A/N: Well, round two coming up! I can promise that my updates will be normal and that this challenge will be complete within the two month deadline because, quite frankly, its not the ten-to-fifteen page chapters that I put into my other stories! Anyway, entries three, four, AND five are written; I just have to get them typed and revised!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Obviously.

Note: Entry #2: News; Letter

Title: Lipstick

Entry #2: News; Letter – Lipstick

She drops her pearl bag unceremoniously onto the cherry wood desk, plopping heavily upon its embroidered chair. She quickly removes the tiara that had been pricking her scalp to death and tosses it onto her marriage bed, sighing softly. She wants to sleep, but she knows that should her current hair-do, which defied all laws of gravity, lack perfection, there would be hell to pay.

She flicks on the television for the sound, only to turn it off in annoyance. She has never been a huge fan of the news, and the fact that her new husband's face is plastered upon it doesn't help.

"Damn it…" she mutters to herself, leaning tiredly back into her chair.

"Your Highness?" a small voice calls from the door and a young girl, its owner, is beckoned forth by a small wave of the woman's hand.

"Speak." She replies simply, gazing blankly at the snow that has begun to blanket the gardens of her new palace.

"His Majesty you husband requests that you dine with him to discuss arrangements over both your honeymoon and kingship."

A pale cheek nods compliantly.

"Of course," is all the raven-haired woman can manage, and her eyes are glued upon a sickly sapling, bending to the will of gravity, stooping low as if bowing the ground in defeat.

The ebb and flow of silence falls over the pair and the young girl waits patiently to be allowed to continue.

"Well?" the newly anointed queen asks impatiently.

"There's a letter for you; it appears to be two days ol-"

"From whom?" the woman demands, flaming amethyst eyes finally turned in the girl's direction.

The girl pauses hesitantly, slightly startled by her mistress' sudden frenzied demeanor and gasps as a milky hand shoots out, claiming possession of her wrist.

"Who?" the woman demands childishly, voice laced with exhausted desperation.

"The High Court Marshall," the child manages to pant out, eyes full of unsure terror.

What had bloomed into full red lips upon her mistress' face withers back into coral ones, as did the hand mark upon the servant's arm. The newly married woman finds herself again marveling at the little tree, hung with heavy snow, sinking and bending against its will.

"Oh," she states simply, all emotion dissipating within its breath.

The girl stands expectantly to be dismissed.

"Could you do me a favor?" the young woman asks suddenly, fixated yet upon the tree.

The little girl nods silently.

"Go to the cellars, find the finest bottle of wine, and with this letter, and send it to this address." the young woman pleads, rummaging though her purse for a scrap of paper she swore would stay at the bottom of it months ago.

"Your Highness?" the little girl inquires tentatively.

"Yes?"

"Um, His Majesty, your husband, has forbidden unauthorized mail from the courtiers to the Shrina Building for protective measures."

The young woman's eyes sweep appraisingly over the girl a second time. A long and white index finger lands thoughtfully upon the desk, but soon her other hand flies to her bag. Unhooking its diamond clasp, she rifles through its contents and produces a purple lipstick tube.

Taking the letter back from the girl, the young woman wraps it gently around the inside cap of the tube and closes the container.

"He should recognize this" Yuffie replies while handing the tube back to the girl, "it always did rub off."

-End-

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated!