Minor spoilers for "Guiltrip" ahead!
Rose Lavillant / Princess Fragrance
It was a rainy morning at the Trocadéro Gardens.
"Heeeeeelp!" Baker girl Marinette Dupain-Cheng ran away from Stormy Weather, who was following her like a storm chaser in a hurricane.
Unfortunately, she found her escape route blocked by Lady Wifi, who wasted no time pausing her.
The two villainesses shook hands, confident that their idea to work together was a good one.
But they won't be doing their victory dance just yet.
Super Nathan landed at the gardens, drawing handcuffs on Stormy Weather.
Using his lasso tool power, he wrestled the phone from Lady Wifi, then simply deleted the digital spell.
The freed Marinette immediately ran to the superhero with open arms. "Oh, Super Nathan, you're my hero!"
"It was nothing."
Marinette hugged him. "I love you!"
He hugged back. "I love you too, Marinette!"
He stepped back and drew a carriage pulled by two white horses. Like a gentleman, he motioned Marinette inside, then sat at the driver's seat. "To the bakery, princess?"
As they trotted away, Nadja Chamack spoke to the camera. "Welcome. Super Nathan has just saved Paris. Villains Stormy Weather and Lady Wifi have shown up yet again, threatening to kidnap collègienne Marinette Dupain-Cheng for reasons unknown."
Later that day, Teacher Mendeleiev began a chemistry lesson. "Combustion is a high-temperature exothermic redox chemical reaction between a fuel and an oxidant, usually atmospheric oxygen..."
Most of her students were alert, taking notes, but Rose Lavillant was an exception.
The young girl was focused on a news report by Nadja, playing inconspicuously on her phone. "Today, Prince Ali, heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Achu, will do the honors during his official Paris visit by hosting a toy fundraiser for the sick children at the Paris City Children's Hospital!"
She was more than touched. Her best friend, Juleka Couffaine, handed her tissue after tissue as her eyes cried waterfalls. "He's just so gorgeous, and with a heart of gold! I'm gonna write him a letter professing my complete adoration and utmost respect!"
She silently produced a pen and a pink piece of art paper. She thought long and hard about the words she wanted the Prince to read.
"Your Highness:
My name is Rose Lavillant. I am thirteen years old, and I live in the seventeenth arrondisement of Paris, France. You may not know me, but I've adored you ever since I came to know of you. As a young teenager diagnosed with chronic cancer, I am extremely honored that someone my age uses his resources, however he may have gained them, not to fufill his own whims and desires, but to help the less fortunate live better lives. Although I may not be able to support you financially, I hope that my emotional support will enable you to go on with your noble quest for much longer.
With utmost love and respect, Rose Lavillant."
After signing it, she scrawled a postscript in a tiny, almost unnoticeable font. "PS: Can I be your princess someday?"
She then sprayed it with a few whiffs of her prized perfume, which her mother bought for thousands of Euros when she was very young.
Unfortunately, Chloé noticed it, and needless to say, she hated it. "I thought someone packed a tunafish sandwich, but it turns out it's Rose's perfume."
To make matters worse, Ms. Mendeleiev noticed it too. "Thank you, Rose," she said, sarcastically. "But I don't think our classroom needs extra refreshing." Much to Rose's surprise, Ms. Mendeleiev grabbed her things. "Furthermore, using your smartphone during class hours is strictly forbidden. Take the rest of your things and go to the principal's office."
She did as asked, uncharacteristically sad.
Ms. Mendeleiev then went back to her desk. "Watch what happens when you play about with flammable substances in a chemistry lab." She sprayed some perfume into a beaker, then turned it upside down over a Bunsen burner. Turning it on, she created a small explosion.
"Just to make sure you all remember that," the teacher warned, "I'll be quizzing you tomorrow on lab safety. Again!"
Rose exited the collège at lunch break.
As she headed down the steps, she heard Chloé and Sabrina talking.
"Sabrina, what's Prince Ali doing again?," asked Chloé.
"A toy drive at the Children's Hospital."
Rose butted in. "Did you say 'Prince Ali'?"
"Not to you," Chloé retorted.
"Prince Ali's staying at Chloé's dad's hotel," informed Sabrina.
"The only hotel fit for a Prince," Chloé added, "And I'm going to be the first one to meet him. Isn't he lucky?"
"Oh, please, could you give him a special letter for me?", asked Rose.
Chloé took the letter. "No prob."
"Oh, that is so amazingly sweet of you to do!"
Chloé's excited smile turned to one of mockery as she laughed maniacally. "You thought I was serious? You think I wanna get anywhere near this fish junk?!"
With that, she tore the letter into pieces.
