FAKING ROYALTY [rewrite]

introduction

"Truly a wonderful ball, don't you think?" Prince Leonardo, a dashing and intelligent seventeen year old male, smiles as he twirls his young fiancée in a circle.

Her gown begins to fly out from the twirl, and the soft silk of her gown lifts slightly with her petticoats to show off her small shoes.

"Yes indeed, the ball is wonderful," The princess says, and she nods her head a single time in agreement. Frankly, the ball appeared to be a bore to her, and she felt like a weight had been placed on her shoulders that she couldn't seem to get rid of unless she would fulfill what her father expect of her even if it wasn't what she wanted.

"You shall be turning eighteen soon," says the princess. "The arranged marriage will begin once I become eighteen. My eighteenth birthday isn't for some time now."

"I'm always willing to wait. But you know how we feel about calling it 'arranged,' we're in love aren't we?"

She bites her lips and replies, "Of course."

She was unhappy. But if she was ought to inform someone of her feelings, she'd appear to be ungrateful of what has been given to her and how she should be more than willing to marry a fine man like Leonardo. She would be compared to her older sister who does any action without a single disagreement or like her brother who appears to do what's right for his kingdom. She didn't wish for that to happen, so she remained to leave her voice unheard. After all, that's what a proper lady was meant to do. Even if it was killing her inside, she would continue to remain quiet.

The waltz soon ends, and the princess curtsies to the male to show her gratitude before she makes her leave. She's never enjoyed the grand balls her father throws all that much, and this ball wasn't an exception. She enjoyed them once before, but it had happened before she had been placed into an arranged marriage where each ball reminded her of the fact that she was simply being shown off to many kingdoms as a future queen. However, now is the time she's finally decides to try to escape and quietly rest in her resting chambers.

She swiftly and quietly sneaks her way out of the ballroom, and she begins to run down the hallway. That's until she stumbles into somebody's chest.

"I'm so sorry," she says, as she looks up to meet a semi familiar face. She has been caught, but the male confuses her due to him not reporting her to a guard, a servant, or to her father or siblings.

He rests his hand out in the air for her to grab onto where he then helps her back onto her feet. "No, no, it was my fault. I was wandering throughout the hallways when I shouldn't have been." The male bows slightly to the princess, and she absentmindedly wrinkles her nose. "I'm Vylad."

"No need to bow," the princess says with a wave of her gloved hand as a way to show dismissal. "Alex. Care to take a walk with me in the garden?"

"Nothing would make me happier."

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Months pass, and Princess Alexandra Zvahl of Meteli has mysteriously disappeared the night of her fiancé's eighteen birthday. A ball had been thrown in their honor for the future wedding even if it the arranged married was supposed to only be a little over a year's time away. It was also know to be a ball to celebrate the young prince's coming of age of adulthood. The ball was the night of his birthday, and it came to a shock to each member of the palace when she wasn't found the next morning in her bed.

Searches for the princess have been made, but to no avail she hasn't been found. The marriage, however, has not been called off in the hope of her reappearance in the near future.

"Find someone!" King Hayden orders. He slams his fist against his mahogany wooded desk in anger. "Think of something! If we cannot find my daughter, then we must find somebody to take her place until then." King Hayden rubs his temple from the frustration he feels and the stress from the piles of paperwork scattered among the surface of the object. "My, now I have overworked myself into a headache. Leave servant, go and find me a new princess with these simple directions."

King Hayden lifts his hand up with two pieces of paper. The first one, a set of directions, and the second one consisting of a short letter.

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"Y/N, would you come down here please?" Ms. Davis, the orphanage caretaker, calls to the, just turned, eighteen year old female from the downstairs.

Y/N sighs as she places her book down against her small bed. Of course she's read this book more than once in the past, but her favorite part has occurred where the prince has realized his feelings for the younge village girl.

However, once she arrives downstairs, she learns that she's in for a surprise. Palace guards stand in front of she, and they hand her a piece of paper.

Greetings,

As of the news of my daughter's, Princess Alexandra, disappearance has caused deep grief and chaos amongst many kingdoms, I have sent for you to live at the palace to take her place under the title 'long lost sister' for her future marriage to Prince Leonardo of Scaleswind.

I will see you soon, and I will make sure you quickly attend lessons as well as meeting your future fiancé. This is all until Princess Alexandra is found.

Yours Truly,

King Hayden Zvahl of Meteli

Y/N looks up from the paper to see Ms. Davis smile softly at her. Wrinkles begin to form under her eyes, and she nudges for Y/N to go back upstairs to collect her little belongs.

Y/N has always thought that she would never become adopted, or even get out of the orphanage, but she has been proven wrong.

Y/N quickly finishes packing, and she says goodbye to the rest of the children. Ms. Davis kisses her forehead wishing her good luck and soon Y/N's being taken to the palace only to be greeted by, and stood in front of the King himself.

"Lessons will begin tomorrow. But until then, I will have one of my children come and show you around, and you will have to remain to use your new title of being a long lost princess. A ball will be held with time for your arrival, and you will soon meet your future fiancé," King Hayden says. He sighs and looks down at the shorter girl. He had the advantage of standing a few stairs above her. "Good day, Y/N. Do not disappoint me." Hayden turns around and begins to walk towards the doors of the palace. Y/N is permitted to follow behind just yet, with arms blocking her path, until he has reach the large doors. "A servant must receive my son and bring him forth to our guest!"

That was the day the title Princess Y/N of Meteli was born.