bunny held more pride and dignity than most men did, and she normally did horrible things to people who wounded it, no matter what gender. But, she was in a little bind right now, because one of the rare people who tore her pride from her this time was her father, and she certainly couldn't humiliate her father.

"Well, Father did tear my pride too, you know. Please don't worry too much about it, okay, Bunny? It'll heal over time like all things do." The raven-haired princess said to her sister.

"You can be so naïve, Buttercup. Things do heal with time, but there are always scars. Scars, which are marks of what happened, and can be easily reopened." The brunette princess explained with experienced.

"Well, right now, why don't you get ready for the ball? Father will murder you if you miss this one." Buttercup told her sister as a fair warning.

Bunny simply chuckled, turning around, her eyes holding a certain glint that even Buttercup couldn't really decipher.

"Of course. Let's be on our way. We mustn't disappoint all those people, now should we?" Bunny said changing her mood faster then the raven-haired princess could think.

The raven princess blinked, trying to take in that unique spark within her sister's eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

"Sure. Let's just go." She said shaking it off.


The Grand Ballroom was completely filled with people, mingling with other, sipping champagne and nibbling on meat and buttery pastries. The immense crystal chandelier sparkled beautifully above the heads of the crowd, the candlelight flickering off the freshly polished crystal glass.

Brick, Butch, Bruiser and Boomer were currently standing in the corner of the ballroom, waiting for the young female charges to make their entrances. So far, they have had several girls attempt to flirt with them and several dozens to ask for their time in a dance. All which was rejected, of course.

"Still no sign of the princesses yet. Man, how long does it take for those girls to dress?" Boomer asked looking around for the princesses.

"They're girls, Boomer, not to mention royalty. They'll take a lot longer to dress in general. God knows how long it'll take for them to prepare for a ball." Bruiser said and rolled his eyes.

"Man, these girls are getting annoying. I mean, normally I don't mind having girls hanging all over me, but none of these slut looks even remotely pretty." Butch said sending another suitor off his back.

"Or is it that since you've seen Buttercup or any of the other princesses, and you just want to do her first?" Brick asked grinning at his oldest sibling.

"A mixture of both, maybe." The oldest said shrugging his shoulders.

"You're disgusting, Butch." Bruiser and Boomer said disgustedly as they smacked him.

As the ravened advanced to return the hit to his younger brothers, the harsh blaring of trumpets made him halt and turned his attention to the enormous stairs.

An attendant, dressed in that same bright red uniform trimmed with gold, stepped out onto the platform, which leads down the stairs to the dance floor, and announced in that booming voice.

"Announcing his Royal Majesty, King John Utonium, and their Royal Highnesses, Princess Blossom Utonium, Princess Bunny Utonium, Princess Buttercup Utonium and Princess Bubbles Utonium." The soldier said.

The ravened king appeared first, dressed in beautiful robes sewed from the finest materials of all of Great Britain, a thick, navy blue velvet cloak, trimmed with the fluffiest, whitest fur in Britain. The Royal Crown was placed upon his noble brow, and the Royal Sceptre firmly in his hand, both sparkling and glittering in the light. He made his way down the left flight of stairs, then stood in front of all his noble subject upon the high platform.

The Boys' eyes reverted from the noble king, towards the entering princesses, and they felt their jaws fall down with shock. They thought that the princesses looked absolutely stunning in normal clothing, but, all dressed in ballroom wear and decked in freshly polished jewellery, they all looked like goddesses sent from Heaven.

Blossom led the short line. She was dressed in a stunning gown of blush pink moiré silk. The V-cut was trimmed with pink-tinted lace, reaching down to reveal just a teeny bit of cleavage. Her sleeves were nice and poufy, translucent and covering her upper arms. Her skirts were fully spread out, creating a circle of cloth around the orange. It was embroidered with floral designs with a lighter shade of pink silk. Clothing her delicate feet were a pair of pink high heels, with shards of pink diamond embedded into the material. Her hair was pulled up in a formal bun, long, pink-tinted ivory pins keeping its place, with two long strands of hair gently framing her face. Her neck was adorned with many necklaces of gold and red, but the one which stood out the most was a large ruby the size of hen's egg hanging from a golden chain. Her fingers were adorned with many, glittering rings and both her lithe wrists were laid out with matching bracelets.

Brick found himself unable to peel his eyes off of his princess as she continued to make her way down the stairs, leading her younger sisters. Her face was solemn, so serious looking, yet that only added to her personal glowing aura. He found himself considerably lucky to protect such an angel.

