The Princess Bride [2a/?]
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March 3 2010, 00:26:47 UTC
”’Five years later, what seemed like the whole country of Florin had gathered in the city’s square just outside the castle’s walls. They’d all gathered to hear the royal announcement of Prince Gilbert Bielschmidt-“
“What does that have to do with anything?” Peter whined.
“Hush and you’ll see.”
A man stood on top of the castle wall, he was dressed much like any prince in a fairytale, with a royal blue velvet tunic covered in elegant gold embroidery, a pair of tights, black books, a golden jewel encrusted belt, and a crown on top of his head. What set him apart from most princes (if not all) he was a pale young man, with pale nearly white hair and red-violet eyes. On his lips he wore what could only be called a cocky smirk. To his right side stood his parents; his father, a blonde man with blue eyes and blond hair, who despite getting on in years still had wide set shoulders and a muscular build; and his mother, a blond woman who was clearly very well endowed when it came to cleavage. To Gilbert’s left was a man with long blond hair and a single braid, he wore a scowl (as he always did) and was finely dressed despite not being a member of the royal family. The Prince cleared his throat and shouted at the peasant’s who’d gathered, “Alright you guys now I’m like totally awesome right!” there was a murmur in the crowd, had he really gathered then all there to brag? Something like that wouldn’t be beyond the Prince to do, just last week, he’d well basically down the same thing minus his parents and the Count though, “Anyways, this kingdom here, it’s an awesome kingdom (mostly because you know one day I’ll inherent it).” His father lifted his palm to his face regretting the fact that his wife had only produced one child in their marriage and that one child was now the man acting a fool before all the subjects, “And well next month our kingdom’s going to be 500, so tl;dr I’m getting married then.”
There was a sort of groan from the crowd that morphed into a cheer. If the prince was to be getting married that meant he would be having an heir of his own one day and that that heir would be just as cocky as he was. But they cheered none the less for fear not doing so would result in a blood bath, for they’d not shown how awesome they thought the Prince’s choice to marry was.
“So you guys are going to meet my chick. Just so you all know she’s a total babe, even if she could use bigger tits.”
“Gilbert just get on with it.” The king growled, this was getting rather ridiculous, and the man never hoped so uch in his life that he would live a long healthy life.
“Okay so here she is, you’re future queen, the Princess Felka!” trumpets began to play as the gate was lowered and out into a cleared section of the masses, the same Felka from the farm walked out.”
”WAIT!” Peter shouted out, ”She can’t marry Gilbert.”
“And why not?” Tino raised an eyebrow.
“She’s in love with Toris.”
“He’s dead.”
“It’s still not fair, she’s in love with him.”
“Oh well life is not fair. You get used to it, and back then women married men they didn’t love. And sine Gilbert is the prince he can make Felka do whatever he wants. Except for make her love him. They’re just getting married and you know plenty have been trapped in loveless marriages. So just shush.”
The commoners gathered all bowed to the young woman as she walked out. Though she didn’t smile at any of the. She was in love with Toris and he was dead, the only reason she’d agreed to marry Prince Gilbert was because she had to, for the law made it so. That and the fact that he was like totally loaded so she would be able to get like everything she wanted, like really gorgeous expensive dresses, and nice shoes. That was a perk of being queen nice things, and all this adoration was nice too.
Felka would still go on daily rides with her precious pony Buttercup, through the woods of the fair country of Florin. She would dress in her scarlet riding clothes, and with her hair flying behind her move along down the paths.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Peter whined.
“Hush and you’ll see.”
A man stood on top of the castle wall, he was dressed much like any prince in a fairytale, with a royal blue velvet tunic covered in elegant gold embroidery, a pair of tights, black books, a golden jewel encrusted belt, and a crown on top of his head. What set him apart from most princes (if not all) he was a pale young man, with pale nearly white hair and red-violet eyes. On his lips he wore what could only be called a cocky smirk. To his right side stood his parents; his father, a blonde man with blue eyes and blond hair, who despite getting on in years still had wide set shoulders and a muscular build; and his mother, a blond woman who was clearly very well endowed when it came to cleavage. To Gilbert’s left was a man with long blond hair and a single braid, he wore a scowl (as he always did) and was finely dressed despite not being a member of the royal family. The Prince cleared his throat and shouted at the peasant’s who’d gathered, “Alright you guys now I’m like totally awesome right!” there was a murmur in the crowd, had he really gathered then all there to brag? Something like that wouldn’t be beyond the Prince to do, just last week, he’d well basically down the same thing minus his parents and the Count though, “Anyways, this kingdom here, it’s an awesome kingdom (mostly because you know one day I’ll inherent it).” His father lifted his palm to his face regretting the fact that his wife had only produced one child in their marriage and that one child was now the man acting a fool before all the subjects, “And well next month our kingdom’s going to be 500, so tl;dr I’m getting married then.”
There was a sort of groan from the crowd that morphed into a cheer. If the prince was to be getting married that meant he would be having an heir of his own one day and that that heir would be just as cocky as he was. But they cheered none the less for fear not doing so would result in a blood bath, for they’d not shown how awesome they thought the Prince’s choice to marry was.
“So you guys are going to meet my chick. Just so you all know she’s a total babe, even if she could use bigger tits.”
“Gilbert just get on with it.” The king growled, this was getting rather ridiculous, and the man never hoped so uch in his life that he would live a long healthy life.
“Okay so here she is, you’re future queen, the Princess Felka!” trumpets began to play as the gate was lowered and out into a cleared section of the masses, the same Felka from the farm walked out.”
”WAIT!” Peter shouted out, ”She can’t marry Gilbert.”
“And why not?” Tino raised an eyebrow.
“She’s in love with Toris.”
“He’s dead.”
“It’s still not fair, she’s in love with him.”
“Oh well life is not fair. You get used to it, and back then women married men they didn’t love. And sine Gilbert is the prince he can make Felka do whatever he wants. Except for make her love him. They’re just getting married and you know plenty have been trapped in loveless marriages. So just shush.”
The commoners gathered all bowed to the young woman as she walked out. Though she didn’t smile at any of the. She was in love with Toris and he was dead, the only reason she’d agreed to marry Prince Gilbert was because she had to, for the law made it so. That and the fact that he was like totally loaded so she would be able to get like everything she wanted, like really gorgeous expensive dresses, and nice shoes. That was a perk of being queen nice things, and all this adoration was nice too.
Felka would still go on daily rides with her precious pony Buttercup, through the woods of the fair country of Florin. She would dress in her scarlet riding clothes, and with her hair flying behind her move along down the paths.
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