Diaires~Marle
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A/N~ Ummm...Chapter Two! Please R&R! I'll get to the storyline soon, I promise! Just not in this chapter... Sorry if my
spelling and grammer stinks...Please read and review!
Chapter Two
In the end Marle and Leah compromised. Marle wore a gown that wasn't too shabby and not to vain. She wore another
white dress, cotton, which had a full hoop skirt, making it very difficult to walk and not bump into anyone. On Leah's
demands, the bodice of this dress was cut fashionably low, showing far more clevage than Marle would have liked. After all,
her idea was to discourage suitors, not attract more. She also wore a simple neckalce, strung with pearls but with a
beautiful blue gem cut into the shape of a circle in the center, surrounded by a band of gold. It was Marle's pendant, the
one that had been handed down generation to generation. It brought out Marle's strikingly captivating emerald green and
cornflower blue eyes. The pendant meant very much to Marle. It was one of the few things left of her mother, and it was
precious. It held wonderfull memories.
The corset was much tighter than Marle would have wanted it, but Leah said that tiny waists were looked very
fashionable. Marle said it looked like she had been starved half her life. She was having a rather difficult time breathing,
to be honest. She felt she might faint at any moment, which she considered a frivulous and flippant thing. Her long red gold
hair had been painfully pulled into a ponytail, held by a simple gold band. She slipped on a pair of white satin slippers,
which were so thin she could feel the stone floor's coldness as she walked. All in all, this only served to remind the
princess that she thoroughly detested royal life.
Leah was called away, and she made a hasty escape.
" No doubt father is working on a lecture on my tardiness." Oh, Marle could just imagine. " Princesses are punctual.
Princesses are pefect." She mimicked him. She slammed down her mirror a bit harder than necassary. " Well if that's the case
then I don't want to be a princess!" She declared, to no one in particullar.
And it was true. Marle would much rather be a simple peasant than have to deal with the complications of royal life.
A peasant was free to do as he pleases, as long as it's in the boundry of the law, wheras a princess...A princess couldn't
even do what she wanted in her own castle.
There was a soft knocking on the door. " Princess....Princess..."
" Come in already!" Marle snapped, a bit more harshly than intended. A servant entered and dropped a curtsy,
trembling. " Your father, his majesty, commands your prescence and demands to know why you have not arrived yet."
Marle snorted. " You may tell my father, the royal highnass that I, the reluctant Princess, am on my way."
The girl nodded and curtsied yet again, then whimpered and scampered away. She was no doubt fearfull of her lord's
temper.
Marle sighed and followed at a leisurely pace. As she passed the kitchen, she caught wiff of an apple pie, and her
stomach growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten this morning. After a second or so of contemplating the consequences, she
decided to dawdle some more.
The princess walked into the kitchen, greeting the serving maids as she passed. She finally saw Cook. He was
bellowing some orders, as usual.
Marle tapped him on the shoulder and he whirled around, ready to launch into a full verbal assault, but then he
realized exactly who it was and he bowed rather clumslily.
Marle laughed. " You should have seen the expression on your face!" She crowed.
Cook flushed. Then he said, " Did you like your porridge, this morning? I added in a few extra lumps of sugar." He
winked.
Marle saw Mary desperately trying to cath her eye. Marle nodded. " It was simply scrumptious!"
Cook smiled warmly. Despite his appearance of a hard man, he really was soft hearted on the inside, underneath all
that tough guy act.
Marle smiled in return. " But you know what smells even better?" She asked. Cook shook his head no. " Your simply
scrumptious apple pie!"
Cook nodded and left for a minute or so. Then he returned with a slice. Marle thanked him profously before taking a
huge bite. " Mmmmm...." She said, savoring the taste. Cook really was amazing, she decided. A small chunk of pie fell, and
landed on her white dress, staining it with a spot of red. Marle really couldn't care.
She was just about to ask for another helping when a soldier appeared and bowed swiftly before her. " His majesty has
sent me to find you." He said in a brisk tone that clearly said all business and no play.
Marle nodded. She knew when to fight and when to resist.
She followed the soldier to the throne room, attempting to make conversation, but to no avail. Eventually she just
walked, a sulky expression on her face.
The doors to the throne room opened, and Marle inwardly groaned. There was the chancellor, in all his frivulous
finery, and there were the foreign delegates, all dressed up like popinjays. Her father sat on his throne, and the look he
sent her showed her was obviously displeased. Marle shrugged it off.
She approached the throne and curstied before her father, but dared to keep her eyes on his at all times. " You have
sent for me, my lord?" She said, and made sure her tone was not at all humble. The delegates jerked slightly, as if startled
by her brusqueness. Marle inwardly smirked. By the time she was done, they would be frightened.
Her father said in a tired voice, " Yes, my daughter." He waved his a hand to indicate the representitives. " These
fine gentlemen have come with a marriage proposal."
Marle nodded and smiled the fakest smile you ever did see. " Pleased to make your aqqaintance." She said, in a tone
that told she was not at all pleased. She adjusted her skirts so that the stain would show.
The delegates bowed, rather nervously, and mumbled hellos.
Marle rounded on her father. " I really don't see why you have brought me here." She said, a hint of anger creeping
into her voice. " After all, I'm going to be wed even if I don't want to. My opinion is rather irrelevant then, don't you
think?"
The Chancellor puffed out his chest, as if to say something, probably chastise her for her boldness, but the king
silenced him. " I would think you would want a say in the matter, Princess Nadia."
Marle shrugged. " What does it matter? It's not as if I really have a say on the subject, now do I?" She said acidly.
Then she turned on her heel and marched out of the throne room, not even waiting to be excused.
A/N~ Please review!!! Please!!!