Bunny was after her orange sister, wearing a dress, which was quite rare altogether. Her gown was crafted from pale lavender silk, her sleeves slipped off her shoulders and held up by her upper arms, in thick straps of lavender material. Her U-shaped bodice, trimmed with amethyst lace, barely showed any chest, with an amethyst brooch in the centre. Her skirts also formed a circle around her being, along with a light train, perhaps two feet long, quite short, actually, being draped with long ruffles in silk a shade darker than lavender. Her tiny feet were encased in a pair of lavender silk slippers, flat on the floor, with soft white rabbit fur on the tip of the foot. Her hair was pulled out of its usual hairstyle, and twisted into a loose braid instead, with amethyst and diamonds interwoven through her chocolate locks, and slung over her petite shoulder. Her neck, too, bore many beautiful necklaces, and her crown jewel was a glowing amethyst the size of woman's fist, delicately dangling from a silver chain. Her long, slender fingers show-cased many rings, and her lithe wrists sported many bracelets of amethyst and silver. A gauze of light, amethyst silk wove through her arm, behind her back and through the other arm.

Bruiser felt a hot blush creep onto his face as his young charge elegantly made her way down the stairs. Everything about her, to him, was perfect. Her posture was tall and regal, the expression upon her face was stony and noble. Though she was a princess, her aura could fool anyone into thinking that she was a queen or even a king.

Buttercup stepped behind her brunette sister, being extra careful not to step on her elder sister's train. Not that she had ever done so in the past, but she had attended a party where that actually happened, a lady stepping on another's dress, and it was humiliating for both of them. She was dressed in a full-length gown sewed from the finest quality emerald green silk. Her bodice was U-shaped, and laced with false fur, going up to her chin, hanging onto her lithe shoulders. Her skirts formed a round circle around her body and had wavy designs woven into it with forest green velvet. Her lithe feet were clothed in a pair of forest green silk slippers, with tiny shards of emerald woven into the fabric. Her hair was combed all the way out, cascading past her shoulders and brushing her upper back, with several silver clips with tiny emeralds embedded onto them clipping her loose bangs out of the way. Her neck was glittering with an array of necklaces, but the one which caught the most attention was a large, sparkling emerald the size of a small egg, delicately dangling from a silver chain. Her fingers were littered with lovely and rare-green rings, while her wrists were covered with tastefully made bracelets.

Butch felt small drops of sweat pouring off his head as the angelic princess that he had the highest honour of protecting. The ravened knight had indeed seemed some breathtaking beauties in his day, but the ravened princess takes the cake. The way she was dressed made anyone who didn't know her think that she was incapable of picking up a pencil, much less holding her own on the battlefield. Her small, just suiting steps suited that beautiful expression upon her flawless face.

Bubbles brought up the rear, and believe you me, she was defiantly the one who drew in the most eyes, lecherous or otherwise. She has sheathed a stunning ball gown of light cerulean blue, her sleeves sweeping, covering her upper arms all the way to her elbows before dropping down all the way down to her knees. Her V-cut bodice, also laced with white false fur, reached up to her chin, just as a safety precaution, making sure that no perverts had anything to see. Her skirts were fully fluffed out, forming a circle around her being, with a forest theme of designer patterns woven in with snow white satin. Her delicate feet were encased in a pair of sky blue high heels, with soft white fur at the tip of the shoe and shards of sapphires running up the heels. Her hair wasn't in their usual pigtail, but let loose, twisted into long, funnel shapes, with a silver chain of sapphire woven into each one, as they were slung over her shoulders. Her long, swan-like neck was looped with a display of beautiful necklaces, and the centrepiece was a large glittering sapphire the size of a man's palm, hanging from a silver chain. Her fingers were glittering with an array of stunning rings, and her wrists were sparkling with many lovely bracelets.

Boomer's eyes grew impossibly large at the sight of that blond angel coming down the staircase, a light blush painted on her face. If she was unconscious of herself, doubting her beauty, then she would be dead wrong. There many women older and far more hideous looking than her who carried themselves as if they were all that. The blond knight felt so lucky to have been taken charge of the protection of this goddess. And from the lustful and lecherous looks of all the men, old and young, all around him, the princess will need his services.

