Taming the Princess
(Her hair is blonde)
Mirabella sighed when she heard her father calling for her all the way from the dinning hall and turned, quickly making her way to the large double doors, waving hi to anyone that she passed as she did. She took a deep breath and opened the door, slowly making her way into the room, looking into the stern old man's face that was her father. He always seemed angry. Well, maybe it was her fault for getting into trouble so much, but he didn't have to always get so worked up about it.
She smiled sheepishly and shut the door, walking up to his throne, "Yes father?"
He crossed his arms, "Where were you at lunch time?"
"I was feeling ill father."
He sighed, placing a hand to his forhead, "Mirabella Aiontette Sion. I saw you sparring with the knights. It's not lady like for a princess to play with swords, and weapons and such. How are you ever to find a husband if you keep acting like this."
She sighed and walked up to his throne, sitting on the arm of it, "Father, sword fighting is good exercise. Better than staying in the library all day like those two sisters do. And besides, you know as well as I do, that I have plenty of time for a husband, seeing as I want to wait until after my sisters are wedded. I've told you this already."
He looked at her and chuckled, "Dear, you are just as beautiful, if not more so, then your sisters. Why wait?"
She stood, "I'm seventeen. I want to live life before settling down, and if I wait for my sisters to do so, then I will have at least two or even three years, before I am to wed. Besides, even you said yourself since I am the youngest it is likely I will get married last anyway."
They both looked over as the door to the throne room opened and in came a messanger, "Sire, the prince is here."
He nodded, "Send him in."
Mirabella looked at him, "More suitors?"
"Remember, just my sisters."
"Of course, my dear, now run along, so I may speak to the boy. And no running off to spar with the knights."
She laughed, "Yes father." Then walked off, passing by the prince and his company as she did, heading outside.
(You can also play the king when you want. He can be a shared character)
Prince George arrived at the kingdom, after a weeks journey. Nothing was to exciting about the journey, excepted for the rain. When he reached the palace, it seemed well organized and maintained. Better than any other kingdom he had ever entered. After fishing through the town and greeting a few people, he made his way up to see the king. George followed a few guards to the throne where the king sat. "Wait here." Said one of the guards. He waited outside the double doors, one hand on his sword and the other holding him helmet. He looked around the hallway, seeing different paintings and curtains hang. He walked over to the open window and noticed that it was going to rain some more.
"The King will see you now, Prince George." said the returning guard. The prince turned around and made his way into the room. He noticed one of the daughters was leaving. He stopped in his tracks to bow kindly at her, before taking a good look at her face. He smiled, "Nice to met you." he said softly. He watched her leave the room before focusing his eyes on the King. "Hello. I am Prince George the second." He stated, holding out his hand for the king. The king took his hand and shook it. "Ah yes! You must be the prince everyone has been talking about!" laughed the king.
"Yes sir." the prince replied. "I hate to rush things, but may I ask which daughter that was?" He asked. "That is my youngest. She is beautiful isn't she? asked the king. "Oh yes, she is." the prince said with a smile. "I'm sorry though, she isn't planning to marry till the other two are wedded, which I hope you can take one of their hands." said the king.
The prince smiled and nodded his head. "I am sure I will fall in love with one of your daughter. Could I meet them?" he asked. "Yes, yes!" said the king. "Follow me, I can lead you to where they are. I believe they are outside near the courtyard." the king stated. The king lead them both out near the courtyard to greet everyone together. "Daughters!" he called out. "Could you come here for a short moment?" he called out after them.
At the sound of their father's voice two woman came immediately and obediently to their father, saying a quick 'yes sir'. Each seemed very excited about the prince visiting, unlike Mira who had simply given a stern nod to the prince when passing him before. One princess trying fixing her somewhat frizzy hair from the humidity, while the other tried to stand somewhat in front of her sister in hopes to gain more attention from the prince. That wa another reason Mira couldn't stand to be around her sisters. They were just too boy crazy and much too eager to marry any man that came their way. It was almost to the point of a competition with them. Almost as if they were trying to see who could get married first. Well, that was one competition Mirabella didn't want to be a part of.
Mira tried to be good. She really did. But sometimes people just annoyed her to no end. She always had men telling her what to do. It sickened her that some women allowed men to control their lives. That was why she never wanted to get married. Even so, if she wasn't married, Every once and a while, a man would try to tell her how to act. And she had just gotten through yelling at one for doing so. It had been a high class young man, just a few years older then herself. He had tried to tell her that a Lady sound not walk around barefoot, which she had been doing at that moment. He got chewed out by her and was lucky she didn't have something she could throw or else he might have been knocked out.
