Princess
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By: Moon Dawntreader/Faye Valentine
Chapter One
She ran through the crowd, pushing aside random people almost violently. It was becoming harder to breath for her, the fear and sense of utter destruction around her affecting her physically. She held took a deep breath and kept running, tears streaming down her face. Oh God, oh God... please, let him be okay. Please... But her prayers stopped when she came to the spot where her father lay helplessly on the ground, waiting for the sweetness of death to free him. His eyes were distant, but he was still alive. She pushed two more people out of the way and crouched down at his side, smoothing the hair out of his face.
"Papa... Please," She began, but stopped, realizing that she had no idea what she was pleading with him for. The trickles of water out of her eyes turned to rivers and she felt sobs starting to shake her body with sadness...with rage. "Papa, don't leave me. I love you so much." She whispered. He couldn't talk, but the emotion in his eyes told her he truly wished he could grant her wish. He used all of strength to touch her arm in silent farewell. The young woman managed to control her sobs long enough to bend down and kiss his forehead softly.
The throng of people around her went silent the moment she felt her father take his last breath. She wasn't sure how she was doing it, but she slowly picked herself up and turned to her country's people and wiped her face quietly, "Mourn, soldiers of Chikyuu—your king is dead."
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Marron's mother was a very smart, knifing, and beautiful android. Her only vice was that she did what she did for her own political benefit and not always in the best interests of her own family. Marron had grown up knowing this fact and therefore, her mother had never been her favorite person. At that particular moment, Marron was sitting on her throne, watching Juuhachigou pace across the room.
"It's the only way, Marron," She finally stopped and looked her daughter in the eye. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "You'll do it, child, if you value the lives of every person on this planet, especially your friends." She blinked, no sign of emotion playing across her face, and continued to stare at Marron.
The Princess of Chikyuu looked very small sitting on the oversized glass throne. Her pale blond hair was long and wavy and it fell to the small of her back, where it was tied in a loose ponytail. She would have been so beautiful sitting there that day had there not been bags under her less-than-vibrant blue eyes. Marron remained silent, her gaze wandering away from her mother and to the balcony of the palace and the view outside, her thoughts drifting to her father. He was dead, and now she was left to her mother's devices...
"Marron! Are you even listening to me?" Juu walked up to the throne and slapped her daughter's face, "Get over it, child! He's not coming back. Now your worry is about our future, not his! And you will respond to me when I'm talking to you, is that clear?!"
But Marron simply stared at her and blinked a few times before speaking, "You don't think I know that? I was the one who watched him die. You were nowhere near the battlefield, as usual." She spat and rose from her seat. "You don't give a damn about peace, mother-so don't pretend that you do. I will go to him—to Freeza—but not for your sake. I do everything I do for my people, and no one else." She began to walk away from her mother, her boots clicking against the tile in the sudden silence that followed. But as she was pushing open the massive doors to leave, she could hear Juuhachigou's voice,
"Your people, Marron?" A small chuckle, "You're not queen yet, child. And at this rate I doubt you will be anytime soon. Just remember that."
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Marron walked into her room, closing the door quietly. She leaned up against the back of it for support as her body sagged. No one left to love... no one in the world. And now my own mother wants to give me as a whore to the leader of Tsiru-jin just so she will be able to remain in control of the planet. Oh she wants peace, but only so she can remain queen. Tears threatened to fall from the edges of her eyelids, but she forced them back. She unfastened her cloak and placed it on her bed, her movements slow and unthinking. Focus, Marron, focus! How would Papa deal with this kind of situation? But Marron couldn't come up with an answer...her father was dead, and that was all she thought about.
"No one left to love," She said to herself, and laid down on her bed, a sudden feeling of despair finally reaching into her heart as she realized what she had to do. I will give myself to him and hope for peace...and I will never be queen." Her eyes dry, she held onto a doll her father had given her as a child and let her body sink into the mold of the bed. Oh, Papa... why? Papa....
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A/N: Well? How was it? Please review and tell me what you thought, and ask any questions as well. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out because of demand for one of my other fics. So please tell me if you liked it and want me to continue.
