Prince Nicholas and Princess Octavia are forced to marry one another to create an alliance to protect their country. They may hate the law but both of them know it is important for their country. There are bumps on the road here and there but will t...
Shutting her laptop lid, eyes connecting with his ones "what could possibly be the issue that you have to ask me for help?" the Princess asks quizzically question by question popping into her head "both of our mothers are having a minor argument right now in the ballroom" he walks in hands behind his back, posture straight like how his mother had taught him since young "what are they arguing about that you need my help?" Princess Octavia stand up to taking a step forward "well the ball is in" he checks his Vacheron Constantin watch that costs eight million dollars that is around his wrist "approximately three hours and seventeen minutes but the ballroom isn't decorated yet so..." he stops to let the information sink into her brain "you got to be kidding me" Octavia mumbles then walks past Prince Nicholas and out the door. Walking down the steps she can hear the faint bickering of the two queens sighing in the meantime "teal is a very elegant color and you know that" Queen Diana argues "well I think royal blue is classy and is not overly dramatic" Queen Catherine answers back with no hesitation "what are we doing here" Princess Octavia steps intertwines into their conversation "Princess Octavia what color is the most beautiful do you think royal blue or teal?" Queen Diana smiles sweetly at her so does her mother "how about we go with cream something simple, classy yet elegant" choosing her words wisely making the two consider her opinion "always making us change our minds and making right decisions" Queen Diana says before turning on her heels and taking long strides towards the planer preparing the ball "she's right, you're always making right choices" Queen Catherine says before sweeping away. After the hours had pass Princess Octavia is escorted to a room that is filled with among thousands and thousands of dresses "her majesty told you to pick a ball gown and when you do go out this door head straight to the parlor which is the room next to this grand walk in closet" the red headed maid instructs the Princess and then heads out closing the door behind her gently me?choose my own ball gown? well I didn't think this day will come Octavia thinks to herself before going through racks after racks, mannequins after mannequins until she spots the dress that catches her eyes the most it's a white dress with such unique gold design at the top half towards the bottom. Strolling into the parlor with the dress in her arms an artists stands in front of her holding an eye shadow pallet "now should we get to work?" her voice sweet unlike Diana's or Catherine's "of course" the Princess smiles back hanging the fabric in her arms on on a hook nicely then walks to the black leather chair facing the mirror hanging from the wall.
Octavia's ball gown.
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As Prince Nicholas paces back and forth in his chambers already wearing his tux, black hair slicked back and piercing blue eyes filled with mixed emotions "dude, to marry someone is suicidal" Aaron his best mate exclaims throwing his hands up in the air at same time to add more dramatic effect to it receiving a frustrated sigh from the Prince "you're not helping me with the situation I'm in Aaron, so if you're not here to help leave" he rubs his temple sitting down on his king sized bed looking down at his black, polished leather dress shoe "you were the one that called me up to your room man" his best friend pats his back. Inhaling then exhaling he gets up running his fingers through his black locks "lets just get this over with" walking out of his chambers gaining back his composure his face going back to its expressionless self "lets hope the wedding doesn't take place" Aaron tells him before heading down the grand stairs to the ballroom full of people wearing elegant ball gowns and tux "are you okay son" his father King Arthur snaps him out of his daze "yea just don't like crowds you know the usual" he shrugs then walks away. The sound of laughter and classical music fills his ears but he was used to it since they would host balls everyday walking by people greeting them when they greet him, girls trying to flirt with him to which he pays no attention to the only thing on his mind is the arranged marriage "Prince Nicholas I'm so glad I've found you" the high pitched squealing voice voice makes him groan to himself speeding up his pace trying to avoid a certain person though it seems that it isn't working "Nicholas wait up" the moment she catches up she stands in front of him "it's like you're trying to avoid me but like you totally wouldn't do that" she giggles batting her lashes at the same time "what do you want Lana" his voice monotone not giving a care that she's pouting "don't be like that" Lana holds onto his bicep. He glances up to take in what Lana's wearing heavy make-up, spaghetti strap gold champagne dress, six inches gold stilettos and her blond hair free as well as wavy "I'm busy right now" telling her a lie looking around for an escape route "can't you spend some time with me" she basically whines hurting his ear drums then he sees Octavia by the dessert table in deep thoughts a plan already forming in his head "OCTAVIA" he waves his hand "sorry but business calls" walking past her and towards his fiance.
