A Princess

[gothic_pocky_luvr]

First of all; this is NOT about wolves. Althought I love them, and hold them dearly to my heart I wanted to write a story about humans.
Actually, most of my stories are about humans. I have an overflowing binder full of stories about humans, but anyways, please read this and dont discriminate against humans or anything like that

Please give me feedback, positive or not. I can accept critiscism, I'm used to it, and gladly welcome it.
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Prologue


“Princess, you must come here immediately!” the guard cried. He stretched his hand out over the water and reached for the small girl balancing dangerously on a slippery rock in the middle of the river. She stared at his gloved hand as if surprised, but then turned away with a sneer on her face.
“No. I’m not coming.” She stated, sticking her pudgy nose up.
“You must, princess. The whole castle is waiting for you, and you can’t stand out there all night. You might fall!” the burly man protested.
“I won’t fall! I’m an expert on balancing. I practice ALL the time.” A particularly high wave crashed against the rock, soaking the princess’ skirt. She squealed and giggled, stepping up onto the tips of her toes.
“Princess Nyneve! Please come down! I’m begging you!”
A torrent of laughter came from a group of boys standing behind the guard. One of them stepped up to the water’s edge and called out to Nyneve.
“Hey, Ninny! When you gonna come down? Are you gonna stay up there forever?” he called.
The princess’ face twisted into a confused expression. “ What do you mean, Jevan? I thought you were going to tell me when I could come down?”
“Yeah, but I changed my mind. You can never come down!” the boy burst into laughter again, and ran back to his friends. They stumbled over one another as they hurried away from the river, leaving a very confused princess standing in the rapids.
“Princess? Will you come down now?” the guard asked carefully.
The princess was quiet for a few moments, her expression emotionless. Then she turned and glared at the guard. “I’m never coming down! I keep my promises, no matter what!” she stormed, her face alight with fury.
The guard was silent this time. He took one last glance at the stubborn princess, then fled to the castle.


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Pet's name: Jevan
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Pet's name: Nyneve
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PART ONE

Ten Years Later...

“Princess Nyneve! You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” an overweight lady in a flowery pink gown smothered Nyneve with the scent of expensive perfume. She beamed down at the girl and leaned in for a slobbery kiss.
“Really? I have?” Nyneve muttered as she wiped lipstick off her cheek.
“Of course!” the lady continued, staring pointedly at a handsome courtier in the corner. She patted Nyneve on the head and waddled off.
“How’s it coming?” Nyneve turned to find a tall, red-haired girl a little bit older than herself standing behind her. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around the girl. “Not good, I presume?”
“It’s awful! Why do I have to be nice to these people?” Nyneve complained. “I mean, really, that last lady told me I looked taller. I haven’t grown in three years! Was it this bad when you were here, Aneive?”
“Nope. I was a better princess than you are.” The older girl teased her. Aneive had been crown princess up until Nyneve ‘s tenth birthday. She had given up the crown to pursue the fine art of healing in a nearby village and had astounded the entire kingdom when she married a shepherd. As her younger sister, Nyneve got the crown, but she wasn’t much better than Aneive.
At age four she was found sneaking into the guard’s practices to watch them fight and wrestle. She preferred breeches to gowns and was constantly caught in the gardens with groups of mud- covered boys. As she got older, her Mother forced her to wear many- layered gowns and learn embroidery, but Nyneve still couldn’t let herself settle with the idea that she would be a prissy, ball-throwing crown- wearing queen. It didn’t help that she was only five foot three- and constantly reminded by everyone around her that girls, especially short girls, couldn’t become knights.
“Come on, the dance is starting. Mother wants you to dance at least once!” Aneive dragged her little sister into the ballroom, but not without much struggle and complaint.
“I can’t dance, and I don’t want to!” Nyneve whined. She scanned the room rapidly, but couldn’t find the queen anywhere. “Mother isn’t even here. How is she supposed to know if I dance or not?”
“Trust me, she has spies everywhere!” Aneive caught the eye of her husband standing in the corner. Even though he had on fine clothing (provided by the Queen) and was clean- shaven (for once) he looked completely out of place in the crowd of swirling gowns and flirty smiles.
“Go on. Go save him.” Nyneve urged her sister. The older girl smiled at her and pulled her into a quick hug.
“Thanks, Eve. Find someone to dance with. Trust me, you’ll be fine if you just try.” She whispered before rushing off.
Nyneve bit back an argument in her throat and headed over to a row of girls sitting in the corner.
“Eve. What are you doing over here?” one of them asked. Nyneve recognized her as the daughter of a low-rank silk merchant. She had chatted with her a few times in the market, but couldn’t remember the girl’s name.
“What do you mean? Can’t I sit wherever I want?” Nyneve asked stiffly.
“Well… yes, but this is where the girls who don’t have anyone to dance with sit. You don’t belong over here!” The girl said. Nyneve frowned and plopped down in the chair next to her.
“Why not? I have nobody to dance with!” she protested.
“But you could! You are prettier than the rest of us combined! Any man in here would be dying to dance with you!”
Nyneve remember the girl’s name now- Aleathia. It meant something about truth, and from the few times they had talked, Nyneve could tell that Aleathia was always kind and humble- it was too bad she would end up married off to some lord or duke in a far away castle taking care of a dozen kids. But that lifestyle would probably suit her in the end.
“Come on, Princess! Go ask someone!” Aleathia urged, smiling brightly at Nyneve.
“No thanks, I don’t really want to d-“ her words were cut off as a shadow loomed over the girls. She looked up to find a tall, dark haired man standing in front of her. He smiled when their eyes met, but Nyneve scoffed as he stuck out his hand.
“Princess.” He said, tilting his head cockily.
“Jevan.” She stated, glaring at him evenly.
“Would you care to dance with me?”
“No.”
Jevan didn’t look surprised, but merely grabbed Nyneve's hand and pulled her up next to him. She struggled, but he clamped a hand over her mouth and whispered; “The Queen is watching, and I’m sure she’ll find it very odd when you reject me. She’ll probably be very mad, won’t she?”
“I hate you.” Nyneve hissed, but she reluctantly placed her hand on Jevan’ s shoulder and allowed him to pull her onto the dance floor.

