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"Amber, you look stunning!" gushed Trudy, the royal nanny. Amber hated that her Father still made her have a nanny, but she did love Trudy.
"I know," responded Amber, smiling at her reflection fondly. Today, she was meeting an important suitor from a neighbouring kingdom, and she had spent three hours working on her appearance. Her long spun-gold hair hung at her waist in gentle waves, glittering in the light of the room as if each strand was made from a million stars. Her lashes were curled and long, her lids dusted with a light pink shimmery shadow, lips full and red. The dress had been her Father's choice, and he had gone for a simple white gown to represent the purity of the Princess, though she secretly would've preferred an angelic rose wine colour instead. Still, the dress was okay on its hanger, and even more divine on her. The legend that ran in the kingdom was that the Princess once wore a peasant's sack to a ball, and people were asking her where she purchased it from as she made it look so magnificent.
"Princess," came a melodic voice, and Nina, Amber's lady-in-waiting, entered the room. "Prince Mick has arrived."
Amber emitted a loud squeal of excitement before she slipped into her white-gold shoes, before following Nina down the spiral staircase to where the Prince awaited her.
"Good luck, Highness," whispered Nina, and Amber grinned, before entering the room, feigning ladylike shyness. Her Father's eyes seemed to glisten with pride as they fell upon her, but she barely spared him a glance. She was immediately drawn to the Prince, who was...stunning.
Prince Mick of Wales had perfect blonde hair and dazzling eyes, just like he had been described, and filled out his sky-blue attire with his muscular figure. Amber felt her heart flutter a little.
"Your Highness," greeted the Prince, approaching Amber, whose cheeks filled with pink.
"Hello," she giggled informally, before coughing, embarrassed. "I mean. Um, hello, Your Highness. Oh, we're both Highnesses! How quaint!"
The Prince chuckled, and planted a kiss upon Amber's knuckle, pausing to gaze into her eyes as his lips were connected to her skin.
"I have travelled afar to meet you, Your Grace, and I am not disappointed. You truly are the most wonderful being to have ever lived, and I would be honoured to take your hand in marriage," the Prince said, grandly. Amber felt a little sad at the reminder that she couldn't just court the boy and see where it went, but she pushed the thought aside. Royalty had pros and cons.
"I must accept, Prince Mick," Amber said, curtseying. She heard her Father and his Father applaud quietly, proud looks on their faces. "I say this calls for a celebration!" Amber's Father declared. "Champagne, anyone?"
Slowly, everybody in the room filtered out, leaving Mick and Amber alone.
"So...hey there, fiancé," said Amber awkwardly, grinning a little.
"Ugh, I know! Talk about taking it fast! Dad made me propose, sorry," chortled Mick. "But even if he hadn't, I would've definitely asked you out. You're a knock-out, babe."
"Oh, you cutie!" squealed Amber. "Yes, we'll make quite the royal couple, won't we? Now, let's go celebrate our newfound romance with a drop of champagne!"
"The true royal way," agreed Mick, with a wink.