I sat on my bed in my Of Mice and Men shirt and gray sweatpants. Not typical dress for a princess. But then again, not every princess has bands like Bring Me The Horizon and Suicide Silence blaring through her speakers. I heard a faint knock at my door.
"Miss Wendy, it is time to get ready for dinner. Would you please open the door?"
That's me. Wendy. Or more formally, Princess Wendy Louisa Marguerite Stella of the Royal Harrison House of the Kingdom of Caraval.
It's a mouthful, I know. Try writing it out.
I opened the door to my nurse, Cassadee. She's been like a mother to me since I was seven. With my parents always to busy being king and queen of our country, raising my brother and I went to the back burner.
Cassadee walked in my room and over to my stereo. She stood there a moment lightly nodding her head to the beat, and then turned it down. "You know your parents don't like you listening to that music."
I sighed. My parents didn't realize how important music was to me. It got me through the hell that was my life. Being a princess is not all its cracked up to be.
Being around Cassadee so much made me realize my love for that type of music. She was to one who got me my merch and CDs and posters. I'm so grateful for that.
"I know, but I just needed to calm my nerves. I don't want to go to dinner tonight," I said defiantly.
"You never want to go to dinner with your family," she smiled.
"I realize, but especially tonight."
You see, tonight is the night we arrange my marriage with Prince Matthew of Aliviar. I'm not looking forward to be married at sixteen. Especially to an immature seventeen-year-old, who is arrogant and stuck up and an all-around ass.
She walked over to me, "Lets get you dressed. The sooner you get down there, the sooner it'll be over."
I grumbled curses as I trudged over to my closet. I pulled out a knee length white sundress with purple roses on it. I buckled a yellow belt around my waist, to match the centers on the roses, and slipped on matching heels. I left my hair in its natural curly form and did my make-up. I stepped out of the bathroom and had Cassadee walk me down to the dining room.
"You know, he could possibly be not as bad as you think he is," Cassadee offered with her warm smile.
I laughed, "Fuck, he could be the most charming and kind guy alive, I still wouldn't want to marry him."
We neared the door to the dining room. Cassadee stopped me outside the door. "Miss, you are very headstrong. Never change." And with that she turn on her heel and I walked in.
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Everyone stood as I neared the table. Of course, the only empty seat was next to Matt. I nodded at everyone and took my seat with everyone else and all conversation resumed. I zoned out until I felt a hand on my leg. I looked to my left to see Matt grinning like the Devil as I felt his fingers make their way to my thigh. I let out a small yelp, which made everyone turn.
"Wendy, dear, whatever is the matter?" my mother asked.
"Nothing, mother. Just anxious for dinner."
"Then why don't you get those nerves out by taking a walk. I'm sure Matthew would accompany you on a walk around the garden," my father recommended.
Which really meant, "Go take a walk with your fiancé, now."
I plastered on a fake smile and stood, "What an excellent idea, Father," I said through gritted teeth. I offered my hand to Matt "Come along, Matthew." He took my hand and pulled me to the door. When we reached the garden and were out of eye sight, I pulled my hand out of his clutches and sat on a stone bench. He sat next to me and I inched away. He reached for my hand and I pulled it away. He reached for my face, I slapped at his hand.
"What's your problem?" he scoffed.
"You're my problem. Do you understand I want to be left alone?"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his face and kissed me roughly. He bit hard at my bottom lip and drew blood. His tongue running all over, begging for entrance I would not grant.
I stomped on his foot and he pulled away with a yelp. I walked away in a huff. He raced after me and grabbed my arm again. "Aw come on, babe. You know you like it. Won't you allow me to kiss those perfect lips?" He dove in again, but my knee met his groin before our lips touched. He doubled over in pain.
"Fuck off," I yelled and stomped back towards the palace. When I was out of his eye sight, I bolted towards my room and locked my door.

Notes

Okay, so hey. this is my first story, yay c:
hope you like it.
ill post a second chapter soon
im sorry if there are spelling errors, I was just really excited to get it up.
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~Caroline

side note: im posting the same exact story on ao3, so you can read wherever you want I don't care. heres the link...Somewhere In Neverland
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