Petite Knight by Meh

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Petite Knight

Chapter One

“Hold still already, your majesty,” grunted a rangy looking 17 year old girl, looking much like a servant. A servant she was indeed. Her clothes looked like rags, but they were good enough to protect her from windy days. Yet, she was still rather pretty. Her long, brown hair was a bit wavy, not too much though. Oh and her eyes, her coal black eyes, reflected true beauty. They always looked so calm, so knowing; so, so brilliant. Not that anyone treated her with respect. After all, she was just a servant. One person looked up to her though, not that any one knew this.

“Ugh Chelsea, you try holding still! I hate getting my hair done, it’s such a pain.”

The girl that spoke was younger, at the age of 15 years to be exact. Chelsea, the servant, was combing her golden, dirty blonde hair, something she obviously didn’t like. Her bright, baby blue eyes were wide and curious; wanting to know everything there was to know in the world. Wanting, she was, to explore every little inch. “It hurts to be beautiful.” Chelsea answered, leaving the princess to groan.

“But-“

“No buts Princess Fawn.” Fawn, oh that name bothered her so. Couldn’t she have something cooler?

After her hair was straightened, make up on, corset tight, and a beautiful blue dress- that really brought of her eyes- was all made ‘perfecto,’ Fawn was ready. “That only took about half the day,” groaned the princess, not eager to what was going to happen next.

Chelsea sighed, struggling to think of the right words to say, “At least you’ll look pretty for the ball, which I know you don’t want to. At least go and make King Aaron proud of you.”

Suddenly, Fawn slouched down, as much as the corset would let her. “He.. should be proud of me the way I am..”

An awkward silence followed that, neither of them wanting to break it. It was only broken when a robust lady, in a dress that was too small for here, barged into the room. “Its time for the ball my little princess!” Fawn shot Chelsea a look as if to ask, ‘Who the heck is this lady?’ Before she could say anything, Fawn was dragged off by the large woman, who was rather strong. She stumbled as the unknown lady pushed her forward, almost causing her to fall off the top of the stairs. Every single person below her stopped, the ladies curtsying and gentlemen bowing. Give me a break, Fawn thought as she waved her hand all fancy-like for their enjoyment. They all pretty much fainted.

Picking up her dress a little, Fawn began to long descend down the stairs. Talk about hard, walking down stairs with high heels and a dress on. Mind elsewhere, she wasn’t paying attention to her steps. With a yelp, she stumbled down the stairs, having tripped over her own feet and the dress. She slid down as if she was riding a slide. The bumpy ride almost caused her at times to fly in the air. Finally, Fawn landed with a soft thump as she hit the ground.

Blushing, the baffled girl picked herself up and gave a small curtsy, though usually princesses never did that. A chuckle from no where was made but quickly died off as no other then King Aaron, Fawn’s father, glared down at them all. By his right side, where his wife should be, was no body. Queen Sarah had died not but a year after Fawn was born, so that left her without a mother. It was rather odd growing up with just a father. He never seemed to know the right comforting words to say, like right now. “All of you be silent. We all make mistakes.” Fawn almost laughed, knowing he didn’t mean that.

His descent down the stairs was much more, how you say, composed than hers. Even when he was climbing down, his posture was straight. As usual, for the balls, he wore a fancy suit with his red robe-cape thing following with his crown on top of his head. It was much larger then Fawn’s, who didn’t care at all. Hers was delicate with light blue crystals in it, it was perfect. His was gold with red crystals in it. Blue was more her color.

“Greetings Father,” Fawn spoke, using the most proper face she could.

For a moment, he didn’t speak but then finally uttered, “Good afternoon Princess Fawn.” That wasn’t what she had been hoping for. Maybe a pat on the back, an ‘Are you okay?’ Never was that to happen. Sometimes she just wished she could be normal, not some princess. It wasn’t like she had a choice though. Being the only heir to the thrown, she had to stick it out. It could get better eventually. Not. After a bit of silence around the whole ball room King Aaron bellowed out across the room, “This is a ball! We need music and laughter, food and drinks.” A bell rang and the people cheered, already starting to dance.

“Must I?” questioned Fawn though she knew the answer. Not waiting for the answer she knew oh so well, Fawn stalked off to ‘enjoy’ the party.

“Turn that frown upside down!” rang a voice from behind Fawn. Quickly, she spun around, knowing exactly who it was.

