The Princess And The Assassin Prince

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"Princess," I voice whispered, "time to get up."

"No," I groaned.

I saw a flash of light through my closed eye lids. The voice told me to wake up again but I declined. The next thing I knew coldness washed over me. I curled up into a ball.

"Ivy Jasmine Grace, get up," I opened my eyes to see Maria, the maid, standing over me. I got up and she walked into my closet.

"You know, Maria, I can dress myself," I told her.

She would always walk into my room and change me. It is very uncomfortable and she puts on everything so roughly. I would like to do my own hair and do my own make up but no. She has to do it. And when I am on my... Period... She puts the tampon in me. I know it's gross. I don't know why I brought it up its just so gross.

"I can handle it," she replied as if I asked her if she could do it.

That's it

"Listen, Maria. I am 17 years, almost 18, and I have never dressed myself. Well I have but you were sick. All I am asking if is you just wake me up and leave. Please," I said pushing her to the door.

"Ma'am-" I closed and locked the door before she could say anything else.

"Your parents want you down in an hour. They have something to tell you," she yelled through the door.

I walked into my closet. I haven't been here in forever. I saw ball gowns and dresses. Skinny jeans were in one rail and nice shirts were above them. On the hangers to the left of the jeans were my horse riding uniform. There was a table and a mirror to the right of the jeans. I walked over to it. I sat down and saw it had jewelry in and on it. Each kind of jewelry was categorized.

By the time I had my clothes on (denim skinny jeans and a light blue flowing tank top) and had my hair in golden curls I went to the jewelry table. I put on a few rings and brackets. I decided on a necklace with a feather on it. I looked at my blue eyes and swiped some mascara on.

You look like the average teenage girl.

I smiled and walked out of my closet. Maria was standing there waiting. She looked at me and gasped.

"You can't approach your parents like that!" She exclaimed.

"They would love me even if I dressed like a cow, calm down," I sighed.

"Well at least wear shoes," she replied defeated.

"Oh I forgot!" I laughed.

I ran back into my closet and grabbed some white heels because I knew if I wore converse Marie would freak.
I walked back to her and she lead me to my parents.

She lead me straight to the giant family room. Elegant, long couches were placed in a square on the white tiles. Paintings were hung on the sky blue walls. I spotted my parents who were dressed in their casual clothes. Across from them was a man dressed in black. He had weapons hanging from his hood. He turns to face me. He had green eyes with a scar across his right eye. He had a stubble bread. He seemed to have a scowl on his face.

"Jasmine," my father greeted me, "you look lovely.

"Thank you," I thanked him.

"Jasmine, please sit," Mum patted the spot next to her.

The tension in the hair was always for me. The adults looked at each other.

"Ivy, we have something to tell you," dad said my first name. Holy Pooty... Now I am kind of scared.

"Crystal, would you like to tell her?" Dad offered.

"George, you have already started," Mum replied

This went on for a while before a voice boomed.

"I will tell her," the dark man snapped, "you will be Marrying my son, Shane Dark Shadow II.

I gulped. That meant I was starring at the man who raised that boy. The king of The Dark Lands, King Derek Dark Shadow.

Who knows what he would do if I declined the marriage. Although if he acted like he loved me he would turn on me. I could be abused.

What am I talking about? Why are we doing this?

"Why?" I replied in a rude tone. It didn't mean to be.

"For peace," mum replied.

"You couldn't get a contract?" I snapped.

"No. The people will only cooperate through marriage. Contracts can be broken and start wars. The people would riot. But joining the kingdoms would bring peace," King Derek retorts.