WARNING: This chapter contains a lot of back and forth stuff. So pay attention to lines, people!
Hey there everyone. Yes, I'm back! After a long time of patent waiting I am back. But I promise that it was worth it. During this time I looked over all of the submissions that I received. And all I gotta say about that is HOLY SMOKES! I didn't actually expect the amount I did get, so thanks so much for all of the input. I've gotta say, I haven't laughed that hard in a while. Some of the Princes created were just… wow. No words can describe how perfectly Disney they were. So annoying, so sing-songy, so…. Disney! And then I got some that just blew my friggen mind. Let me tell you, you people should all work for Disney.
This is where it got sad for me too. I spent so much time laughing and enjoying the submissions that when it came down to choosing just ten, and not only that but also the top three… it was very VERY VERY difficult. All of them were amazing and, I'm sure you've heard this cliché line before, you are all winners. If you did win, here are some cookies. If you didn't, here are some cookies and a promise of future OC contests that you can try for again.
I figure that you don't want to read any more of my babbling, so I'll just go ahead and announce the winners of the OC contest.
First, here are all ten people whose characters made it in.
1) Lord Johnathan Von Chuffingtom submitted by Phantom of the Common Room
2) Sir Anthony (No Last Name) submitted by Raha
3) Reginald Killington submitted by your name here
4) Prince Reginald Fitzgerald the Fourth submitted by Rainlily216
5) Percival van Siegfried submitted by Knight of Renaissance Light
6) Prince Calvin submitted by ShearViscosity
7) Prince Alexander of the Lilies submitted by sssweetie
8) Theophrastus Bombastus submitted by mysteryreviewer
9) Marcus of Perfectia submitted by princess of the negaverse
10) Rodney of Happy Hills submitted by pres1111
Announcer: WOW! YAY! 10, count 'em 10 princes, all ready to go. Now here's the big moment. The top three.
Drum roll please!
In THIRD PLACE
[Drum roll sound effect!]
Sir Anthony (No Last Name)!
Please, wont Raha come up here and say a few words! Wow! How must it feel to be a part of the annoying section of Disney?
In SECOND PLACE
Percival van Siegfried!
Please come up and accept this generous award! (Announcer holds up an Internet cookie). Now, how do you feel about coming in second with one of the strangest princes of all time. And where was your inspiration to have a Prince with multiple personalities in which one of them is a crotchety old man?
AND NOW! IN FIRST PLACE! THE ONE WHO WILL BE FEATURED THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRETY OF THE STORY AS THE MOST ANNOYING MAN TO EVER GRACE THIS DEAR PLANET… THE ONE AND ONLY…
PRINCE CALVIN!
Please come up here and accept your gold pleated flying nyan cat! (Audience applauds). Now, I think we all want to know how you created such an amazing and entertaining Prince! And how you not only made him freakishly annoying, but kinda creepy too. Please tell us!
(More applause!)
Well that is it for the oc contest. I am so happy with the results! REALLY! It was so much fun to read and extremely hard to decide on.
Okay, now onto comment answers (I did get more comments on other chappies) and then onto the actual chapter!
MysteryGirl: I think that this was you (it said MG!). I'm gonna go ahead and review ALL your reviews here, since there weren't that many over this span of time. Really do appreciate the reviews though! I love a good review! It just adds some good times to my day! Anyway, yeah, Mickey will see the good in anyone, wont he? I've been watching House of Mouse forever and that's a key thing that I noticed. Weird, right? Cuz, yunno, villains aren't called villains for being nice all the time. Naïve? In my opinion, Pinocchio was a moron! LOL, I'm a critic though. I just remember thinking that, even at that age, I would never have gone with some guy who had the Foul literally in his name. Regarding falling for a guy. Yeah, it helps when the guy understands. That is a very big thing about relationships. Yes, I actually do plan on her going around all the worlds. Definitely in this story. However if I do a sequel then it will be a huge part of that! So no worries! Thanks for all your reviews and please please review with any more ideas you have!
Silver: Yes, Melody will be in this sequel. I have to kind of agree with you on that. Yes, she isn't annoying, per say. Was she the brightest bulb in the box? Well…No… But don't get upset! I actually plan on using this in the story and I think you'll like how it turns out! I am going to show her good side, no worries. And yes, she is the only princess without a guy. And they made this whole "guy situation" soooo perfect. I've never been one for Disney sequels. But I liked this one for ONE scene. And that was the scene with Melody and the boy. The romance was absolutely PERFECT! Being twelve she hardly knows what romance is. But whatever it is, she likes it. Perfect and simple with nothing more added. LOVED IT! Thanks so much for your review! And if you want to see any other people who aren't in here then please don't hesitate to review and speak up. Chances are, a lot of people from sequels will be forgotten by moi. But, again, I didn't really pay much attention to sequels. I kinda treated them like broken glass and tiptoed around them. So if you see anyone from a sequel PLEASE tell me! I'd love to include them! THANK YOU!
Anon: LOL, it had to be done! Yeah, I didn't watch it either. Interestingly enough though, did you know that in Disney's defense, they really had nothing to do with all these new horrible movies and shows? IT"S TRUE! There are so many sections of Disney. The one that we all know and love does the movies. The true Disney movies. The Disney sequels aren't even handled by the main Disney. Nope nope nope! Disney Channels, a whole other portion of this enterprise, has to get permission from Disney first! And then there's the Disney channel, again just another portion. So whether its Victorious or Vampires, they can both lay in the sun and burn! DISNEY LIVES ON AND MAKES US PROUD! LOL! Thanks for your review. And yes, your request of a beverage in Gaston's face is being pended and accepted. In due time your dreams will come true.
Okay, now its time for the chapter!
"WHAT!" Lillie ducked as a blue flame rushed across the room. "WHAT'DYA MEAN SHE'S OUR BOSS!"
"Just that." Mickey dusted soot off his head. "She's going to be the boss here for a while. Boss and a casual observer."
"Dat liddle annoyance?" Captain Hook said through the nose strip.
The tall man that Lillie had only glanced at during their first confrontation stalked up to her, an angry glower on his face. "''Oo do you think ya are, anyway?" He had a harsh cockney accent that took her off guard for a moment. "Struttin' in 'ere all 'igh an' mighty and decidin' ta be the boss?"
"Whoa there, buddy!" Lillie raised her hands in surrender. "I'm in the same ball field as you right now." Turning to Mickey she put her hands on her pips. "Can I speak with you outside? Alone?"
"Why sure! That'd be swell! Be right back everyone." Mickey sauntered towards one of the empty offices, ushering her in and closing the door, then the blinds after words.
Once she was sure that the room was soundproof and had placed her briefcase on the floor, she went in for the kill. "WHAT THE HELL!"
"Um? Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you heard me right. What. The. Hell? Being the boss to the Satan's little helpers wasn't exactly in my description."
"Okay, first of all, they are not Satan's little helpers." Mickey tried to explain, but Lillie would have none of it.
"One of them shoots fire from his head. I think that qualifies him as being a helper."
"Actually," Mickey cleared his throat, "if you want to talk in Greek Myth terms, that guy is Satan."
Lillie closed her eyes and counted to ten.
"Our boss!" Iago squawked at the top of his lungs, his feathers ruffling. "That short little nobody in the skirt! Look at me! LOOK AT ME! I'm so upset about this, I'm actually molting."
"Calm yourself, Iago." His tall master commanded. Iago shut his beak quickly, but continued to glower. "I think that we can all come to a unanimous agreement about this situation."
"Yeah." Hades said from his spot of the room. "It sucks."
"Poorly put, but nonetheless correct." Jafar turned toward Captain Hook, a small smile on his face. "I'm sure that your opinion is one of the boldest, is it not."
