Daminette Stories

Get To Know You

By: izzybelledot

Summary:
Princess Marinette has issued a challenge; the one to retrieve the key tied around the monster's neck will have her hand in marriage.

It really should have been simple for various lords, knights, and peasants alike to achieve.

Spoiler; not wasn't.

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"Daughter, I'm growing old."

Marinette frowned, picking at the pink overskirt on her grey dress. She knew where this conversation was going, and she still wasn't happy about it. Her father wouldn't listen to her, no matter how she reasoned with him. What was so horrible about not wanting to marry a stranger? "Not that old."

"Yes, daughter," The King; Tom frowned back at her. His right hand was clasped around the other where his wedding ring was. Queen Sabine had passed a year ago, and there wasn't a day he didn't miss her. He did not understand why his daughter did not want to marry, as it had been the best thing to happen to him. "I will allow you to issue a challenge of your choosing, as is custom. But I must insist that you do issue a challenge."

Marinette sighed, looking up at him hesitatingly with a small smile. "Could I enter myself for my own hand?"

"No."

Marinette frowned again, resisting the urge to refuse. Her father would just issue his own challenge, and she wanted some control over her future. But she did not want to get married to a stranger, and if she did not wish that then she had to issue a challenge. Or else the Agreste heir might try to strike some sort of political deal for her hand.

Suddenly she was struck by inspiration, her eyes lighting up. The king eyed her wearily, unsure what his daughter had decided upon. "I have an idea for the challenge, I will go to the forest. And I will hide a key there, the one to find the key will have my hand."

Tom was surprised by this, it seemed too easy. He expected Marinette to put up a bigger fight. "You will not bury it or lose it will you?"

Her eyes twinkled in mischief. "I will know where it is at all times, I assure you. In fact, it should be fairly easy to find it, only hard to obtain."

Tom considered it a moment longer before relenting. Because really, he could only deal with the other nobles for so long. "You have my permission," He sighed, causing Marinette to let out a small exclamation of delight. "Do not make me regret this."

"Of course, you will not regret this!" She curtsied hastily before rushing out of the room. She traveled down numerous hallways, turn after turn after turn. She was not supposed to know this path, not supposed to recognize the small wooden door, at the end of her track. And most certainly not supposed to be so familiar with it.

But Marinette had never been what others expected of her.

She had barely raised her hand to knock where a voice called for her to enter.

She hurriedly rushed in and smiled brightly, launching herself at the man who stood there. "Luka! I've been asked to issue a challenge for my hand in marriage!"

Luka quirked a brow at that, catching her in a hug nonetheless. Luka was the castle's magician, about a year older than her and her mentor and friend. He was practically her brother and had taught her magic in secret, as it was one of her passions. "I thought you did not wish to be married Ma-Ma-Marinette? Unless you've changed your mind about Adrien," He teased her, perfectly aware of the vile boy who insisted on her hand so obnoxiously.