Once Upon a You and Me (Super Junior Oneshot)

            Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, a young woman sat at her chair. Tumblr, a very popular blogging site, was opened up in one tab while the other tabs she had opened were full of random dancers or – to blatantly put it in my most perfect French – fucking sexy Asian men. But you see, there was something she was missing… With her bedding robes draped loosely around her shoulders and her silky locks tied lazily at the nape, she still held the feeling of absence. Being a princess of the most royal standards, you may be confused as to why she ever even felt a smidgen of emptiness, but despite holding all the carriages and souls of her kingdom, she was still lacking the presence of a friend…

            Don’t be silly, clearly she had an entourage of people to follow her every movement and command. She had those silly girls who reblogged her posts as they sipped tea and chortled about all the gibbets they’d encountered on the internet that day, and she had her two loyal steeds: Sir Meowths Too Much and Lady Whiskerly, but neither of these parties did much to soothe her loneliness…

            With every passing day, Princess Mollie lounged in her room, brushing her hair and clicking her mouse, wishing, praying, hoping she would one day find the prince charming she desired… Her imagination was constantly working, conjuring up ways she would meet said man… But every night, when the sun embraced the Earth, and she sat at the edge of her bed dressed in her bedding robes, she knew that all these things that she was picturing would never come true…

            One day, whilst Princess Mollie was strolling through the corridors of her palace, a commotion set her off her path. She brushed it off as the kitchen maids quarreling again (after all, they were always arguing over what made an appropriate tag and what did not) and kept on her way, but when the sounds grew louder and more intense still she summoned over a butler to lead fill her in on what was happening. The butler, clad in a fancy suit and with his coat tails whishing behind him was in such a hurry, however, that he curtly bowed to the princess and announced that their was havoc in the lower levels of the palace.

            Surely one could sympathize with the princess as she slowly digested the news. To have havoc reign in her palace was like popping the stitches on her corset and streaking across the kingdom; it just simply wouldn’t do.

            Briskly she marched down the barren halls, nearly knocking over expensive pieces of pottery and maids in her rush, and shouldered her way through doors so she could reach the evil at its source. Lady Luck proved to be working against her this evening, though, and she found her head maid, Lady Sabrina, and her two cousins, Lady Julia and Lady Jann, barring her way.

            “Princess! You cannot go any further!” Lady Sabrina shrieked, her hands flailing about as she spoke.

            When it came to trusting her friend’s word in times of trouble, though, Princess Mollie was hesitant. She knew not all was right in the head of her loyal friend (after all, during her countless strolls through the dashboard she had seen one or two questionable tags pertaining to the damsel), which is why she was always on the fence about believing her. She was ready to brush her words off as a distraction to keep her eyes innocent when Lady Julia butt in with her own two words.

            “ No! We insist Princess! You shan’t cross these doors!” she yelled, on the verge of tears and clutching the skirts of her dress.

            Concern for her younger mates was beginning to settle in the bottoms of Princess Mollie’s stomach. She couldn’t help but wonder what was so distressing to the girls. What could possibly be happening behind those doors to have them so flustered and fearful of her safety?