Disclaimer: I don't own CCS. I haven't even seen every episode.
AN: This is just a shorter fiction that I'm going to write while I'm gathering ideas for the sequel to No Longer A Child. I hope you like it! I originally planned to redo the Grimm's Fairy Tale, King Thrushbeard, because it's one of my favorites. I ended up changing the idea so much I wouldn't even consider it redoing! I'm putting in a second disclaimer just for safety sake: Disclaimer: I don't own the Fairy Tale King Thrushbeard. And now, on with the Fiction!
A Second Chance
Chapter One: The First Encounter
by BlahBlahBlah136
~*~*~*~Introduction~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once apon a time, as all good fairy tales begin, there was a young prince who thought he was better than everyone else. He would laugh at others when they tried to accomplish what he had and said, "Did you ever think that you could be better than me at anything? You fool, everyone knows that I hold all talent in the land!" Because of this the kingdom hated the prince. They all prayed there would be a second heir, and the first prince would die. No one would dare say this out loud though, for the prince would have them beheaded.
Finally, one day when the prince was to have his eighteenth birthday party.....
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"What hideous decorations! Is everyone in this whole kingdom incompetent!" Prince Li shouted in rage. And this was one of his better days. On the worse days the prince said nothing, only glared at anyone who got in his way. A meek servant scuttled up to the enraged prince. "Your Majesty," she squeaked, "Your father wishes to speak with you." Li sighed agrily, "What is it now!" He stormed off in a huff, leaving the servant to cower in his wake.
(The Throne Room)
The King and Queen sat in there thrones with there heads held high. The dais was high with five marble steps and a carpet of gold-woven red led to it from the door. The tapestries and curtains and even the clothes that king and queen wore were woven with silver and gold. Even the thrones were gold for Dracoris was an extremely wealthy country.
"You wished to speak with me?" Li said gruffly. "Yes, we did," The King's voice was low and full, "It is your eighteenth birthday, son, and it is time for you to wed. We shall have a great ball for your birthday and you will meet EACH AND EVERYONE of the Courtiers and Baronesses and other noble women and girls of the ENTIRE Dracoris Kingdom until you have found one you wish to wed, and with your attitude I can tell we will be at that ball for quite some time! To make sure that you have met all the girls we will have five balls and you must pick a bride there because if you don't, you won't become king!" And with that the King waved his hand as a sign that Li was to be dismissed. The Prince grumbled all the way out the door. The little talk had put Li into his glaring moods.
(A Very Small Cantrev on the Outskirts of Dracoris)
Sakura Avalon danced freely about the kitchen preparing dinner for her father and brother. As far as courtiers went, the Avalon family was the lowest of rank that you could get. Tory Avalon was a tailor and Aden Avalon was a potter. They had a joined shop on the corner of the town square. The Avalon family was quite poor, but they didn't mind. Each was kind and caring in there own way, but none was as caring as Sakura.
Sakura was learning how to be a healer at the Physician's shop in the center of town. Currently she was only allowed to work on animals that came in, but she had dreams of being a healer to everyone that need it. Everyone loved her and she was well know throughout the town.
As all children did at the time each day when the sun was directly over head, Sakura went out to see what the mail brought. Most people never received any mail, but today was different.
"Did you hear, every noble family got mail today from the Dracorian King! I wonder what they say! Did you get your families? Tory took ours before I could read it!" Sakura asked eagerly to her best friend Madison, who replied with the same excitement, "Yeah, it's right here! Let's open it!" Madison flawlessly open the white envelope and both girls read silently:
All Female Courtiers,
By Royal Decree, you are all obliged to come to the Prince's Birthday balls at any of the following nights: October 11, October 12, October 14, October 15, or October 16. There will not be a ball on the 13th for that day is Friday the 13th and Royal Amendment 401 states that no royal gala, masquerade, reception, assembly, ball, meeting, or feast shall be held on Friday the 13th.
At these balls, Prince Li will pick a wife. If you are the person picked, you hereby must marry him. Don't worry, it probably won't be you. My deepest regrets to the girl forced into wedlock with my dreadful son. If you mention this part of the letter to my son, you shall be beheaded.
All noble men and women are invited to attend no matter your age. I doubt a man will be picked for my son's bride, so don't get your hopes up. And I doubt if you are under twelve or over fifty that my son will even consider you. People of those ranges should feel blessed. You shant be considered.