As they joined their father on the raised platform, John thumped his sceptre against the ground, catching everyone's attention.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, earlier today, all four of my daughters have chosen a knight to serve them. This ball was thrown to celebrate such an occasion. Because so, the first dance shall go to my four daughters and their respective knights." John said as clear as can be with happiness in his voice.

The boys glanced down at their plain looking suits and suddenly felt a little self-conscious.

"What kind of tradition is that?" Boomer asked scared.

"Who knows? We've never been to any of these types of balls before." Bruiser shrugged.

"Oh well, we might as well go. Ditching would be just as embarrassing as actually going up there." Brick said as he made sure he looked his best before dancing with the 1st future queen of the nation.

"Besides, if we go, we get to dance with a totally hot girl. That's an offer I can't pass up." Butch said making sure his jacket looked nice.

The Rowdyruff brothers made their way up to the foot of the stairs, bowing their heads in respect before standing up straight, ready to receive their dancing partner. Blossom 'volunteered' to go first. Or, more like she chose to go first, half of being the most intelligent and need to set an example to her sister, and the other half was because she actually wanted to dance with her knight.

She made her way down, her heels clicking softly against the marble stairs and her hands folded properly in front of her. As she drew closer, Brick felt his face beginning to flush and his heart began to quicken in pace. When she stood in front of him, he bowed and extended a hand.

"Malady, would you grant the honour of a dance to the humble me?" Brick asked politely as he could.

Blossom held back a chuckled; this man knew how to mince his words, and make his phrases unique, and not so corny and cheesy like all her other suitors. Extending her own hand and placing it upon the darker amber's, she smiled warmly.

"The honour would be all mine," Blossom said happily.

Brick lifted himself from his bowing position and led his beautiful princess to the dance floor. Once there, Blossom lightly pulled away. She chuckled at darker orangette's suddenly had a blush expression and whispered.

"Don't worry, it is nothing you've done. We simply must wait until all my sisters are here." Blossom explained.

"Of course, Your Highness." Brick said as he bowed to his princess.

Meanwhile, Bubbles decided to go next. She had wanted to go first, but apparently, Blossom beat her to the punch. Making her way down the marble stairs, her heels clicked softly too. She struggled not to make too much noise while descending the stairs. It would disgraceful to herself, not to mention that it wasn't lady-like.

Boomer had to restrain himself from running a hand through his hair, a slight habit he had developed when he felt nervous. Bubbles mentally smiled when she saw that adorable blush adorning her knight's handsome face. She could tell that he was nervous, and gave him a small smile to reassure him. It seems to have worked, seeing how he straightened himself.

As she stopped before him, the blond knight took a step back and extended his hand, following his eldest brother's example.

"Your Highness, would you grant me the up-most honour, and allow me this dance?" Boomer asked her.

"Of course, my sir knight." Bubbles said as a blush painted her cheeks, she placed her hand in his own.

Boomer beamed with pride as he led the most beautiful girl in the nation onto the dance floor. He couldn't help but shoot subtle smug glances at all the fuming and sulking suitor. Their expression was as clear as day. 'How could the princess except for a dance from that commoner scum, and not me, one of the most important nobles in the nation?'

He led Bubbles some distance away from his brother and his beauty, but also a distance away from the parted crowd of people, to ensure that Bubbles wouldn't get stolen from him, or he wouldn't have to kill someone for touching her inappropriately. Besides, he was told that Bubbles had never been able to enjoy these type of events for fear of getting drugged or raped. That was way at least one of her elder sister was always within seeing distance, or beside her, at all times.

He paused, making sure that his princess was safe in his arms, before turning his attention back to the platform. He had noticed that his brother and Princess Blossom hadn't started dancing when they reached the dance floor, and perhaps that means that he wasn't supposed to either.

Bubbles smiled, she felt so secure in her knight's arms. Unlike anything, she had ever felt before. Not even when her father or sisters held her, 'He's smart too. He noticed that Blossom and Brick didn't begin to dance when they reached the dance floor, so he decided not to either. Observanz.'

It took several minutes before Buttercup decided to go next, as a favour to her elder sister. Properly folding her hands in front of her, she began to make her way down the steps. Her footsteps made no sound, due to the fact that she had no heels, and her slippers were sewed from soft cloth. She kept that bittersweet expression on her face. Normally, she would simply walk down the stairs and mingle with her friends or sisters, rejecting or completely ignoring ant invitations to dance, unless it was from someone she really favoured, which was almost no one. So, you could say that her own knight was taking her first real dance.

