Chapter 10
Zaine was beyond anger. How could his cousin do this to him? She was so, so full of herself. Why on earth would he want to go to a dinner to some family in another kingdom? He would once again have to put on his 'princely robes' and not be himself. He was never free at these little get- togethers. But, who was he to complain? All he was saying is, she should have at least asked him first.
He sighed as he stepped inside the carriage, following Antoinette's frilly dress. It was quite silly actually. Bright frilly lace, with pink bows. He could tell that she was trying to impress whoever they were going to meet.
"Why are you always sighing?" Antoinette smiled stupidly up at him. Her eyes were as blank as a centaur. Staring up at him, round as they were big.
"Because, I have nothing to look forward to. Unlike yourself, who makes even the most silliest occasions look like fun." Zaine's voice was filled with sarcasm, and he rolled his eyes as Antoinette still smiled at him.
"Why thank you your highness, I do try!" Antoinette looked disgustedly pleased with herself as the carriage whip cracked, and the horses galloped their way out of the castle's gate.
Misty laughed at herself. She had been in the most magical mood ever since the ball. She was dancing in the hallways again, only this time she was twirling and singing, and she also happened to be carrying a large basket of wet laundry.
She had tripped on a lose stone on the floor, and had fallen, singing all the way down. She laughed as all the laundry fell on her, realizing she'd have to wash all of them again. But she didn't care. It was fun to make up stories, and sing while she washed.
She picked up the laundry, humming while she folded them carefully, as she laid them back in her basket.
"You seem very happy today." Misty jumped at the sound of Sophie's voice; it was as if she had come out of nowhere.
Misty rolled her eyes, and turned around, her face now holding a frown compared to the brilliant smile she had had on before.
"Well, I make a point to try and not be depressed all the time." Misty brushed beside Sophie, walking towards the lake, to re-wash all of the clothes. She sighed when she realized that Sophie was following her.
"Do you have to follow me? I'm doing chores." Misty was annoyed. She didn't like being bothered by people she didn't like. Especially by people she didn't like.
"I only follow you because I've got nothing better to do." Sophie smiled as she shrugged her shoulders. She loved making Misty annoyed.
"You make that quite obvious." Misty said, as she arrived at the little stream she had on her property.
"Tell me a story." Sophie said, her smile now twice as big as it was before. She sat down on a rock, making sure that Misty knew she wasn't leaving.
Misty slammed the laundry basket down on the ground, and grabbed the first piece of clothing on top. The worst thing she could have done, the only thing she could have done that day, to get Misty angry was issue an order. She hadn't had an order since the ball.
"Once upon a time," Misty started through gritted teeth, "There was a beautiful princess who was torn away from her kingdom by her evil stepfather."
"Oooh, I love these kind of stories." Sophie clapped her hands together, stupidly, grinning with her big teeth showing.
"She became a pheasant, and worked hard to pay for her food, clothes, and everything she needed."
"Ooh...how horrible." Sophie said, now frowning.
"Yes, she had to work very hard. Anyway, one day, on her way to work, she ran into a very big carriage while walking, and fell. The people inside of the carriage got out, and reached down to help her."
"Who was it?? Who got out of the carriage? Misty, who?" Sophie said, eagerly.
"If you would stop interrupting and being so stupid maybe I could continue!" Misty rose her eyebrow at Sophie, and Sophie stopped talking, biting her lip so she wouldn't talk.
"The king and queen of a beautiful kingdom, where people are always nice, and everything is wonderful, stepped out of the carriage. The king helped the girl up, and insisted that he help her in some way. The girl stepped back, afraid of the king, but was glad that he wanted to help her. The king as well as the queen insisted that she stay at their enchanted castle. She agreed, very grateful." Misty heard Sophie snort, but she continued on.
"She stayed, and became beautiful in the enchanted castle. She felt free. She didn't have to work hard at all. And, then the most wonderful thing happened." Misty wrung out the piece of clothing she was washing, and didn't say anything.
"And...? What else?" Sophie said, leaning forward on her rock. She was so big, and the rock was so small, Misty could tell she was going fall any second now.
"She met the charming prince. And, t-they fell in love." Misty looked up from her washing. Her fingers were all prickly, and she stared down at them. She was distracted now.
"Is that all? That always happens." Sophie rolled her eyes.