His Royal Highness
King Roland III, son of King
Roland II, son of King Roland, son of King Rupert,
son of King Dimitri, etc.
"I feel bad for the girl who the prince picks too," Madison, "Prince Li is a real snob!" She folded up the letter and carefully tucked it back into the envelope. Sakura disagreed, "Prince Li isn't that bad. He's actually rather handsome! I'm sure he's very warm and loving once you get to know him!"
"I'd rather you get him than me!"
"I wouldn't care if he picked me. What's so bad about him. He's probably a wonderful person! Him being a snob is just gossip maybe. Have YOU ever met him?"
A bunch of girls overheard the conversation. None of them wanted to marry the prince. Suddenly one of them got an idea. "Sakura, your not high enough rank to marry the prince," Rita said slyly. "What do you mean?" Sakura asked. Then Nikki caught on, "You have to act way above your rank to get him to pick you. He'll probably pick a duchess! Maybe a baroness if the girl is lucky." "We could help you. And it will work out for all of us. You'll get to marry the prince, and we won't have to!" Rita reasoned. "I don't know you guys..."
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"Stand up straight! No Sakura, don't step, float! Glide and Float," shouted Rita as Sakura waltzed across her living room floor. "It's no use," Sakura shouted is exasperation, "I'm tripping over my own feet!" It was true. Her feet were a jumble of stones in a disoriented waterfall, and fall was exactly what she did! "Come on Sakura! We have to leave tonight to make it in time for the last ball! We've already missed the first three, we'll spend ball number four traveling and get there just in time for ball five! And you won't get to eat at the party, because we won't have time to learn how!" Nikki lectured.
"I'm here with the dress!" cheered Madison as she burst through the door, "I didn't have time to make one, so I borrowed one of my mom's old ones." Madison's mom was the Grand Duchess of the Cantrev of Rouganis in the Kingdom of Dracoris, so the dress was expected to be magnificent. "Can I see it?" Sakura asked eagerly. "No, I want it to be a surprise. Now lets get you trained!"
(October 16, 8:30. The fifth ball is about to start and it's a cold night)
The carriage pulled up fifteen minutes late and the four girls ran to check in at the door. "Hurry up Sakura! We have to check in or we face the King's wrath!" Rita shouted and waved Sakura out of the carriage. She came out and they all gracefully swept into the palace.
The shoes on Sakura's feet were too small. They squashed her feet all around. The dress was tight also, and so was her hair. She was over-all uncomfortable. When she came down the marble steps a man asked her to dance. She consented and he swept her into a fast waltz. The floor the hard and cold, not at all like her warm and soft living room floor. It somehow made dancing easier. The small shoes weren't a nuisance, they were a savior. The shoes made her feet small enough that he could dance perfectly. With her spirits lifted, she waltzed until the night was almost over, which wasn't hard considering the number of men that asked for a dance. One man had asked for her hand in marriage, but she had politely declined on ground that the man was half drunk.
"As every night we shall gather all eligible women in rows," shouted King Roland over the noise. Everyone was quiet when he continued, "My son, Prince Li, will walk among you. Tonight he will find a bride or is disinherited until he does find a bride! Please stand in rows according to your rank; Grand Duchess' in the front, lower courtiers in the back." There was a furor in the ballroom as women darted about into there correct lines. Madison and Sakura pinkie-locked and wished each other luck, then separated into different lines. Sakura two lines from the back, and Madison two lines from the front.
Prince Li addressed all of the women personally, but not in a well-meaning manner. "Too fat" were a couple, "Too skinny," he called some more, "She looks like a bird!" he said about one. "Too light" were some. "Too dark," were others. "Too strict," "Too giddy" "Too ditzy" "Too flirtatous" "What a monster!" The lady he called a monster ran out crying. One by one she singled out everyone's worst flaw. Madison got, "Too fanatical", yet she was unfazed by the comment. Some girls ran out crying, some, Sakura saw, had hands that twitched with the desire to slap the prince. It was an hour and half until the prince came to Sakura. He just stopped and stared.
~~~~Li's POV~~~~
What's this strange feeling I have? I don't believe I've ever felt it before. What could it be. She must be the most unfitting of all. That must be it, but that's not what it feels like. It feels like I have to do something! I'm the Prince of Dracoris! Everyone fears me, so way do I fear the feeling I get from her! I don't understand. Well, I can't stand here like a dingbat all day, I have to say something!
