A/N: Okay, just to let you know, this is in olden times, like with the puffy dresses and carriages and stuff, sorry for taking so long to update!
I've forgotten on the first couple chapters but:
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Richelle Mead own the Bloodlines series (*pouts* but I want Adrian!) and I don't own the Cinderella story (who owns it…?)
Adrian's POV (A/N *girlish scream* OMFG OMFG!)
I heard an annoying and persistent tapping noise in my sleep. I twitched as the door opened, I felt a small figure standing over me. I peeked out one eye-trying to still be asleep.
A young maid stood there, her eyes dark and wide. I don't remember her name-Leah, Laura or something-but I remember that we hadn't slept together yet. Yet.
My eyes opened and I smirked at her taken aback expression as I sat up-shirtless-in my bed.
"You know," I started. "It gets awfully lonely in the mornings."
Her eyes were still wide. But I could see consideration within her.
I looked down onto the bed and pouted slightly. I felt the edge of the bed dip and she had sat beside me. She gazed at me lustily. I smirked and pulled her to me.
And the rest, well, you know. (A/N Damn you Adrian! But you'll stop your player ways soon. Mwa ha ha… sorry, I like commenting on my work)
I walked towards the breakfast table where my parents sat, my father glared-which I returned-and my mother smiled at me.
"Good morning Adrian. Did Lily have trouble getting you out of bed?" mom asked me. I kissed her on the cheek before sitting down.
"Nope," I smirked. "No trouble at all."
I winked at the girl-Lily, I'd forget it later again-and she blushed. My father looked appalled at her, her eyes widened in fear and left immediately.
He turned back to me. "Another girl corrupted."
Mom glared at him before looking back at me. "Adrian, honey, I really wish you would wait until you're married to do that kind of stuff."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sleeping with other women?"
"No," she protested, exasperated. "Having intercourse with your wife."
"But I'll be so confined," he protested, jokingly. "I like variety."
"Yeah," my mother joked back. "If you like varieties so much, eat your vegetables."
I pouted as she continued to read her old, tattered book.
After breakfast, I was being prepared for the ball. I didn't even like the stupid idea, I preferred my suggestion-find a woman that liked sleeping around as much as I did and then we'd be even. My mother was dead set on 'love' though.
"Just imagine your perfect girl," my mother had said.
"Perfect girl?" I'd said. "She'd be hot, she'd be experienced in sex, she'd have no problem with my sleeping around and she'd be blonde. Easy."
My mother had shaken her head in exasperated and said. "Sure, keep that 'blond' thing going."
She had said that because my father doesn't like blonds, and I'd do anything to defy my father.
I winked at a passing maid on the way to the fitting room. She blushed and sped up, walking away from me.
I entered the room and began to get fitted.
Sydney's POV
"Okay, so I heard Stanton talking about leaving the ball at midnight and going at nine. So if you leave at nine-thirty and come back and eleven-thirty, you'll have two hours to find and converse with the Prince," Eddie told me.
"Okay," I said, swallowing back my nervousness, I began twirling my gold cross from around my neck around my index finger.
"Now," Angeline said, evilly; turning to me. "Your dress."
I froze. "What?"
I could just go in this attire; I looked down at my white stained dress, one of three I owned. Okay, maybe not.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked cautiously.
"This."
She pulled out a red dress the extended to the floor, sparkles covering the skirt of it and a strap-crossed back, revealing half my back.
I gaped in horror. "That is too revealing, I'm not wearing it!"
Angeline snorted. "This is revealing? Have you seen your step-sisters' dresses yet? Besides, you want the Prince's attention, no?"
Come on, Sydney! Angeline's right, I do want Prince Ivashkov's attention, and maybe this bold dress could help.
"Fine. I'll wear it."
9:30 came way too quickly, before I knew it I was in a carriage with Trey at the horses. It was about twenty minutes before we arrived at the castle and it was magnificent.
The architecture was amazing, the way the turrets (I think that's what they're called) were built in a circle around the main section in a way that made it flare with a royal aura.
"Now, how to get in?" Trey wondered, sliding out of his seat, to stand next to me.
I pondered on it for a while before finding a way in.
"Distract the guard at that door," I told Trey, pointing out the alert guard posted at a back entrance.
He gave me a sharp nod before walking over. A fake panicked look took over his face as he started shouting wildly at the guard, his eyes widened before running in the direction Trey was pointing. After about twenty second when I was sure I wasn't in his line of sight.
"You're welcome," Trey told me sarcastically, before ushering me inside the door. "I'll meet you out here at 11:30 sharp, okay?"
"Thank you, Trey," I said, earnestly. "I don't know what I'd do without you or Eddie."
He cracked a smile. "Go get your Prince Charming."
A/N: And because I'm so nice, an excerpt out of the next chapter:
Adrian's POV
Then she came into my line of sight. I began ignoring the brunette I had been talking to and followed this girl's every movement. Sunny blond hair flared as she turned to look me straight in the eye from across the room. Her honey golden eyes-that went so well with her fire red dress-filled with emotion that I could not place, it intrigued me.
I made my way across the room to her and took her hand.
"May I have this dance?"
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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! I had to add that last bit, it was swimming in my head for so long and I needed to put it down. Sunny blond hair and honey golden eyes…
CUTE!
Sydrian is awesome! Please review to see what happens-is it love at first sight for Sydney too? Most importantly… will she dance with him?
LOL I can imagine that: "May I have this dance?" "No."
Ha ha ha!