----The Diary of a dark Prince---
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Disclaimer: I don't own Noctis, or his friends, or that bitch Stella.
----Noctis's friends---
Laris: Happy *Shot-gun Guy*
Marcus: God or War-like *Scarred guy*
Cato: Wise *The Driver/Glasses guy*
I opened the door to the Throne Room. A hand waved at me and a voice called out,"Noctis! Hey! So, did you agree?" It was Laris's. He stood in front of me with his bright, yellow eyes eager for information. Marcus stood against the wall, crossing his arms. He waved me a greeting.
Cato was no where to be found. I glanced at Laris who asked me again,"So, did you say yes?" I really didn't want to go. At all. I nodded silently and walked towards my seat. I wish the room was quiet, but no. I heard Laris excitingly say,"Yes!" Over and over again. Unlike me, he really liked the balls I went to. If your not a Prince you would have.
The cold throne softened the blow and I drew up a bored face for Laris and Marcus. On the inside, I was pissed. They knew I hated them, not as much as they thought I did. Marcus nodded at Laris's enthusiasm and asked me,"Do you know when the party is?"
"Tonight." I managned to mutter under my breath. Those old bastards. I hate going to those parties. I hated it.
I heard him say,"Ah." and Laris saying,"Man, I better get ready! See you guys later!" He walked out of the room with a smile on his face. Marcus watched him go and I watched Marcus watching him go. With a sigh and a friendly smile, Marcus said that he had to get ready also. Nodding to me, he left.
I was alone. Leaning against my seat, I thought about the ball and party members:
There would be expensive champagne, or wine of course. I'd better make sure that Cato doesn't drink too much, or doesn't drink at all. I've seen him drive drunk. I had to drive all of them myself after that. And I'd better remind Laris not to bother the Princesses in the Party. I don't want another arranged marriage between two kingdoms ruined because of his goofing around.
Marcus is alright, unless he talks to one of the Princes of Lenial. Anyone knows that Marcus can't bare arrogant Princes like them. The food would be extravagant and excellent, provided that Chef Grumio will make it.
Let's see if I can remember the Guest List....Prince Prospero will be there, unless he can handle his Gill problems; Prince Octavius and Princess Martelle the married couple, don't they have an heir yet? King Pacido is going to be there ,but that man can see right through you; Queen Amandine, what a good woman. My mother would be her age....if she hadn't died.
There were others, but I guess they were from the lower class. One name did hit me: Stella Nox Fleuret. Isn't she the Princess of Tenbrae? Then she's one of my enemies then.
Stella.....Nox.....Fleuret.....
Her name made me shiver with a strange coldness in my chest. I wondered, Is she a worthy adversary? A voice shattered my thoughts with a knock at the door. "Your Majesty! You are needed in the Dressing Room for the fitting!"
I mentally sighed.
Damn. These old men. One day....
I stood up and stepped down the stairs.
One day....
I opened the door and saw a maid servant look down at her feet, her face colored.
I'm going to get back at them...
I walked silently down the corrider to the Dressing Room.
And I'm going to show them who truly rules this kingdom.
Prospero: I got that from one of the stories that Edgar Allen Poe made.
Octavius: Meaning 8 in Latin
Pacido: Calm in Latin
Amandine: Beloved in Latin
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Your Author,
Yuki Minamoto