"Lucy? Lucy, Oh May-Linn where is that bothersome girl?" Queen Annett called down the large corridors. "I-I'm not sure M' Lady, perhaps I shall try the gardens, she always was most fond of that place." May-Linn replied voice shaken at the Queens fury. "If you must, oh, and when you do find her I want you to get her ready for Prince Crayton's arrival." She said half disgusted, most like everything regarding the Princess. For she was her mirror opposite: short silver colored hair, tall, short legged, pale gray skinned, and somewhat stout; the Queen despised her daughter. She only was superior in intelligence and he never let her daughter forget it, her and the King both deiced Lucy had all the traits she needed and instead of sending her to schooling they sent her to a Woman's Behavioral Class. She wanted her alive for one reason and that was none other than money, her daughters beauty was a gold mind Princes, Lords, and even Kings came from Eons to marvel at her. Beauty contests and dates had been her life since she was twelve being set up with men as old as one-hundred fifty.
May-Linn nodded tearing down the hall towards the outside. Once exiting she made her way to the garden.
Lucy was of course there. Her long blond hair gleaming in the sunlight for it was swollen high in the sky, her sapphire eyes sparkled as she gazed upon the petals of a deep red rose. She was sitting in the grass; she knew it was not lady like. "Miss!" May-Linn streaked when seeing her. Startled Lucy let the rose fall to the ground. "What are you doing? This is the dress your mother picked for you to wear with the Prince of Nateria this afternoon, Get up, Stand up this instant." May-Linn was frantic with her. Lucy stood up quickly then frowned, "I'm not so sure I want to go tonight." She said shyly. "I apologize Miss; I wish it was a choice. But you and I know full well what the Queen would do if she heard that." May-Linn said sorrowfully. "I-I know." I'll retire to my chambers now; you may send my maids to assist me there." Lucy said sadness in her voice. "Will do Miss."
Lucy entered her pink frilly room resembling a small girl's dream room; she was followed by her three dressing maids. "Don't worry dear I can get that stain out" Grace said slipping the dress off of her thin well curved body. The two other maids did her make-up while she waited. Not long after she left the maid returned with the dress she was wearing before (find my prom dress .com/ index. php? main_ page= popup_ image &pID =9263). She helped her into the dress and opened up the door for her. Lucy started her way down into the foyer where Prince Crayton was awaiting her. He was handsome she would give him that: short shaggy brown hair, green eyes and cool blue skin.
Lucy walked over to him accompanied now by her mother who put on an act for their guest. "Hello Master Crayton how superior of you to show up on time. Greet the Prince Lucy; it's not polite to stare." "Hello Prince." She answered giving him a small curtsey. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you; I trust I'm not being to forward but my word the gossip I hear is indeed true you really are as beautiful as they say." The Prince said confidently his back straight and chin up. He reached his hand out to her. Lucy hesitated but directly placed her hand in his. "What soft skin to and such an attractive complexion." He stated patting her hand lightly. She gave him a fragile smile as he led her to the entrance, "I'll have her back by a sensible hour." He called looking behind him to the Queen. "Take your time; really, I have been saying the girl needed to get out more." That was a lie of course; the Princess had been out almost every day of her teenage life. They both exited the castle. "I have decided to take you out to a restraint on your planet Arise, for mine would take a day and a half to get too." She nodded as the Prince spoke to her, but barely listening.
Dinner was always the same to her. They never cared what she had to say, she just had to sit back nod and look pretty. He was no exclusion. He got drunk on Wine and Brandy, taking his odds with her further. The Prince pleaded her to run away with him, and how he loved her. She was flattered but declined the offer. After the refusal he walked her home. She wasn't sure what she wanted in life, or if she ever would, but one thing was certain no one she had met filled the missing void. He ran his hand up her leg whispering things in her ear she did not understand. When he let her free to wait for his new answer she shyly told him goodnight and entered the stronghold once more.
The Queen was furious with her, another investment arrangement thrown away. "How ungrateful can you be? We give you clothes, jewelry and you still cannot find a Prince that will marry you, you are a humiliation to the King and I, and your entire race. The planet for shames your existence, it's your fault we had to turn to Lord Frieza for financial difficulties." The Queen was angry with her this was nothing new. Still though she wondered would she ever find someone to love her for not just what she looks like, a man whom would desire to get to know her feelings and thoughts on a subject matter? She would never know what could be in store for her.