Hope's POV: I walked down the hall as I ran my hand through my hair. How could Lizzie be so stupid? Doesn't she know that you're not supposed to insult the King? I can't believe that I'm marrying this girl.
"Princess", one of my guards called out, shaking me from my thoughts as I came to a stop.
"What? I'm kinda busy at the moment", I asked in annoyance, wanting to get to my art room to paint the fiery blonde from earlier.
"I was wondering if you could somehow raise my payment this week", they pleaded.
"Excuse me", I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well, my little brother, Pedro, he's come down with a fever", they explained. "And I already have trouble paying the rent-"
"You want me to...pity you", I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No", they answered quickly. "I j-just thought-"
"I'll tell you what", I said as they sighed in relief. "I'll reduce your pay to make up for your lateness this morning", I suggested, causing their eyes to widen.
"You can't do that", they exclaimed, causing me to chuckle to myself.
"I just did", I pointed out.
"We'll lose our house for sure. My brother built that house before he passed away", they panicked.
"That's not really my problem", I shrugged. "And the next time you try and sell me out with some sob story. Make sure that the person that you're telling actually cares about what you have to say", I stated, pushing passed them and heading back down the hall.
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Penelope's POV: I glared down at the floor before I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. "Penelope, hey", Josie greeted. "What's wrong", she asked, noticing the distraught look on my face.
"It's nothing", I lied, waving her off. "Did you need something", I asked, tilting my head slightly.
"Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today, since, you know, we're both off duty", she said, wringing her hands nervously.
"Sorry, I can't", I apologized. "My little brother's ill", I admitted, turning to walk off.
"Is he okay", she asked in concern.
"He's running a high fever, and has been vomiting all morning", I explained exhaustedly.
"Well, maybe I could help", she suggested.
"You would do that", I asked her in surprise.
"Why not", she shrugged as I looked her over suspiciously. This has to be some kind of joke. There's no way a girl like her would ever want anything to do with the likes of me.
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Lizzie's POV: I looked through the closet in frustration as I tossed yet another dress to the side. "This is ridiculous. Why must a Princess always wear these dreadful death traps", I grumbled, shutting the door. I always dreamed of being a princess growing up: wearing beautiful, expansive gowns, attending balls, sleeping in an actual bed, not having to worry about starving to death, finding a prince, but this is hardly anything like I thought it would be.
The beds are not exactly what I'm used to. I actually found myself more comfortable with just sleeping on the floor last night. And talk about invasion of privacy. I can't even dress myself without one of the staff insisting to do everything for me, and God forbid I attempt to take an actual bath. The maids had prepared me one earlier, and practically tore my dress off me. The dresses themselves are horrible on their own without someone putting some sort of horrid deathtrap around my waist. Not to mention the countless times I've nearly tripped in this stupid thing. And don't even get me started on this whole arranged marriage situation.
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The Prophecy
Fanfiction"My aunties used To tell me stories of the four. They said they could either bring the kingdoms together or bring ruin" - Hope