"You're statement is correct." He pinched his nose with his good hand and winced.
"How did she even reach you, anyway." Ursula smirked. "Have you seen the poor doll. She barely reaches your midsection."
Hades cackled. "Yeah, she's a short little thing, ain't she. How did she manage to pop you one right in the shnozz?"
"I dold you. I don'd know! 'Ee jus' wen'd and hid me! And don'd 'oo dare say I wad bead ub by a girl, becaud she dook me dodally by surprise."
"Fine fine, whatever." Hades waved a hand dismissively. "But seriously, she's the shortest thing we've got in Disney right now. Well, excluding a few animals and henchmen, you know. But besides that, it should come to an advantage, shouldn't it."
"It could." Clayton mused, stepping forward. "Of course, we could just look over at our dear captain to see the results of any surprise attacks."
"So then why not make it an just an attack." Rourke argued. He'd been silent for most of the time, trying a few of his army devices to hear through the door with little success, finally giving up and guessing it was soundproofed with magic. "Take away the element of surprise."
"Ain't that an old proverb or something?" Hades scratched his head. "Know you're opponent?"
"No, I believe it's know thy enemy." The tall vizier corrected him. "And though the idea has merit I don't see how it could possibly work. Mickey has her on guard and is probably telling her all about us as we speak. She wont come an arms length near us."
"No, make that a mile."
"Fine. She wont come within a mile of us. So getting to know her wont be the easiest of things to do."
A muffled shout from inside the room reminded them of the closeness of her presence and they lowered their voices.
"Do you really think that now's the time to be discussing this anyway, Jaffy? Why not figure out how to destroy the enemy when the enemy's, yunno, right next door."
"A fine suggestion. All right everyone, back to your desks. We'll introduce ourselves and find out more about out little vixen."
"Oh Jafar," Maleficent rolled her eyes delicately as all the other women stifled groans. "We just love it when you talk bad."
Jafar only glared.
"So let me get this strait." Lillie had finished about four breathing exercises in order to bring down her blood pressure and make the ringing in her ears go away. "You just came in and decided that I was going to be the boss. On the spot. To piss people off?"
"We call it make people mad here, Miss Ayman. And no, it wasn't to make them mad. I just assumed that with some authority you'd be a little safer!"
"Safer? How is giving me control making me safer?"
he thought for a moment then shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Well it's a different time now, so take it back."
He shook his head at her demand. "Oh, Miss Ayman, you simply don't understand."
"Please tell me what I don't understand, Mr. Mouse. I'm very curious. Is it that I don't understand how to keep myself safe? Or is it that I don't understand where the hell you got that idea from? I'll give you a hint. It ain't the first one."
"No. You don't understand that here in Disney, we don't lie. Going back know and taking back what I said would be lying."
"Then say it was a mistake!"
"But that would be lying too! Jee wiz, have you even seen Pinocchio?"
"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY SAFTEY?"
Mickey cowered for a moment, and then stood up strait. "Miss Ayman, I can assure you that I have everything under control to make sure that your safety is a number on priority."
"What? Are you getting me fire insurance? Because if that guy's temper is as bad as it was then I might actually need it."
"No. Not fire insurance. I'm conducting interviews."
Lillie stopped and squinted at him. "…Interviews?" Her eyes narrowed even further. "With whom, exactly."
"Don't worry about it." Mickey walked to the door. "I'm going to leave you to get acquainted with your new staff-"
"If they don't kill me, you mean."
He ignored her. "-and while you're doing that, I'll be conducting the interviews."
"Wait a minute, I think that we should discuss-"
"Goodbye Miss Ayman!" He shut the door and scurried out, but not before turing and giving the villains, now all sitting and working at their desks, a pleading look. "Go easy on her, okay?"
They only gave him innocent who me? looks.
He took it as a yes and ran out just as Lillie rushed out of the room, briefcase in hand. "Get back here, what interviews are you-" She halted when she noticed that the mouse had left her under many steely stares. She chuckled nervously. "Um… hi?"
