Another chapter... And thanks for reading the story. And now... The Reveal of Dick Grayson. Happy? And I just found out my story looks like "Romeo and Juliet".
Love Story
Chapter 1:
Light. Party. Bands. Streamers. Gown. Balls. King. Queen. Palace.
"Long live King Trigon! Long Live Queen Arella!" echoeing through the ellegant walls of the palace were the greetings given by the riches and Royals.
It was the anniversary of King Trigon and Queen Arella's wedding. People from far and wide came to celebrate the auspicious day. Of course, the arrogant king only gave out invitations to rulers and the riches, never bearing thoughts for the other residents under his control.
Royal maids and servants donned suits given by the queen. Kori wore a flawless black maid outfit and a white apron with curvy trims ties at the waist level. Rachel, who had just turned 13 five weeks ago, put on a caribbean blue tube dress that hung loosely down on the ground. Instead of her lips curving upwards, she was mad. Her father used his advantage of this party to introduce princes to her. Again.
"Can you just wait for a minute," Rachel whined.
"You have to come out now, young lady. Don't make me tear down the door and pull you out of this room," Queen Arella fiddled with the door knob.
"Alright alright," Rachel opened her room and pulled a long face.
"I hope you will understand how hard your father did to invite those princes to come to the party. Even if you don't like them, at least pretend and greet them," Arela glared at her daughter. "Understand?"
"Understood."
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After rejecting several princes, Rachel came across Prince Garth. Prince Garth was a charming boy. However, as a spoilt child, he was only devoted to princesses like Rachel. He began to drool at the lovely sight as Rachel stood up and perched her hips. Rachel was disgusted and grimaced at the sight.
"Thou art fair, my lady," Prince Garth bowed and kissed the back of Rachel's hand. "Shall we walk?"
"Go away," Rachel warned.
"I am truly glad to meet a fine lady like you. My heartbeat quickens and my cheeks coloured as I am around you," the prince flattered.
"Shut up!" Rachel yelled and stomped away up to the balcony.
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"Hey," a dark-haired lad called out.
Rachel turned around and met his eyes. They were deep dark blue, the most nicest shade of blue she had ever seen. The boy was dressed in a dirty grey shirt that was obvioulsy too large for him. He wore a brown belt that had kept his dagger in place, and also wore baggy trousers. Rachel's stomach seemed to be filled up with millions of fluttering butterflies and her heart was beating madly. She had never felt like that before.
"Sorry, my Princess, would you forgive me? I did not notice it was you, the Royal as I come up here. Please accept my apology," the boy bowed.
"I... I..." Rachel stammered. What has he done to me?
"What are you doing here? I don't remember my father invited you over," Rachel asked as she regained her composure.
"Oh... Sorry. I think it's better for me to leave," the boy turned and hurried down the spiral stairs.
"Uh... Wait!" Rachel ran towards the stairs.
The boy stopped. He turned and faced her. As their eyes met again, the feeling started again, not only Rachel, but the anonymous street lad.
"You have not told me your name yet," Rachel panted, lacking of stamina.
"You can call me Dick. Dick Grayson," the boy introduced and went up to meet with the princess.
"Dick... Well... It's hard to remember... Do you have a simpler name?" Rachel asked.
"Well... What do you like my name to be called?" Dick questioned.
"Well... I think... Robin... Robin is a nice name," Rache beamed.
"Uh... Yea. So from now onwards, you have this special privilege to call me 'Robin'," Dick exclaimed.
"Now it's my turn. It's only fair to you if you can pick me a name," Rachel smiled.
"Well... Raven. 'Raven' is a pretty good name. And what's more, these are names of birds," Dick said.
"Good. So, we can be like brother and sister," Rachel smiled. "I have always wanted a brother."
"Same."
"Rachel! Come down at once!" Arella shouted.
"The street rat! I don't remember you're invited. And stay away from my daughter. Don't ever see her again! Guards! Get that lad out!" Arella ordered and pulled Rachel down.
Rachel's face was smeared with tears, "Goodbye, Robin."
Dick climbed out and down the window and slowly acrobatted himself down within seconds in a swift move that the guards managed to lose him.
Later that night, Rachel saw a note at her window latch. It said:
Dear Raven,
It is really nice meeting you. I really wish I can see you again. But, I must really get going. My brther, Victor, found a job for me at a country far away. I am gone by tonight. I will treasure this friendship that we shared forever.
I hope fate will befall us someday to meet again.
Rachel wept silently, clutching the peice of note near her chest. She did not understand. She just barely met the boy for an hour and now he was gone, she was extremely sad. She was scared. When she was near him, there was a sense of relief and trust. She was who she is around him. Now her protector was gone, fear and sadness engulfed her.