Ours

One- The Thrones

"Princess Alice, your father requests to see you in the throne room." A knight calls through the Princess' door, stirring the brunette maiden from her comfortable sleep.

"Yes, thank you, tell him I'll be there in a moment." Alice, the Princess of Mulvany, responded sleepily, moving the books that were scattered on her bed to her white bedside cabinet.

Alice dropped onto the soft carpet, wiggling her toes into the white material. "Ambus, come." A white ferret with cinnamon spots squeaked as it climbed out of the covers where Alice had just left.

Alice went to her closet, though she didn't need to, all of her dresses were things she disliked. The only item of clothing her father allowed her to wear were dresses, puffy or silk, but dresses all the same.

She slipped on a light gray dress that resembled a corset top with a knee-length skirt that flared out smoothly, black lace adorned the hem of the dress. Alice, although she prefers to be barefoot, slipped on black flats with below the knee white socks. She grabbed a gray cotton satchel with brown leather trim and Ambus lazily jumped from the bed to her shoulder before climbing into her bag.

She plucked a black and gray stoned tiara from a maroon pillow, they only kept the tiaras in her room when she requested it.

The only thing that never changed with Alice's wardrobe was the black onyx ring that had a white chain threaded through it to make it a necklace. Her mother, Queen Maria, gave it to her the day before she died about 4 years ago.

After she was dressed, Alice ran a brush through her hair quickly, almost yanking out strands of tangled hair.

A series of knocks sounded through the room, making Alice jump and look towards the door. "Princess Alice?" A knight's impatient voice called through the white door, making the royal groan softly. Ambus wiggled in the bag, and Alice rubbed her temples gently.

"I'll be right out!" She called back, slightly frustrated with her father's impatience.

The sound of metal against metal clinked down the hall, implying that the knight was returning to the throne room.

"I swear, the only person more impatient than my father is my mother." Alice grumbled, throwing her waist long brown hair into a bun quickly.

Alice sauntered down the hallways, passing a stairwell that led to the underground maid's quarter. The maids were dressed in knee length dresses that was adorned by long stockings, Mary Jane shoes, and a smooth white apron. Silly as it was, Alice disliked her mother's choice in uniforms.

As Alice passed the maids, they curtsied and whispered a small greeting, "Your highness" and waited for her to pass them before they straightened themselves and threw themselves back into their work.

Alice arrived at the throne room doors, guarded by two similar looking guards with strong builds. They looked at her and nodded before opening both doors for her.

The sunlight filtered through the throne room, falling upon the eggshell colored walls and the crimson carpet. The windows, which were located near the top of the tall walls of the throne room, were the only light source except for the fire burning in a wood-filled brass plate that sat behind the three golden thrones, the middle throne being her fathers.

A crowd sat below the platform where her father, King Arthur, sat as stiff as stone. Arthur was looking down at a criminal that was stood in between two indifferent looking guards with mild amusement.

That cruel, cruel amusement is what Alice hates most about her father.

Her mother, Queen Maria, always saw the best sides in people. She was a firm yet gentle fist in the royal family, never letting her emotions sway her judgement. Alice aimed to be as elegant as her mother had been, though it was the bane of her existence. Maria had fallen ill due to stress, leaving her somewhat cruel husband and innocent 14 year old daughter to see after her kingdom.