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Disclaimer: I'm not knowledgeable enough to even be able to think up a brilliant story such as Ella Enchanted. AngleKiss7 is though she didn't.

Chapter 1 The Meeting

Prince Jerrold of Kyrria was walking around the palace gardens on his 8th birthday after his small party with his parents. Jerrold didn't have many friends because he was a prince. He was thinking about tonight which was his 8 year old birthday ball or as he called it 8 year birthday ball of horror. It wasn't that he didn't like to dance, dancing was ok, but more that his parents and other people basically threw young girls at him. Some weren't even his age for crying at loud! He never got a chose to even go to them either.

While he was walking around a small lake which is in the gardens he bumped into something or one. A small girl about his age replied, "I'm sorry sir I did not see you. I was lost in my thoughts," she smiled sheepishly. "As usual."

"Same here. How old are you?" Jerrold asked the small girl who was blushing from running into someone.

"I'm eight. How old are you?"

"Same here. What's your name?" Jerrold was very interested in this girl. She was nice and she didn't know who he was. This was a great friend opportunity.

"Daria. What's your name?"

"Uh...Uh... Fred," he lied badly.

"Well Fred it was nice to meet you. Are you going to Prince Jerrold's Birthday party ball thingy?"

He hesitated a moment then answered, "I...yes."

"Cool then I'll have SOMEONE to talk to. Every year and ball I'm forced to be bored at!" she replied overly dramatically. She grinned widely to show that she was just joking at least a bit.

"I agree. Look I guess I should tell you something," he started nervously, "I...I got to go. I'll see you tonight I guess."

She looked confused for a minute but said, "Ok I'll see you later."

Jerrold started to run towards the castle. 'I wonder if he lives there,' she wondered to herself as she walked home. 'I've go a feeling he's not who he said he was.'

When she got home her mother immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her bed room to begin getting ready for the ball which was still 3 hours away. Her mother wanted her to look absolutely gorgeous while she just wanted "Fred" to recognize her.

"Mother, a little less makeup please!" she begged as her mother applied even more makeup. For goodness sake she was only 8! Her dress was a pale emerald which made her emerald eyes shine. It was beautiful. It wasn't low cut (A.N. She's only 8 I won't get to weird with this story). It's skirt had emeralds sown into it and puffed out in a cute way so that it swayed with you.

"Dear, you are a noble you can't go to a ball in no makeup," (A.N. her mother isn't anti pheasant or anything like that she just knows that it is unacceptable to wear no makeup to a royal ball.)

"But mother I won't him to recognize me at the ball!" she protested. "How will he recognize me looking like this?" she asked angrily pointing at her face.

"Oh, who's that?" her mother asked suddenly interested.

"My friend, Fred, or at least that's what he said his name is."

"I don't know any Fred's. When did you meet him?"

"This morning by the Palace I ran into him. Literally," she added silently giggling.

"Daria," her mother said exasperatedly, "you must watch where you are going."

"He was doing the same thing!" Daria pouted.

"Oh stop it you know that that always works on me," her mother fake pouted at her daughter who began to giggle.

(A.N. They were still doing makeup, but her mother was distracting her by talking to her so that she wouldn't fuss.)

"There your makeup is done." Her mother had applied light pink blush to her cheeks to make her look cute, yet sophisticated which was true for her. She could be smart, cute, just about anything except she tried not to be mean. Usually she succeeded, but if some little immature boy pushed her over the edge, watch out! Extremely light green eye shadow that could hardly be detected. To top it all off her mother had put a light layer of powder that made her look a bit darker.

That wouldn't be any makeup if she were about 15, but she was only 8. her mother tended to go overboard with makeup.

"Finally!" Daria jumped up and started to run out of the room until her mother caught her arm.

"Daria, we still have to do your hair."

She just stared at her mother, she had spent 2 hours doing her makeup (A.N. Really overboard with the makeup.) already!

"How do you want your hair dear?" she asked kindly. Daria just shrugged. "How about in a bun with some cascading down your back? With your beautiful brown hair it will look beautiful!" her mother exclaimed. Her mother tended to also go overboard with hair too.

After another half hour of pain from her mother pulling on her hair.

Meanwhile back at the palace... (A.N. starts right after he runs away.)

Jerrold continued his walk around the palace gardens for about another hour before heading inside.

"Jerrold where have you been!" his mother asked exasperatedly as her son came running in from outside.

He was used to running, so he didn't have to catch his breath, replied shrugging, "Out."

"Well you need to get ready for the ball tonight. Now go get ready!" his mother shooed him out to get dressed.

Five minutes later he came down in a black and white tuxedo (A.N. Real original I know). "Ok Jerrold I'll have Rebecca (A.N. I looked up servant on for servant so she should serve. LOL!!!) do your hair."

Jerrold sighed, Rebecca was his crazy old serving nurse that loved to "do" his hair. If you mean by do play with it for an hour then decide to do what she was supposed to do in the beginning. "Ok Mother."

An hour later Jerrold's hair was FINALLY finished. It actually only took about 10 minutes, but she liked messing with it. "Oh good, Jerrold, you're finished!" his mother examined him at an arm's length. "Yes very good. Now Guests are starting to arrive so go wait in the ball room for them." (A.N. I know it's about 45 minutes early, but it's the royals ball a prince is going to be there, people are bound to get there early.)

"Already! It's not supposed to start for another 45 minutes!" exclaimed Jerrold.

"Well they have, so shoo!" shooed the Queen (A.N. he he).

Jerrold walked grudgingly to the ball room expecting it to be a very long night.

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