Chapter 2
I was so nervous that afternoon. Char had gone to speak with his parents about dinner that night, where they would formally meet me. He had told me not to fret, but I couldn't help it. What if they didn't like me?
What if they told him I was too young, or too ugly, or too weird, or too poor? Perhaps the Queen and King had ideas of marrying Char off to a rich old queen. Where would I go if we were not to be wed? Certainly not back to Dame Olga's manor. That was out of the question. I was still poor, and would not be able to support myself on my charms alone. Maybe the finishing school had its rewards. I chuckled at the thought. Imagine, me singing, sewing, dancing and teaching proper dinner ediquate for KJs.
Perhaps the Queen and King would meet me and then I would fall on my face and make a mockery out of myself. I could picture it now. Me, tripping because of my own feet and falling flat on my face. The Queen would swiftly stand up in a huff, and the King would say,
"Son! That wretched girlfriend of yours is not fit to be Queen!"
Char and I would cry, and share an emotional embrace and then I would leave him. For the good of the country. Just then I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"Char." the voice said.
"Come in." I spoke, too upset for many words. I stood up and began to pace on the spot. Char smiled when he saw me then sat down.
"Ella, whatever is the matter?" he asked. He could read me so well.
"What do you mean, Prince Charmont? Perhaps I should call you that now. It is more refined for the woman to call her finace his proper name. That is if we are getting married. I do not think they would like me. But that doesnt matter because I will leave if you say. Speaking of which, you do realize you do not have to knock on the door. This is your room!" I rattled on and on. Char just sat on his bed, a bemused look on his face.
"Don't laugh at me!" I hissed, frustration showing more then I meant it to.
"Ella! Ella! They will love you, I promise. Do not be nervous." He took me into his arms. I tried to say something but he hushed me. "Everything will be fine."
I twisted a napkin on my lap as I waited in the dining room. I was early. I sat in a beautiful pale pink satin gown, that was once the Queen's. It had seemed that they had excepted me. Just wait until they met me. I chewed on my bottom lip, deep in thought. Was I this early? Or were they late? No they would never be late. I was just too nervous. Calm down, Ella, I commanded myself. Of course, that would work with the curse, but not now. I had to rely purely on myself to do tasks.
At last I heard people sit up in their chairs. I sat up in mine, also.
"Introducing," a strange looking man with grey hair said at the front of the room. "The King and Queen of Kyrria, Prince Charmont, Prince Regionald and Princess Mary."
They all walked past me, and Char sat down in the seat beside me, a slight smile on his lips. He took my hand under the table.
"Everything will be fine Ella." he whispered. He patted my hand twice and looked at his mother and father.
They noticed who I was and smiled at me, obviously approving.
The Queen was quite warm, "Hello my dear." she said, smiling grandly. "I see that you are Eleanor, my son's love. You are the late Lady Eleanor's daughter, correct?" I nodded. "It is very nice to meet you."
The King, who was a man of few words, nodded at me, a smile on his face.
Everything was going well and everyone liked me. I was quite relieved.
"You were magnificent." Char said, as he pulled me into his arms, giving me a kiss.
It was the next morning, a beautiful day, and we had decided to go for a walk in the park. We were talking about last night. I have no idea why I was so worried. Everything went smoothly and everyone liked me. Especially Princess Mary, who was a year younger then I. I could tell we would be good friends. I was curious about Prince Regionald though. On the portrait, when I entered, he was not portrayed.
"Char? Why wasn't your brother in the portrait by the door?"
"Regionald?" Char said his name in a grim manner. "He was ill for some time when we did the portraits."
"Oh. How old is he?" I questioned.
"Sixteen. Same age as you."
"And Mary?"
"Fifteen."
"Shall he marry?"
"I'm not sure. He is allowed to marry whoever he chooses though. Only poor Mary cannot. Princesses are always given to other Kingdoms. They use them to make peace treaties."
"That's terrible. I'm glad I do not have to marry against my wishes."
"No." Char smiled cutely. "You marry according to your wishes. To me."
He leaned over and kissed me, and I couldn't help giggling.
Love is so strange. It makes you giggle and laugh endlessly, and makes you feel like your floating on air, and capable of anything.
I placed my hair up in a bun. I was wearing a gold puffy evening dress now. Tonight, there would be a ball to celebrate Char and my engagement. Hattie, Olive and Dame Olga would be there since my father was going. I was furious when I found out! I cannot seem to get those horrible wenches out of my life! I knocked on me and Char's door. He opened.
