Sorry this is taking so long! I'm really glad that more people are reading
this story because its my favorite. I'm failing math and chemistry's a b-
(what did I rate this story again?) -witch. That's why it's taking forever;
I'm hard pressed for time with school again.
Impulse_k9: I'm glad you like my story! Lillian is supposed to be rotten and independent but she is a good friend, very loyal. She speaks her mind a lot. You're very articulate and I was wondering if you have any stories of your own? Well, enjoy this chapter! =D
CapturedHeart: Don't worry the other princes won't really be a part of the story although they will show up at the ball. I threw in a bit about the other princes for humor because they're all in the same type of fairytales. (This fairy tale is only a little different because of the numerous famous characters)
CHAPTER 5
The small town was bustling with activity the next morning. Mothers rushed from store to store with their eager daughters. Everyone was buying last minute items for the ball.
A chubby girl with flushed cheeks knocked a Ms. Shoe's parcels out of her hands as she ran to catch up with her mother. A little boy with black hair played with a puppy while his father bought tobacco. His mother stood next to him, longingly watching the dress tore where all the other women were. George strolled along nonchalantly, watching all the pretty maidens rush about. It seemed as if the whole population of the country walked the streets and crowded the stores.
Mary was slightly awed, so rarely was everyone in town out and about. It was so noisy and rushed! She clutched her granny's hand for a moment before remembering that a lady of fifteen didn't hold hands.
Granny smiled at Mary indulgently. "I don't mind if you want to hold my hand, I won't tell Jediah."
Mary shook her head and her blond curls shook with a life of their own. "No. I'm too old to hold hands." She blushed and her eyes flitted to the side just once. When she spoke, her voice came out in a whisper. "Also there's a girl from my school with her mother, they're just behind us."
"Ah." Granny nodded in understanding. "Now I see." She glanced at the bakery as they walked past it. "That smells good. Maybe we can buy a cinnamon role there after we're done buying your dress."
"That'll be quite expensive with the rise in bread prices."
"I have enough money for one." Granny said dismissively. Her blue eyes were caught on the clothing store. "Let's go buy your dress!" She said, excitement evident in her voice. She hurried toward the store.
Mary took a deep breath before following in Granny's wake. She didn't want to have to push through the crowd of people.
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Parses strolled through the opulent sitting room only to see his mother drinking tea with a pretty young girl. He turned on his heel in an attempt to escape.
"Parses!" Arabella shrieked in her shrill voice. "Come back in here and meet the duke's daughter Saundra." Her eyes locked with Parses and he reluctantly walked back into the room.
"Hello Saundra." He said in a bored indifferent voice. "How d'ya do?" He purposely pronounced his words lazily, sounding like a peasant.
Saundra smiled at him hopefully. She was frightfully pale, as was the aristocratic fashion of the time; her lips were pink and her eyes large and pale green. Her light brown hair was bound in a tight bun. "How do you do your highness?" Her soft voice trembled as she spoke, the hope never leaving her eyes.
"I do great, and if you want some proof come for a walk with me."
Arabella scowled and she clutched her white porcelain teacup so hard that her knuckles whitened. She set the cup down gently although it had been an effort not to slam it onto the saucer. "Parses?" Her voice came out a hiss.
"Yes mother?" He glared, all mischief leaving his face. "I told you to stop forcing women on me."
Saundra turned a pretty pink underneath her powdered complexion.
"I'm not going to keep being such a gentleman when I meet them." He chuckled. "I won't be as sweet as I was just now." Parses winked at Saundra. "You still want to go for a walk with me?...to my bedchamber?"
"GO! NOW!" Arabella had shot to her feet and was screaming in her anger.
Parses winked at his wrathful mother and then walked away at a leisurely pace.
Saundra sat quite still on the couch, her cheeks red. "He-he-" She struggled to find words to end the awkward silence. "He seems very nice." She choked out.
