Most people dream of being a royal, having a lavish lifestyle of endless jewellery and warm clothes, I also have that dream. Unfortunately, I don't that those luxuries. I am just me, and that is Y/n. But does saving a boy from being wrecked by some...
Personally, I think the king might have thought I stank a bit. I mean I am literally a homeless teenager whose only source of hygiene is a lake that is only accessible in the summer and I am in a luxurious and rich palace, plus why else would the king order me to this room? On the plus side, he allowed me to wear any of the clothes in this room.
One of the regal butlers guided me into a room. But hold up this wasn't any room. It was a magnificent room. No, it was a draw-dropping room! Wait, it was a fantasy room. I will be straight with you there was no word in the oxford dictionary to describe this room.
Floral vines crawled across the walls and sheer fabric that was drapped along the bed. The flowers that embedded themselves in the forest green ropes consisted of mostly pastel pink, purple and white tulips and roses. Elegant windows that curved into semi-circles at the top fulfilled the room with natural lighting. Next to the windows was a cultivated, pearl white desk with a cauldron of flowers and golden candlesticks resting on top. A cushioned stool was placed directly in front of the desk patiently waiting to be used. Centrally in the room was a ginormous bed covered in a silk duvet and velvety pillows. At the end of this bed was a pliant, grey sofa, why have a sofa at the end I'm not sure, it's pretty pointless if you ask me but when you have money most things are pointless, right? Two spruce doors lead off into different rooms, I wonder what they would take me to.
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Sheepishly, I wandered into the first door, It took me to a tremendous walking wardrobe laid with captivating gowns and various clothing styles. Dressers in the middle of the room were home to assorted shimmery jewellery of all different colours. I can't wait to do some dress up in here later, I've been wearing the same 2 clothes for the past 2 years now.
The next door I opened brought me to a crystal bathroom. Deep purple amethyst was positioned around the room, hanging from the ceiling or resting on a shelf with beautiful shrubs. There was a rose quartz bath and sink that contested with the dark floorboards and lighted up the room a little because of the mostly dark colour scheme. A shower was in the corner of the room, and a glass window with black frames was the only thing separating it from the rest of the room.
I thought it would be best to have a short shower. I turned on the water, as hot it can go. Steam began to spill out of the corner. I relieved myself of my clothing, allowing the cold, slightly damp air to wrap around my bare skin. Cautiously, since the shower was the hottest it could go, I stepped into the man-made waterful. Goosebumps arose on my skin as steamy hot water flowed down my body washing off any mud or grease I had on my body. While closing my eyes, I thought "this really is paradise". I grabbed some random shampoo and lathered it into my hair, damn it's been a while since I've felt this clean. After washing the product out of my hair I began using conditioner and washing my body, the soap managed to seep its way into my eyes which stang a little, but hey I won't smell of BO anymore!
Stepping out of the shower, the hairs on my skin stood up from the cool air and I grabbed a cream coloured towel wrapping the soft fabric around my body to cover myself as I strode to the mirror (that was all steamed up) where I proceeded to take a toothbrush and some toothpaste. The minty freshness coated my teeth and sanitated my mouth; after a full two minutes, I wiped the substance off my face with a warm, soft flannel. I clutched a wooden hair brush and ran the soft bristle's to comb my mattered, wet hair to form silky waves of lushness. I must admit, there was a couple of strands left in the hairbrush from all the knots but I'm sure no one will mind.
Then, placing the hairbrush back down I ambled over to the enormous wardrobe neatly cluttered with clothes. A white, patterned button-up and some black trousers caught my eye and I decided to wear those since they didn't seem too pricey and I didn't want to be invasive. I pulled the shirt over my arms and shoulders; I buttoned up the top 4 buttons and tied the end up to add some ✨spice✨ and I lifted the trousers over my legs. I put some thick socks on and yanked some combat boots on. I noticed a jewellery box and found a gold coin necklace which was absolutely stunning so I wrapped the chain around my neck and connected the two sides.
As I stepped out of the room and I heard a loud knock on the door. Before I even had the chance to walk towards the said door, they were busted open by a familiar blond who had a wide, excitable smile on his youthful face and next to him awkwardly stood an unfamiliar brunette who had a little scowl resting on his features.
"Tommy! You can't just barge in on people like that!" the brunette spoke with annoyance. He had longish hair the colour of dark chestnut and had stunted horns poking through his dishevelled hair. Also, He had olive skin with small scars attacking various places. The boy wore a dark green button-up made of cotton and dark blue denim trousers.
"Ah! Y/n you're ready!" the Prince ignored his shorter friend "This is my friend Tubbo, and Tubbo this is Y/n!"
"Pleasure to meet you" greeted Tubbo.
"likewise" I responded, he seemed kind, both of them did. But can I trust them? I don't think I can trust them just yet...
Suddenly, Prince Tommy's face softened and he began to stride towards the cream sofa at the end of the bed before throwing himself on it with an extensive sigh "You know, this was supposed to my twin's room... she had to leave on our first birthday with our mother, something about a war, that's what Dad said anyway..."
"oh- I'm sorry about that." I wasn't too sure how to respond, I'm not exactly an expert on losing a family because of war, you know cause I get up isolated. Apart from Clay of course but I wasn't ready to open up about that just yet.
This was the every moment Tubbo decided to lift the mood "Does anyone want to go to the gardens we can do some flower picking and watch the bees!"
The invite did sound inviting I must admit, but before I could even accept the blond screeched "WHOEVER IS LAST IS A LOSER!"
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We were all lying on a spare patch of grass, and guess who lost, the one and only Prince Thomas. Our chests rose rapidly as the prince protested about how he was only joking and how he is a prince so he could never be the loser. The wind blew loose pieces of hair out of my face and sweat dribbled down my brow, I must admit it was a large castle. I watched the clouds forming patterns in the baby blue sky which helped me block out Tommy's little temper fit.
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After the prince had finished his tantrum Tubbo and I made delicate flower crowns from flower beds and placed the crowns on top of our heads. After a while, prince Tommy seemed a little jealous of our floral crowns, so we made him his own, which caused him to smile with glee. I felt the soft grass tickle my hands as I overlooked the bees buzzing around exquisite floral arrangements. I felt at peace. I was truly happy. I couldn't ask for more.
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Thank God Tommy and Tubbo had distracted you.
That was what the king thought anyway.
He gingerly walked into his lost daughter's room, slipping into the bathroom and scrambling around.
What did he need to find you ask?
Well, he needed evidence.
Evidence to discover something extraordinary.
He had finally found the hairbrush you had used, gathering some stray pieces of hair before placing them in a zip lock bag.
The only thing racing through the king's mind this very moment was that: "Have I finally found my daughter?"