She had to blow off steam and there was only one thing she would know to be best. From under her bed, she pulled out some more casual clothes. It was a plain top and a skirt. Under the skirt, she wore tight pants that only came to her knees, that way it couldn't be shown she was wearing them, unless she fell, which was the whole purpose of her wearing them, so the men didn't see her under garments.
She made her way out of her room, which was in a tower, and down the stairs, outside. She saw the leader of the gaurd quickly and easily, telling stories with the others while standing near the tree line just outside the courtyard, "Lucentio. I want to practicing my sword fighting."
"M'lady, your father--"
"Forget what my father said. I want to sword fight. That's an order."
The man sighed and grabbed two swords before coming back to where she was and the two, right there, just a good twenty yards from where the other men in the guard were, began to fight, she herself easily keeping up. He tired to swing at her with the sword, but she ducked under his arms before ramming into him with her shoulder. He fell to the ground before she stuck down with the sword, it going straight into the ground beside his head, "I win. Again." The two went at it again, over and over, each time the fights getting more intense and the princess never letting her guard down.
Prince George stood there, wondering why the two girls had been trying to get his attention, as if he wasn't their. Although noticed them, he didn't see any interest with both the girls. He smiled softly and walked up to the oldest. "Good afternoon, M'lady." he reached out and grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. He looked at the other sisters and gave her a soft nodded, and kissed her hand too. Being polite, he turned back to the king and shook his hand. "Sir, all do respect, I would like to met your youngest again." He said. He smiled softly and looked back up to towards the sky. "Ah.. Aren't my two daughters standing before you beauitful?" asked the king, knowing he was trying to convince him to try for one of the older daughter. "Yes sir, they are gorgeous, but I would like to have a small talk with the other. We didn't properly met each other." George asked calmly. The king sighed and and smiled at his daughter. He waved them on and turned his heels, heading to another direction. George quickly followed the king, in silence. George began to hear the rumbling roar of the thunder spreading across the kingdom.
"My daughter will be out somewhere. I am sure she is with one of the guards." said the king, in a stern voice. George couldn't tell if he was annoyed with him, or was annoyed at the idea of his daughter being with another person. They both finally reached a smaller court yard, noticing the younger daughter playing with a sword, and the guard joining her. "Mira!" snapped the king. George looked over at the daughter and smiled. Seeing nothing wrong with her doing such a task, he could tell the king was upset at her for doing the task. "Sir, let me handle this. After all, I do want to met your daughter." said George softly, placing his hand onto the kings shoulder. The king looked and George and nodded, turning his body and walking away. George looked over at the daughter and nodded. "Good afternoon." He walked around the stoney entrance and made his way up to her. He smiled softly and then pulled his sword out. "I want to try for myself, M'lady." he said softly, gripping his sword and bring it up for her to accept his request.
Mira was having a good time sword fighting, and the fight was getting more and more intense as it went on. A grin spread across her face as she lifted her sword, ready to win yet another round, when her father bellowed her name, causing her to flinch and sigh in annoyance, and the guard whom had been sparring with her slink off to avoid getting in trouble with the king yet again for his daughters antics. She slowly turned, sheathing her sword, expecting another one of her fathers long and boring lectures about how 'proper ladies didn't play with weapons, wear such clothes, and much less try to take on a man's sport. But, she surprisingly didn't get that lecture. There with her father was the prince that was visiting their kingdom. He spoke a few quiet words to her father, though what they were she didn't know because of the distance between she and the prince. But, it seemed her father was leaving her be for now, walking off. She bent down, picking up her sword, about ready to go find the guard again so she could spar with him once more, when the prince spoke, walking around the stone wall and through the metal gate at the entrance of the courtyard. Whatever he wanted, Mira was not interested in. She mumbled a 'good afternoon' obviously displeased with his presence.
She expected him to see her displeasure and walk away, like most men did. Most men avoided her because of her often sharp tongue and rough around the edges personality. If it weren't for her being the most becoming of the three princess, she doubted men would even try to get close to her.
