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Prince Alexander

Vivian sighed as her handmaiden braided her long blue hair into a gorgeous plait. "What's wrong your highness?" Her handmaiden, Isabella, asked her. "nothing," She lied, "It's just that I have to marry this man in a week and I'm only meeting him today for fu- heaven's sake!" she caught herself as swearing 'wasn't very ladylike' but she didn't want to be ladylike, she didn't want to be married off to a someone the minute she turned eighteen and she definitely didn't want that someone to be a man.

"There, I'm all finished and we have about five minutes left to chat!" Isabella told her happily. Vivian never was too fond of the brunette, all she ever wanted to talk about was boys. Boys, boys, boys. That's all it ever was with her. You see, Vivian never really got all the excitement about boys, she was more into girls.

"-look like?" Isabella asked, awaiting a response. "Sorry, what was that again, I just completely zoned out there!" She laughed nervously in response. "What do you think he'll look like?" The small girl repeated. "Probably tall, blonde, perfect teeth, muscley and likes to show it. Y'know, like the clique 'prince charming' you read so much about in books and stuff." The princess stated dryly.

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And she was right. His personality wasn't much better either, in fact, he hardly had one other than the fact that he was self-centred and vaguely sexist. God, she hated being royalty. No, she hated being a princess because of her controlling parents watching her every move and forcing her into marriage as soon as they can without giving her a say in the matter whatsoever.

"Vivian, this is your fiance, Prince Alexander." Her father, King Everard, told her firmly. "Hey!" She faked attraction. "Hey, I want to get to know you a bit because I'm almost certain you're more than just a pretty face." He flirted, making her want to throw up. They sat down at the dining table and talked for hours, much to Vivian's despair, about their lives and selves. Which was essentially just Alex, as he nicknamed himself, talking about sports and how 'perfect' he is, whilst Vivian talks about books, dancing, and how he is her 'dream boy' which made her throw up in her mouth a little. 

As he was leaving, he told her "I look forward to dancing with such a stunning woman." He was constantly complimenting her appearance and not seeming to care about her personality at all. And it didn't get any better either. Every day they would go on a date, seven dates. Then a lifetime of him.

On the first date, he bought her the engagement ring. It was ridiculously expensive, pure gold with a giant diamond on the top. Of course, she pretended to love it. On the second painstakingly slow date, he bought her a huge bouquet of red roses. When Isabella saw them she said "Awwe, how romantic!" When the blue-eyed princess saw them she thought "Still just a clique prince charming." On the third date, he brought her a gorgeous sleeveless dress. It was a deep ocean blue with a tight lace corset and frilly skirt, much like the top of the dress. "It matches your hair and shows off your beautiful dark skin." He told her, which made her a little uncomfortable since it was only their third date. On their fourth date, he bought her a large, heart-shaped box of chocolates with a pink ribbon on top. "You look cute when you eat." Was his reasoning for this. Now she was starting to get really uncomfortable with him around.  You get it, he's creepy, she's lesbian.

It was on the fifth date that she decided that she couldn't stand a lifetime with him -or any period of time longer than one hour for that matter- and that she had to do something about it. She had already tried to talk to her father about it but he just wouldn't budge. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep because she knew that they would never accept her for who she is so she could never come out to them as a lesbian. So she concluded that she would run away the night of the wedding. She had the perfect plan: On the wedding night, all the security would be surrounding the venue at the back of the castle so she could sneak out through the front without getting caught. She would wear the most casual black clothes she owns (a funeral dress that she turned into a jumpsuit with a pair of scissors and a sewing machine) and pack regular clothes and necessities in a backpack she has for when her father takes her hiking. She would find a small village and move in pretending to be a traveller from a nearby town.

Now that she had her plan, she was thinking about how to perfectly execute it. The princess was pacing around her room, something she does whilst thinking a lot, when Isabella walked through the door. "What're you thinking about?" She asked, startling the taller girl a little. "Oh, it's just a book I read recently; it ended on a cliffhanger, that's all." She lied, now sitting on her bed. "It sucks when that happens!" Isabella exclaimed, earning a small giggle from the other as she patted a spot on the bed next to her. And for the first time in a while, they had an enjoyable conversation about books.

Isabella left at around eleven, practically skipping out the door. When the door was closed behind her, Vivian turned on the various rainbow fairy lights that were strung around her room, took out a book and started reading. She was reading for about an hour before packing the book in her backpack, turning the fairy lights off and going to sleep. She dreamt of her parents accepting her being gay and letting her marry a woman. She dreamt of her perfect wedding day with her perfect bride and everything being perfect on the happiest day of her life.