The Cursed Princess

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   “Presenting... King Lycaen and Queen Freya, and their daughter Princess Thessalia of Indrucria!”

The whole ballroom erupted into applause and the king and queen made their way down the steps. The clapping stopped as Princess Thessalia walked gracefully down the steps. Pricillia caught Thessalia and smiled. Murmurs filled the whole ballroom as they were shocked to see someone so beautiful and majestic.

“She's so beautiful.”

“Her parents must be so proud.”

“Look at her dress. It must have cost a fortune!”

Thessalia was wearing a long blue dress covering in beauteous silver lining across the top part of her gown; as she walked the gown trailed behind her giving everyone a exquisite feel to the atmosphere. The bewitching lace ribbon intoxicated everyone in the dresses beauty – the radiant silk ran down the bottom of her feet. Her intricate neat lacing made her into a feminine illusionist making everyone fall in love with her beauty. She was absolutely the most stunning woman to gawk at.

King Lycaen and Queen Freya made their way to their throne and sat down. Pricillia walked over to Thessalia as Thessalia sat down next to her mother. “You look really pretty,” whispered Pricillia. “The whole room couldn't stop talking about you—and especially one boy couldn't keep his eyes off of you.”

Thessalia looked at her friend and sighed. “Let me guess—he has blonde hair, green eyes, a crooked nose in which he said he got in a fight but we all know he ran into the door, and always wear a gold chain to show how rich he is.”

“How—what?” Pricillia stared at her friend. “How did you know he looked like that.”

“Well, my dear friend, the man who was staring at me was George Linton. He has been trying to woo me since the day he saw me.” Thessalia looked at her friend. “It hasn't worked and never will. I'm not, ever, going to stoop that low to marry a guy like him or any guy. I'm not going to become some prize possession of a man.”

“What if you fell in love with a man and decided to marry him,” Pricillia asked. “Men can't be that bad, can they?”

“No, not all men, but most of them.” Thessalia said, with a small smile. “But do not get me wrong. There fun to look at,” she chuckled.

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“Mother. King Velsean is here.” Thessalia said with a scowl. “Of course he has to make a grand entrance.” She stared as everyone bowed as the king walked with so much pride.

Everyone went quiet as King Lycaen stood up. He was about the average size of a man but what made him look dangerous was the scar on his left eye. No one knew how he got the scar all he said was, ‘It is just a memory that wishes not to be told.’ So no one ever asks how he got it.

King Velsean and his wife and son were standing by King Lycaen smiling, except for the son. “Please, everyone, welcome my dear friend, King Velsean of Bryalshire, his wife Queen Rebekah and son Prince James.” Everyone clapped as the royal family bowed.

Almost as they had a mind of their on Thessalia's eyes found their way to Prince James, and for some odd reason her heart lept. He wasn't like any prince she seen. He was handsome—a gift from the gods. His dark hair as night and his blue—but hidden—eyes sparkled under the chandelier lights. There eyes suddenly met—Thessalia got to see him even more clearly. He looked about her age maybe a year older. The way he held himself up showed that he thought highly of himself and that made her frown, and she looked away.

Never mind, she thought, he is just like all men.

Everyone went back to what they were doing and King Velsean turned to King Lycaen and his wife. “Thank you for having us in your lovely home. My wife, son and I are delighted to be here. It has been too long since we've seen each other—who is this?” His attention was brought on the young lady standing behind her mother.

Princess Thessalia stepped into view, smiled and waved awkwardly while fixing her dress in the process. She looked at her parents who were looking at her with an amused expression but also stern. She cleared her throat. “Princess Thessalia,” she bowed and caught Prince James staring at her. “It's a pleasure to meet you King Velsean and Queen Rebekah.”

“Oh, dear, call me Rebekah.” said Queen Rebekah smiling. Thessalia shook her head. The queen turned her attention to her son who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “James introduce yourself to the young lady.”

“Prince James, Princess.” He bowed down to kiss Thessalia's hand. His kiss was soft but also a promise and Thessalia knew that.

As his lips left her hand she felt a little disappointed. Thessalia mentally slapped herself for missing his touch. She felt Prince James's gaze on her and knew she needed to get away from him. Just by the way he stared at her made her feel all hot inside—and she did not like it one bit.

When her parents were talking to Prince James and his parents she made her way away from them. She made her way to the far back of the ballroom behind the pillars, where the snacks where. She let out a breath she was holding in. “What is wrong with me,” she whispered. “Why did I feel so weird when I was with Prince James?”

Thessalia grabbed a biscuit and took a bite out of it, and moaned. “Oh my god–so good!” She grabbed some more biscuits. “Whoever made these deserves an reward.” she said as she took another bite.

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Prince James was talking to King Lycaen when he noticed Princess Thessalia was no where to be seen. A smirk appeared on his face. Where did the Princess go? He looked at his father who now started talking to King Lycaen then to his mother who was talking to Queen Freya.

He was about to leave when he heard King Lycaen mention the name Killian. He turned to them and joined in on the conversation.

“Yes, unfortunately Killian doesn't live with us anymore. He didn't like living by rules so he left.”

Prince James scoffed. If only you knew the real reason he left, father. “Killian was a rebel,” he said. “He never liked the idea being a Prince who was actually the bastard son.” James looked at his father. “See, his mother died when he was five and he—”

“That's enough, James.” The cold voice of Queen Rebekah cut in. “You don't need to bring up the past. I accepted Killian as my own and he was never the bastard son to me—he is my son.” Her eyes were watery as she talked about Killian. When his mother died, Killian's mother asked her to be his mother and she said she will.

“Sorry, mother,” James said softly. He knew his mother loved Killian and he also knew bringing Killian up was a soft subject. “May I be excused?”

“Yes you may.”

Prince James walked away his eyes wandering the room looking for one certain princess. His eyes landed on her and a smirk formed on his lips.

Found you, Princess.