Wenclair One-Shots

I Live and Die for Moments that We Stole

Summary:

Princess Enid is set to marry Prince Tyler, but her heart belongs to someone else; the Addams' only daughter.

Or, the Wenclair royalty AU based off "Ivy" by Taylor Swift no one asked for.

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How's one to know?
I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones
In a faith forgotten land
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Enid Sinclair, princess of Vermont, liked to go to the lake by the forest everytime she could. It made her feel happy, free, and everyone adored the sweet Enid, so the guards allowed her to slip out of the castle from time to time. She had recently turned eighteen, was of age to marry, and proposals came from different kingdoms, even from different realms delivered by messengers with magic beans; being in the lake made her forget she was anything but a little kid in princess clothes.

But Enid wasn't interested in that. In fact, she wasn't interested in proposals and all the lessons her parents made her take to be a "proper lady". So, to escape all those things that came with being King Murray and Queen Esther's only daughter, she liked to sit by the lake, shoes off and dipped in the cold water, with a book resting on her lap. She always hated how people treated her like she was almighty, and much more when the princes only thought of her as a good bearer for their children, or a proposal to expand their land. She had listened to more than one conversation regarding her, and how her blonde hair and beautiful eyes and face would make any child look good, no matter who the father might be.

Enid shook her head, not wanting to dive into that train of thought. She knew her problems were probably trivial compared to those from the citizens that lived in her kingdoms, but goddamn, she couldn't help but feel as if she was suffocating every time she heard the word proposal.

She spent a few hours there, reading well into lunch and the afternoon. She ate there, by the lake, the food her friend Yoko had prepared for her all neatly put into a basket.

"This is my spot."

Enid turned around to see a young woman with a basket full of clothes underneath her arm. She was wearing a simple gray dress that showed little to no skin, and her hair falling into place like dominoes on a playboard. She had dark brown eyes, the same color as the wood that decorated the bed in her charmers, and lips oddly painted on a purple-like color.

She was breathtaking, yet Enid felt like she could truly breathe for the first time.

"I'm sorry?" Enid asked, closing the book and resting it on top of the wicker basket. She moved so she was fully looking at her, thankful to herself for having put back on her shoes. She stood up, looking at the girl with a kind smile.

"I said this is where I always wash my clothes, so you better find somewhere else to relax your poor head," she said, her free hand resting on her hips.

"Excuse me?" Enid asked, suddenly getting angry. "I wasn't notified that this place belonged to you and only you."

"Well, you ought to have been."

"You're rude," Enid said, in a plain tone.

"Oh, did I bother the poor princess? Is she going to punish me?" the dark haired woman asked, in a fake terrified tone.

"I might," Enid said, arms crossed. She hated that she felt like a kid throwing a tantrum.

"Oh? Is that so?" the girl said, dropping the basket to stand next to the blonde. The dark haired woman stayed quiet, looking utterly shocked by the sight before her. She had heard stories of the princess, but finally seeing her up close made the air leave her lungs. "I guess I wasn't being kind enough to the young princess," Enid raised her eyebrows at the attempt at an apology, surprised by the sudden change of attitude.