To Be A Princess

Three Kings To Be

This takes place a month later.
"What do you mean there's only one princess this year?"  I heard a shout from Simone Frost.

"I do agree that this is unconventional. However, there is no way to solve this. If one prince gets the girl, the others will fight, and they are the only people who can send her back home." The other voice was quieter. I recognized it from the news. The most prominent servant in the Confection Kingdom had become the prince's advisor. Pepper Mint.

"I say we have her choose." My eyes widened. Cinna Bun was the goofiest, but was actually a lot smarter than what most think. Her opinions, though few, had a lot of impact. If she wanted me to make a decision now, she was screwed. There was no way in hell I was doing this.
"I don't really think I can-"
"Well, obviously." One of my three marriage contenders, (I was too busy twiddling my thumbs to see which one) interjected. "What sort of ass is going to force you to pick a husband in 10 seconds?"
"Well, what do you expect us to do, Marshall? She needs to make a decision if we plan on creating heirs." I heard a familiar voice. Similar to most girls in the sisterhood, I may or may not have had a favorite prince growing up. Bubba Gumball: if this were some sort of cheesy romance novel, he would be the 'responsible type.' I, of course, got over this pretty quickly, but it was still recognizable over the years of making googly eyes at him during his televised speeches.
"Heirs?" I squeaked. "I'm really not sure about the whole baby making time right at this moment, sorry."
"Aw, gummy, I think you scared her. But yeah, in order to keep a kingdom going, you gotta makes some babies!" The first voice, who I now realized was King Abadeer, let out a laugh.
"I think we should just keep her, and then she makes a decision based on being with us." The last prince, Hotman, was the youngest of the three, and rather naive, if I'm being completely honest. He was the 'sweet and sensitive' in this weird, suspiciously anime-like situation. His voice was high and scratchy, which made sense, as he came from a place of lava and ash. It complemented his personality well.
"That... actually isn't terrible FP. What do you think, Fiooooooooona?" A cold hand was placed on my head. I looked up to see the king, in all his bad boy charm, with a grin that bared his pearly fangs. He was indefinitely good looking, with slicked back raven hair and a sharp jaw. For someone who was only 19, his eyes were tired, and I pitied him a bit, but the pools of red still held a mischievous glint to them. Everyone knew about King Marshall. He was the heartbreaker of the three, and the last person to get rid of his potential bride last year. Rumor had it he broke her heart and she fled the country in shame.
"Maarshy! Don't do that! That's like- cheating or something!" The innocent sounding voice spoke again.
"How is this cheating?"
"I dunno, it just... is! Don't touch her, it's against the rules for now, ok?"
"Fine, only for you, FP." He slowly lifted his hand.
"Really?"
"Haha, syke!" With a loud smack, he planted a wet one right on my cheek.
"Marshy!!" He squeaked. Yeesh, his voice was high.
"Fine, okay, okay, no more kissing the princess."
"However, Flame Prince, your idea is rather logical. She will spend the mandated time with us, and make a decision based on what she has learned. Good job, that was very clever of you." Prince Gumball smiled politely, and Flame Prince quite literally beamed.
"Wait, so where do I go?" I finally found a pocket of silence among the shouting that had been taking place.
"Yeah, who does she stay with?" Flame Prince questioned.
"She can stay in her own place. It wouldn't be fair if any of us took her, we would get an advantage. Believe me, I don't need any help wooing pretty girls."  I felt two arms wrap around my waist, and I was met with the mischievous grin of Marshall Lee. Damn, the King was awfully touchy-feely.
"MARSHY!" The Flame Prince screeched.
"What?" He drawled out the word with a false sense of innocence, and a smirk played on his lips. Gumball frowned, and King Marshall reluctantly removed his arms. "Fine, whatever." He grumbled.
Pepper pulled me aside. "I formally apologize, miss, but unnoticed you seemed to be rather uncomfortable, so I tried getting you out of there." Her voice was smooth, with a light accent. She reminded me of some sort of queen, with milky white skin, intelligent and sharp red eyes, a neat blue dress, red and white pearls, and her neat red-and-white striped hair in a perfect bun, (which, oddly enough, looked like a peppermint.) I was thankful for a reason to avoid the chaos. She reached out for both my hands and placed them in hers. She even smelled minty. I quietly wondered if she rubbed spearmint on those thin wrists of hers.
"Fiona! Hi! I was hoping someone would pull you away from that mess, I'm sorry it couldn't be me, Fiero has.... a fiery temper if things don't go his way, so I'm afraid I had to calm him down. Thank you, Pepper, by the way." Woah. She spoke really fast. Jesus, were all of the girls here pretty? Her skin was glowing gold under the light of the chandelier, and her light brown curls reached her shoulders. She was a bit rounder than Pepper, though it wasn't hard not to be. She wore a lacy yellow dress with long sleeves. The last girl arrived, and of course, she was stunning. At this point she didn't understand why they didn't all just marry their advisors. Simone was albino, this was no secret; and she rocked it. Her sharp features gave her an almost sculpture-like quality. She was terrifyingly beautiful. With a curvy figure and a blunt haircut. She was a model of a modern beauty. Her dress was a cobalt blue number and form fitting , with a low neckline, and long sleeves.
"We are here to help you every step of the way. Depending on what that means, each of us will do what we can to make you comfortable in your home for the next year or so. I formally apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you and your family." Her voice was sharp and cold, but I could tell she meant what she was saying based on her tone. She seemed a bit tough, but still kindhearted, as if there was ice in her heart that needed to be melted.
"Thank you." I repeated for the third time. I was a bit awkward, as I've never been one for formalities. I guess I have to get used to that now.
"So, let's get you situated, shall we?"
Song is just a song I like. Sorry for the wait
~Angie~