"He most certainly dos not appear to be very nice!" Arabella said in disgust. "I was hoping you and he would take to one another but apparently it was not to be!"
"All is well your highness." Saundra tried to placate her. "I am not insulted in the slightest."
"He behaved atrociously! I can't abide by his behavior!" She sank back don onto the couch in one graceful motion. Her social mask slid into place easily. "I apologize for this inconvenience. Perhaps it would be best if I called your carriage to take you home. I hope to see you at the ball Saundra; it would be nice if you would save a dance for Parses at the ball." She stood and glided away to attend to her queenly duties with an empty smile on her face.
Saundra's lower lip quivered; now that the queen was gone she wanted to burst into tears. Parses was so utterly beautiful and all she'd ever wanted was to marry him and become a princess, she knew that she'd never be queen but to be of royal blood! A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. The powder she had labored over to make herself deathly white dripped off as she cried.
"Hello ma'am." A pretty servant had entered the room as quiet as a mouse. She had brown hair and a shy demeanor. Her bright eyes darted around the room nervously before resting on Saundra. "Your carriage is waiting out front for you and the queen extends her thanks for your coming."
Saundra nodded curtly at the servant and the girl left quickly. She pulled a lacy white kerchief out of her cleavage and mopped her messy face up. How could a man make her cry? How could some fool make her, the duke's daughter, cry? As she stood and walked to her carriage she vowed to get back at Parses for his wrongdoings.
Elspeth watched Saundra go. 'So that's Parses new love?' She frowned. How could he do this to her? First attempt to seduce her with lies and then force her to watch as he courted other women. 'No more!' She vowed as the duke's daughter climbed into her carriage wearing a smug smile. 'No doubt she's smiling because Parses has promised marriage.' A burning anger filled pretty little Elspeth's heart. 'I'll get you back Prince Charming for all the wrongs you've committed!'
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(Sorry to leave Lillian out of this chapter but she's not really doing anything and right now she has not point but she'll be back next chapter. Also the big party, the final chapter will be next chapter, and it'll be long and I'm going to add in characters from my other fairy tale that was more of a joke then anything else so you might want to reads it quickly)
Impulse_k9: I'm glad you like my story! Lillian is supposed to be rotten and independent but she is a good friend, very loyal. She speaks her mind a lot. You're very articulate and I was wondering if you have any stories of your own? Well, enjoy this chapter! =D
CapturedHeart: Don't worry the other princes won't really be a part of the story although they will show up at the ball. I threw in a bit about the other princes for humor because they're all in the same type of fairytales. (This fairy tale is only a little different because of the numerous famous characters)
CHAPTER 5
The small town was bustling with activity the next morning. Mothers rushed from store to store with their eager daughters. Everyone was buying last minute items for the ball.
A chubby girl with flushed cheeks knocked a Ms. Shoe's parcels out of her hands as she ran to catch up with her mother. A little boy with black hair played with a puppy while his father bought tobacco. His mother stood next to him, longingly watching the dress tore where all the other women were. George strolled along nonchalantly, watching all the pretty maidens rush about. It seemed as if the whole population of the country walked the streets and crowded the stores.
Mary was slightly awed, so rarely was everyone in town out and about. It was so noisy and rushed! She clutched her granny's hand for a moment before remembering that a lady of fifteen didn't hold hands.
Granny smiled at Mary indulgently. "I don't mind if you want to hold my hand, I won't tell Jediah."
Mary shook her head and her blond curls shook with a life of their own. "No. I'm too old to hold hands." She blushed and her eyes flitted to the side just once. When she spoke, her voice came out in a whisper. "Also there's a girl from my school with her mother, they're just behind us."
"Ah." Granny nodded in understanding. "Now I see." She glanced at the bakery as they walked past it. "That smells good. Maybe we can buy a cinnamon role there after we're done buying your dress."
"That'll be quite expensive with the rise in bread prices."
"I have enough money for one." Granny said dismissively. Her blue eyes were caught on the clothing store. "Let's go buy your dress!" She said, excitement evident in her voice. She hurried toward the store.
