Author's Note: Soooo, here I amm. Writing a new fanficc when We've Come This Far hasn't been updated for like monthsss. : I'm sorryy! But like I really wanted to work on this, and uh yea. Please don't be too mad at me! (For all you Miraculous lovers, I expect at least a leetle kindness :|) LOLz, anyways hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1:
"Soo, what do you think Tiki?"
The young ravenette princess twirled in her newly finished gown, causing the voluminous skirt to spin and showcase the many layers of satin and silk underneath. The gown had taken quite some time to finish, and all in all, Marinette Dupain Cheng was pleased with her creation. A white, modest long sleeved top, embroidered with pearly pink lace at the sleeves, waist, and neckline. The top progressed downwards into a floofy skirt, which reached her ankles; also white, but with little pink flowers etched into the fabric.
The energetic hamster, who had been spinning on her wheel, plopped off of it, and ran to the edge of her cage. She squeaked excitedly, as if to say, I love it!
The girl giggled,
"I'll take that as a yes, then."
Tikki had been a gift from her parent's on her 12th birthday. The king and queen usually spoiled their only daughter on her birthday; buying her gorgeous dresses and taking her to expensive restaurants, "the kingdom's best"- they called it, much to Marinette's distaste. She was the type of girl who'd rather take the time to make a dress herself, or spend time with her parents to cook something together, instead of eating out. So receiving Tikki on her twelfth birthday had been a peasant change, one she had no qualms about. Now, turning 16, the girl still considered the tiny hamster to be one of her best friends.
She shrugged herself out of the gown and folded it neatly, putting it to the side for now, satisfied.
"I'll have to show this to Alya, next time I see her! She'll love it.", Marinette told Tikki, thinking fondly of her best friend.
The two had met in boarding school about two years ago. At first, Marinette had been a little wary and taken back by the girl's rebellious attitude, but she soon found it to be appealing. At least Alya was skilled at speaking her mind to Lady Chloe whenever she decided that she wanted to give her least favorite princesses sh*t, at the very least.
Lady Chloe had had Françoise Dupont boarding school wrapped around her little finger during the girls' time there, due to her father's power. She was definitely quite a few ranks higher than the two princesses, and significantly higher than her "friend" Sabrina, the daughter of a knight.
(She had made sure this little fact was heard at least five times a day.)
While Marinette had made many friends at her old school from other neighboring kingdoms of France, she was glad that school was over and done with. She'd never have to see Lady Chloe again, hopefully.
Tikki's little nose quivered excitedly at the thought of her owner's best friend, not unnoticed by the blackette. She rolled her eyes good naturedly at her furry friend.
"You know, you don't have to rely on Alya for treats whenever she visits. I'm perfectly capable of satisfying your sweet tooth.", Marinette said pointedly.
She knew that Tikki held a special place for Alya in her heart, or more specifically the sugary treats the brunette would bring with her, whenever she visited. Although both girls knew sugar wasn't good for hamsters, Tikki always ended up getting a bite or so of her favorite delicacies, whenever the two met up.
Tikki squeaked once, and returned to her wheel. Her little paws hurried along, as if she were running a marathon.
The princess stood from her plush chair, stretching out the cramps along her shoulder and neck from being hunched over her sewing table for such a long time. It was around the middle of the day, and she briefly wondered what her parents were up to. They were probably in their office, with an ambassador or vicomte, or another noble of some sort. She knew that she wasn't to disturb her parents when they were busy, and she had no intentions to.
Her parents already gave her plenty of love.
Marinette pondered over what she would spend the rest of the day doing. Ever since school had ended, her parent's advisor, Fu, had been teaching her about different aspects of her kingdom. She was set to rule by the time she was 25. While she still had plently of time, the years went by fast, and her parents wanted her to be ready. Plus..there was the other issue at hand.
Namely, a suitor...
While Marinette might've looked the part of a fairy tale princess; enchanting blue eyes, porcelain skin, full lips, and shimmering inky hair, she did not look forward to marriage.
Not one bit.
It wasn't like she held anything against guys. No, some of her best friends were guys, like Princes Kim and Max.
