How the Stars Betrayed Us
By: Lady_Mix
Author's Note: Well I only have one chapter up, and I'd love to continue this story but I need to know if anybody else would be interested. Please R/R I'd mean the world to me.
*update yay more chapters, I got bored and I had to see what happens lol*
*Prologue*
"You can't go…you just came back! Zidane you can't do this to me again…" Garnet replied with a weak voice and tear stung eyes.
"Dagger, Garnet I have to, I…it's….I can't be in your life, it's too much." He rested his head against her forehead closing his eyes taking in the pain of this moment. He couldn't be here right now, she was a queen, it just wasn't right. It would be too hard for her. He looked up for the last time into her dark eyes, her face wet with tears. He kissed her forehead chocking back his own hurt and fear. That's when he left; leaving Princess Garnet to stubble against the wall and fall to her knees, in pain clutching at her chest, her heart.
*2 years later*
Garnet looked up at the blue sky shielding her eyes from the sun, she leaned against the window sill daydreaming. She heard footsteps coming towards her and turned her head towards her door.
"Your highness, Prince Damon is here for your meeting. I suggest you try and be on time and please try not to dump him in the moat like last time." Beatrix tried to hide her amusement at the memory of the last suitor to try to make a move on the Queen. Garnet looked down trying to hide her smile as well; finally she got up from her seat and strode over to the door, momentarily glancing in the mirror. What's the point, she thought to herself. She walked down the long hallway to the throne room and stood with her hands clasped behind her back in front of her throne, waiting for the next loser.
"Queen Garnet, may I present Prince Damon O'Dellson." The prince made a deep bow, and straightened once more, throwing his long brown hair behind his back.
"Thank you Steiner, welcome to Alexandria Prince Damon, I should hope your stay has been a pleasant one so far." Garnet tried to hide her grimace as the sight of his long greasy hair and the up most look of confidence on his face. Here we go again.
"Indeed I have your highness, may I call you Garnet? I should hope today with be my favorite day yet."
"You will call me your highness Prince Damon, we shall be off." Closeness with anyone or anything wasn't exactly a priority of the Queen's; keep the kingdom in order and the neighbors happy, emotions are useless. She stepped down towards the Prince and brushed past his out stretched arm and continued down the hallway while he stumbled along behind her.
They toured Alexandria, Garnet in the lead always and Prince Damon panting behind her trying to look dignified.
"Prince Damon, won't you try one of our famous Gyshal Pickles?" Garnet said while picking a pickle out of the barrel and paying the old woman.
"No thank you! This thing smells horrid! Can we go now, maybe somewhere more private?"
"Appearances can be deceiving, we could go see the docks now, and it's beautiful there this time of year." The Queen mumbled while handing a little boy the pickle, he excitedly ran off telling his friends how the Queen gave him the pickle. Yes she thought to herself…appearances and people.
By: Lady_Mix
Author's Note: Well I only have one chapter up, and I'd love to continue this story but I need to know if anybody else would be interested. Please R/R I'd mean the world to me.
*update yay more chapters, I got bored and I had to see what happens lol*
*Prologue*
"You can't go…you just came back! Zidane you can't do this to me again…" Garnet replied with a weak voice and tear stung eyes.
"Dagger, Garnet I have to, I…it's….I can't be in your life, it's too much." He rested his head against her forehead closing his eyes taking in the pain of this moment. He couldn't be here right now, she was a queen, it just wasn't right. It would be too hard for her. He looked up for the last time into her dark eyes, her face wet with tears. He kissed her forehead chocking back his own hurt and fear. That's when he left; leaving Princess Garnet to stubble against the wall and fall to her knees, in pain clutching at her chest, her heart.
*2 years later*
Garnet looked up at the blue sky shielding her eyes from the sun, she leaned against the window sill daydreaming. She heard footsteps coming towards her and turned her head towards her door.
"Your highness, Prince Damon is here for your meeting. I suggest you try and be on time and please try not to dump him in the moat like last time." Beatrix tried to hide her amusement at the memory of the last suitor to try to make a move on the Queen. Garnet looked down trying to hide her smile as well; finally she got up from her seat and strode over to the door, momentarily glancing in the mirror. What's the point, she thought to herself. She walked down the long hallway to the throne room and stood with her hands clasped behind her back in front of her throne, waiting for the next loser.
"Queen Garnet, may I present Prince Damon O'Dellson." The prince made a deep bow, and straightened once more, throwing his long brown hair behind his back.
"Thank you Steiner, welcome to Alexandria Prince Damon, I should hope your stay has been a pleasant one so far." Garnet tried to hide her grimace as the sight of his long greasy hair and the up most look of confidence on his face. Here we go again.
"Indeed I have your highness, may I call you Garnet? I should hope today with be my favorite day yet."
"You will call me your highness Prince Damon, we shall be off." Closeness with anyone or anything wasn't exactly a priority of the Queen's; keep the kingdom in order and the neighbors happy, emotions are useless. She stepped down towards the Prince and brushed past his out stretched arm and continued down the hallway while he stumbled along behind her.
They toured Alexandria, Garnet in the lead always and Prince Damon panting behind her trying to look dignified.
"Prince Damon, won't you try one of our famous Gyshal Pickles?" Garnet said while picking a pickle out of the barrel and paying the old woman.
"No thank you! This thing smells horrid! Can we go now, maybe somewhere more private?"
"Appearances can be deceiving, we could go see the docks now, and it's beautiful there this time of year." The Queen mumbled while handing a little boy the pickle, he excitedly ran off telling his friends how the Queen gave him the pickle. Yes she thought to herself…appearances and people.