Butch mentally smirked, he could tell that the princess didn't want to dance with him. But, he was positively dying to dance with her. Her petite frame complimented his muscular body structure, not to mention that she was hot as hell. Who wouldn't want dance with her? No one, that's who. The only problem was that she would reject them flat on their faces, but since this was a choosing-a –knight ball, Buttercup was forced to dance with him. And that made him happy.

When she finally stepped in front of him, the ravened knight bowed deeply and extended a large, tanned and calloused hand

"Would you, Your Highness, grant the humble me the highest of honours, and allow me this dance?" Butch asked perlite.

Buttercup was twitching to swat that hand away and bring her knee up to where the sun doesn't shine but restrained herself. Instead, she slowly, hesitantly placed her own hand in his own, slightly stunned by how small, pale and soft her own hands were compared to his.

"Yes, I would be delighted to," Buttercup said with a hint of anger in her voice.

Butch smirked at the subtle sign of gagging coming across the ravened princess's face. Gently wrapping his fingers around her hand, he led her towards the dance floor. He could barely hear her feet move, even with the light rustling of her skirts. He was tempted to look back over his shoulders several times to make sure that she was the one he was leading but knew that would be rude. Finally making it to the dance floor, he gently spun around and pulled the ravened princess closer to him, wanting to pull her so close that he would be able to rest his chin upon her head but decided against it. After all, he was feeling quite smug right now, with all those jealous glares he was receiving from other men. But, he did shutter when he spotted several old men with that same glint, "Gross, those bastards are old enough to be her grandfather! Go hit on some old granny in the kitchen. That way, you'll actually stand a chance, old farts." Buttercup scowled when she walked behind Butch towards the dance floor. It made her feel a bit inferior as if she was one of those common noblewomen who need to be held just to get out of a carriage, or even to dress or bath. It was pathetic and weak in her eyes. But, although she would never, ever admit it, she was glad that she had her knight to dance with. There were old men who had their eye on her, and like her sisters, she didn't like it. No, that would too much of an understatement. She hated it, it made her feel so dirty. The Raveonettes turned back towards the platform, waiting for the last princess to arrive. Buttercup grew a bit concerned, as was Blossom and Bubbles, 'Bunny, please don't do anything stupid. Just for one night, swallow your pride, if you can.'

Bunny glanced down at Bruiser with those cold amethyst orbs of hers. She was the last one left, the tiebreaker. She began her tiny trek down the stairs, her eyes never leaving that dark brunette's face. Her eyes gave nothing away and yet received everything at the same time. She saw how Bruiser was beginning to feel uncomfortable under her piercing gaze. She saw the jealousy and envy radiating off of many of the men, as well as lust for herself. And, she could feel the concern coming from her sisters, pleading for her not to completely humiliate her knight.

Bruiser, at the end of the stairs, felt tiny beads of sweat coming from his forehead, and it wasn't done to any type of heat. It was thanks to that fierce gaze that his beautiful charge possessed. It was as if it was drilling right through him and reading his very soul. It was frightening, and yet hypnotizing at the same time. The dark brunette knight found himself continue to stare, unable to pull his eyes away from those breathtakingly stunning amethyst orbs. Before he knew it, that brunette beauty was standing in front of him, her face completely filled as if she has bitten into a bitter lemon. It was if she wasn't displeased, but she wasn't satisfied either. It made the dark brunette knight uneasy like he wouldn't know what to do to please her, and the things to avoid in order to avoid angering her. Bruiser bowed, this time, he got to one knee and rose up an extended hand.

"Your Royal Highness, would you do me the greatest pleasure and honour of granting met this one dance?" Bruiser asked her.

Bunny remained silent for what felt like long, agonizing hours to Bruiser, but placed her delicate-looking hand into his.

"Yes, I would happy to do so, Good Sir," Bunny said.

Bruiser smiled and led his lady towards the dance floor, to join the others. On the 'long' way there, he caught little glimpses of murmurs here and there.

"My, it is true, the Princess Bunny has indeed chosen a knight." One of the guests said impressed.

"Goodness, I truly thought there was not a single man alive to impress her." Another said.

"That young man must be really skilled." The first person said again.

"Or, just really lucky." The second one said.

"Oh shush up, they'll hear you." The first one said.

The dark brunette knight blocked all these out, he just hoped that the princess could too. He didn't want her upset during the dance. That would be just too sad. They finally approached the dance floor, where his brothers were. He spun around and gently took his princess into a waltzing position. Bunny simply looked up at him with those hypnotizing eyes of hers and said nothing.