Misty turned around to look at Sophie.
"Yes...but not like this. This was a magical love. Everyday, the two lovers were together, counting the stars, flying across fields covered in daisies, laughing, climbing trees." Misty's face was now completely distant. And then she frowned.
"Wow." Sophie looked bored.
"And then... an evil sorceress got jealous of the girl. And she cast a curse on her." Misty looked straight into Sophie's eyes.
"What kind of curse?" Sophie asked, now interested.
"The girl knew she had to leave, so she did. She went back to her old life, and once again she was trapped in a cage." Misty said, turning back to her laundry, ignoring Sophie's question.
"That's it? What happened to the prince, and the girl? Did she break out of the curse?" Sophie slid off her rock, and hit the ground hard. She quickly got back up, rubbing her behind.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Misty shrugged, not looking at Sophie.
"You tell weird stories Misty." Sophie said, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head.
"Thank you, now I'd appreciate if you would leave me alone, I've got to finish washing these." Misty turned back to her clothes, and dipped her hands into the cold water and began scrubbing.
"You know Misty, you don't always have to be so uptight." Sophie said, taking a step closer towards Misty.
Misty could tell by her voice that she knew something Misty didn't. So she turned around and looked at Misty confused.
Sophie giggled.
"You may want to clean your clothes as well, and do something with your greasy hair." Sophie said, still smiling.
"What are you talking about?" Misty asked, rubbing her hands over her hair that she had tucked under a handkerchief. She hadn't had time to wash in days.
"Prince charming's coming." And with that last sentence, Sophie giggled, and walked away from Misty, returning to the castle.
The prince is coming? Misty's heart suddenly beat faster, as she stared at the back of Sophie.
The prince is coming.
uthors note: Sorry, I hope this chapter's okay. I suddenly feel like a really bad writer. I don't know why. I went back and read my other chapters, and I feel like this story isn't very good. Compared to some I've read, mine kinda stinks. Incase you haven't noticed, I don't feel very confident about this story anymore. I could use some encouragement. (sorry if I sound like I'm asking you to pity me. I'm not; I just don't like my story anymore.) I'll try to update soon. :Firepixie0071:
Zaine was beyond anger. How could his cousin do this to him? She was so, so full of herself. Why on earth would he want to go to a dinner to some family in another kingdom? He would once again have to put on his 'princely robes' and not be himself. He was never free at these little get- togethers. But, who was he to complain? All he was saying is, she should have at least asked him first.
He sighed as he stepped inside the carriage, following Antoinette's frilly dress. It was quite silly actually. Bright frilly lace, with pink bows. He could tell that she was trying to impress whoever they were going to meet.
"Why are you always sighing?" Antoinette smiled stupidly up at him. Her eyes were as blank as a centaur. Staring up at him, round as they were big.
"Because, I have nothing to look forward to. Unlike yourself, who makes even the most silliest occasions look like fun." Zaine's voice was filled with sarcasm, and he rolled his eyes as Antoinette still smiled at him.
"Why thank you your highness, I do try!" Antoinette looked disgustedly pleased with herself as the carriage whip cracked, and the horses galloped their way out of the castle's gate.
Misty laughed at herself. She had been in the most magical mood ever since the ball. She was dancing in the hallways again, only this time she was twirling and singing, and she also happened to be carrying a large basket of wet laundry.
She had tripped on a lose stone on the floor, and had fallen, singing all the way down. She laughed as all the laundry fell on her, realizing she'd have to wash all of them again. But she didn't care. It was fun to make up stories, and sing while she washed.
She picked up the laundry, humming while she folded them carefully, as she laid them back in her basket.
"You seem very happy today." Misty jumped at the sound of Sophie's voice; it was as if she had come out of nowhere.
Misty rolled her eyes, and turned around, her face now holding a frown compared to the brilliant smile she had had on before.
"Well, I make a point to try and not be depressed all the time." Misty brushed beside Sophie, walking towards the lake, to re-wash all of the clothes. She sighed when she realized that Sophie was following her.
"Do you have to follow me? I'm doing chores." Misty was annoyed. She didn't like being bothered by people she didn't like. Especially by people she didn't like.
"I only follow you because I've got nothing better to do." Sophie smiled as she shrugged her shoulders. She loved making Misty annoyed.
