The Thirteenth Princess

Ch. 2: Doucheward.

I wake up the next morning to a delicious smell of pancakes, yum! After my mother dragged me to my room, she said no dinner and locked me in my room for the whole night after complaining to me. Like always. I quickly fell asleep after she left from lecturing me on how I'm a disappointment. Nothing new. My bones nearly jump out of my skin when I hear an ear pitching scream. I sprint down stairs and fly to the front door, but quickly regret my decision.

"PRINCE EDWARD!" All my sisters creepily scream at the same time. Okay that was really weird... But pretty cool. Did they have that planned? I snap out of my thoughts when everyone goes quiet. I strain my neck to look at the person towering over me. Ah man, not again! I look up to see doucheward looking down on me. He started to say something to me, but quickly got distracted by the mouth watering brownie in his hand.

As soon as I saw the brownie, I snatched it out of his hand before he could eat it and shoved it in my mouth. Sadly, that made him stop his rant and everyone look over at us from his silence. I let out a low moan when the brownie hits my taste buds. God, this is heaven! I hear a cough above me to see Edward blushing. He looks a little flustered. Hmp, that's weird. He straightens up and puts his hands in his pockets trying to cover something. What is he hiding?

"I see you enjoyed the brownie I baked for you," Edward comments. I scoff and wipe my mouth.

"It could of been better.." I reply. More like mumbled with my mouth full of delicious brownie. God, its so good!

"Your face says otherwise.." I snap out of my daze and give him and give him my best glare. I sincerely (not) give him a thank you and start heading to the stairs. He probably didn't even bake the brownie anyway, jerk..

"Wait!" I hear Edward yell. I turn around and question him by raising my left eyebrow.

"Go on a date with me." Edward states, more like demands. Is he serious? He does have a hopeful look.. But, i'm here to change that.

I give him my best shitty, smile and reply back.

"Edward, I would never go on a date with you if that was the only way for me to stop lava from pouring down my throat."

His face quickly turns into a sourer one as he registers what I have told him. I give him a huge smirk and saunter back up stairs. I mentally giggle and give myself a high five once I get out of view and hear commotion start from my blonde sea of siblings.

'..He tries to grab her hand, but she moves out of reach just in time. He calls out to her just to hear the rain pour, but he didn't expect her to reply from what he has done. He stands there in the pouring rain, disappointed in himself, and hopelessly stares at her sprinting figure until she disappears..'

Melani barges into my room like the devil was on her tail. After her, mostly all my sisters followed after her. I don't know, I didn't count. But, I did count all the cuss words they were screaming at me. I stopped at 32. They kept talking over each other. Well that's a lot of money for the swear jar!

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" "HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!" "NO HE'S MINE!" I tuned out when they started fighting over him. Lord, they are annoying... I decided to stop this crowd of angry girls. I let out a high pitched 'HEY'. They all stopped and glared.

"I don't want him okay! You can have him! I-" I get cut off from my sisters when they start complaining about why he would want me and how displeasing I am. Wow, thanks guys for totally boosting up my self-esteem!

I ignore them the best that I could and try finish my book, keyword: try.

When diner starts heading our way, we all start getting ready. Oh, did I say we? I meant them. While they were throwing layers of powder on their faces, I threw on a comfy peach lace, long dress with bare feet. Finally! No more corset! In the 1700's, women are mostly forced to wear corsets. Yay! I'm SO grateful I was born in this century! (Not).

As soon as i'm about to walk into my Gargantua sized dinning room, I hear my sisters scream out the name I SO not wanted to hear. I stiffen up when I hear them say it, but have chills run down my spine, sadly, the GOOD ones. I get my mind back together and head to the castle's gardens. My favorite place in the castle, besides my personal library. It would be too easy to find me if i'm there.

I slow down my jog, if I could slow it down any more, and sit on one of the benches by the water fountain in the back of my safe haven. As I try to calm my breath, I lay on the bench listening to the soothing sounds of the outside and seep into the calming darkness.