Victubia Hearts

Preparation

A.N. I didn't expect people to enjoy the last chapter as much as they seemed to. XD

So here's another chapter for you loving fans.

Oh and, I'm not saying it happens in this book but, please don't comment "UPDATE" or something like that. It is extremely irritating to think that someone is saying how amazing your work is then...nope. It's a stupid goddamn generic comment.

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*timeskip 2 years* (age 24)

Minx's POV

"Michelle, your coronation is in two days and you do not even have dress ready," my father pestered me.

"I don't want a new dress. I don't even want a coronation. And call me Minx," I snapped back.

"Lose the tone," he ordered through his teeth,"Every member of our family has had a coronation, and you will too."

"Doesn't that mean that you'll resign from being king in a year too?" I asked.

"Yes, but for a year I get to show you how to run a castle."

"Then you get to live here and watch over my shoulder for the rest of my life!" I screeched, starting sarcastically then adding all of my pent up anger into the sentence.

I left the room, letting the doors slam behind me as I ran hysterically to my room.

"Miss Minx, is everything alright?" my lady in waiting asked, her hands playing with the aqua cloth and needles she was holding.

"Yes," I told her, wiping my hand across my nose,"Are you going to do my fitting?"

"Yes, Minx, are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

She began draping large sheets of fabric around my figure.

"We will make your dress blue and green, for the colors of our kingdom."

"Why not purple?"

"You know what, Minx, I will make you a second dress."

"What?"

"You will wear it underneath this one. When you want to use the purple one just take the other one off."

"Won't it be extremely warm?"

"Do you want a purple dress?"

"Yes..."

"Then do not complain."

After a good couple grueling hours standing in the middle of my room, I collapsed into a big jumble of limbs on my bed.

I was nearly crying about how none of my friends would be able to attend my coronation.

They should have been allowed to come. I mean, I sent a formal letter of invitation to each of them weeks ago, but for them their studies came first.

After a couple hours of sulking in my room I came downstairs to find that the guests had started arriving.

"Excuse me. Are you perhaps Michelle?" a blonde man asked me.

"Yes, but please call me Minx," I answered.

"Well, Minx," he said coyly with a Swedish accent,"I am Lord Felix Kjellburg." He bowed to me after Felix said his name.

"It is very nice to meet you, Felix."

"Now for more important matters. Where would my room be located?"

I had to think for a moment, then answered,"On my left, third door to the right."