~~~~Author's POV~~~~
Prince Li stared at Sakura for moment longer, soaking in her radiant beauty. Her bodice was tight fitting and showed the slightest little bit of cleavage. The dress was red with woven gold and the skirt flowed out in an elegant sweep of the same royal red with gold sharp embroidered Sakura flowers. Half of her hair was pinned high on her head and the other half floated in numerous graceful auburn curls down to her bare shoulders. Her sleeves were of the same style as her skirt. They started right under her shoulder and when past her delicate hands in a slight flare. On her head was a medium sized tiara of pure gold with rubies embedded into it. Her necklace matched, even though it was her own. It was a gold heart locket from her mother with pictures of her mother and father inside. The chain was so thin that it look just as if a ruby, set in a heart, were floating about her neck. He stared at her and her beautiful emerald eyes that looked up at him in curiosity and innocence.
Finally Prince Li snapped back to reality. Everyone was staring at him. "Well, what makes you think I would wed you?" He regained his cold disposition, "You're genki and disorderly. You dance like a twig and you walk like a bird," he lied, but didn't stop there, "You're pig faced and arrogant. You stare at me with stupidity in your eyes and are no more than a borderline mental disorder and humdrum in overall life. Your a sad excuse for a courtier, much less a lady. If you were a horse, you would be lame. If you were a fowl, no one would bother shooting you for game. You're ugly and pug-nose, and you have the youth of a ninety-year-old women. If you thought that I would ever marry even your better half then you were VERY mistaken." He named the opposite of exactly what she was. Tears streamed down Sakura's face and the audience looked on in awe. Sakura could only whisper, "They were right. You don't have any heart and you don't care about anyone but yourself. I wouldn't marry YOUR better half even if you had one!" And with that she ran from the palace, mounted the first horse she came to, and didn't stop until she became so tired she fell asleep and fell off her horse.
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So..........what do you think?????? Is this a lame excuse for a fanfiction, or should I keep writing? Well, I'm going to keep writing it, but I won't post it unless you like it. Or if you hate it, I may post it just to spite you.
Please R&R, I TOLD YOU THAT YOU HADN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!!!
BlahBlahBlah136
AN: This is just a shorter fiction that I'm going to write while I'm gathering ideas for the sequel to No Longer A Child. I hope you like it! I originally planned to redo the Grimm's Fairy Tale, King Thrushbeard, because it's one of my favorites. I ended up changing the idea so much I wouldn't even consider it redoing! I'm putting in a second disclaimer just for safety sake: Disclaimer: I don't own the Fairy Tale King Thrushbeard. And now, on with the Fiction!
A Second Chance
Chapter One: The First Encounter
by BlahBlahBlah136
~*~*~*~Introduction~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once apon a time, as all good fairy tales begin, there was a young prince who thought he was better than everyone else. He would laugh at others when they tried to accomplish what he had and said, "Did you ever think that you could be better than me at anything? You fool, everyone knows that I hold all talent in the land!" Because of this the kingdom hated the prince. They all prayed there would be a second heir, and the first prince would die. No one would dare say this out loud though, for the prince would have them beheaded.
Finally, one day when the prince was to have his eighteenth birthday party.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What hideous decorations! Is everyone in this whole kingdom incompetent!" Prince Li shouted in rage. And this was one of his better days. On the worse days the prince said nothing, only glared at anyone who got in his way. A meek servant scuttled up to the enraged prince. "Your Majesty," she squeaked, "Your father wishes to speak with you." Li sighed agrily, "What is it now!" He stormed off in a huff, leaving the servant to cower in his wake.
(The Throne Room)
The King and Queen sat in there thrones with there heads held high. The dais was high with five marble steps and a carpet of gold-woven red led to it from the door. The tapestries and curtains and even the clothes that king and queen wore were woven with silver and gold. Even the thrones were gold for Dracoris was an extremely wealthy country.
"You wished to speak with me?" Li said gruffly. "Yes, we did," The King's voice was low and full, "It is your eighteenth birthday, son, and it is time for you to wed. We shall have a great ball for your birthday and you will meet EACH AND EVERYONE of the Courtiers and Baronesses and other noble women and girls of the ENTIRE Dracoris Kingdom until you have found one you wish to wed, and with your attitude I can tell we will be at that ball for quite some time! To make sure that you have met all the girls we will have five balls and you must pick a bride there because if you don't, you won't become king!" And with that the King waved his hand as a sign that Li was to be dismissed. The Prince grumbled all the way out the door. The little talk had put Li into his glaring moods.