Rose cried more than she'd ever cried in her life. She ran away, head drooped, as Chloé boarded her limousine, showing no remorse.
Rose found solace on a bench overlooking the Seine.
Fighting back her tears, she wrote another letter, making sure everything was exactly the same as the first.
Momentarily forgetting her perfume was missing, she attempted to spray it. But much to her surprise, there was a perfume bottle on the bench. And it had a note.
"To anyone who finds this: this perfume is your secret weapon. No one will be able to resist it, especially Prince Ali."
A crazed smirk formed on Rose's face. "I'm coming, my Prince!"
Rose showed up at the entrance of the Hôtel Le Grand Paris, wearing a princess dress she found discarded on the street.
"I've come to see Prince Ali," she said.
"Do you have an appointment with the Prince?", asked the doorman.
"No need. I'm Princess Fragrance. His Princess!"
"And I'm a monkey's uncle. Listen, kid, I-"
"That's no way to speak to a Princess!"
She sprayed the doorman with her perfume. Suddenly, his stoic demeanor changed to that of a loyal servant.
"At your service, Princess Fragrance," he sang, immediately letting her into the hotel.
"Thousand times better. Now where's my wonderful Prince Charming? I can't keep him waiting."
At the restaurant on the fourth floor, Prince Ali had a meeting with several influential figures.
"Your Highness, in honor of your prescence here in Paris, I've taken it upon myself to organize a lavish fireworks display for you," said Mayor Bourgeois. "It will be launched from a barge on the River Seine at exactly 6:00 PM sharp."
"Thank you," replied the Prince. "Or how do we say that in your language? Totally awesome!"
His chaperone was less than excited. "We have to see if it fits with the Prince's busy schedule. We have very little time for festivities. His Highness has many responsibilities."
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat.
"Ah!" André exclaimed. "Prince Ali, allow me to introduce you to my own princess, Chloé."
"Hi, Chloé," the Prince introduced. "I am His Highness Prince Ali of the Kingdom of Achu."
"Hiiiiiii!" Chloé ran at him, fangirling.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you have anything else to say?"
"You must be very lucky, my Prince, because the first Parisian you've ever met was me!"
He could only grin in embarassment, knowing that that was a blatant lie.
Soon, the press, led by Nadja Chamack, approached the Prince.
"Prince Ali," she asked, "do you have anything to say about your official Parisian visit?"
"I- I'm very happy to be here."
"Prince Ali, where is... that- that smell coming from?! Like rotten fish?!"
Everyone in the room turned in Chloé's direction.
"What? That's not me!", she claimed. But a sniff of her signature canary yellow bolero instantly proved otherwise. "It... it is me! Ew!" Soon the mysterious stench hit everyone in the restaurant, including the paparazzi that have somehow found a way in.
The crowd sang a familiar refrain - "At your service, Princess Fragrance!" - as said villain walked up to the camera.
The Prince was frightened. "Who- who are you?"
"I'm Princess Fragrance and I've come just for you! In just a spritz you'll be mine, Prince Ali!"
Nathaniel was in his room, redrawing old concepts on his tablet when he saw Princess Fragrance make her attack on his laptop.
"Looks like this study would have to wait, Sketch. Art on!"
André led Chloé, Prince Ali and his chaperone down the emergency stairwell. "Quickly, Prince, this way!"
The party found shelter in a vacant room two floors below. "We'll be safe in here," claimed André. "The doors are reinforced."
"So much chaos!", the Prince's chaperone complained. "How is anyone supposed to stick to a schedule around here?"
Suddenly, Chloé noticed pink fog coming from under the door. "What is that?"
André pulled everyone away. "Get back!"
Just as expected, Princess Fragrance burst into the room. "My prince, my prince, smell the fragrance of my eternal love!" She blasted him with her perfume, only to find her magic fog mysteriously disappearing.
She turned around to see Super Nathan, sucking away the perfume with the wireless vacuum cleaner he drew. "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter, Princess," he replied.
Using her perfume bottle like a rocket, she leapt at the vacuum, turning it off. "Looks like you're powerless now, superhero!"
"Oh no, there are two of them now!", exclaimed André. "Run!"
The Mayor led his guests back to the stairwell, holding the door open for everyone. Unfortunately, he was soon hit by the Princess' perfume.
"Get them!", she ordered.
"At your service, Princess Fragrance!"
Super Nathan climbed out of the service elevator into the kitchen. He could see André's guests watching the stairs.
"He's under the spell!" Chloé exclaimed. She ordered her butler, Jean whatever-his-last-name-is, to "shut the door!"
The chaperone was appalled. "But that's your father!"
"Who cares? Shut it now!"
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Jean barricaded the door with a broom, trapping André.