"Ella," he smiled. "You look beautiful."
"You look very handsome." I smiled back.
"Well." he said akwardly. "The ball will not wait. Let us go."
He led me down the grand staircase. We stopped at the bottom and the same grey-haired man announced us.
"His Majesty Prince Charmont, and his fiance, soon to be Princess Ella."
I smiled and blushed slightly at the last bit. People everywhere clapped loudly and when the stopped, we began to dance a waltz.
After the first dance, Char went off to get me some punch. I stood to the side, and looked around, taking in all of the sights.
Just then I heard a nasal voice behind me.
"Well, well, well." the voice said. "If it isnt Princess Ella."
I turned around to see Hattie, as fat, ugly and jealous as ever. I rolled my eyes at the sight of her, and stood, with my arms crossed over my chest.
"What do you want Hattie. Or should I say, peasant girl?"
"Some day I will be Queen. You'll see." Hattie threatened.
"You do realize that I can arrest you and throw you off these grounds do you not?"
"Fine. I will be quiet for now, but you will see. You will see."
Thats when Dame Olga, Olive, and Father came over.
Father was quite happy that I was marrying a prince. Probably, so that he could get more riches. Dame Olga was falsely nice and syrupy to me, so unlike herself, sucking up every chance she could get. Olive, like always was quiet, dumb and dull, eating her sandwich in silence, until she interrupted my conversation with Father.
"Can I have some KJs?" she asked.
"No." I said obviously.
"Give me some KJs." she commanded.
When she saw that the curse no longer worked, she shrugged and went back to eating her sandwich. "It was worth a try." she mumbled. Olive was always slower at things.
"Sorry dear. Olive!" Dame Olga exclaimed. "That was not polite. Do not say such things to the future Queen." She led Olive away by the ear, Hattie and Father followed.
Char returned with some punch and I told him what happened. He rolled his eyes and told me not to listen to the brats.
"Besides." he said, while taking a sip of red punch. "What could Hattie do?"
I didn't know, but I knew she had a plan. Something must be happening because I saw her talking to Prince Regionald. That girl would never quit.
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IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...
*Hattie's boyfriend
*An evil plan
*A soon to be trip
*Wedding Planners
and...MORE!
I was so nervous that afternoon. Char had gone to speak with his parents about dinner that night, where they would formally meet me. He had told me not to fret, but I couldn't help it. What if they didn't like me?
What if they told him I was too young, or too ugly, or too weird, or too poor? Perhaps the Queen and King had ideas of marrying Char off to a rich old queen. Where would I go if we were not to be wed? Certainly not back to Dame Olga's manor. That was out of the question. I was still poor, and would not be able to support myself on my charms alone. Maybe the finishing school had its rewards. I chuckled at the thought. Imagine, me singing, sewing, dancing and teaching proper dinner ediquate for KJs.
Perhaps the Queen and King would meet me and then I would fall on my face and make a mockery out of myself. I could picture it now. Me, tripping because of my own feet and falling flat on my face. The Queen would swiftly stand up in a huff, and the King would say,
"Son! That wretched girlfriend of yours is not fit to be Queen!"
Char and I would cry, and share an emotional embrace and then I would leave him. For the good of the country. Just then I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"Char." the voice said.
"Come in." I spoke, too upset for many words. I stood up and began to pace on the spot. Char smiled when he saw me then sat down.
"Ella, whatever is the matter?" he asked. He could read me so well.
"What do you mean, Prince Charmont? Perhaps I should call you that now. It is more refined for the woman to call her finace his proper name. That is if we are getting married. I do not think they would like me. But that doesnt matter because I will leave if you say. Speaking of which, you do realize you do not have to knock on the door. This is your room!" I rattled on and on. Char just sat on his bed, a bemused look on his face.
"Don't laugh at me!" I hissed, frustration showing more then I meant it to.
"Ella! Ella! They will love you, I promise. Do not be nervous." He took me into his arms. I tried to say something but he hushed me. "Everything will be fine."
I twisted a napkin on my lap as I waited in the dining room. I was early. I sat in a beautiful pale pink satin gown, that was once the Queen's. It had seemed that they had excepted me. Just wait until they met me. I chewed on my bottom lip, deep in thought. Was I this early? Or were they late? No they would never be late. I was just too nervous. Calm down, Ella, I commanded myself. Of course, that would work with the curse, but not now. I had to rely purely on myself to do tasks.
At last I heard people sit up in their chairs. I sat up in mine, also.
"Introducing," a strange looking man with grey hair said at the front of the room. "The King and Queen of Kyrria, Prince Charmont, Prince Regionald and Princess Mary."
They all walked past me, and Char sat down in the seat beside me, a slight smile on his lips. He took my hand under the table.
"Everything will be fine Ella." he whispered. He patted my hand twice and looked at his mother and father.
They noticed who I was and smiled at me, obviously approving.
The Queen was quite warm, "Hello my dear." she said, smiling grandly. "I see that you are Eleanor, my son's love. You are the late Lady Eleanor's daughter, correct?" I nodded. "It is very nice to meet you."
The King, who was a man of few words, nodded at me, a smile on his face.
Everything was going well and everyone liked me. I was quite relieved.
"You were magnificent." Char said, as he pulled me into his arms, giving me a kiss.
It was the next morning, a beautiful day, and we had decided to go for a walk in the park. We were talking about last night. I have no idea why I was so worried. Everything went smoothly and everyone liked me. Especially Princess Mary, who was a year younger then I. I could tell we would be good friends. I was curious about Prince Regionald though. On the portrait, when I entered, he was not portrayed.
"Char? Why wasn't your brother in the portrait by the door?"
"Regionald?" Char said his name in a grim manner. "He was ill for some time when we did the portraits."
"Oh. How old is he?" I questioned.
"Sixteen. Same age as you."
"And Mary?"
"Fifteen."
"Shall he marry?"
"I'm not sure. He is allowed to marry whoever he chooses though. Only poor Mary cannot. Princesses are always given to other Kingdoms. They use them to make peace treaties."
"That's terrible. I'm glad I do not have to marry against my wishes."
"No." Char smiled cutely. "You marry according to your wishes. To me."
He leaned over and kissed me, and I couldn't help giggling.
Love is so strange. It makes you giggle and laugh endlessly, and makes you feel like your floating on air, and capable of anything.
I placed my hair up in a bun. I was wearing a gold puffy evening dress now. Tonight, there would be a ball to celebrate Char and my engagement. Hattie, Olive and Dame Olga would be there since my father was going. I was furious when I found out! I cannot seem to get those horrible wenches out of my life! I knocked on me and Char's door. He opened.
"Ella," he smiled. "You look beautiful."
"You look very handsome." I smiled back.
"Well." he said akwardly. "The ball will not wait. Let us go."
He led me down the grand staircase. We stopped at the bottom and the same grey-haired man announced us.
"His Majesty Prince Charmont, and his fiance, soon to be Princess Ella."
I smiled and blushed slightly at the last bit. People everywhere clapped loudly and when the stopped, we began to dance a waltz.
After the first dance, Char went off to get me some punch. I stood to the side, and looked around, taking in all of the sights.
Just then I heard a nasal voice behind me.
"Well, well, well." the voice said. "If it isnt Princess Ella."
I turned around to see Hattie, as fat, ugly and jealous as ever. I rolled my eyes at the sight of her, and stood, with my arms crossed over my chest.
"What do you want Hattie. Or should I say, peasant girl?"
"Some day I will be Queen. You'll see." Hattie threatened.
"You do realize that I can arrest you and throw you off these grounds do you not?"
"Fine. I will be quiet for now, but you will see. You will see."
Thats when Dame Olga, Olive, and Father came over.
Father was quite happy that I was marrying a prince. Probably, so that he could get more riches. Dame Olga was falsely nice and syrupy to me, so unlike herself, sucking up every chance she could get. Olive, like always was quiet, dumb and dull, eating her sandwich in silence, until she interrupted my conversation with Father.
"Can I have some KJs?" she asked.
"No." I said obviously.
"Give me some KJs." she commanded.
When she saw that the curse no longer worked, she shrugged and went back to eating her sandwich. "It was worth a try." she mumbled. Olive was always slower at things.
"Sorry dear. Olive!" Dame Olga exclaimed. "That was not polite. Do not say such things to the future Queen." She led Olive away by the ear, Hattie and Father followed.
Char returned with some punch and I told him what happened. He rolled his eyes and told me not to listen to the brats.
"Besides." he said, while taking a sip of red punch. "What could Hattie do?"
I didn't know, but I knew she had a plan. Something must be happening because I saw her talking to Prince Regionald. That girl would never quit.
Please Reply!!! I need another 8 replies to get the next chapter. I promise it'll get more intresting.
IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...
*Hattie's boyfriend
*An evil plan
*A soon to be trip
*Wedding Planners
and...MORE!