"This is quite unnecessary!", Lys shouted when the tailors came to make her a custom dress. She had wished Moufette never brought it up, that stupid Princes ball. Lys sighed unhappily after the tailors kept showing her different fabrics, colors and other stupid dress making ingredients they thought would flatter her figure. My figure? Do I even have one?' That made her self-conscience, Moufette had already met with the tailors, much to their dismay. She had them make the most ugly dress they'd ever hope to see. A hideous puce in color, Lys nearly puked thinking if it. "Please Miss! Hold still, I think...yes! Pierre, do you see it? That wonderful sage silk-and-lace gown would fit her quite well!" "Why, yes! It would make her look like the Queen of the Faeries! Miss Lys, you shall love this one!" They rummaged through their bags and lifted a beautiful sage gown out of one of the crummier bags. Lys felt her breath leave her, it was so unique and gorgeous, she had to have it.

After the tailors fitted it to her figure, exclaimed many times how she must be a faery in disguise, Lys took the dress. It's petticoat made of silk felt wonderful against her skin, she sighed happily looking at herself in the mirror. Lys wondered if she looked like her mother. She would one day, she felt it.

"Oh my! Lys!!" Her father exclaimed when she came down the stairway in her gown. Moufette looked like a bloated skunk demon in a orange gown. Cheval even complimented her, which seemed to make her float. Lys smiled slyly at Moufette who's sulkiness was overflowing. The carriage waited for them, the doorman seemed to be made of porcelain he was so still. Moufette insisted on being the first one in, some weird control issue she had. Lys said nothing to this, usually she would've cursed Moufette and called her a fatass' for her size. But the dress seemed to calm her wily tongue. "Humph, so, I must've thrown that dress aside when I was choosing my gown for the ball. Pity." "Yes, whatever you say Skunk-ette." "What did you call me?!" "Moufette silly, I said your name." Moufette's face reduced it's size and seemed to lessen it's red color. How she looked like a cherry and orange plate right there. Lys giggled happily when she imagined Moufette as a pig-skunk cherry and orange plate.

"Will this ball be any fun? Will it be just another attempt to make me marry?!", Prince Lui asked impatiently. His wavy blonde hair flew along the wind, his servant Philip seemed inanimate, "Father will really do anything to get me to marry some snotty princess who hates any kind of fun..." Lui was 15 and his full name was Ludwig. He only allowed Philip to call him Lui. "Prince Lui, you should consider marrying quite soon, unless you want your brother Wilhelm to take the crown." "I don't give a rat's ass about being King, it's nothing special, there are many other ones too you know. Philip frowned, the first carriages were coming, princesses seemed to be overflowing in them. Lui threw his uneaten apple at one of the carriages, causing the women inside to shriek in fear. He laughed bitterly at that, he hated all princesses and no way in Hell was he gonna marry one.

"Oh...look at the Grand Hall! Moufette....?" Lys looked around for her stepsister, but she was nowhere to be found. Probably stuffing her face with baby carrots and celery sticks. She sighed, she already knew this ball was a bust. Her dress attracted attention, or was it her? Her usually loose black hair was wrapped securely in a low french bun. She heard whispers of those walking past, one that stuck in her mind was, "My! I had no idea foreigners were invited. Look at her dark hair and light skin! She must be a romany." Lys knew what a romany was, a gypsy. They were outlawed in the Western and Southern provinces, so if she was one, she couldn't be arrested for being in the palace.

Lys soon noticed a blonde boy disturbing some of the waiters, his dress was fine, but his demeanor seemed like that of a street boy. He laughed rudely when a fat waiter tripped over his outstretched foot. Another boy, dark haired and stone faced, stood beside him whispering something in his ear. He must have said something truly remarkable about Lys, because the blonde boy looked at her and winked casually. Lys felt her face reddened, but she stuck her tongue out at him and laughed. That impressed him and he came over, the dark haired boy followed. "Well then, you're the first princess who didn't scoff at me! I'm Lui, and the golem by my side is Philip." Lys smiled politely at Philip, his stony face softened into a returned smile, "I'm Lys, daughter of the King of the Eastern provinces and so forth and so on." Lui smiled, "Wow, so you're no just a princess of a small amount of land, you got the whole eastern part of the country." "I don't have the whole eastern part, my father does, and when he dies, God forbid, my stepbrother will be king, then my stepsister, and if I'm still alive, me." Lui sighed, "That stinks." Lys grinned, her voice sounded childlike, but she didn't care, "I don't want to be Queen, the people are so fake! You're majesty, I think your farts are the least smelliest in the world!'" Lui laughed loudly, his blonde hair shook with him. Lys wondered who he really was, she also wondered what the Prince's name was. She knew one was named Wilhelm and he was quite the womanizer. "Oh, I really hope I don't have to dance with the Prince.," she said finally. Lui's eyes widened, "Wilhelm or Ludwig?" Lys blinked, "Neither is fine with me, I don't wanna marry a prince! I'd rather eat a rat's ass!" Philip couldn't help but laugh at that, such language used by a princess! The princess of the Eastern lands in fact! Maybe Prince Lui wouldn't mind marrying such a girl, Philip mused, he'd be more happier than marrying some fat cat. Lys giggled, "I made the golem laugh! I must be a powerful enchantress to break that spell!" "More like a powerful hag!" "Don't make me turn you into a frog!!" That remark made Lys, Lui, and Philip burst out in a fit of laughter. One of the King's servants came to Lui's side and said firmly, "Prince Ludwig, we need you to come to your father's quarters." Lys nearly fell over, "You're Prince Ludwig?!" Lui grimaced, "Yep, the one and only..."
Note from the Writer:
Hi! Oh, I'm so happy that the first two chapters of my story have been written, it took me quite alwhile to write this. I bet some of you are wondering what Cheval means and Moufette! Cheval is french for Horse and Moufette if french for Skunk! Fitting, isn't it? I hope you continue to read my little story ^_^

Love ya! Hase