Carefully Mira began to fix the lace of her shoe, when the Prince spoke once more. She looked up at him in confusion, face to face with the point of his sword. So, he wanted to spare with her? She glared in annoyance up at him as she stood up straight, unsheathing her sword once more, "You challenge me? What, do you wish to receive from such a task? To make a mockery of me? Or is you asking just a way to patronize and scorn me?" She asked, giving him a cold and angry look before she lifted her sword, hitting it roughly against him with what seemed to be little effort, "Though, I suppose it doesn't matter, now does it? Well then, your highness. If it is sparring practice you wish for, then I shall give you more then your are worth." And wish that, she swung at him once more, a loud clanging filling the air, along with the sound of thunder as dark clouds hung overhead. Soon, without much warning, the rain from above starting pouring, and though it left her soaked, long blond hair hanging slightly in her face, Mira was not about to stop her attacks.
George grew a small smile on his face. He looked up towards the rain and raised his sword. "M'Lady, I have no intentions to mock you. I wasn't going to patronize or scorn you. I am simply here to have a nice one on one battle with you. If this is your thing, than I would like to do it with you. I would like to know you a bit better. At lease you aren't running over your head to greet me and flattening your hair to impress me. You are yourself, and that is what I wanted to see." He said softly. He took his hand and wiped his hair back to get it out of his eyes. The rain was spilling into his eyes, making a bit hard to see her. He pointed his sword at her for a moment, and bowed his head towards her, before taking the first swing towards the princess. He was careful where is swung his sword. He didn't need the king to behead him for playing a sword fight with the princess. He hoped the princess wouldn't take it to hard on him, knowing that might not be the case. He blocked a attacked from the princess and smiled. "I'm Prince George." he pushed back against her sword. He stepped back, causing the pressure of the two swords to loosen, and gaining a better grip of his sword. He pushed and slid his sword away from hers and sung at another angle towards her.
"You have no reason to 'get to know me'. I am not one of the charges you have the option to marry. If you are looking for a maiden to get close to, go seek out my sisters." She stated coldly, her blade smacking against his when he swung. He said his name while hitting her sword once more, which the name was was really of no use to her. She wasn't going to speaking him causally, other then maybe as one of her sister's fiance/husband. But either way, she supposed it would be un-polite to not introduce herself as well now that he had introduced himself, "Princess Mirabella." Metal clanged more as she began to swing at him more intensely, the rain starting to pour down from the skies heavier then before. Normally she would have called it a draw with the guard and went inside. But, she wasn't about to shown up by some prince. No, she wouldn't allow it. She grunted when he pushed his sword against hers. Now that was a dirty move, given that while she was more swift with her swings, he was by far stronger then she. She pushed back, struggling to keep it at a even ground, only to stumble ever so lightly when he loosened the pressure. She turned and ducked, moving to go under his arm when his sword swung at her from his new angle, then spun back, swinging once more, her sword clashing against his again.
If her father saw her doing this with the prince, he would likely have both of their heads(maybe not in a literal sense, but he would be pretty angry). Her father had always disapproved of her interest in things mostly men did. He said it was un lady like. Frowning upon by the nobles and shamed him in front of important people. And to shame one's father was a big thing any daughter did not want to do, seeing as their father's ruled over them until they were wedded. But, she just couldn't help herself. She didn't want to be filed and grouped with her sisters. Her sisters hated her for how different she was. She didn't even want to be around them. She much preferred to be with the knights, or even the horses, more so then her own sisters. Too bad she didn't have any brothers. Maybe he would understand and coach her. Oh well, no point in wishing for something she obviously didn't have. At least she had the knights to coach her and teach her. It wasn't so bad then. As long as her father never caught her.
She swung at him again, the ground and hilt of her sword beginning to get slick.
He pushed against his sword, feeling her strength. He could tell she was strong, much stronger than he had realized. He figured she had a lot of practice with the guards, and she knew what she was doing. He noticed their swords where slipping. He stepped back and loosened the swords and broke apart. He held it up higher and swung towards her ribs. She caught the swing and pushed she sword up and breaking apart once again. George smiled at her before clinging their swords together again. "I must say, you are very, very good at this." He pushed a little to hard against her sword and pushed her onto the ground, place his sword a foot away from her neck. "Very good indeed. I wouldn't mind having more practice with you." He said softly, putting his sword away. He reached down and held out his hand towards her. "I understand you many not was to be considered for marriage, but at lease I would like to get to know you. Since, I will be your brother-in-law." He stated nicely at her. If she was going to become family, he wanted to know the family before marrying in. He helped her up and let go of her hand. "Lets get you out of this rain and into something dry. If you like, we can try again tomorrow?" He smiled softly at her.
