If Only He Saved Her

Chapter 2: The Fair

Hey potaters! Adrien and Marinette are now 13 years old! Enjoy
Don't forget to light up that star, make a wish when you do!

Marinette Third Person POV---

"Come on Marinette I thought you were faster than me!" Adrien and Marinette both sprinted toward the fair, the royal fair.

Marinette had to thank her best friend for inviting her to join his father and older brother. She couldn't believe that she and Adrien were best friends, since he is a prince and she only a peasant child.

"I may not be faster anymore but I am smarter!"

"That is not nice, especially to a prince, who could be king!"

"I thought that you didn't want to be king!"

"I don't! But I am still considered a prince, Marinette!" He laughed then turned to look at Marinette, her porcelein white face now red from running so hard.

"Oh no, agghhh!!!" Adrien slipped into a mud puddle, coming right behind:

"Adrien! Look out" Marinette tripped and fell ontop of him.

He flashed her his winning smile, though her face blushed a light pink she ignored it and laughed.

Standing back up, she pointed at the boy still sitting in the puddle. The boy was covered in mud,

"Adrien, you better change into clean clothes before the king punishes you!"

"Don't worry I will!" She giggled shaking her head, If that boy wants to be captain, he better first dress decent to impress the king.

She looked around, watching royalty coming to enjoy themselves in their white wigs and powdered faces. How she wished she could touch one of the women's dresses, but she could be punished for "harassing" someone of the higher class. Harassed, just to even talk to someone in a higher class than her would be wonderful.

She just wouldn't fit in.

She knew she never could belong in that environment, even if Adrien was her best friend, her "brother". Peasants stay under the royalty while the rich treat them as if they were dogs.

"What are you doing out of your stand?" Marinette cringed at the familiar voice, turning to a ice-cold blue eyed, high-ponytailed blonde.

The princess was wearing a yellow dress that had a yellow and black striped corset tightly wrapped around her. The girl narrowed her eyes at Marinette, then smirked as the peasant girl began to stutter from fear,

"Oh, h-hello princess Chloe, um w-what brings you here? What a lovely dress you are wear-"

"Did Marinette think she could play at the fair without me to keep an eye out for peasants hanging around with MY Adrien?" Then the girl scrunched her face, holding her nose in the air,

"What is that horrible stench!? Oh right, it's the stench of a peasant girl. And look at what your wearing! Trust me, I have seen evil, ugly witches dress better than you! You could at least have tried to wear something that won't disapoint the king for allowing you to come and work at the fair. Gasp!"

Chloe grabbed the poor girl's wrist, digging her nails into the skin. Marinette yelped, looking at how red her wrist was becoming from Chloe's grip after only two seconds. The princess dragged Marinette to a wooden tub with a seat above.

"Excuse me sir, this girl wants to volunteer for this attraction. Isn't that right, Marinette?" The blonde batted her lashes at the man in charge of the stand.