"Are you mixed? Cause you look half fine and half mine"
-"Oh, so we're going smooth with it? 😏"
"I thought you might wince and never talk to me ever again 😂"
-"Doesn't seem like I have a choice now, do I?😂"
...
It's a world where one must complet...
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Oh god, breathe. It's fine. You're only meeting the man you've dreamed about since you first started talking to him. It's no big dea-
"Your highness, I'm going to need you to stop shivering... and shaking in order for me to button up this dress properly" Darce mockingly smiles, looking up at me from her kneeling position.
"Sorry, carry on"
I suck in a breath, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair flowing down freely, a clip on the side just to secure it. On my neck is a silver necklace with a flower pendant my father gave me when I was ten. Simple silver bracelets on both my arms, matched with two rings on my left pinky and middle finger.
My dress is a replica of what my mother wore when my father first saw her, and I thought it was really cute. It's a simple violet dress that hugs my body to the inch until my upper thighs, then flow down from the back.
Yes, I'm out of my corsets.
My bedroom door opens, and father steps in, then smile at me warmly, "You look like a queen, Kat"
I grin, doing a little twirl.
"I know right?! Our baby is growing up too fast" mother hugs me, cutting off my oxygen.
"Okay dear, let her go. We need her alive to meet..."
"Zade" I help.
"To meet Zade" father looks at mother.
She rolls her eyes, slapping his chest, "Whatever, it's my favorite daughter's big night!"
"I'm your only daughter... and child for that matter" I cross my arms.
"Thus my favorite"
I chuckle, shaking my head.
Father opens his mouth to tell something, but there's a knock on the door, "Your majesties, they're here"
Oh god, don't fucking panic, you can do this.
Okay, this is how it's gonna go, you walk out there, he comes out, he meets my family, he meets me, we hug, the first kiss in public, I drag him inside, push him inside my room, and the rest is history.
At least that's how I want it to go.
"You ready?" Father holds out his arm, and I grab it, "No"
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