(A Very Small Cantrev on the Outskirts of Dracoris)
Sakura Avalon danced freely about the kitchen preparing dinner for her father and brother. As far as courtiers went, the Avalon family was the lowest of rank that you could get. Tory Avalon was a tailor and Aden Avalon was a potter. They had a joined shop on the corner of the town square. The Avalon family was quite poor, but they didn't mind. Each was kind and caring in there own way, but none was as caring as Sakura.
Sakura was learning how to be a healer at the Physician's shop in the center of town. Currently she was only allowed to work on animals that came in, but she had dreams of being a healer to everyone that need it. Everyone loved her and she was well know throughout the town.
As all children did at the time each day when the sun was directly over head, Sakura went out to see what the mail brought. Most people never received any mail, but today was different.
"Did you hear, every noble family got mail today from the Dracorian King! I wonder what they say! Did you get your families? Tory took ours before I could read it!" Sakura asked eagerly to her best friend Madison, who replied with the same excitement, "Yeah, it's right here! Let's open it!" Madison flawlessly open the white envelope and both girls read silently:
All Female Courtiers,
By Royal Decree, you are all obliged to come to the Prince's Birthday balls at any of the following nights: October 11, October 12, October 14, October 15, or October 16. There will not be a ball on the 13th for that day is Friday the 13th and Royal Amendment 401 states that no royal gala, masquerade, reception, assembly, ball, meeting, or feast shall be held on Friday the 13th.
At these balls, Prince Li will pick a wife. If you are the person picked, you hereby must marry him. Don't worry, it probably won't be you. My deepest regrets to the girl forced into wedlock with my dreadful son. If you mention this part of the letter to my son, you shall be beheaded.
All noble men and women are invited to attend no matter your age. I doubt a man will be picked for my son's bride, so don't get your hopes up. And I doubt if you are under twelve or over fifty that my son will even consider you. People of those ranges should feel blessed. You shant be considered.
His Royal Highness
King Roland III, son of King
Roland II, son of King Roland, son of King Rupert,
son of King Dimitri, etc.
"I feel bad for the girl who the prince picks too," Madison, "Prince Li is a real snob!" She folded up the letter and carefully tucked it back into the envelope. Sakura disagreed, "Prince Li isn't that bad. He's actually rather handsome! I'm sure he's very warm and loving once you get to know him!"
"I'd rather you get him than me!"
"I wouldn't care if he picked me. What's so bad about him. He's probably a wonderful person! Him being a snob is just gossip maybe. Have YOU ever met him?"
A bunch of girls overheard the conversation. None of them wanted to marry the prince. Suddenly one of them got an idea. "Sakura, your not high enough rank to marry the prince," Rita said slyly. "What do you mean?" Sakura asked. Then Nikki caught on, "You have to act way above your rank to get him to pick you. He'll probably pick a duchess! Maybe a baroness if the girl is lucky." "We could help you. And it will work out for all of us. You'll get to marry the prince, and we won't have to!" Rita reasoned. "I don't know you guys..."
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"Stand up straight! No Sakura, don't step, float! Glide and Float," shouted Rita as Sakura waltzed across her living room floor. "It's no use," Sakura shouted is exasperation, "I'm tripping over my own feet!" It was true. Her feet were a jumble of stones in a disoriented waterfall, and fall was exactly what she did! "Come on Sakura! We have to leave tonight to make it in time for the last ball! We've already missed the first three, we'll spend ball number four traveling and get there just in time for ball five! And you won't get to eat at the party, because we won't have time to learn how!" Nikki lectured.
"I'm here with the dress!" cheered Madison as she burst through the door, "I didn't have time to make one, so I borrowed one of my mom's old ones." Madison's mom was the Grand Duchess of the Cantrev of Rouganis in the Kingdom of Dracoris, so the dress was expected to be magnificent. "Can I see it?" Sakura asked eagerly. "No, I want it to be a surprise. Now lets get you trained!"
(October 16, 8:30. The fifth ball is about to start and it's a cold night)
The carriage pulled up fifteen minutes late and the four girls ran to check in at the door. "Hurry up Sakura! We have to check in or we face the King's wrath!" Rita shouted and waved Sakura out of the carriage. She came out and they all gracefully swept into the palace.