"Mickey, dear, are you sure that this is necessary? I mean, we talked about this!"
Minnie and Mickey stood in the office of the main building of Disney, whispering so the people outside the door couldn't hear them.
"I know, I know. But really, what choice do we have?"
Minnie placed her hands on her hips and gave him a harsh stare. "Mickey Mouse, you know very well that we have plenty of choices. You just want to see another person get a happily ever after."
"Okay, fine. Maybe I want that too. But really, whats so wrong about that?"
"We had agreed," Minnie continued, "that this wouldn't be pressured upon her!"
"It wont be pressured. I promise. Besides, it's killing two birds with one stone! She gets protection and a happily ever after. I mean, don't you think that's important."
After a few moments Minnie sighed. "I suppose." She offered him a small smile and then leaned in, pecking him on the cheek. "Everyone deserves a happily ever after, don't they."
He smiled widely at her. "They sure do! And we're gonna make it happen!" He grabbed the clipboard off his desk and scanned it. "Okay Minnie, call in the first person."
She nodded. Going to the door, she opened it and peeked her head through. "Marcus, darling? You're up first!"
There was the sound of a chair releasing it's weight and footsteps heading towards the door. Then the door itself swung open and Mickey was faced with a very tall, very handsome young man.
In short, the typical Disney hero.
Mickey looked him up and down. He was young, just turning twenty three (an age far too old to be single in Disney) with tan skin and dazzling green eyes, framed by a halo of thick black hair that just brushed his shoulders. "You must be-"
"I am Marcus of Perfectia! The most perfect man alive! Women love me! Men hate me! Look at my glowing teeth! Check out my bulging biceps! And to answer your question, yes I was born this way!" He smiled in a charming way. "Now where is the fair maiden you wish me to release my powers of love on! I'll cast a spell on her that will make Aphrodite herself want to hide!"
Mickey smiled. "Well, first I was just going to ask you a few questions." He scanned the list. "But it looks like you answered them all. Okay, you're good to go. Here's her address and phone number. Knock yourself out!"
Marcus of Perfectia cocked his head. "Why would I do that? I cant meet her if I'm in a self induced coma."
"You know what, never mind. Just go. And be charming!"
"When am I not! Farewell mouse!" Marcus flashed yet another charming smile and leapt out of the room.
"Well… that was fast. Minnie can you call in Reginald next."
"Can do sweetie!" She skipped out of the room and then popped her head back in. "There are two Reginald's. Which one?"
"So…" Lillie scanned the room, her voice cold. "I don't believe that we've been-"
The tall Arabian man stood from his desk. "Properly introduced?"
"Yeah," she stared him down, "yeah, that's it."
He smiled. "Well then, that is a bit of a disadvantage. Especially seeing as our first meeting wasn't, how should I put it, ideal?"
"No, I'd say that you were entirely correct in saying that." She took a few steps towards him and scanned the room. "This may be a shot in the dark, and I'm sure that it isn't, but I'm going to go ahead and guess that the little stunt yesterday was all of yours doing. Would that be correct."
He smiled. "It could be."
"Hmm." She flipped her bangs out of her face. "I thought so."
"Not that we meant any real harm, Princess." His voice was a filled with a kind of gleeful venom and the word Princess contained a great amount of it, almost as an insult that only he could understand. "You see, we're just not very good at the whole neighbor thing."
"Ah, yes, I can tell." She clicked her briefcase open and rummaged inside it, finally pulling out a sheet of paper that all the villains instantly recognized as their "Welcome to the Neighborhood" note. "Usually neighbors don't go around giving direction with the intention of driving someone away." Her voice dropped a few more degrees. "Do they?" She scanned the letter. "Alright, so lets see. The first signiture on here is Hades." She smiled coldly at the flaming hair back who offered her a twin smile in return. "And we've already been introduced."
"With a great start, wouldn't you agree?"
