"Where did the boys go?" Alya asks as I walk over to her. "They left." "Aw that sucks. The one with glasses was kind of cute." I fake gasp. "Did Alya Cesaire, Princess of Arendelle just admit to finally finding someone attractive for herself?"
"Come on it's not that big of a deal." "It kind of is. You never say that about a guy unless the guy is for me or Chloe." "Whatever." She says and I giggle.
"Marinette, I wanted to tell you that you actually did a decent job so far with keeping proper etiquette." My mother says as she makes her way towards us. "Thank you mother."
"I heard about your ankle cramp and I ordered the medic to check on it tomorrow morning." "That won't be necessary. It's already feeling better."
"Being strong? I like it honey." Honey? She hasn't said that in a while. She only uses that word when she's proud of me. I can't help but smile.
"Exactly how a Queen must always portray herself. You may be more ready for this than you think." She adds before she walks away. "Honey." I mumble to myself with a wide smile.
"You had an ankle cramp earlier?" Alya asks and I turn to her. "Hm? Oh- Uh no. I lied to the guard so the guys could sneak out." "What guys?" "Luka! It's good to see you." Alya says.
"It's a pleasure to see you as well Alya. How have you been?" "I've been good and you?" "Even better now that I get to marry Marinette." "Against my will may I add." I say. "I'm sorry love, but this wasn't my decision."
"You could always put a stop to it. Your parents adore you Luka. All you have to do is simply tell them you want out." "I was raised never to lie. It would be an honor to marry you."
"Then I guess it's a shame that you won't be the one to marry me. I will find a way out of this arrangement Luka. With or without your help." "It'll be without Marinette." "Then I see no reason to stay here and talk to you." I say and walk away.
Alya giggles and follows me. "Girl what was that?" She asks while she continues giggling. "I'm sorry. I just really don't want to marry him." "Ohh. So this is about Adrien?" "What exactly would be about Adrien?" "You like him M."
"That has nothing to do with this! Like I said, I just don't want to marry Luka." "You're not denying it!" She says with a smile. "Shut up! Nothing will ever happen because as of right now I am betrothed." "Like you said, against your will."
"He likes you too. I can tell." She adds. "Don't get my hopes up Al. He hates royals." "Well he was asking about you and Luka." "As do a lot of people. That doesn't mean anything."
"If he didn't like you then he wouldn't go somewhere private to talk to you." "That's probably only because I'm the Princess. He might feel obligated to." Alya rolls her eyes. "You're completely hopeless." She says as we walk into my room.
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"Marinette, since you did an amazing job at the ball last night, your father and I will allow you to invite 2 friends." My mother says over breakfast.
"Aside from Princess Alya and Princess Chloe, since they will already be staying here." My dad adds. "So 4 friends in total?" They nod.
"That's wonderful! I'm extremely greatful. Thank you mother, thank you father." I say remembering to be lady like. "May I be excused?" My mother nods and as soon as I'm out of their sight I run up to my room.
"Alya guess what!" I say as soon as she answers the phone. "What happened?" "My parents allowed me to invite 4 friends over today!" "That's amazing M! I hope I'm on the list."
"Hmm I'll consider it." "If I'm not on the list I will literally kill you." She says as she walks into my room and hangs up the phone.
"Where did you go? You missed breakfast." "I went to town square hoping to run into Nino, but no luck." "Maybe you should go back. I'll go with you and help you look for him. I've been wanting to look around town square."
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FanfictionMarinette is the princess of France. With her parents stepping down from the throne, she must take their place. In order to do that she needs to get married to royalty. King Tom and Queen Sabine arrange for her to marry Luka, Prince of Weselton, but...
