A Total Drama Story, Hazbin Hotel Crossover Story
Demon's Daughter: Love Across the Divide
Chapter 2
Pondering
~Normal POV~
A new day had arrived in Hell as the warm blistering sun rose from the horizon over the city. Reaching yonder towards the palace where the Morningstar's lived. Through a large window, a peek of sunlight sneaked its way through the dark curtains of a bedroom. The light stretched out like a cat. Slowly touching the pale face of one sleeping young girl. At first, it was just a warm feeling upon her face, but then the light became uncomfortable.
Groaning, the sleeping girl turned around so the light wouldn't be in her face. She wasn't ready to wake up nor was she ready to be around people. That's the last thing she wanted to do. Opening one eye, she could see a small clock on her nightstand which read seven fifteen AM. Letting out another groan, the girl threw the covers over her head. She was not a morning person.
~Gwen's POV~
Dammit, why does it have to be morning already? It's too early for the sun to be out, and it's certainly too early for me to get out of bed. If I get up, I'll have to deal with everyone in the palace before I've had my morning coffee. No one should have to deal with me before I've had my coffee. Maybe if I close my eyes, I can forget all about the time and just fall back to sleep.
Knock, knock, knock.
Shit.
So much for falling back to sleep.
I pull the covers off my head before telling the person on the other side of the door to come in. Two seconds the door opens and in comes a servant. He was dressed as a classic butler with bright red eyes. Common for most Hellhounds. A dark gray wolf with black short hair. His name is Drake. Nice guy but takes his job seriously for my dad's sake. Just obsessed with getting everything on the schedule done. He stepped inside my room holding a schedule in his left hand.
"Good morning your highness. I hope you slept well.
I sat up, letting out a big yawn, "Morning Drake." I wasn't fully awake yet, but there was no point trying to sleep anymore.
"I have your schedule ready for today. Would you like me to read it to you?"
"Ugh, now's not the time for schedules." I picked up a small mirror off my nightstand to look at my reflection. Giving my hand a good lick, I laid down my hair that stuck up. "If I wanted to hear today's schedule this early, I'd have told you."
"Actually, your highness," Drake began. "Your father told me to give you your schedule for the day yesterday."
Of course, he did.
I put the mirror back on my nightstand, threw off the covers and got out of bed. Making my way to the bathroom, Drake followed and began to discuss my schedule for the day.
"Your father has made it clear that he wants you to focus on your lessons, and no sneaking out like last time."
"Okay, that wasn't my fault." I stated. "For the record, that tutor was being a dick. He wouldn't shut up about those complicated fractions. I had to get away from him before I died of boredom." I open and enter the bathroom to freshen up.
Drake continued to discuss the schedule, "As soon as you're dressed, you'll join your parents for breakfast before beginning your music lessons. That will go for an hour before your history lessons followed by your dance and paint lessons."
"Come on Drake," I say while washing my face, "Is the schedule really necessary?"
"Your father mentioned over and over that you must complete your daily schedules." He says, "Your sister went through the same thing when she was younger. Now you must do the same."
"Okay, but I just don't get it. Why must I follow such a strict schedule?" I say this while drying my face and getting my toothbrush ready. "If you ask me, my dad just wants to keep me busy so I'm less likely to try leaving the palace.
Drake gave a small shrug, "I'm sorry your highness, but when it comes to your father there's no changing his mind about something. He's a strict man who's thinking about your well-being."
I rolled my eyes as I brushed my teeth.
My well-being huh? Please, the man cares less about my well-being, and more about keeping me on a leash. I swear, if I was older and had permission I could leave home and live my own life like Charlie. Yeah, if only.
I rinse and spit then step out next to Drake, "Look, if I have to follow a schedule could I at least pick out what I want? I've told dad I don't like taking dance lessons. Honestly, they're a waste of time."
"I understand your dissatisfaction my lady, but your father said it's good to learn such formal dancing. Especially when you're at parties. There are many young royals out there who will want to dance with you. It's crucial for you to show a fine example to everyone." Drake explained, but I didn't want to hear it.
Having finished in the bathroom, I walked out making my way for the closet. I told Drake to wait outside so I could change. At least I would have a few minutes of silence. Soon as Drake left, I changed clothes. Nothing fancy, I like to keep it simple. My dad doesn't understand my taste in clothes. I usually wear black. My mom is fine with it, but dad thinks I should wear other colors, mainly red with a hint of white. Turn me into a carbon copy of him. As if sharing DNA isn't enough.
I'll bet Via doesn't get criticism on her choice of clothing, but it's not just clothes that my dad has a problem with. He's always given me and Charlie a hard time as we got older. What my dad calls tough love, I call being a dick. Charlie was lucky to have left home when she did. I only wish I could leave. It's not that I don't love my parents, I just can't stand being around my dad lately.
I put on a long see-through sleeved dress that went down a little past my thighs. I word black tights and knee-high boots. Same midnight blue color as my dress. The sleeves had ruffles as did the top. I put on my choker necklace and left my room. Drake followed me as we walked to the dining room. He kept going on about my schedule for the day. I wish I had taken some cotton from my pillow and stuffed it in my ears. I get that Drake is just doing his job, but must he take it seriously this early in the morning?
