cinderella | sting x reader

Bonus Chp 4- Happily Ever After

The 'King' will not approve the marriage he wanted to have for his son if I don't know how to bat my eyelashes and apply my own lipstick?

How ridiculous is that?

Just you wait. That kind gaze you gave me a few days when Sting and I were dancing definitely was not what I thought it was.

Before I would storm into the King's quarters in my military outfit with my tanks and machine guns ready, I can't do protest in this... pink, frilly disaster.

I went back to that eerie room, the one I thought was so pretty before I realized the whole room was continuously redecorated by the next princess that came for my Sting.

I stripped of the large bundles of clothes the moment I had slammed the door shut. Being a little more careful with the crinoline, I tore the corset off as I paced over to the fancy wardrobe.

Ergh. More ruffles.

I jacked open a cabinet loudly, and grabbed the first nightdress on the pile instead.

I slipped the white material over my body, kicked off my shoes, wiped off the product from my face with the back of my hand, and stormed back up the carpeted stairs.

"Your highness! Wait!" Meredy called distantly behind me, and I ignorantly sped up my pace until I couldn't hear her anymore.

Where are the King's chambers? Probably the most jeweled, largest room in the castle- with security placed around that area as well.

I passed pretty paintings with royal families on it, the vases all shapes and sizes.

But I had no time to admire that, since I was now standing in front of the King's room, prepared with cunning eyes.

"No access to anyone without special permission," a guard says monotony.

My anger flares. These two morons are the ones that kept Sting from seeing his father? What kind of dad would do that?!

"I have special permission," I answered back, squaring my shoulders and putting on an Ultear expression. Lightly hooded, serious eyes, tilting head to shoulder, crossing your arms over your chest intimidatingly.

The guards in blue looked at each other worriedly. "And you are?"

"Princess Wendy Marvell of Fairy Tail," I reply, praying Miss Wendy would think this is okay. "I am here on an emergency notice from King Makarov regarding his sickness. It is of vital importance that I speak to his majesty right now, or else consequences will be applied by King Weisslogia himself."

I innerly grinned at my steady and firm voice, watching the guards grow nervous. My eyes were unusually dangerous and sharp, probably being able to cut a throat if I wished.

"Your highness, ninth princess of Fairy Tail, we welcome you to the Royal Chambers," in a ceremonious manner, they pushed both doors open and I stepped into the room.

*

Weisslogia's POV

My bones ached in this suffocating bed.

The mattress was like quicksand, I'll completely disappear into it before the marriage ceremony even starts. Why did the personnel feel the need for a bed like this? It's not like I'm-

"Pardon me."

I'm not like, dying or anything- yet anyway. Why are they-

"Your majesty?"