AN: This is simply a short introductory chapter. Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoy it.
True to his word, Riff Raff used his clever persuasive talents to convince the queen to grant a place at the palace for his sister. Despite his father being in the hospital with no promise of being discharged any time soon, Riff Raff didn't want Magenta to remain in the house alone anymore. And so, a month after the incident that they had managed to cover up as a drunken accident, the siblings stood with their mother at the golden gates to the palace.
Livia turned to her daughter. "Don't embarrass me, Magenta. I want you on your absolute best behaviour at all times," She said sternly.
Magenta nodded, and Riff Raff took her hand. She smiled up at him. A moment later the gates were opened for them by a guard, and, after being searched individually, they were admitted in to the palace.
After another lecture to Magenta about being pleasant and polite, Livia departed from her children to perform her days duties. "Come on," Riff Raff said, leading his sister up the stairs.
Magenta gazed in wonder at the splendour of her surroundings. Never had she been in a place so grand. After living in squalor for so long, it was as if she was in another universe. To her the long winding halls were a puzzle, but Riff Raff managed them perfectly. It didn't take long for them to arrive in the correct wing.
"This is where the prince stays," Riff Raff pointed out to her.
"He has the whole wing to himself?" Magenta asked incredulously. Riff Raff nodded, laughing at her amazement.
They paused outside one of the doors. Riff Raff knocked, but nobody answered. Instead a drawling, velvet voice spoke from behind them.
"This must be your sister," It spoke.
The siblings turned to see Prince Frank-N-Furter standing before them. Frank was two years younger than Riff Raff, but he had made himself look older than he really was. Even at ten years old he was plastered in makeup, and his shoes held a small but sure heel. He tossed his curly black hair and folded his arms.
"Well, is it?" He demanded.
"Yes, Frank, this is Magenta," Riff Raff sounded tired, as if he couldn't stand the mere sight of the prince.
Frank grinned and held out a hand, "Hello, my dear," He said.
Magenta raised an eyebrow. She wasn't buying this act at all. Quiet frankly, she wasn't impressed. "Hi," She said, not taking his hand. Riff Raff was suddenly nervous, but Frank didn't react like he expected. Instead of yelling at Magenta, he just laughed away her rudeness.
"I can tell we're going to be great friends," He said softly, gazing hungrily at Magenta.