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zero: the royal treatment

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THE GOLD COLORED gown cladded against her body, flowing down to the floor. The corset punctured her waist, making her feel breathless and suffocated. Her teeth clenched into her inner cheek, letting out a sharp exhale, as the maid finished the last tie to the corset. She looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing down the pleaded gown. She sighed, pursing her lips, staring off to the side, seeing her father hastily writing.

Iris Monte, the princess of Britain, hated what her life was. She was treated like royalty, and she despised it. It was a royal pain in the ass to Iris, and she sometimes wish she was an ordinary citizen.

"Father," Iris spoke, "Is it alright if I take a stroll outside?" She questioned, her hands folded together laying against her gown.

The king looked up at his daughter, frustration painted on his expression. "Fine. Take one of the guards," He exhaled. His finger signaled to one of the guards, as they nodded.

Iris thanked her father, but she wished to take a walk alone, not with a royal guardsman walking beside her. Iris took the steps outside, feeling the rush of fresh air hitting against her face. Her heels clicked against the pavement, feeling the pain the shoes digging into her skin.

She walked toward the sea port, spotting the navy crew working on the ship. Iris smiled seeing a boy covered with dirt and soot. Before she took any step closer to the ship, she turned toward the guardsman. "Can you please stay here until I'm finished talking to my friend?" Iris almost pleaded, staring at the emotionless man. The guardsman had a no expression, and Iris took that as an answer, and raced toward the ship.

Iris stopped suddenly, taking of her heels, feeling the sense of relief run through her. Her heels were in her hands, as she continued to make her ways toward the ship.

"Henry!" Iris called to the boy. The boy raised his head, a wide grin reached his lips, seeing his best friend.

"Miss, I'm sorry but you cannot be here," The general demanded, stepping in front of the woman.

Iris raised an eyebrow, her hands placed on her hips. "Sir, do you know who I am? I am the daughter of King George II. I am the princess of Britain, I can go anywhere I please. And I demand that Henry Turner has the rest of the day off. If you disobey my order, I will tell my father that the general of the royal navy is not doing his job," Iris challenged.

Henry grinned ferociously, sniggering under his breath, as he took a step onto the port. The general gulped nervously, nodded his head furiously.

"Turner!" The guard hissed. Henry was immediately already beside the general.

"Yes, sir?" Henry smiled in amusement, as Iris tried to keep her small chuckles in.

"You have the rest of the day off," The general muttered.

"Thank you, sir," Henry nodded. "I will see you tomorrow."

Henry and Iris walked off the port, down onto the shore. "You're a genius, Iris," Henry complimented his best friend. Iris smiled gratefully at him, her heart raced inside her chest. "Being the princess of Britain does have its perks, I guess," The brunette shrugged, her feet making imprints against the sand.

Iris met Henry when he was enrolling in the royal navy. She had taken a stroll through town, with her guardsmen trailing behind her. Whilst trying to lose them, she had bumped into Henry. Ever since then, the two had become best friends. A princess and a poor boy was an unlikely friendship, but the two shared many things in common.

Henry had told her his plan to find his father. He only was joining the royal navy to locate his father's associate, and then to find the infamous Capital Jack Sparrow. He told Iris all about the myths of the seas, and everything he learned. Iris was astonished at how determined Henry was to find his father; she found him so brave and courages.

"What's today's plan?" Henry curiously asked, his hands locked behind his back. "There must've been a reason to command the general to let me have the rest of the day, I assume."

Iris grinned, "There might be." Her tone was full of wonder. One thing Henry admired about Iris Monte, was her love for adventure. Iris was completely different than how a princess should be. She hated everything about her royal life-she hated wearing puffy dresses, and the killer corsets and heels. Iris hated how she was treated differently than everyone else, how her father never payed any attention to her.

"And what might that be?" Henry insisted.

Iris stopped suddenly, turning toward the beach in front of her. "We," Iris stated, as she started tearing off her dress, "Are going swimming." Henry widen his eyes, as he watched the girl starting to take off her dress.

"Well," Iris's voice snapped Henry back to reality. "Are you going to help me take this bloody corset off?" Henry cleared his throat, mumbling back a response. His shaky hands fumbled with the ties, undoing them. Iris felt his hot breath against her back, causing goosebumps to arise from her body. Her eyes closed, a small sigh escaped her lips. Iris felt Henry slide down the corset, leaving her in her lace undergarments.

Iris turned around, finding herself face to face with Henry. She perked up a smile, before running toward the open ocean. Henry watched her in admiration; the waves crashing against her legs, her smile was bright and carefree.

"Henry, get your ass in here!" Iris shouted to him. Henry laughed, stripping off his clothes, placing them beside her's. Henry walked into the water, feeling the lukewarm refresh his body.

Iris pulled him farther into the water, resulting in him to fall down. The brunette busted out laughed, as Henry splashed water onto her. The day was mostly in ocean, splashing water at each other.

The sun rested behind the horizon, as the two best friends leaned against each other on the sandy beach, engulfing in silence. Iris rested her head on Henry's shoulder, clinging onto his arm. Henry smiled lightly at the princess beside him, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Henry?" Iris asked, her voice was alluring, and it made Henry's heart race. Henry hummed, his glaze toward her. "We're going to find your father. I'll make sure of that. Even it means being disowned by my father. I'll make sure you'll be able to see your father everyday, instead of every ten years," Iris stated, her voice full of determination and grit.

"I appreciate that, Iris," Henry started, "But I'm not going to make you loose your family, just to find mine." Iris raised her head up from his shoulder, looking straight into his eyes. She raised her hand to his cheek, using her thumb to stroke his cheek. "You're not making me do anything. I'm making myself. We're going to find your father. And if that means becoming criminals, so be it."

"We're going to find your father, Henry Turner. Together."

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