John noticed that his daughters were all on the floor, and clapped loudly (A/N: John's seated on the throne that's put up in a higher 'box' to look over the ballroom). The orchestra began to play their melodious tune, and the four couples slowly began to dance. The girls were fairly surprised that the boys were educated in formal dancing skills, seeing how they come from a commoner stage of living, while the boys were just relieved and happy that their last minutes cramming and practising in learning how to formally dance all paid off.

Blossom and Bubbles smiled brightly, they were truly enjoying themselves. Brick and Boomer were too. For once, their partners were trying to convince them to spend the night with them or trying to grope them through their clothing. Buttercup danced, and she did admit, to herself, of course, that she did enjoy it, but she still couldn't help but worry about Bunny. Looking over, her elder sister still bore that emotionless mask. Even as her closest sister, she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

As the waltz came to an end, the Girls curtsied while the Boys bowed, before the Boys led the girls off the dance floor. Once amidst the crowd, the girls, more like Buttercup and Bunny, snatched their hands out of Butch and Bruisers before walking off to find their other sisters. Not to surprisingly, they were already being tackled by other suitors, asking for the next dance.

Bunny headed for Blossom, who was being flirted on by one Lord Arcadia, a man perhaps in his early or mid-twenties. He possessed shaggy dark grey, almost black hair, along with crimson red eyes. He indeed was very handsome, but it was obvious that Blossom had no feelings towards him. Bunny could hear a small little snippet of their conversation.

"Come alone, my dear peach Blossom, just one dance?" Lord Arcadia begged her.

"I'm sorry, good sir. I have no desire to dance with you, or anyone else, for that matter." Blossom said trying to get the clown to leave her alone.

"Good evening, My lord Arcadia. How are you?" Bunny said planning how together Blossom away from that joke of a man.

The dark silverette turned his eyes, and the brunette could see those crimson orbs flash with clouded lust. Of course, after all, it wasn't every ball that the Bunny Jutonium, notorious for rejecting men, talked with one.

"I am fine, thank you, M'lady. May I say, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight." He said and bowed to the second princess.

"Thank you, kind sir. Now, if you'll excuse us, Blossom and I have business to attend to elsewhere." Bunny said and quickly came up as to why she had to kidnap her sister from him.

Before the lord could insist that they stay for a moment longer, the brunette princess beckoned for her orangette's sister to follow her towards the concession tables, where she could see Buttercup and Bubbles. 'Thank God Buttercup was able to get Bubbles away from all those lecherous bastards without too much of a scene.'

"Thanks, Bunny. I've been trying to get that lord to leave me alone ever since Brick and I finished our dance." Blossom said and smiled at her sibling.

"Of course. After all, when we dance with only once, it's like a signal to all the other men that we'll dance with them too." Bunny said.

The two approached the table that their sister was signalling from, to come sit down. Bubbles smiled brightly.

"We've already asked a waiter to bring a bit of food and drink over." Bubbles updated her sisters.

"And yes, yes, I asked them to bring Bubbles a tiny bit of watered wine. Nothing more." Buttercup said reassuring her sisters.

Bunny and Blossom smiled, good, they drilled that concept into their sister's head. After all, there was no telling what the young princess might do if she consumed anything more than that.

For the rest of the night, the girls simply talked, ate and drank, forgetting their cares and having their version of fun at a ball. (Let's just say that the Boys were forced to dance with other skanks that they didn't want to, all the while sneaking glances at the girls.)

As the servants began to smother out the lights, the ball drew to an end. Some nobles bid their farewells and goodbyes, while others continued to chatter once outside the palace, waiting for their carriages and setting up other times where they could visit and have tea together.

Soon, the only people left in the ballroom were John, the princesses and their knights, along with several servants doing clean-up duty. John smiled at the boys, who got upon one knee and bowed.

"I am impressed with all four of you. You truly show respect for my daughters. Now…please escort the princesses to their chambers for the night." King John ordered the 4 Rowdyruff's.

"Believe it or not, it has been known that there are stalkers who managed to get past the guards and hide in the shadows of the palace, waiting to pounce." He whispered to the 4 knights.

"That isn't true. The security here is more than capable of handling any 'stalkers'. Not to mention that Buttercup and I could completely slice their heads off their bodies." Bunny snapped at her father as she heard what he said.

"Can't you take a joke, my dear daughter?" John asked sighing tiredly.