"You make that quite obvious." Misty said, as she arrived at the little stream she had on her property.
"Tell me a story." Sophie said, her smile now twice as big as it was before. She sat down on a rock, making sure that Misty knew she wasn't leaving.
Misty slammed the laundry basket down on the ground, and grabbed the first piece of clothing on top. The worst thing she could have done, the only thing she could have done that day, to get Misty angry was issue an order. She hadn't had an order since the ball.
"Once upon a time," Misty started through gritted teeth, "There was a beautiful princess who was torn away from her kingdom by her evil stepfather."
"Oooh, I love these kind of stories." Sophie clapped her hands together, stupidly, grinning with her big teeth showing.
"She became a pheasant, and worked hard to pay for her food, clothes, and everything she needed."
"Ooh...how horrible." Sophie said, now frowning.
"Yes, she had to work very hard. Anyway, one day, on her way to work, she ran into a very big carriage while walking, and fell. The people inside of the carriage got out, and reached down to help her."
"Who was it?? Who got out of the carriage? Misty, who?" Sophie said, eagerly.
"If you would stop interrupting and being so stupid maybe I could continue!" Misty rose her eyebrow at Sophie, and Sophie stopped talking, biting her lip so she wouldn't talk.
"The king and queen of a beautiful kingdom, where people are always nice, and everything is wonderful, stepped out of the carriage. The king helped the girl up, and insisted that he help her in some way. The girl stepped back, afraid of the king, but was glad that he wanted to help her. The king as well as the queen insisted that she stay at their enchanted castle. She agreed, very grateful." Misty heard Sophie snort, but she continued on.
"She stayed, and became beautiful in the enchanted castle. She felt free. She didn't have to work hard at all. And, then the most wonderful thing happened." Misty wrung out the piece of clothing she was washing, and didn't say anything.
"And...? What else?" Sophie said, leaning forward on her rock. She was so big, and the rock was so small, Misty could tell she was going fall any second now.
"She met the charming prince. And, t-they fell in love." Misty looked up from her washing. Her fingers were all prickly, and she stared down at them. She was distracted now.
"Is that all? That always happens." Sophie rolled her eyes.
Misty turned around to look at Sophie.
"Yes...but not like this. This was a magical love. Everyday, the two lovers were together, counting the stars, flying across fields covered in daisies, laughing, climbing trees." Misty's face was now completely distant. And then she frowned.
"Wow." Sophie looked bored.
"And then... an evil sorceress got jealous of the girl. And she cast a curse on her." Misty looked straight into Sophie's eyes.
"What kind of curse?" Sophie asked, now interested.
"The girl knew she had to leave, so she did. She went back to her old life, and once again she was trapped in a cage." Misty said, turning back to her laundry, ignoring Sophie's question.
"That's it? What happened to the prince, and the girl? Did she break out of the curse?" Sophie slid off her rock, and hit the ground hard. She quickly got back up, rubbing her behind.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Misty shrugged, not looking at Sophie.
"You tell weird stories Misty." Sophie said, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head.
"Thank you, now I'd appreciate if you would leave me alone, I've got to finish washing these." Misty turned back to her clothes, and dipped her hands into the cold water and began scrubbing.
"You know Misty, you don't always have to be so uptight." Sophie said, taking a step closer towards Misty.
Misty could tell by her voice that she knew something Misty didn't. So she turned around and looked at Misty confused.
Sophie giggled.
"You may want to clean your clothes as well, and do something with your greasy hair." Sophie said, still smiling.
"What are you talking about?" Misty asked, rubbing her hands over her hair that she had tucked under a handkerchief. She hadn't had time to wash in days.
"Prince charming's coming." And with that last sentence, Sophie giggled, and walked away from Misty, returning to the castle.
The prince is coming? Misty's heart suddenly beat faster, as she stared at the back of Sophie.
The prince is coming.
uthors note: Sorry, I hope this chapter's okay. I suddenly feel like a really bad writer. I don't know why. I went back and read my other chapters, and I feel like this story isn't very good. Compared to some I've read, mine kinda stinks. Incase you haven't noticed, I don't feel very confident about this story anymore. I could use some encouragement. (sorry if I sound like I'm asking you to pity me. I'm not; I just don't like my story anymore.) I'll try to update soon. :Firepixie0071: