This is the first in a series of stories that will serve as a continuation of The Princest Series. The events will follow the lives of the three siblings. If you're interested in how these events came about, you can read Princest, which is a series of 6 stories that took place in the day of Princess Victoria's 18th birthday celebration.
The sounds of the castle maids cleaning her room brought Princess Victoria out of a deep sleep. She reluctantly sat up and stretched her arms up. It took her a moment to realize she was completely nude. She quickly covered herself with a blanket before either maid spotted her. Once they exited her room, she dragged herself to her bathroom.
She looked herself over in the mirror. She was a mess. It was a long night with her step-brother that took her to the early morning hours. All she wanted to do was sleep the whole day. But that's the price for staying up all night.
She washed up and got dressed. Her birthday celebration was over and now it was back to her regular routine.
She left her room and headed down the hall. She reached the steps at the same time as her step-brother, Prince Desmond, whom just a few short hours ago, she had finished going against everything she knew to be wrong. The two avoided eye contact as they made their way downstairs and to the grand dining room.
The King and Queen, along with their sister, Princess Demona, were seated. Desmond took his usual spot next to his twin while Victoria sat at her usual spot opposite them.
Princess Demona was surprisingly happy, which was completely opposite of her demeanor the day and night prior. Victoria was curious of this as she lost track of her sister as the night came to an end and she took Demona's place in their brother's bedroom.
"I have an announcement everyone." Demona spoke up gleefully. "This evening, I will be escorted to dinner by Prince Frederick of Lucin."
"That's fantastic news sweetheart." The Queen praised.
Desmond remained silent as he slowly and uninterestedly consumed his breakfast. Victoria, on the other hand, stared at her sister with a confused look.
Frederick?
she thought to herself.
Victoria was clearly mistaken when she assumed there was connection between herself and Frederick during their dance last night.
"Where are you going?" The King asked, sternly but jokingly.
"I'm not sure. He said one of the outer villages." she responded excitedly.
"Good. Prince Frederick is a fine young man." The King answered while glancing to the Queen and nodding in agreement.
"Don't forget everyone. Your father and I will be leaving shortly for the Kingdom of Bilham to meet with King Alfred and Queen Marilyn about the new bridge. We won't be back until tomorrow evening. We'll make sure Bayard will oversee things and you'll have everything you need." The Queen added.
The family finished their breakfast. The conversation was mostly dominated by Demona and The Queen. Desmond and Victoria were relatively silent before being excused.
They ascended the stairs together. Without sharing so much as a glance, they broke off to go down their separate hallways once they reached the top.
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The excitement was almost too much to bear. Princess Demona had finished her bath and was frantically trying to choose the right dress.
"Grrr. He's going to be here soon. What am I gonna wear?" She spoke aloud to herself.
She giggled to herself as she finally picked out a wonderful red dress with silver and white trim. She loved this dress because it was shorter than normal and hugged her body tighter than most of her others. She pulled the dress over her otherwise nude body. She added matching shoes and gave her hair golden blonde hair a few more brushes before hurrying out of the room, a beautiful, nervous wreck.
The Princess was a vision of pure radiance as she stood out front of her castle's main entrance. Beams from the setting sun seemed to shine directly on her. She looked on as an elegant coach, drawn by 2 shiny black stallions, came to a halt.
The coachman hurried down and opened the door. Prince Frederick stepped out. He was dressed to perfection in a white princely suit trimmed in gold. He stood properly while she approached him.
"You look devine, Princess." he praised.
"Thank you, Frederick" Demona responded.
He bowed to her and assisted her into the coach. He entered after her and the coachman closed the door and quickly took the reigns of the horses and they departed.
Demona couldn't believe what was waiting for her inside the coach. Frederick had gotten her a bouquet of her favorite flower, the magestic white tulip, a rare flower that Demona only had paintings of, in the hopes of one day owning one she could plant in her own enclosed garden near the castle.
