Samus moaned in grief as she woke up the next morning. She didn't like it
in Altea. She missed her
non-existent homeland. She only wished that she could return. Return to
what? A tear streaked down her face as she thought about her family. "I
guess you never really realize how much you love someone until they're
gone."
She whispered the words softly to herself. She heard knocking on the door afterwards. She quickly jumped up from her bed. "Who is it?" she called.
"It's Peach." Was the answer.
Samus sighed. She had hoped to be alone. "Come in."
Peach slowly opened the door and walked in. Samus noticed that Zelda wasn't there and was glad for it. Peach was holding a dress in her arms. It was made of silk by the looks of it. It was a gorgeous shade of purple.
"I've brought you a dress, milady." She said quietly. "The prince requests that you wear it to dinner with him tonight."
"The prince wants me to come to dinner with him tonight?" I asked as I wiped the tears off my face. They had stopped falling my now.
"Have you been crying milady?" asked peach in a worried tone.
"Yes." Said Samus. "I miss my family. And don't call me milady!"
"What should I call you then?" asked Peach.
"Call me by name, Samus." She confirmed. "I don't like being looked upon in wariness either. I don't believe in slaves or servants. We don't have them where I come from."
"Oh." Said Peach.
"You can be my friend." Said Samus. She had hoped for a friend for a long time.
"Really, mi- I mean, Samus?" asked peach.
"Really." Confirmed Samus. "I've been wanting a friend for a long time."
"Me too." Said Peach. She walked over to Samus' bed and sat down next to her. She placed the dress in Samus' arms. "The prince also wants you to- accompany him in the receiving hall."
"Can I tell you something Peach? Something that you can't tell Marth?" asked Samus.
"Of course, err- Samus." Said Peach. She wasn't used to calling lords and ladies by their first names.
"Well," began Samus. "I don't think I like Marth too much. He's too, how should I put this.royal. I've always wanted an ordinary man."
"I can't say that I know how you fell." Said Peach. "You will learn to love Marth in time. He is what you call an ordinary boy at heart. Just give him time. He's only trying to show off to you. It's apparent that he likes you, maybe even loves you."
"That's just it." Said Samus. "I'm not ready for love."
"Give him time." Said peach. "Tell him how you feel."
"How?" asked Samus.
"You'll know when the time comes." Said Peach. "For now, put on this dress and meet him in the receiving hall. Do you want me to show you the way?"
"Yes." Said Samus. "I don't know my way around yet."
"Of course not." Said Peach. The two girls laughed with each other before Samus put on her dress.
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The receiving hall was boring. Peasant after peasant after peasant walked in to complain. Every once in awhile Samus would see a knight or a lord walk in, but nobody important. She mostly slouched in her chair and didn't care about what the people had to say. Occasionally they would ask for her name or tell her that she was lovely, but Samus didn't care.
Marth seemed to handle things marvelously. He seemed to fix everyone's problems. Some people only came to see him and then Marth would wave or bless them in a kingly manner. All of Altea's people looked up to their prince. He was the finest they had had in years. Despite his young age, he handled everything wisely. Roomers were already forming about Houne. Marth would become a legend in a matter of days.
After what seemed like hours, the torture of the receiving hall was over. Marth lead Samus down corridors and to his rooms. They were very large. Samus didn't see how he could sleep in such a large place. He led her to his bedroom and dismissed all of his slaves. Then her turned to Samus and notioned to a couch on the far side of the room. They walked over to it and sat down.
Marth turned to Samus and looked at her beautiful face. "Samus, what do you think about Altea, and me?"
"I think that you're both wonderful." She lied.
"Really?" asked Marth.
"Yeah." Said Samus as she looked down.
Marth scooted closer to her. He was making Samus uncomfortable. "is there anything wrong?" he asked.
"No." said Samus. "It's nothing."
With that Marth gently cupped her chin in his hands and guide her eyes to look into his. He moved as if he was going to kiss her, but Samus jerked away before he could. Marth sighed and dropped her chin. Samus abruptly got up.
"I want to return to my rooms now." She said bravely.
Marth frowned. "Very well." He called his servants in and they escorted her back.
~@~@~
Samus was happy to be alone again. She sat on her bed and began to think. She thought about her family, her home.and then she thought about Marth. She tried to shun the thought away, but it kept presenting itself to her. She wished that someone were here with her.
~@~@~
Marth paced in his rooms. Why had Samus acted that way? Did she not like him? Marth wasn't used to people not liking him. He walked to his door and called one of the servants. "Get Zelda for me." He said.
Minutes later, Zelda came to the door. "Yes Marth."
"Come in. I want to talk to you." Said Marth. Zelda obeyed and they sat down on a couch that was different than the one that him and Samus had sat on.
"What do you with to talk to me about?" she asked.
"Samus."
"Is there something wrong?" asked Zelda.
"She seems insecure and out of place. What should I do to welcome her to Altea?" Marth asked.
"Why, it's customary to welcome permanent guests with a royal ball." Suggested Zelda.
"Then a ball it is!" said Marth.
"She'll love it." Said Zelda. "And you'll get to dance with her."
"Of course." Said Marth. "You will begin setting it up tomorrow. Use bright colors and get a tailor for Samus right away! I want this to be perfect."
"Yes, Marth." Said Zelda. She bowed, then left the room to begin preparations.
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This chapter is somewhat short, but it's the best I can do. I got writer's block. Only you can get rid of it. REVIEW! If you don't, this fic will never get updated again!