She glared at him, then dropped her eyes down to the note again. "The next one is…. Queen Grimhilde."
"Don't bother addressing me. I only speak to the fairest of mortals and you are, in the upmost respect, far below my standard."
Lillie ignored the woman. "Ursula?"
"Hey there, Anglefish." Lillie looked up and tried to not look surprised when she was staring at a large woman with tentacles instead of feet. But her face must have givin something away because Ursula raised her eyebrow and said, "see something you like?"
Lillie choked. "No. Just curious." She looked down quickly. "Jasper Badun."
"Right 'ere."
As she looked up her eyes slit. It was the same man who had confronted her in the beginning. "Looks like we got off on the wrong foot too, huh."
"Poppet, you have no idea."
"Oh trust me, I do."
While she read off the list-
Ratigan
Madame Madussa
Bill The Lizard?
-all she could do was think-
Clayton
Gaston
Rourke
-bout how much her new job was going to suck-
Captain 'Ook, I mean Hook
Anastasia Tremaine
Drusilla Tremaine
-because after only five ten minutes in the office-
Queen of Hearts
Maleficent
Gov. Radcliffe
Cruella
-she already hated every single person she worked with.
And from the looks of it, they weren't all that fond of her either.
"… and then my father told them all jokes that simply ticked their rib cages. I tell you good sir, it was a party for all too behold as nothing short of glory."
Mickey yawned and nodded. Reginald Killington had looked like a great prince on his application. But god all mighty was he boring.
He was a prince, though. And a good one, nonetheless, so Mickey did give him the thumbs up and a check.
"So, babe. We've told you our names. Why not do the same for us."
Lillie had already tucked the infamous letter back into her case, her blood boiling. "First off, you didn't tell me your names. I read them out loud and you shot insults at me-"
"Tomato tomato-"
"And second of all, I don't think so. "Why don't you just call me Miss Ayman and not even bother with first names."
"So, Prince Alexander. What are you looking for in a woman?"
"Oh, that's simple." The prince offered Mickey a tentative smile. "Someone sweet and innocent and perfect. Light on their feet and a good dancer. We'd need to be able to skip together. Skipping's always good."
As Mickey put a check next to his name he prayed to every God there was that Lillie knew how to dance. And skip.
"No, I don't think that will suffice." Jafar confronted her. "You have our first names."
"For some of you I only have one name." She scanned the room. "Like Clayton over there. Is that a first name or a last one? Guess I'll never know. But it's the same thing. Cant you just call me Ayman and get over it?"
"So, Reginald." Mickey sat in his office with the second Reginald of the day. "Let me see if I got this right." Mickey checked his notes again. "You want a woman who appreciates… shoes?"
"Yes. Look, I have battled many a dragon and I've won many a battle. But I am never without good footwear. It seems like this is very underappreciated in the Damsal business. It's all fun and games until a shoe gets scuffed. And do they ever once cry over that? No!"
"Ah… So… shoes?"
"Of course. If a woman cant see the value of a man who can come out of a trolls lair while keeping his shoes squeaky clean then she doesn't deserve any of this-" He popped one bicep. "-or this." He flexed the other one.
"Okaaaay…. And do you think that she'd be interested in more then just… shoes?"
"Of course!" He stood, his blue cape billowing dramatically behind him. "What woman can resist me, after all?
Mickey put a check.
"And I'm telling you NO!"
"And we're telling you YES!"
Lillie huffed, slamming her briefcase down on her new desk. "I think that letting you know too much about myself will just cause too many problems. So if you'll just let this go-"
"Not until we get a NAME!"
"Theophrastus' the name, woman are my game. Well, that and the discoveries of the universe."
"Oh. Well, that's exiting. So, you're smart."
Theophrastus beamed. "I should think so. One doesn't explore science with a blank mind, after all."
"Hmm…" Lillie had seemed smart, Mickey mused to himself as he placed a check next to the strange name. "Would you want a smart woman."