He began to lead her into the stony hallway. He stopped her for a moment and moved some of her hair out of her face and fixed her hair a bit. "I don't want your father thinking we fought. I would rather him think we got caught in the rain by mistake, if he happens to see you. I highly doubt your father approves of this fighting." He said. He turned to her side and began to walk with her, into the castle. "Your very talented, where did you learn such moves?" He asked her softly. He had no intents to try anything, but to learn more about her.
Mirabella was very surprised how well the prince was doing. Though, what could she really expect from a prince? He would of course have had lessons and such from the best in his kingdom, since most princes and kings went to war at some point in their lives. She swung again and their swords pressed together again before she was pushed back, falling back onto the wet grass with a soft gasped, feeling the cold blade right next to her neck. When he held his hand out to help her up, she wasn't about to be shown as helpless and proposely ignored the hand, standing up on her own, brushing herself off, "Even if you are my soon to be brother-in-law, there really is no need to get to know me even then. After the marriage you and my sister will go to your kingdom. Probably to never return depending on when you are to become king." Standing up straight, she rolled her shoulders back, re-sheathing her sword, responding to his comment on maybe sparring again the next day, "Maybe." Though if she knew her father, she had a feeling he would keep the prince busy with her sisters and not give him much chance to do anything else. That's the way it was when her very oldest sister, who was now around twenty five and married off to a king of a far away land, had a suitor come. Her father had kept the prince, now king, busy all day without much of anything else.
She walked down the hallway, her clothes clingy and soaked, her damp and dripping long blonde hair hanging slightly in her face. She was pulling down the him of her dress lightly, when she felt the prince's hand in her hair, pushing it back. Before he could do much to it though, she jerked back, looking at him like he was crazy, "Do NOT touch me. EVER." She stated clearly and threateningly, hand on the hilt of her sword to make it more of a point. Glaring at him for another moment, she turned on her heel, walking silently to her bedroom. Once there, she took a warmed bath and slipped on what was considered a simpler dress to nobles, seeing as it didn't have as many layers as most. By the time all of this was finished and it was time for dinner, she walked into the dining hall, sitting down quietly, feeling her father was still quite annoyed with her sword fighting earlier. She sighed and up straight, watching as her two sisters chatted excitedly about how handsome and polite the prince was. She just rolled her eyes and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as they awaited for the prince to arrive in the dining hall.
(the dress she is wearing)
The prince was taken back about her comment. He didn't mean to cause any harm, but nodded his head and turned away from her. He didn't make a word, but made his way into the castle. He felt a bit bad, but wouldn't show his disappointment. Once he reached his room, he slipped off his armor and sword. He walked over to the tall mirror placed in the corner and sighed. He wasn't sure if any of the daughters would suit him. He slid off his over shirt and tossed it into a corner, and opened the wardrobe provided for him. Everything looked very nice to wear, and was unsure what to wear. After all, he was trying to impress the daughters. Deciding to wear something conformable, he slid on a green shirt and pants. He picked up his sword once again and tightened it around his waist. He looked over towards the window and noticed night was beginning to fall. He heard a soft knock on his door. "Ah, yes?" he called out. One of the servants replied saying dinner would start shortly. He walked over to the desk that was near his bed and wrote a three small notes. One to each of the girls.
One was to the oldest, asking her to met him in the morning near the court yard. The second was to the middle daughter, asking her to lunch out beyond the castle walls, and wear something light. They would do a small hike. The third was to the youngest. He asked her to met her in the highest tower, tonight when the moon reached it's highest point in the sky. He wanted to apologized for what happen, in person. He folded each paper up and put their names onto the papers and pocketed them. He opened his wooden door and slowly made his way to the dining hall. Once he made his way to the dining hall, he noticed the rain was starting to let up. He opened the doors and noticed all three girls were at the table, and the king waiting for him to join. "Good evening." As he walked to his seat, he slipped each of the girls the notes. Two of the girls giggled and squealed at each other. He sightly moaned and looked at the king. He walked over to the king and whispered into his hear what he had planned for each of the girls. The king nodded in agreement, fanning his hand out to guide him to sit down. The prince sat down and looked around at the girls and smiled.