It was more so a matter of having so much living left to do, and marriage sort of put a damper on all of that. She had seen Alya's older sister, Nora, get married just last year. While the event had been happy, and Nora had been extremely flustered the whole time, Marinette had seen the notable changes it had left on her.
For one, the usually tough girl had taken to wearing corsets half the time, and her buffness had died down significantly. Sure, Nora might've willingly made these changes, but it still struck Marinette odd. She didn't want to change. She liked who she was!
Shaking her head, she rid these thoughts from her head. She was still practically a child, right? She shouldn't worry about such things. If anything, she knew that her parents would never force marriage upon her. They wanted their child to marry for love when the time came, just as they once had.
Marinette was aware that Fu wouldn't start lessons until a few more hours, so she had time. She decided that she would take a walk around the gardens of the palace. She enjoyed admiring the flowers and the little animals that would wander here and there. (Heh, classic princess cliche) Plus, she found the grounds to be full of inspiration, and while she had just finished a gown recently, ideas for a new one were already bubbling.
She combed back her shoulder length hair with her hands, and did a once over of her appearance in the full body mirror hanging by her armoire.
A red pleated skirt reaching her ankles, white cassock shirt, slightly rumpled from the last hour of finishing up her gown, and black slippers.
Presentable.
The ravenette opened up the top of Tiki's cage, gently scooping up her wriggling pet, and plopping her into the little purse, which hung across her shoulders.
After squirming around a bit, Tikki finally settled down.
Noting that she would probably have to make a stop to the palace kitchens for a freshly baked cookie or macaroon, the princess started on her way.
...
The dimly lit room cast eerie shadows across the whole room, the only sources of light coming from the small window high above the wall, and the little lamp that was illuminating a man who would most likely not make it out of the ordeal alive.
A brown leather sack was around his head, firm ropes bounding him to the chair he was tied to. Originally, he had put up a struggle, but he had soon fallen limp, having worn himself out.
The hostage in question was the ruler of a neighboring kingdom, King Fred Haprèle. His province was small but prosperous, specializing in theater and the arts. For a king, his kidnapper had no problem taking him as a hostage. The lack of security was almost enough to make Adrien Agreste laugh.
While the king had been quiet thus far, the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked was enough to drive him into panic mode again.
"HELP! WHO'S THERE?!", he shrieked in agony. The ruler prayed that his troops had noticed he was missing, and had started to look for him.
...
..
.
"I wouldn't try screaming for help, mon roi." a silky voice purred out of the darkness.
The words made a chill go down Haprèle's spine. He gulped audibly. His captor grinned sadistically at the display of fear.
"As you probably know, we are extremely deep under ground. What you might now know, is that we are miles away from any people. Especially not people who would be willing or capable enough to get through me.", he continued smugly.
The king's abductor ripped off the sack that was on his head. The sight he was greeted with was enough to make his jaw drop.
The voice which he had assumed had came from a young man in his early twenties, belonged to a teenager, maybe 16 or 17!
Why, he looked to be around the same age as his own daughter, Mylene.
Blond hair swooped dramatically over his head, perfectly styled with not a strand out of place. Startling green eyes pierced into his own, almost seeming to glow in the semi-darkness. Flawless skin, tall, designer clothes pressed at every edge..No doubt about it, this young man was strikingly good looking.
All of the king's fear immediately melted away, and was immediately replaced with sadness.
"My boy, who's making you do this?", he questioned, genuinely concerned.
His face showcased attested kindness.
Adrien's eyes immediately hardened, and quicker than Haprèle could register, he lifted his gun and shot three warning shots in his direction. The bullets clanged noisily onto the wall behind him, having missed the king by only millimeters.
The king immediately started screaming in fear and struggling against his ropes. He froze and started shaking in fear as his captor started slowly walking towards him, one step after the other. He stopped when they were less than a foot apart.
He crouched down until they were at eye level. Beads of sweat were accumulating on his victim's forehead.
"My my, mon cher roi Haprèle, I didn't assume you were one to be swayed by a pretty face.", he smirked. He cocked his head mockingly.
"Although, if that does appear to be the case, it might make my job a tad easier."
Haprèle's breath hitched in fear of what was to come.
Yus...Tikki is a hamster..That is all.