By the way, I wrote some Golden Sun fics, so go review them! I wrote lemons!
She whispered the words softly to herself. She heard knocking on the door afterwards. She quickly jumped up from her bed. "Who is it?" she called.
"It's Peach." Was the answer.
Samus sighed. She had hoped to be alone. "Come in."
Peach slowly opened the door and walked in. Samus noticed that Zelda wasn't there and was glad for it. Peach was holding a dress in her arms. It was made of silk by the looks of it. It was a gorgeous shade of purple.
"I've brought you a dress, milady." She said quietly. "The prince requests that you wear it to dinner with him tonight."
"The prince wants me to come to dinner with him tonight?" I asked as I wiped the tears off my face. They had stopped falling my now.
"Have you been crying milady?" asked peach in a worried tone.
"Yes." Said Samus. "I miss my family. And don't call me milady!"
"What should I call you then?" asked Peach.
"Call me by name, Samus." She confirmed. "I don't like being looked upon in wariness either. I don't believe in slaves or servants. We don't have them where I come from."
"Oh." Said Peach.
"You can be my friend." Said Samus. She had hoped for a friend for a long time.
"Really, mi- I mean, Samus?" asked peach.
"Really." Confirmed Samus. "I've been wanting a friend for a long time."
"Me too." Said Peach. She walked over to Samus' bed and sat down next to her. She placed the dress in Samus' arms. "The prince also wants you to- accompany him in the receiving hall."
"Can I tell you something Peach? Something that you can't tell Marth?" asked Samus.
"Of course, err- Samus." Said Peach. She wasn't used to calling lords and ladies by their first names.
"Well," began Samus. "I don't think I like Marth too much. He's too, how should I put this.royal. I've always wanted an ordinary man."
"I can't say that I know how you fell." Said Peach. "You will learn to love Marth in time. He is what you call an ordinary boy at heart. Just give him time. He's only trying to show off to you. It's apparent that he likes you, maybe even loves you."
"That's just it." Said Samus. "I'm not ready for love."
"Give him time." Said peach. "Tell him how you feel."
"How?" asked Samus.
"You'll know when the time comes." Said Peach. "For now, put on this dress and meet him in the receiving hall. Do you want me to show you the way?"
"Yes." Said Samus. "I don't know my way around yet."
"Of course not." Said Peach. The two girls laughed with each other before Samus put on her dress.
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The receiving hall was boring. Peasant after peasant after peasant walked in to complain. Every once in awhile Samus would see a knight or a lord walk in, but nobody important. She mostly slouched in her chair and didn't care about what the people had to say. Occasionally they would ask for her name or tell her that she was lovely, but Samus didn't care.
Marth seemed to handle things marvelously. He seemed to fix everyone's problems. Some people only came to see him and then Marth would wave or bless them in a kingly manner. All of Altea's people looked up to their prince. He was the finest they had had in years. Despite his young age, he handled everything wisely. Roomers were already forming about Houne. Marth would become a legend in a matter of days.
After what seemed like hours, the torture of the receiving hall was over. Marth lead Samus down corridors and to his rooms. They were very large. Samus didn't see how he could sleep in such a large place. He led her to his bedroom and dismissed all of his slaves. Then her turned to Samus and notioned to a couch on the far side of the room. They walked over to it and sat down.
Marth turned to Samus and looked at her beautiful face. "Samus, what do you think about Altea, and me?"
"I think that you're both wonderful." She lied.
"Really?" asked Marth.
"Yeah." Said Samus as she looked down.
Marth scooted closer to her. He was making Samus uncomfortable. "is there anything wrong?" he asked.
"No." said Samus. "It's nothing."
With that Marth gently cupped her chin in his hands and guide her eyes to look into his. He moved as if he was going to kiss her, but Samus jerked away before he could. Marth sighed and dropped her chin. Samus abruptly got up.
"I want to return to my rooms now." She said bravely.
Marth frowned. "Very well." He called his servants in and they escorted her back.
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Samus was happy to be alone again. She sat on her bed and began to think. She thought about her family, her home.and then she thought about Marth. She tried to shun the thought away, but it kept presenting itself to her. She wished that someone were here with her.
~@~@~
Marth paced in his rooms. Why had Samus acted that way? Did she not like him? Marth wasn't used to people not liking him. He walked to his door and called one of the servants. "Get Zelda for me." He said.
Minutes later, Zelda came to the door. "Yes Marth."
"Come in. I want to talk to you." Said Marth. Zelda obeyed and they sat down on a couch that was different than the one that him and Samus had sat on.
"What do you with to talk to me about?" she asked.
"Samus."
"Is there something wrong?" asked Zelda.
"She seems insecure and out of place. What should I do to welcome her to Altea?" Marth asked.
"Why, it's customary to welcome permanent guests with a royal ball." Suggested Zelda.
"Then a ball it is!" said Marth.
"She'll love it." Said Zelda. "And you'll get to dance with her."
"Of course." Said Marth. "You will begin setting it up tomorrow. Use bright colors and get a tailor for Samus right away! I want this to be perfect."
"Yes, Marth." Said Zelda. She bowed, then left the room to begin preparations.
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This chapter is somewhat short, but it's the best I can do. I got writer's block. Only you can get rid of it. REVIEW! If you don't, this fic will never get updated again!
By the way, I wrote some Golden Sun fics, so go review them! I wrote lemons!