Disclaimer~ I do not own them!
A/N~ Ummm...Chapter Two! Please R&R! I'll get to the storyline soon, I promise! Just not in this chapter... Sorry if my
spelling and grammer stinks...Please read and review!
Chapter Two
In the end Marle and Leah compromised. Marle wore a gown that wasn't too shabby and not to vain. She wore another
white dress, cotton, which had a full hoop skirt, making it very difficult to walk and not bump into anyone. On Leah's
demands, the bodice of this dress was cut fashionably low, showing far more clevage than Marle would have liked. After all,
her idea was to discourage suitors, not attract more. She also wore a simple neckalce, strung with pearls but with a
beautiful blue gem cut into the shape of a circle in the center, surrounded by a band of gold. It was Marle's pendant, the
one that had been handed down generation to generation. It brought out Marle's strikingly captivating emerald green and
cornflower blue eyes. The pendant meant very much to Marle. It was one of the few things left of her mother, and it was
precious. It held wonderfull memories.
The corset was much tighter than Marle would have wanted it, but Leah said that tiny waists were looked very
fashionable. Marle said it looked like she had been starved half her life. She was having a rather difficult time breathing,
to be honest. She felt she might faint at any moment, which she considered a frivulous and flippant thing. Her long red gold
hair had been painfully pulled into a ponytail, held by a simple gold band. She slipped on a pair of white satin slippers,
which were so thin she could feel the stone floor's coldness as she walked. All in all, this only served to remind the
princess that she thoroughly detested royal life.
Leah was called away, and she made a hasty escape.
" No doubt father is working on a lecture on my tardiness." Oh, Marle could just imagine. " Princesses are punctual.
Princesses are pefect." She mimicked him. She slammed down her mirror a bit harder than necassary. " Well if that's the case
then I don't want to be a princess!" She declared, to no one in particullar.
And it was true. Marle would much rather be a simple peasant than have to deal with the complications of royal life.
A peasant was free to do as he pleases, as long as it's in the boundry of the law, wheras a princess...A princess couldn't
even do what she wanted in her own castle.
There was a soft knocking on the door. " Princess....Princess..."
" Come in already!" Marle snapped, a bit more harshly than intended. A servant entered and dropped a curtsy,
trembling. " Your father, his majesty, commands your prescence and demands to know why you have not arrived yet."
Marle snorted. " You may tell my father, the royal highnass that I, the reluctant Princess, am on my way."
The girl nodded and curtsied yet again, then whimpered and scampered away. She was no doubt fearfull of her lord's
temper.
Marle sighed and followed at a leisurely pace. As she passed the kitchen, she caught wiff of an apple pie, and her
stomach growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten this morning. After a second or so of contemplating the consequences, she
decided to dawdle some more.
The princess walked into the kitchen, greeting the serving maids as she passed. She finally saw Cook. He was
bellowing some orders, as usual.
Marle tapped him on the shoulder and he whirled around, ready to launch into a full verbal assault, but then he
realized exactly who it was and he bowed rather clumslily.
Marle laughed. " You should have seen the expression on your face!" She crowed.
Cook flushed. Then he said, " Did you like your porridge, this morning? I added in a few extra lumps of sugar." He
winked.
Marle saw Mary desperately trying to cath her eye. Marle nodded. " It was simply scrumptious!"
Cook smiled warmly. Despite his appearance of a hard man, he really was soft hearted on the inside, underneath all
that tough guy act.
Marle smiled in return. " But you know what smells even better?" She asked. Cook shook his head no. " Your simply
scrumptious apple pie!"
Cook nodded and left for a minute or so. Then he returned with a slice. Marle thanked him profously before taking a
huge bite. " Mmmmm...." She said, savoring the taste. Cook really was amazing, she decided. A small chunk of pie fell, and
landed on her white dress, staining it with a spot of red. Marle really couldn't care.
She was just about to ask for another helping when a soldier appeared and bowed swiftly before her. " His majesty has
sent me to find you." He said in a brisk tone that clearly said all business and no play.
Marle nodded. She knew when to fight and when to resist.
She followed the soldier to the throne room, attempting to make conversation, but to no avail. Eventually she just
walked, a sulky expression on her face.
The doors to the throne room opened, and Marle inwardly groaned. There was the chancellor, in all his frivulous
finery, and there were the foreign delegates, all dressed up like popinjays. Her father sat on his throne, and the look he
sent her showed her was obviously displeased. Marle shrugged it off.
She approached the throne and curstied before her father, but dared to keep her eyes on his at all times. " You have
sent for me, my lord?" She said, and made sure her tone was not at all humble. The delegates jerked slightly, as if startled
by her brusqueness. Marle inwardly smirked. By the time she was done, they would be frightened.
Her father said in a tired voice, " Yes, my daughter." He waved his a hand to indicate the representitives. " These
fine gentlemen have come with a marriage proposal."
Marle nodded and smiled the fakest smile you ever did see. " Pleased to make your aqqaintance." She said, in a tone
that told she was not at all pleased. She adjusted her skirts so that the stain would show.
The delegates bowed, rather nervously, and mumbled hellos.
Marle rounded on her father. " I really don't see why you have brought me here." She said, a hint of anger creeping
into her voice. " After all, I'm going to be wed even if I don't want to. My opinion is rather irrelevant then, don't you
think?"
The Chancellor puffed out his chest, as if to say something, probably chastise her for her boldness, but the king
silenced him. " I would think you would want a say in the matter, Princess Nadia."
Marle shrugged. " What does it matter? It's not as if I really have a say on the subject, now do I?" She said acidly.
Then she turned on her heel and marched out of the throne room, not even waiting to be excused.
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