Prince...or Princess?
A/N: Okay, chapter two is finally here! I am SO happy with the reviews I happened to receive this time around, and I thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope this new chapter shall set you all into happy terms with me. As I had promised, I'm trying to update about once a week or so. But this week, I'm taking SAT's...and other tests in school. And to top that off, I'm working my ass of in Volleyball, and vocal lessons, along with my creative dramatics classes. I'm such a busy person! Please, excuse me for not updating 'The Definition Of Love' sooner. I began on the third chapter, but it's not quite finished yet. Anywho, I shall cease my rambling, and continue onward with the story! I doubt most people read these, anyway...
Chapter 2: Banquet meetings
The large marble doors were opened by two overly-buff men, and Edward walked in the room, feeling all eyes fall on him.
The room was highly decorative in red and golds. A chandeleer was hung above, on the ceiling, over the pure ivory of the table top. It glistened in a white-yellow glow, and reflected off the many pieces of glass that surrounded the lights.
A forced smile tugged at his lips as his eyes danced around the room, looking at all of the scrummy looking men. Just as he had predicted moments ago, most of them were older than himself, drooling all over him. Oh, how he hated this little game of dress up already.
His smile disappeared quickly as it had come, as he made his way farther into the large room. He had easily forgotten about his high-heeled shoes, and clumsily, he just about tripped. But he caught himself at the last moment, and in a typical Edward-like fashion, he grinned goofily to cover up the moment. Realizing this was out of character of his sister, his features slowly went blank, earning him quite a few either unconvinced, or confused stares.
Ed brought himself to walk again, carefully this time, and sat down at the table that everyone else was seated at. They all stared at him, as he plopped down into a seat, his dress riding up on him just a little bit. Just this small glimpse made the men look at him with dirty expressions, inclosing on the beautiful 'woman' as far as they could.
Now, besides the men, there were females in the room as well, thankfully. And then Edward had noticed, that all the women were ferociously glaring at him!
One of them looked as if they were literally about to rip out his organs, stuff them back down his throat, stab him a million times with the sharpest object ever invented, and then watch him become decayed organic matter into the Earth's surface.
This thought made him mentally shudder.
Quickly, he flashed a smile. "Our dinner shall be here any moment now, everyone. Please, make yourselves comfortable as we wait with one another." Ed announced, and recided in looking downward at nothing in particular, as if to try not to catch the glances of the jealous women or dirty men.
And then, oh-so suddenly, the large doors opened yet again. When the doors were pulled open completely, Ed could discreatly make out a tall man with dark raven locks, his eyes matching the onyx color equally, with a tint of navy blue in them. He was dressed nicely, just as everyone else in the room was.
This happened to be a special occasion, after all.
He'd never once in his life seen this man, however, unlike all the others here. He was somehow...drawn to him and his extremely handsome features. He didn't seem as discriminant and vulgar as the other men clogging the room.
He looked quite sure of himself, especially when Ed let myself slip and had stared at him, slightly gaping. He drew himself into the room at a patient pace, and took a seat at the table, right next to the 'princess' that everyone was swooning over. A perky woman suddenly appeared, smiling without a doubt in the world.
"Okay everyone! After you all eat your dinner, we shall discuss about who the princess shall pick as her husband. She'll give us very specific details on what she would like in a man, and hopefully one of you in here will meet up to her cross of expectations." she said, before exiting quietly.
Butlers soon came in with large, sterrling, silver plates and silver ware, setting it all up for each person in the room.
Ed only picked at the food set out in front of him, barely eating any of it. Nobody really dared to ask what was wrong with him, just in case he was in a bad mood or what-not. His sister had habits of not paying attention like he was now, when she was either angry, or lost in a deep trans of thought.
'Oh crap!' he thought to himself, his eyes going wide. 'I'm acting just like that lowlife bitch of a princess! Not good...!' The young prince sighed in defeat. The thing was, he was acting like her unconciously, not because of his little acting part.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped to his dark-haired neighbor. The very sight of him cheered him up a bit, but he didn't really know why.
A few moments later, everyone was finished and the table was cleared. The perky woman came back into the room. "Now to discuss the princess' marriage. Good luck to all of you men!" she announced, giving a bow to Ed before trotting along on her way.
Everyone stared at Ed, waiting for him to start the rural ordeal. He finally noticed that he had to spike up their conversation, and cleard his throat, standing up. "Now, as we all know, all you men have been gathered here to have a shot at marrying me." He paused, and everyone nodded, urging him to go on.
"And I have to tell you what I'd like to see in a man that I'd marry. I'll have you all know now, that I am quite picky."
A man near the back stood, to speak. "Can you just get to your list, Mademoiselle?"
Ed couldn't help but blush a faint pink at this. "Yes sir, I may. Now, everyone, make yourseleves comfortable, and don't get nervous. Really, I have only had my eye on a couple of you, that I think may pass the personality section. But, I could be wrong. It was just a little push of intuition." he explained, looking around the room for a split second, before regaining his composure quickly.
His mind was racing, panic spreading across it like a wildfire in a dry forest. He didn't know what details he'd want in a man! He was a man himself!
"Uhh...lets see now..." he muttered to hismelf, under his breath. There was a piece of paper slipped in front of him, written on in his sister's handwritting. Apparently, she had a list of details that were required. 'Thank god!' he thought, a smile shining through in his happy state.
"Okay, now I'm ready." he said, straightening his stance a bit, and made it look more grand. "The things that are required in the man I am to marry are..."
All the men leaned in forward, anxious to hear what the princess had to say. The man with the raven locks, however, had simply stayed seated, listening intently in a tentatively calm stature. How Edward envied that he'd fit this description on the sheet in front of him. It was odd how much he was attracted to the man, but he shoved that aside to the back of his flodded mind.
"Strength, intelligence, admirable, rolemodel-type figure, discrete intrest of power or wealth, and..." the prince paused, a crimson blush surfacing to his upper cheeks, as he meekly choked out his very last words,
"...sex appeal..."
A/N: I woke up at four o'clock in the morning to finish this! It's five now! So, ya'll better be happy with it. I've had a very busy week, and still managed to get this out. If anything is not vulnerable, such as grammer mistakes and such, don't critisize on it just this once. I was really tired when I typed most of this up, truthfully. I'm glad I got a bit of humor on at the end, though! 3 Please, review for me, and the next chapter will most likely come out sooner!
- Jessi