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2/2 PART ONE

“What have you been doing lately?” he asked as they spun around in the crowd.
“None of your business.” Nyneve growled.
“Yes it is- now tell me before I go to your mother and complain about your attitude.” Jevan sneered.
“I’ve been working on embroidering and I’m learning to play the lute. I went on a picnic with my friends the other day, and I think that Prince Geoffrey is adorable. Do you think that he’ll ask me to dance?” Nyneve asked in a sweet voice, smiling sweetly up at Jevan.
“You’re good at that!” he said between chuckles. “But, seriously, what have you been doing? I heard the Queen banned you from sword fighting.”
“Yes, she did. I have been taking out my excess anger by embroidering violent pictures on the hem of all my dresses and scaring the maids at night. There, I told you. Happy now?” Nyneve tugged on Jevan’ s shoulder, causing him to stumble and the pair fell out of the main crowd and into a corner.
“Really? What’s on that dress?” he asked, pointing at the bottom of Nyneve ‘s navy blue velvet gown.
“A hanging.”
“Really.” Jevan had an odd look on his face.
“Yes. And I don’t care what you think.” Nyneve pulled them back into the crowd of dancers, and the music swelled into a roaring tune.
“No, no, I don’t think it’s… well… I don’t know. You’re never going to change are you?” Jevan said in an unusually kind voice.
“No. And if anyone tries to stop me…” Nyneve glared again at her partner.
“I don’t think anyone will try to. It’ll be a wonder if you ever get married. If you had a different attitude…”
“Wha-“ Jevan cut her off with his hand.
“Lets just dance.”
They spun away in a cloud of silk, and when the song ended, Nyneve went off to the corner again and didn’t dance with anyone else for the rest of the night.

[11zoey11]

definetly continue
i like it alot

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Thankies I will

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PART TWO
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Nyneve rushed down the hall, emerald skirts flaring behind her. She raced around maids and kitchen boys, almost bumping them with her long red hair as she headed for her parent’s quarters. She pushed through the heavy wooden doors and bounced straight into her Mother, who was heading out.
They both fell to the floor, and a maid rushed to help the Queen up. Nyneve brushed herself off and carefully grabbed at the wall to steady herself.
“Nyneve! What is the meaning of this? You are running around like you are possessed!” her Mother whined, coughing into her silk sleeve.
“Aneive told me that you are thinking of arranging a marriage between me and a Duke Elswourth! Is that true?” Nyneve blurted out, towering over her mother, for once.
“Well… you are reaching 18, and it’s far past time that you settled down and figured out what you’re going to do with your life. Marriage is our first option, of course.” The Queen’s face remained emotionless and stony as she spoke calmly to her daughter.
“But… but I was going to be Queen! Not that I want to, but still! Who is going to take my place? I thought I was the Crown Princess!”
“Sit down, Nyneve. Your father and I decided that being the ruler of a kingdom would be to… to much of a burden on you. Your younger sister, Gwenievere, will take your place. And Duke Elswourth is a fine match for you.”
“You can’t do this! I am NOT marrying some hoity- toity duke who can’t see past the low neckline on my dress! And what do you mean, a fine match? I may not care much, but I do know enough to know that a Princess rarely marries a Duke.”
“You will marry Duke Elswourth if we tell you to. Nyneve, you have no choice in the matter. And I believe that a Princess of your… stature would be fine with a Duke. And royalty marrying below themselves is not unheard of.”
“Oh, don’t you dare pull that! You hated it when Aneive married a “lowly” shepherd, and there is no way you would ever marry off your daughter to a Duke, especially one who is known for getting drunk at parties and stealing his host’s jewelry and clothing!”
“Yes, well, Duke Elswourth was the only one who would accept your hand in marriage.” The Queen replied icily, glaring at her daughter.
Nyneve took a few shaky steps back and grabbed the doorknob behind her.
“Now do you understand? No man in his right mind would want to marry a girl who runs around in breeches and rolls in the mud. Duke Elswourth is the best match we could find. Now, I would like you to leave and go get dressed. It is not proper to be seen in your underclothes, Nyneve.”
Nyneve quietly walked out of the room and back down the hall. She reached her room and locked the door, sinking down onto the carpet and wrapping her arms around herself.
“Am I really such a disgrace?’ she murmured.

[eternalglitch]

Really good... continue all the way!

[wolfrunner]

AWSOME!!