He slightly flinched when he saw that signature ice cold glare that could freeze Hell over. King John grew cold under his daughters' ice view.

"Don't joke about matters that concern me in such lecherous matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, Buttercup… let's go." Bunny said mad.

The brunette turned on her heel and headed back up the large staircases, with Buttercup following her, at her side.

"You must excuse her. You see, she isn't used to having anyone do anything for her. Even her servants basically have nothing do all day, and has to help with the palace help. Because she is so independent. It is the same with Buttercup; she hates having anyone dote on her with such precision." Blossom explained her sister to the knights.

"Of course, that was of our own fault. Goodnight, Your Royal Majesty, Your Royal Highnesses." Bruiser and Butch said bowing again.

With that, they left the ballroom on their own, heading for their own chambers, with all the other Royal Guards.

"So independent, huh? I could've figured that out on my own. The way she glared at me when she came down the stairs at the beginning of the ball was enough to clue me in on that." Bruiser said chuckling.

"Yea, I saw the way you just stared at her, as if you were hypnotized. I was so close to laughing, you looked so love struck." Butch told his brother.

"Why are you talking? You looked like an eager little puppy trying to tug his master along with the leash, the way you lead Princess Buttercup towards the dance floor. I was actually laughing, unable not to." Bruiser said laughing at his brother.

The two simply joked and teased each other, as they always did in the past. After all, they were brothers and very close one at that.

Bunny and Buttercup reached their royal chambers. Buttercup placed a hand upon her elder sister's back, noticing just how frail it felt under her touch.

"Bunny, are you alright?" Buttercup asked worriedly.

"Yes, I am. Buttercup, you should start heading for your own rooms. We all had a long day today, and you should get some sleep." The brunette sibling said nodding.

The raven-haired princess looked uncertain of leaving her sister but decided that it wasn't the time to argue with her.

She took a step back, giving her sister the respective space that she had always needed.

"Alright then. 'Night, Bunny. Sleep well." Buttercup said.

Bunny nodded and smiled; she loved Buttercup more than anyone. She seems to know just when to pry for more details, and when to leave things be. Not that she didn't love her father and other two sisters, but the way they constantly pried and pestered her was extremely annoying.

"You too, Buttercup. Goodnight and sweet dream, my dear sister." Bunny said smiling at her sister.

She watched as the ravened princess made her way to her own bedroom, which was just down the hall, Blossom and Bubbles' rooms in between, and John's chambers the opposite wall. Once she was certain that her beloved younger sister was within her chambers, she, too, entered her own suite of rooms. The entire suite included a Receiving room, then the Bedroom, which led to a Study, the Bathroom, and the Wardrobe. Her rooms were painted a lovely violet shade, with marigold patterns painted on with gold.


Going through the Receiving and Bedroom, the brunette entered the Wardrobe, was an entire room used only for storing clothing and dressed. Gently unbuttoning her dress, using the large, full-length mirror, the brunette slipped out of the gown and hung it back up among the dozens upon dozens of formal dresses, many of them Bunny had never even touched before. Folding up the gauze of amethyst silk and placing it into a drawer of one of the dressers within the room, Bunny stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She was lithe and petite, her unusual height made her taller than most girls her age, her legs and arms long and her complexion a beautiful cream. Many believed her to be blessed with the beauty of the goddesses, as her sisters were too. But, Bunny herself believed that this beauty was nothing but a burden. Having to protect her sisters, making sure that nobody took advantage of them was tiring. Not to mention that she had the amethyst eyes and hairstyle of their beloved late mother, Kate Jutonium, who passed away when all the girls were only ten years old.

'Mother, how are you? I can't believe that it's been almost eleven years already since you left Father and us. How is heaven? Are the angels treating you well?' Bunny slipped into a white silk nightgown, embroidered with silver floral designs. Unwinding her hair and plucking the intertwined jewel out, the brunette princess placed them upon the large, burgundy wood vanity and ran a comb through her hair.

Walking out of the Wardrobe, the brunette climbed into her large, king-sized bed and buried herself underneath the warm, silk covers and placed her head on one out of the many plump, white, feather-stuffed pillows. She turned her eyes to stare up at the full, white moon, glowing in the pitch black sky. It was like a Mother Pearl, while the stars twinkled around it like little sparks, 'Goodnight, Mother. Sleep well.'


Quanktumspirit: "Bunny was really close to her mother. This chapter was 13 pages long. And I still don't own anybody."