Theophrastus frowned at that one. "Well, not too smart. After all, a woman does have her place in the world. But yes, I think that a curious mind would make for a good pair to my amazing intellect."
Well, Mickey thought as he dismissed him for the next Prince, this ones worth a shot, at least. He hoped she wouldn't take the last comment too seriously, after all, that was the mind set of most Princes.
Iago was getting more and more flustered. The girl was more stubborn then he was on a bad day, which was more often then the good ones. "WILL YA JUST TELL US?"
"Oh. My. God." Lillie turned on the vizier. "Will you shut your pet up and let me get to work?" She had only begun to set up her desk, not even able to take out her laptop yet.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLIN' PET, TOOTS!"
Lillie rubbed her temples and wished that someone would just shoot the bird already.
"So, Johnathan, what exactly do you-"
"I've been dreaming of a Princess fair!" The young man interrupted Mickey, leaping onto the desk. "With bright blue eyes and long thick hair!"
"Johnathan, can you get off of the desk, it's kind of an antique, and I just needed to ask you-"
"I've been searching for a beauty fine who I can claim all as mine!"
"Okay, well, while we're at this whole singing thing I might as well ask you questions. You answered the 'what are you looking for question. So… what's your blood type?"
"By my pure blood you can clearly see, that I am no less than blood type B!" The prince serenaded.
"B… okay! Perfect! Next question!"
"SHE CALLED ME A PET! A PET! I AIN'T NO PET!"
"Then if you're not a pet," Lillie seethed through clenched teeth, "shut up and fly away."
"Anthony, I heard that you're searching for a happily ever after."
The sweet-faced man smiled a genuine smile and crossed one delicate leg over the other. "You'd be correct. Nothing less then that would be terrible. I only wish to discover the love of my life and have her feel the same towards me! That and… get away from my evil mother."
"Is she a step mother?" Mickey asked him eagerly.
"I'm afraid not."
"Well, that's alright. We cant all be blessed with one of those, can we?" Mickey said sadly.
The prince sighed. "Alas, we cannot. I only wish that more people had the opportunity of obtaining their very own evil step mother. There would be more happy ending that way, wouldn't there?"
"Of course." Mickey nodded, agreeing. He put a check.
Lillie slammed the door to her office, ignoring the protests from outside, and continued to take pictures out of her bag and place them on her desk. She had never been one for the who sentimental picture thing. Who would she have to frame anyway. So instead she had just put one picture out of her dog devouring a pair of pink lacey underwear she'd left in the clothing basket.
Wow she was pathetic.
There was a banging on her door followed by a British voice shouting, "TELL US YOUR NAME!"
She groaned and began fishing for her computer mouse.
"Rodney, you said that you'd describe yourself as the 'black sheep'. Why?"
"Well, my family out casted me for being… different. I cant imagine why though."
"Uh huh…" Mickey tried to keep a strait face, but almost gaped at the man in front of him wearing nothing but black leather. "I cant imagine why either… are you sure you're a hero?"
"Of course I am!" The man smiled. "What gave you any other idea."
"Oh nothing nothing. Just… wondering." Mickey laughed lightly to ease the tension and Rodney seemed to take that as a sign to laugh with him to do the same.
"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!"
Mickey had a hard time putting that check down for that one, but his credentials were good, so it pushed him over.
The banging at the door had distracted her from being able to finish setting up anything. So finally, with intentions of murdering someone or something, she wrenched the office door open and faced all the people in front of her, arms crossed. "Well, you certainly know how to get a girls attention."
"Hello there Percival! How are you today?"
"Well, I'm doing just fine!" The handsome man sat in the chair across from Mickey.
Mickey smiled. Percival seemed like a good egg. And one of the more normal Princes of the day. "That's great. Now to start off-"
"EH?" Mickey jumped at the loud sound. "WHAT'S THAT SONNY? I CANT HEAR YA' SPEAK UP!"
"Percival?"