The shoes on Sakura's feet were too small. They squashed her feet all around. The dress was tight also, and so was her hair. She was over-all uncomfortable. When she came down the marble steps a man asked her to dance. She consented and he swept her into a fast waltz. The floor the hard and cold, not at all like her warm and soft living room floor. It somehow made dancing easier. The small shoes weren't a nuisance, they were a savior. The shoes made her feet small enough that he could dance perfectly. With her spirits lifted, she waltzed until the night was almost over, which wasn't hard considering the number of men that asked for a dance. One man had asked for her hand in marriage, but she had politely declined on ground that the man was half drunk.
"As every night we shall gather all eligible women in rows," shouted King Roland over the noise. Everyone was quiet when he continued, "My son, Prince Li, will walk among you. Tonight he will find a bride or is disinherited until he does find a bride! Please stand in rows according to your rank; Grand Duchess' in the front, lower courtiers in the back." There was a furor in the ballroom as women darted about into there correct lines. Madison and Sakura pinkie-locked and wished each other luck, then separated into different lines. Sakura two lines from the back, and Madison two lines from the front.
Prince Li addressed all of the women personally, but not in a well-meaning manner. "Too fat" were a couple, "Too skinny," he called some more, "She looks like a bird!" he said about one. "Too light" were some. "Too dark," were others. "Too strict," "Too giddy" "Too ditzy" "Too flirtatous" "What a monster!" The lady he called a monster ran out crying. One by one she singled out everyone's worst flaw. Madison got, "Too fanatical", yet she was unfazed by the comment. Some girls ran out crying, some, Sakura saw, had hands that twitched with the desire to slap the prince. It was an hour and half until the prince came to Sakura. He just stopped and stared.
~~~~Li's POV~~~~
What's this strange feeling I have? I don't believe I've ever felt it before. What could it be. She must be the most unfitting of all. That must be it, but that's not what it feels like. It feels like I have to do something! I'm the Prince of Dracoris! Everyone fears me, so way do I fear the feeling I get from her! I don't understand. Well, I can't stand here like a dingbat all day, I have to say something!
~~~~Author's POV~~~~
Prince Li stared at Sakura for moment longer, soaking in her radiant beauty. Her bodice was tight fitting and showed the slightest little bit of cleavage. The dress was red with woven gold and the skirt flowed out in an elegant sweep of the same royal red with gold sharp embroidered Sakura flowers. Half of her hair was pinned high on her head and the other half floated in numerous graceful auburn curls down to her bare shoulders. Her sleeves were of the same style as her skirt. They started right under her shoulder and when past her delicate hands in a slight flare. On her head was a medium sized tiara of pure gold with rubies embedded into it. Her necklace matched, even though it was her own. It was a gold heart locket from her mother with pictures of her mother and father inside. The chain was so thin that it look just as if a ruby, set in a heart, were floating about her neck. He stared at her and her beautiful emerald eyes that looked up at him in curiosity and innocence.
Finally Prince Li snapped back to reality. Everyone was staring at him. "Well, what makes you think I would wed you?" He regained his cold disposition, "You're genki and disorderly. You dance like a twig and you walk like a bird," he lied, but didn't stop there, "You're pig faced and arrogant. You stare at me with stupidity in your eyes and are no more than a borderline mental disorder and humdrum in overall life. Your a sad excuse for a courtier, much less a lady. If you were a horse, you would be lame. If you were a fowl, no one would bother shooting you for game. You're ugly and pug-nose, and you have the youth of a ninety-year-old women. If you thought that I would ever marry even your better half then you were VERY mistaken." He named the opposite of exactly what she was. Tears streamed down Sakura's face and the audience looked on in awe. Sakura could only whisper, "They were right. You don't have any heart and you don't care about anyone but yourself. I wouldn't marry YOUR better half even if you had one!" And with that she ran from the palace, mounted the first horse she came to, and didn't stop until she became so tired she fell asleep and fell off her horse.
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So..........what do you think?????? Is this a lame excuse for a fanfiction, or should I keep writing? Well, I'm going to keep writing it, but I won't post it unless you like it. Or if you hate it, I may post it just to spite you.
Please R&R, I TOLD YOU THAT YOU HADN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!!!
BlahBlahBlah136