I was going to make this chapter longer, but I ended up writing myself a good stopping point without realizing it. I could have uploaded it yesterday on thanksgiving, but I didn't think it was done when I went to lunch... and then when I got home I was in a food coma till 9 pm (got home at like 1:30-2 somewhere in that range and passed out). the rest of my night was spent trying to give my sims a nice thanksgiving... I failed. my sim's dog died... he was an asshole anyway so she's not too torn up about it... her husband was a crying mess though. it seems every time I throw a party in sims 4 someone (in game) dies! oh well. my sim has a family cemetery so I put her dog in the mausoleum that I built.

anyway, sorry for the short chapter. I hate open office! but, until I get some money for a word subscription, I have to deal with it.

Cliffhanger: Jr would be called either Jr or Felix II. Felix and Bridgette would call him Jr while the lords, nobles, and peasants would call him Felix II.

Guest (you know who you are): look... just... suspension of disbelief pal. thanks for the review but this is a fairy tale world that the story takes place in so obviously the rules are a little different. besides, people back in the middle ages didn't live as long so the sooner they got married the better.

enjoy and please review!

~inudigifan201

Ch, 3. The ball

Adrien had a hard time with his tie. His father insisted Marinette be dressed by the royal tailor instead of wearing a dress she already made. He didn't see the point, but she complied anyway. He had seen all of her dresses she brought with her, mainly because he was curious and asked, so she wore them all for him to see the day before. He was taken by each, but he also had a feeling that it was the woman in the dresses that made them so beautiful. She told him she had more back at her parents' castle, but she gave them to her sister since she figured she could just make more. Made sense. She had began stitching a lace when his father informed them of his plan for the ball.

So, here Adrien was, alone in his chambers getting ready for a ball in his and his wife's honor... shouldn't she be with him? They had gotten comfortable changing in front of each other... with the screen between them anyway. He missed her. He missed her laugh, her company. Just her. He didn't feel alone in the world with her around. He sighed as he looked into the mirror, feeling very small and insignificant at the moment.

Marinette pouted as a maid pulled her corset tighter cutting off her air. "It's tight enough!" She protested. "I can't breath."

"That's the point your highness." The maid quipped.

Marinette rolled her eyes. 'I never had to wear a corset back home.'

The maid then draped the dress over her undergarments.

Marinette wished Adrien was there with her. She had gotten used to his company. She had been on her own for so long, it was nice. She missed the conversation, they seemed to never run out of things to talk about. The only other person she could do that with was her sister, but ever since Bridgette married Felix, the twins had drifted apart. Marinette couldn't complain too much, Bridgette was happy... that's all that mattered, right? She shook off the thought. Now it was her turn to be happy. So why wasn't she with her husband? She really didn't know how much they had bonded in such a short time, but her heart ached to see him again.

She sighed as she gazed into the mirror and smoothed out the dress. She hated it. The dress, her loneliness... just everything! The dress was an awful cream color that made her look pale and was way too poofy for her taste. And it had way too many bows and frills.

Oh, and the worst part! The worst part was when the maid put a wig atop her head. It was white and hideous! And it was at least three feet tall! It hurt her neck just to look straight ahead. Yeah... the god awful wig had to go.

And if to add insult to injury, the maid took some kind of powder on a fluffy thing and tapped it all over her face. She looked in the mirior and swore she was a hideous ghost.

That was the last straw! "Enough!" She ripped off the wig. "I'm not wearing any of this!" She grabbed a damp rag and wiped her face off to remove the white gunk.

"But your highness!" The maid tried to protest.

"No!" Marinette spat back. "I am the princess of this kingdom by marriage. I should be telling you what to wear, but i'm a nice person and let you wear what ever you want. But I will not stand here and let you tell me what to do or wear."

"You tell her Mari!" A familiar voice clapped.

Marinette turned around in the awful dress and almost teared up. "Alya!" It was her lady in waiting and best friend from home. She jumped down from the stand she stood on and gave her old friend a warm hug. "I'm so happy to see you."

Alya smiled warmly and looked up at the maid as she hugged her friend back. "I can take it from here."

The maid bowed and left the room.

Marinette let Alya go and sniffled. "She put me in this awful thing called a corset. I can't really breath."

Alya continued to smile as she shook her head and revealed a dress from behind her back. "That's why I brought this."

Marinette lit up with a smile. "You're a saint!"

Adrien stood with Felix, Bridgette and their children. The kids had really warmed up to him and already calling him uncle. He felt honored. But at the same time, his eyes kept scanning the crowd for his wife. The party was in full swing and she was late.

"So where's this wife of yours?" A bitter voice came to his ears. He glanced over and the angry blonde came into view.

Princess Chloe... great!

Adrien rolled his eyes. "Chloe, meet my in-laws." he gestured to Felix and Bridgette. "Princess Bridgette and her husband Felix. Bridgette is my wife's twin sister."

Chloe studied her and put on a fake smile. "Hi." She spat.

Adrien then turned his attention back to his in-laws. "Chloe is from..."

"We know. Papa deals with her father all the time." Bridgette gave her one of her own bitter smiles.

Adrien felt awkward. He didn't know. How could he have known? His father's biggest rule for him was to not leave the kingdom.

"Princess Marinette, wife of Prince Adrien!"

Adrien looked up from the floor and his jaw dropped as the door opened.

Marinette stepped in with her long hair pulled into a bun with two sticks inserted to secure the hair (he would later find out they were called chopsticks), a vibrant red dress with black accents the likes of which he had never seen before, a black shawl with matching black flat shoes, and a fan that matched the entire ensemble.

The dress hugged her curves and had a slit going down the side to show off a little leg. It had a collar, but short sleeves. It confounded him and fascinated him at the same time.

Hushed whispers from the crowd all basically called her dress "scandalous". But he didn't care as he made his way to her.

He gave her a small bow and kissed her hand. He then rose up to his full height and gazed down into her eyes. "Well worth the wait My Lady."

She giggled. "You should have seen what they tried to put me in, it was hideous." They linked arms and he began to lead her around the room.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you would have made it work." He smiled warmly. "By the way, you look ravishing in red."