Cover By: @DipityWizard
Ever wonder why Chat calls Marinette, Princess? This answers all in a single chapter!
Adrien is a knight proudly serving her Majesty, Princess Marinette. But what no one knows, is he's also a crime fighter who protects the pe...
My name is Princess Marinette. As you can tell from my title, I'm a princess. Now I have a pretty good life. I live in a palace, have great parents, and a great kingdom. I even have an army of knights to protect me! There's just one thing I hate:
My clumsiness.
It's horrible! A princess is supposed to be graceful, proper, and swift. It seems every time I wake up I'm late for something and when i walk I'm as graceful as a duck doing yoga. I've been trying to balance a book on my head for TWO YEARS and still haven't gotten the hang of it.
The only time I'm not clumsy as heck, is when I'm in my secret identity. Not many people know this, but I'm actually a superhero! I call myself Ladybug because my costume is red and black. With the help of my Kwami, Tikki, I help the poor people of Paris. I also have a super annoying partner named Chat Noir.
(Enough with introductions! Lets start the story!)
One morning I awoke to see my lady in Waiting, Alya setting my cloths out.
Alya wasn't just my lady in waiting, but also my best friend. She was the only one who really got me. She was also the only one (other than Tikki) who knew about my secret crush on one of my body guards, Knight Adrien!
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"Good morning your majesty!" Alya said.
"Good morning, Alya!" I stretched and slugged out of bed and sat in front of my vanity, still half asleep.
"I lied out your cloths on your chair," Alya walked over to me and started brushing my hair. "Breakfast is almost ready. It's your favorite! Croissants!"
Hearing that, I got dressed faster.
When I entered the royal dining hall, I took my seat with my parents. King Tom and Queen Sabine were said to be the best rulers there ever were. Before our family became royalty, we were just humble bakers in the village. This made my parents give extra sympathy to the poor.
My dish was place in front of me by one of my servants, and I took a small bight of my hot . Croissant.
Then, a flood of memories washed into my head......
(Sorry that this was a short chapter. Other writers/ reader know that feeling when you wanna get a certain part.)