Princess Fragrance exited the elevator, surrounded by an ever-changing mass of perfume. She made her way towards Prince Ali. "Come into my arms, my sweet Prince!"
Super Nathan blocked her. "Pee-ew! Can we get a little fresh air in here?"
"No one will take my Prince away!" She aimed her perfume at Nathan, but he used his move tool power to throw her into the kitchen.
He then drew an emergency slide leading out the window. "Emergency evacuation! Everybody down!"
"It's much too dangerous for the prince!", complained his chaperone.
"You're right," replied Super Nathan. He drew safety helmets for the Prince and his chaperone. "Safety first!"
He slid down the slide first, quickly followed by Chloé, Prince Ali, and his chaperone.
Princess Fragrance then looked out the window, only to see a car drive away. "My prince!"
With that, she blasted away with her bottle.
The royal car sped away from the hotel as fast as the law would allow.
Even though Princess Fragrance was miles away by now, it still smelled like rotten fish.
"Can we open the windows?", asked Super Nathan. "This fish smell is even worse than years-old acrylic paint!"
The chaperone opened all the windows. Both Nathan and the Prince were relieved by the breath of fresh air.
"We have precisely nine minutes to get to the hospital," reported the chaperone. "The Prince is on a very strict schedule."
"What?", exclaimed Nathan. "No way we can go to the hospital now! We have to get Prince Ali out of Paris ASAP!"
Suddenly, there was a thud on the roof.
Nathan and the Prince looked up to see Princess Fragrance staring through the sunroof. "My Prince! Fancy seeing you here. What a stroke of luck!"
"The windows!", cried Nathan.
The chaperone closed all the windows, but their electric motors weren't fast enough to prevent Princess Fragrance from jamming the sunroof with her bottle. Thankfully, Nathan was able to draw a clothespin on his nose before the car filled with perfume.
"My prince," offered the Princess, "I'll take you to the Pont des Arts, and there, we'll seal our love!"
At the Pont des Arts, Princess Fragrance had a mock wedding ceremony.
André walked her down the aisle to Prince Ali, who was waiting for her with open arms.
"I can't wait for us to be together, forever!", exclaimed the Princess as she held the Prince's hands. "Servants, love padlock, please."
"At your service, Princess Fragrance!" The Prince's chaperone handed her a box containing a padlock.
"This will lock our love forever, my Prince!"
Suddenly, a lasso grabbed the lock and threw it in the river.
"My padlock!" Princess Fragrance turned in the lasso's direction, only to see Super Nathan perched atop a lamp post.
"Not so fast, my royal pains in the neck!", he retorted.
"You! You are ruining everything! So now I'll ruin you!" She aimed her bottle at Nathan, only for him to draw a rubber balloon over it.
"Actually, you're the one ruining everything," he replied. "I have only one question: why?"
"Haven't you noticed? I wanna marry Prince Ali, be his Princess and live happily ever after!"
"You know you can't do it like that, right Rose?"
Realization seemed to hit her. "What do you mean?"
"Achu is a kingdom, which means only the royal family's children can be princes and princesses. Prince Ali is an only child, which means only he gets to be the Prince."
An angry glare started to form on her face.
"But there is an exception," continued Nathan, "I'll let the Prince explain it himself."
He snapped his finger in front of the Prince, making an undo symbol appear. Immediately, the Prince snapped out of his trance.
"So, Prince Ali," asked Nathan, "how can an outsider become a member of the Achu royal family?"
"It's actually a very complicated ritual," explained the Prince. "It costs tens of thousands of euros and often takes years. Are you sure you would like to do it?"
"I'd gladly pay any price to be with you forever, my Prince," replied the Princess.
"Good. First, we'll apply for your Achuan citizenship, which you can only attain by passing a test on our history, constitution and government. Then you will begin an intensive naturalization program at our Royal Palace. It usually takes up to ten years, but it depends on how fast you learn. If you meet the Royal Family's expectations, then it is possible for you to marry me."
Rose pocketed her perfume bottle and hugged the Prince. "Thank you so much, my Prince!"
A few days later, Nathaniel was sketching as he watched the news.
"Today, Prince Ali leaves Paris for his home Kingdom of Achu," reported Nadja, standing in front of a private jet. "This time, he's got company: Parisian collègienne Rose Lavillant, who will be training to become a princess!"
Just before Rose boarded, a courier handed her a letter.
"Rose,
Or should I say, "Your Highness"? Good luck with your training! I'm glad you'll soon be able to follow your dreams. If you ever return to Paris, you could play Heroes and Villains with me, Stormy Weather, and Lady Wifi. Have fun!
Signed, Super Nathan."
