[Peach is curled up in an armchair in the library, with her full skirts spilling over onto the floor in a froth of pink lace. Her gloved arms are folded around her drawn-up knees, and she is crying helplessly into them, staining the pale silk ( Read more... )

[This is terrible, just terrible...but a princess must be brave. No matter how many times she was kidnapped, no matter how many hours she spent dangling from a rope over a pool of lava or freezing in the wind on the top of a bleak castle tower, Peach has always known someone will come for her ( Read more... )

[Peach was lucky enough not to actually witness the first deaths, but it's only a few strokes after midnight when she hears the soft thud of a body hitting the floor. Curious, she peeps into the room in question and sees something pink crumpled on the carpet ( Read more... )

[What a lovely kitchen they have in this house! Peach would be happier if it had a few wide, sunny windows with light lace curtains to waft in the breeze, but still, it's very pretty, very clean, and very well-equipped. And when Peach feels down, there's only one thing for it ( Read more... )

Oh, roommates! What a lovely surprise! [Peach clasps her hands, determined to put a brave face on things. She really is pleased with the idea of a new friend, and reads over the list eagerly.] Now, let's see...who am I rooming with...

[But...oh, my...her mouth forms a little 'o' of surprise. "Mr."? They've put her in with a man? Oh, my. ( Read more... )

[How very odd. Peach is fond of flying dreams, and she was having such a nice flying dream, gliding gently down through a blue sky filled with whipped cream clouds. However, as she stirs awake, she realizes that whatever she's lying on is much too hard to be her beloved four-poster bed ( Read more... )