"PERCIVAL? THIS IS GREGORY!"
"Uumm… are you oka-"
"What'za matter with you, mouse? You too cool for me? Is that it."
Mickey was staring at the prince wide eyed. "Is this Gregory? Of Percival."
"Naw, cool cat, naw. This' Jet. Who are…" Percival froze up and then slumped down. "Whoooo dude…" He said, taking on a tired look. "My life, like, sucks. I think I'm going to go write about road kill."
"Kay, who's this, this time?"
"This time? It's just me, Enigma. Enigma all the time."
"Should I call you a doctor or something? Because you're starting to-"
Percival froze up again and then stuck out his front teeth. "Hey there! I'm Stine Murkel!" he glanced around, fascinated. "is this the office for Harvard? Did I get in?"
"Ummmm…."
Percival froze up again, shook his head and then smiled at Mickey. "Sorry about that. Personality disorder. No biggie. Now, where were we?"
Mickey swallowed hard and hesitantly added a check. Never judge a book by it's cover, right?
"A name is not something that should be hard to give out!" Governor Radcliffe debated. "Just say it!"
"I honestly don't think that I should tell any of you my name."
"Why not! You haven even made a valid point." Ratigan argued.
"Because, I know that this whole thing…" she motioned with her arms, "that we've got going on here is just going to get a whole lot worse if you know more about me. I am not just about to take that chance."
Prince Calvin was one Prince that Mickey already knew. So when the look alike to Snow Whites Prince walked in, Mickey both wanted to sigh and moan. He didn't know what was better. To be relieved or frustrated.
Prince Calvin was a funny one. Was he handsome. Of course. Shockingly so.
Was he crazy…. Yes… shockingly so.
Both things worked against each other in situations like this. But Mickey knew that the Prince was not one to be turned down. After what had happened the first time with his small defeat. The man was filled with jealousy for his sibling. And so was after exactly what he had.
At the same time, this was perfect for Mickey, who needed a prince dedicated to achieving happily ever after.
"So. Calvin. Do you want to be the one to get the girl."
Calvin sat and nodded. "I think we both know the answer to that question Mickey." He took off his plumed hat. "I do not wish to fail again. This girl shall be mine."
"Yes, I know."
"And many other times have been unsuccessful." The prince frowned. "Is this to be unsuccessful as well?"
This time Mickey frowned. "You know, I have no idea. This one is going to be a tough one. For all the Princes. You included, Calvin."
"What is she like?"
"Stubborn, headstrong, smart."
"Is she…" Calvin glanced around and then leaned in closer, dropping his voice. "The I word?"
"I'm afraid so. This one is… Independent."
Calvin shuddered. "I was afraid of that. So I take it that a man is not something she puts heavily in her future."
"I don't think so, no."
Calvin sighed. "I see. Well, this one I shall not let go. Not this time. Tell me, what is this girls name?"
"Why is this so hard?" Hades bellowed. "Just say you're name and get it over with."
"Ugh, FINE!"
The room actually went silent for a moment.
"Well?" Hades asked after a few seconds had gone by.
Lillie sighed, seeing that she had no way out of the stupid situation.
"Her name is Lillie." Mickey explained.
"Lillie." Calvin sighed, tasting the word. "What a beautiful name."
"My name is Lillie." Lillie growled.
"Lillie." All the villains murmured, smiling devilishly to one another as they tasted the name.
There was another silence, then-
"Lillie," concluded the bird, "is a boring name."
Lillie ground her teeth together.
Whew! This was a long one! So that's it for this chapter! I hope that everyone liked it and I hope that I portrayed the Prince's correctly!
Anyway, I'd like to thank every person who took time to put in a Prince. All of them were amazing and I had such a great time reading them.
Stay tuned for more chapters coming to you soon. No worries, they will come faster. This one just took longer because of the contest. Plus I got sick. Then I got surgery. But hey, whatevs, right!
Read and review as always peeps!