The princess's blonde hair blew in the wind as she sat on a red checkered picnic blanket with the plumber she called her best friend. She looked longingly at him as she nibbled on a sandwich filled with meat, lettuce, and a touch of mustard. Mario wasn't the most handsome fish in the sea, and definitely not someone anyone would imagine a princess to fall in love with, yet Peach still yearned to be with him. She thought back to the first time she was ever whisked away from her bed side by Bowser, and how Mario came to her rescue before he even knew who she was. That moment when she kissed him on the cheek and she saw his soft blush is when she knew he'd always be her knight in shining armor, and today she'd finally let him know how much he meant to her.
Mario's cheeks were filled with crumbs, from his obvious enjoyment of the various assortment of snacks Peach had packed. He turned around to pick out another, but his eyes met Peach's first. The princess's gaze had a look of seriousness in it like she was trying to say something, but couldn't figure out how to word it. He tilted his head at her.
"Peach is there something you want to say?" He inquired snapping a few times incase she had gotten trapped in her thoughts.
She took a deep breath, it was now or never. "Mario, it's been a few years," She considered her words carefully, before continuing, "And I want to make us official." She looked up at him again, in her mind pleading for him to say yes.
He sighed. "Peach, we talked about this. I just don't know where-"
She huffed, tired of him avoiding this conversation. "I can't spend my whole life waiting until you finally decide who you want to be with." She turned away and gave him his choices, "It's either Pauline or me."
"Peach..." He didn't want to hurt either of them, so he said whatever he had to avoid this conversation on both ends.
"I'm tired of dancing around this subject, Mario." Peach clenched her fists. She was so sick of how everyone treated her as if she was some fragile piece of glass that would break upon hearing any bad news.
He sighed once more, it looked like it was time to say what was on his mind. "She wrote me at the beginning of the month to say she's coming to visit in a few days, and just hearing from her..."
She gave him a small nod. She understood what he was saying before he could even find the words to finish with. She lifted her legs up and dusted off her dress. "I really should go. I'll see you soon, Mario." Before he could even say anything, she turned and made her way towards the castle in the distance. A tear dropped down her rosy cheeks as she walked away in the dawn light. The princess had just had her heart broken for the first time, but at least she finally knew where Mario's heart was.
Peach awoke in a cold sweat, tears riding down to her neck. She hoped she'd be carried away to a beautiful dream world where her problems didn't exist, but no such luck. She couldn't hold this in anymore, but she knew better than to talk to Bowser about it. Even though she was devastated over what happened, Mario was her friend and she didn't want to listen to Bowser repeatedly bash him.
"Finally awake?" A deep, female voice called. Peach pulled the covers over herself, partly because she it startled her and partly because she didn't want anyone to see her. She wiped away tears and peaked from under the covers.
The woman chuckled, "I haven't gotten that scary lookin' have I, princess?"
Peach practically jumped off from under the covers when she realized who it was. "Marie!" She smiled and the black-haired koopa. They had a lot of small chats through at the years when Marie had to clean a room Peach was in. Seeing her was probably the only thing that could make her smile at the moment. "I'm surprised you're still putting up with Bowser."
She walked over to the princess, and began messing with her hair. "I've barely seen him in the last couple of months, make's me a little suspicious." She said, looking around.
"I'm not worried about it, I shouldn't be here too much longer." She kept things general, wanting to keep the plumber out of her mind.
"Well, while you're here, how about we do something with this pretty hair of yours."
"What style are you thinking of?"
She played with Peach's hair awhile longer before answering, "Mm, I'm thinkin' a fancy lookin' messy bun, and while I do that you can tell me why your eyes are puffy."
Before she could protest or react, the maid grabbed her hand and without much effort, pulled her out of the room.
Peach sat as her hair was being flat ironed, turning the pages of magazine and slightly glanced at each picture. In some sort of respect trying a new hair style was exciting to her, for the princess hoped it could build up the confidence she still had left. She glanced up slightly at Marie, knowing the maid was pretty trustworthy, she decided it was time to set the lingering memory free.
"I-It's Mario," She began words already shaky, "H-he chose someone else..." She took a deep breath allowing tears to fall from her eyes.
Marie nodded and just let the princess continue, she knew any type of pity wasn't going to help her feel any better. She listened carefully as Peach explained what went on between her and the plumber. She pulled out a tissue, so the princess could wipe away her tears. Crying was looked down upon if you were a grown koopa, but Marie knew exactly how much letting them fall could help. As she finished and her tears grew heavier, Marie cuffed her soft, small hands in hers and hinted, "Infatuation blinds you from seeing the love that could have been or still could be." She simply left it at that, the princess would see what she meant soon enough.
Peach wiped her eyes for that last time, and tried to slow her breathing. She thought about what the maid told her, and she was pretty sure she understood it, but she didn't see any love that could be now that Mario was gone. She decided to shrug it off. "Thanks for listening, Marie." She gave a weary smile. It was a relief to finally get that off her chest, and she felt a tad bit better.
She put down the flat-iron and hugged the princess. "You'll get through this." She whispered still holding her close. After they both let go she lead the other over to a chair to begin the bun. She created a side part and began loosely forming the bun. She combed some of the hair to the side, stopping to curl it, to give it a messy yet beautiful look. She took the hair band that she already placed on her arm and wrapped it around the golden blonde bun she formed and held with her hand.
The maid went off, and the princess stood up, brushing the access hair off of her until Marie came back with the white dress folded in her arms. "I've just been told the king is on his way, good luck with whatever he has planned." She winked as she handed off the dress, causing the princess to smirk.
"I suppose it's better than being in the Mushroom Kingdom at the moment. " She replied, walking into bathroom. She pulled off her robe, and very carefully put her dress back on from the bottom up, not wanting to mess up her hair. She stood up straight after she managed to get the dress on, examining herself in the mirror, and running her hands down the dress to make sure it was wrinkle free. She liked this style she looked more elegant than she ever had, even if her eyes were still a little puffy. She admired herself from different angles until she heard the doorknob turn, she closed her eyes and faced the door, knowing it wasn't the maid on the other side.
Kamek watched anxiously as Kammy poured the truth potion into her tea. They agreed the best way to do it was to already have their first cup of tea ready since they'd be arriving momentarily. She swirled a spoon around in it to make sure it wasn't all stuck in one place. She finished and backed up and floated beside her male colleague. They had done all they could, and hopefully it wouldn't backfire.
Hope this isn't too bad. I've been preparing for a writing test I took today so I had to rush to get this ready.
Funny how when I think of a name for a maid my mind instantly thinks Bloody Marie from Skullgirls xD
Anyway, How do you think the tea will go?