Mary took a deep breath before following in Granny's wake. She didn't want to have to push through the crowd of people.
~*+*~
Parses strolled through the opulent sitting room only to see his mother drinking tea with a pretty young girl. He turned on his heel in an attempt to escape.
"Parses!" Arabella shrieked in her shrill voice. "Come back in here and meet the duke's daughter Saundra." Her eyes locked with Parses and he reluctantly walked back into the room.
"Hello Saundra." He said in a bored indifferent voice. "How d'ya do?" He purposely pronounced his words lazily, sounding like a peasant.
Saundra smiled at him hopefully. She was frightfully pale, as was the aristocratic fashion of the time; her lips were pink and her eyes large and pale green. Her light brown hair was bound in a tight bun. "How do you do your highness?" Her soft voice trembled as she spoke, the hope never leaving her eyes.
"I do great, and if you want some proof come for a walk with me."
Arabella scowled and she clutched her white porcelain teacup so hard that her knuckles whitened. She set the cup down gently although it had been an effort not to slam it onto the saucer. "Parses?" Her voice came out a hiss.
"Yes mother?" He glared, all mischief leaving his face. "I told you to stop forcing women on me."
Saundra turned a pretty pink underneath her powdered complexion.
"I'm not going to keep being such a gentleman when I meet them." He chuckled. "I won't be as sweet as I was just now." Parses winked at Saundra. "You still want to go for a walk with me?...to my bedchamber?"
"GO! NOW!" Arabella had shot to her feet and was screaming in her anger.
Parses winked at his wrathful mother and then walked away at a leisurely pace.
Saundra sat quite still on the couch, her cheeks red. "He-he-" She struggled to find words to end the awkward silence. "He seems very nice." She choked out.
"He most certainly dos not appear to be very nice!" Arabella said in disgust. "I was hoping you and he would take to one another but apparently it was not to be!"
"All is well your highness." Saundra tried to placate her. "I am not insulted in the slightest."
"He behaved atrociously! I can't abide by his behavior!" She sank back don onto the couch in one graceful motion. Her social mask slid into place easily. "I apologize for this inconvenience. Perhaps it would be best if I called your carriage to take you home. I hope to see you at the ball Saundra; it would be nice if you would save a dance for Parses at the ball." She stood and glided away to attend to her queenly duties with an empty smile on her face.
Saundra's lower lip quivered; now that the queen was gone she wanted to burst into tears. Parses was so utterly beautiful and all she'd ever wanted was to marry him and become a princess, she knew that she'd never be queen but to be of royal blood! A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. The powder she had labored over to make herself deathly white dripped off as she cried.
"Hello ma'am." A pretty servant had entered the room as quiet as a mouse. She had brown hair and a shy demeanor. Her bright eyes darted around the room nervously before resting on Saundra. "Your carriage is waiting out front for you and the queen extends her thanks for your coming."
Saundra nodded curtly at the servant and the girl left quickly. She pulled a lacy white kerchief out of her cleavage and mopped her messy face up. How could a man make her cry? How could some fool make her, the duke's daughter, cry? As she stood and walked to her carriage she vowed to get back at Parses for his wrongdoings.
Elspeth watched Saundra go. 'So that's Parses new love?' She frowned. How could he do this to her? First attempt to seduce her with lies and then force her to watch as he courted other women. 'No more!' She vowed as the duke's daughter climbed into her carriage wearing a smug smile. 'No doubt she's smiling because Parses has promised marriage.' A burning anger filled pretty little Elspeth's heart. 'I'll get you back Prince Charming for all the wrongs you've committed!'
*~`^`~*
(Sorry to leave Lillian out of this chapter but she's not really doing anything and right now she has not point but she'll be back next chapter. Also the big party, the final chapter will be next chapter, and it'll be long and I'm going to add in characters from my other fairy tale that was more of a joke then anything else so you might want to reads it quickly)