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Hii, this is just a short first chapter of something that I’ve been meaning to write for some time now, I just haven’t gotten to it because idk if anyone will actually read it . So this is kinda just a tester to see if anyone actually cares lmao😭

just some background info, both main characters are princesses, and this is set in the 1800’s

"Sit up straight" the older woman hissed thumping her daughter on the head. "I didn't raise you to act like an animal." A wave of nausea fell over the princess, she never wanted to marry. Especially not to some random prince whom she had never even met. She wanted to be a writer. She'd write poems, songs and fantasy stories. Clementine loved romance poems. Every night she would imagine what it would be like to loved, fall asleep to the thought of being held and appreciated. But the girl knew she would never be able to feel that type of love, at-least not with him.

Him: The prince of Vermont, soon to be King. The Prince searched far and wide for the perfect wife and potential queen. All of Europe, America, Asia and Africa. Every Princess around the world was taken into account and considered. But eventually, Clementine was chosen. So now here she was, in a carriage on her way to Vermont Palace. Ready to meet her prince, her future husband. Everybody had heard about him and his family. The most famous and influential family in the entire world; The Vermont's. And possibly in a few short months, if everything goes as planned, she will be apart of that family.

She was nervous. So, so nervous. In the distance she could see the grand Palace. Hundreds of people crowding, staring into the carriage trying to get a glimpse of the soon-to-be Princess of Vermont. Her nerves only grew as she heard the murmurs and whispers of the people passing by.

"Clementine, if you screw this up for us I promise you, I will never let you see the light of day again. This could be so good for us, for the family. Do NOT mess this up." Her mother said angrily, staring daggers into her daughters eyes. Clementine could only nod. 

"Good. Now stop slouching, and get out."

For a second Clementine was confused. Then the carriage door swung open and the sound of people cheering was heard from the outside.

Her mother stared at her, as if waiting for something. "Go." She demanded. The princess nodded and slowly pulled herself up and out of the carriage.

The scene before her was something she had never seen before. Crowds of people gathered in 2 rows, either side of her, held back by guards holding swords. At the far end of the street was 4 people. Now, Clementine had never met these people, but she could immediately tell who they were. The silk gowns and dazzling jewels were a dead giveaway, The Vermonts.

A older woman, with dusky wavy hair held back by a bejewelled hair clip. A golden silk gown, covered with various patterns sewed into the sleeves. And on top of her head, a gorgeous crown sat glistening in the sunlight. It was clear she was the queen, not because of the crown but from the way she demanded attention, dominance oozed from her.

Then standing next to her side, a man, slightly taller than the queen. Brown hair the fell just above his shoulders and a blue silk suit adorned with a silver crown. Not as extravagant as the Queens crown, but just as beautiful.

Then she saw him. Her future husband. There he stood measuring just over six feet, the blonde prince wearing head to toe white silk. A milky shirt covered by a snowy waistcoat. White trousers and some calf high boots.

The soon to be couple made eye contact, Clementines breathe hitched and she swallowed audibly. She couldn't tell if it was out of dread or excitement (or possibly both, she didn't know). She watched the man carefully as he nodded his head at her, a way of greeting her with actually saying anything. Before she could do anything back though, the princess' eyes were ripped away from the princes'. Her breathe was caught in her throat and she stopped in her tracks. There, coming into view from behind the prince, was who she can only assume was an angel.

A woman: around 5'6, brown curly hair pulled up into a high bun, a few strands pulled from the front to frame her face. Cat-like eyes looking around in curiosity. She was nothing short of a goddess. Clementine could not deny she was undoubtedly the most angelic creature she had ever had the privilege to lay her eyes on. Clementine couldn't help but feel...funny. She didn't know what it was but she had never felt this way before. It reminded her of something she had read in a book. "Hear my soul speak: the very instant that I saw you. My heart fly to your service"

Clementine didn't know who this woman was, but in that moment she knew. She knew, she would do anything that woman asked of her.

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GUYS IM SORRY ITS SHORT AND IDEK IF ANYONES GONNA READ THIS BUT IM VERY OPEN TO CRITICISM BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIRST FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN SO ANYTHING THAT I CAN IMPROVE ON PLEASE TELL ME 🙏🙏🙏

also if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes please tell me so I can fix them, thank you💕💕💕

it’s so unrealistic that fantasy warriors remember where each and every one of their scars came from or that each one is from an extremely notable fight

like i want a character that has no fucking clue where half of their scars came from could be from the battle of rosamel could be from when i cheated at cards last week and got a beer bottle smashed over my head