Perfection Deception

Time To Prepare

"So you just so happened to forget to tell me that your father is royalty?" Emme hissed. "That's not exactly a minor detail."

"Oh please, grow up." Marvel shot back as they climbed down an especially steep part of the mountain. "It's not even like he's expecting much from a princess, so don't even bother trying to impress. It's not like you can just imagine yourself becoming clean, or just imagine a new pair of clothes. Oh, wait. . ." he said, sarcasm weighing his voice down.

He turned to raise an eyebrow at her, and she rolled her eyes. When he turned his back to her, she scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue at him. She knew it was childish, but she couldn't help herself.

Once again, he stopped short, and once again, she bumped into him and almost sent the flying down the mountain. "Do you mind?" he shouted. "We almost died because of you. Again."

She set her jaw and puffed out her chest. "If it means you're not bothering me anymore, then I'm okay with that."

He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes, almost as if he was telling himself to keep it together. She smirked, pleased that she had the ability to bother him. He opened his eyes, spun on his heels, and started walking at a brisk pace, and Emme got the idea that he wanted to leave her as far behind as possible. they had been walking for a while when suddenly he came to a halt and looked straight at her. "We're here."

"What?" she said lamely. She had been so caught up in her mind that she hadn't even seen where she was going.

He snickered. "I said, 'we're here'. That means that it's time to clean up."

"Oh!" she exclaimed. She looked down and pictured her favorite dress. It was currently sitting in her closet, just waiting for her to put it on, though she didn't need to have it in front of her to know what it looked like. She closed her eyes and thought I wish for this to be true and true with all consequences. When she looked down, she was wearing her favorite floral peach sundress. It hugged her body up until her waist, when it fell gracefully to her knees. The spaghetti straps were usually appropriate, but since she wanted to make a good impression she imagined a sky blue cardigan, and soon felt the light weight resting on her shoulders.

She was ready to meet the king.

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Hello! Sorry about the short chapter...it was really just a filler. I promise next chapter will be better! That's all for now...

xoxo Viv