Witch Of The White Wood

King Kyle

(Im so thankful for all the suppourt my story has been given and appreciate everyone who reads it, i know its a little slow paced but i really want to get all the lore out of the way so the characters can shine through and it'll all make sense. I know i need more progression and more romance/ interaction but i would love some feedback on where everyone wants to see the story go! it'd be greatly appreciated. xx)

The harsh pull of the silk sheets around me caused my body to shiver immensley as i clutched helplessly for the fabrics which had once cascaded around my figure. The curtians were torn open and light shone into the room causing a feral groan to leave my throat as things around the room were being done around me. Voices adressed my sleepy state and i swatted at the hands which came closer to try and wake me. Soft femminine chuckles at my childishness as i groaned for a longer period in the solitude of sleep. "Prince Kyle sends for you m'lady." a snicker left the mouth of my close attendant as she regarded the sentance the other spoke, sitting on the side of my bed attempting to wake me. With a hesitant sigh i felt my sleep deprived form raise in the unfamiliar bed.

It was to be Prince Kyles corination in a matter of days as he was turning eighteen and myself and attendants had been requested to show our prescence at our neighbours grand celebration. However, he didnt invite me in the normal way, or the most secretive which caused some gossip. Kyle and i had grown up in accordance to eachother, him being a few months older than myself as he was the perfect spring baby. We were of similar age and over the years grew fond of eachother. He physically rode himself on a hardly trained horse, still in his night wear when he heard the news he was to invite me to his home. Riding up to the Fairy kingdom half asleep and unaccompanied and cheery eyed. Three days without stopping for a rest. It took that long mostly due to frequent wrong turns and getting lost in the deep wood. He was a sweet boy who would grow to be a kind man in time. Because of our close proximity growing together my attendants had grown to suit themselves to the idea that he had become infatuated with me. His mother, Queen Shiela being the first mutter in the series of whispers. Girls love their gossip among the courts.
We had been residing in the Elf kingdom for few days while the celebrations were being set up and guests from other kingdoms and parts of the globe came to attend, me of course being the first to hear of the news. Once Kyle had arrived at our gates he almost passed out from sleep depravation and over exertion, I had half a mind to scold his lack of self care. But seeing his goofy smile as he held out his formal invitation to me reminded me of when we were children playing in the halls of the palace and I couldn't help but give in without complaint.

The coronation would take place in the heart of summer so the kingdoms could be ready for it.
Bebe, my first lady in waiting was constantly firing commands to Annie who was over at the dressing table choosing my outfit for the day. 'The waist needs to be smaller', 'One lower cut!',' Get us something in red Ann.' she fired off watching as Annie brought in countless dresses before Bebe spotted a flaw in them and made Annie bring more out. I felt a chuckle in the back of my throat as i slid out of bed, Bebe guiding me to the dresser mirror where she began to work on my hair. "Seriously you two why dont i just wear my riding gear? Kyle wont mind eitherway and besides, it's too hot for a dress." Bebe's comb pulled at the knots in my hair which occured over my rest and i winced as her harsh pull dragged my head in different directions as she retorted.

"M'lady the Prince will be looking for a bride as soon as he is King, you have to prove your the best candidate! Wear dresses now to intice him in then when he puts a ring on your finger and a crown on your head you can wear your riding gear all you want!" she bargined with a smirk, still messing with my hair. Annie still running around trying to appease her and her monterous fashion sense. Bebe was only older than me by almost two years and took it upon herself to act like a mother or older sister. Many of the Royals would regard their ladies on waiting or maids rudley so it would have been a suprise to see my attendants speaking to me as they did, i had no issues with it though. "Bebe, Kyle and i grew up together if he wanted to wed me he would have said so by now. Besides he does not think upon me that way i am sure." I sent my eyes downcast and felt her look at me sadly through the mirror.