Picking up the pace, I hurried along too my destination. I thought about running, but even if I did, Drake would have kept with my pace like it was nothing. As I've said, he takes his job seriously. I stuck with speed walking the rest of the way. Two servants opened the dining room doors upon our arrival. My parents were already seated at the table waiting for me. A whole assortment of various breakfast food was spread out. The good China was laid out. Not sure why dad insists on using the good China for almost every meal. I took three steps forward and stopped.
Now I'll bet you're thinking why I did that? Did I have a reason or goal behind not going forward? No, it was nothing like that. The truth is, since I'm a princess, I'm supposed to give a formal greeting to my parents. First, I'll either bow or curtsey, I choose to bow most times. Secondly, I'm supposed to wait until my father gives the word to come forth. Right after he has me stand up straight to examine my clothes. As I said, he doesn't always like what I wear. If my attire doesn't meet his approval, I have to return to my room and pick a different outfit. Finally, as soon as I meet his approval, I can move forward, give my parents a kiss on the cheek, and sit down.
Okay, now how many of you thought I was being serious just now? Come on, just because I'm a royal princess doesn't mean my parents are that strict with what I do; although, the kiss on the cheek was true. And sure, my dad doesn't always approve of what I wear but it's not like I dress like a prostitute or go out to hook up with some sleaze bag. That, he respects.
I joined my parents at the table. Taking my place at my father's left side. My mother sat across from me on father's right side. I helped myself to a glass of orange juice just as father spoke up.
"Gwendalyn my dear, I trust you slept well last night."
I don't like it when he uses my full name, it's too formal and annoying, "Yes father, I slept fine."
"Excellent~ Did Drake read you your schedule for today?"
"Yes dad, he reviewed the schedule." I would have rolled my eyes if I wasn't being watched, "Why do I even have to follow a schedule? You know I'm not a big fan of dance lessons or doing those math lessons."
"Now, now Gwendalyn, all those lessons will come in handy someday. As a royal child of the Morningstar family, it is important to have these lessons to help you grow. One day you will take the throne and it will be your job to lead the people of Hell with honor and knowledge."
"Dad, Charlie's the oldest, she's next in line for the throne not me." I say to him, "I don't get the throne unless Charlie doesn't accept, and frankly, I don't want it." I'm not kidding, I'm not interested in taking over Hell.
"You're still young, you may change your mind." Dad's smile never leaves his face as he speaks, "Besides, Charlie's busy with that hotel nonsense of trying to redeem demons. Not that it'll ever work."
"Dear, don't be too harsh on Charlie's idea." My mother spoke up, "Her heart is in the right place."
"Well, I don't think it'll work. Demons can't be redeemed Lilith no matter how hard Charlie may try." He keeps talking, "I told her in the beginning that this was a ridiculous idea, and she still went through with it anyway. I don't understand her. Why would she ever think of something as stupid as redeeming demons? It's a waste of time."
I bite my lower lip to stop myself from saying something I may regret. I wanted to say something because I don't like dad talking down on Charlie like that. Maybe her idea won't work or maybe it will. Like mom said, her heart is in the right place. The least dad could do is show some support. What would he know about a good idea? All his ideas involve killing sinners. No questions asked.
He talks about being a good leader, but what about being a good father? Are Charlie and I nothing but pawns on a chess board that can never reach the other side and change into something greater? Something that would get dads attention. Show him that we're more than pawns that can only move one space at a time. Wow, okay I've been playing too much chess with my dad during his free time.
Not wanting to listen to my father ramble about Charlie's ideas, I pick up the pace with eating breakfast. The sooner I clean my plate, the sooner I can leave the table. Not that I'm looking forward to today's schedule, but all I want to do is get away from my dad. I chew and swallow my food as fast as I can. Mom noticed but didn't say anything. Dad was lost in thought that he didn't notice.
Just as I was taking the last bite of my waffle, dad spoke to me, "Oh, before I forget Gwendalyn there's one more thing you should know. I'll be joining you during your lessons today to see how well you're progressing."
I almost choke on my food when I hear this. I did cough a couple time, and I just managed to avoid choking. This was the last thing I had to hear. Dad, attending my lessons. That meant I'd have to be on my best behavior and avoid trying to sneak out. God dammit! I have to find out why he's coming to my lessons.
"Dad, since when have you taken an interest in coming to my lessons? You've never come to observe my lessons. You're always busy with your own work."
"I've taken an interest since your tutors have told me about you sneaking off during lessons." He replied casually but gave me a stern look, "You know how I feel when you are sneaking away from your lessons."
And he should know how I feel about taking these shitty lessons by now.
"Darling," Mom speaks to dad, "Isn't watching Gwen a little much? We need to trust her more, and the best way to start is by leaving her to do her lessons by herself."
"True as that may be Lilith, Gwendalyn has skipped out on too many lessons. I'm going with her today to ensure that she follows through with her lessons." Dad was serious about this and talking him out of it was not an option.
Fuck my life.
Simple but well detailed if I do say.
The next chapter will be more interesting.
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