Fawn pretty much squealed with delight, “Taylor!” The girl that had spoken first was indeed Taylor, a beautiful 16 year old girl with pale ginger hair. Her brown eyes just danced with happiness; there was always a happy air around her.

“Hello, your majesty.” Fawn immediately frowned at this but Taylor gave her a joking punch and they both started to crack up.

“Taylor, you look absolutely stunning!” Fawn pointed out, examining her beautiful pink and white dress. As always, she looked dazzling. “I’m surprised there aren’t boys surrounding you yet!” Taylor blushed, looking down at her feet.

“You look bett-.” Before she could even finish Fawn interrupted her, “Nuh-uh.” They both laughed some more, Fawn almost dying when a few boys kept staring at her friend. “Point proven.” All Taylor could do was glare at her.

“Alright, back to you. Look, you have to start dancing with some boys. You know what will happen if you don’t.”

Fawn frowned, “Yeah, my dad will send me to the dungeon.” An uneasy laugh escaped both the girls then a serious look was placed on Taylor’s eyes.

“What about that guy, he’s kind of cute, looks about your age.” Fawn examined the person. He was tall, much taller then her, with shaggy brown hair.

“He’s tall.” Fawn stated dumbly, taken by surprise at how tall he was. In fact, he looked like a giant.

“At least he is someone decent.” Taylor was right there. Sighing a bit, Fawn made her way through the crowd to stand in front of the stranger.

“Care to dance?” He seemed to have read her mind. Fawn smiled, he seemed quite charming until he added, “Princess Clumsy.” Instantly, her bright blue eyes flashed with anger. You make one mistake and the whole kingdom is mocking you?

“No, rude sir, I would not. If you treat others which such respect then you must have no friends.” Nose high in the air, Fawn made her way back over to Taylor. It was hard to get Fawn angry but once you did you better watch out.

Still fuming, Fawn muttered to her friend, “What a dreadful creature! If he even trips the slightest bit I will be sure to point it out.” Taylor laughed nervously at this, knowing that she was going to do exactly that if such a thing happened.

“You’re exactly right milady. You should have him beheaded for such talk to you milady.” A voice sounded from behind Fawn, which made her spin around quickly. It was Peter, son of Lord Thomas. This made her mood even worse. He acted as if she had fallen head over heels for him when it was the other way around. Always, Peter had to be the center of attention. Dancing with the princess, who everyone knew he liked, would do just that.

Fawn almost groaned at the question but out of the corner of her eye she saw, guess who, her father staring at her. “Why not.” She answered, stepping onto the wooden tile of the dance floor. Peter had a weird grin on his face as he came over to her, grabbing her delicate hands a bit too roughly. All he seemed to know how to do was spin around and around. Fawn felt miserable by the time the song was done, not able to walk straight at first. So much spinning.

When she regained mobility, she rejoined Taylor but Peter had followed her like a little lost puppy. “You know, you look stunning tonight.” Fawn nodded, thinking the exact opposite. All of a sudden, he started to lean forward. Her eyes grew wide and she took a step back, leaving him to kiss the air. “Why did you do that Princess Fawn?”

For the longest time Fawn just frowned and then a cold answer escaped her lips, “I don’t like you like that Peter.” She sounded much colder then necessary. Peter shrugged and that weird grin was still plastered on his face as he bowed and walked off. “Tonight can’t get any worse.” Fawn muttered under her breath.

In a horrible mood she turned to Taylor, who was at her right side; was. At the moment, she was dancing with someone she had never seen before. That was Taylor for you; all the compliments must have gotten to her. Grunting, Fawn made her way across the room. Much easier said then done. Many asked her to dance, some she just had to accept. After all, who knows if her father was watching? Finally she made it across the room, sighing quietly with relief. Silently, she twisted a door knob and pushed the door open. The door actually led outside, which was quite odd. Yet it was wonderful, none of the Loners would ever expect.

Actually, it wasn’t exactly the outside, since they were about two stories up. It was a balcony. Flowers grew on all sides of it, seeming even more beautiful in the moon’s pale light. For the first time that night, she actually felt happy as she leaned against the rail on the balcony. The air outside this lovely night was just right. “I wish this ball would be over with already.”

“Why is that Princess Fawn?” The voice seemed to come out of no where. This made Fawn jump and squeal, only to realize it was just Chelsea, her faithful servant. It still amazed her how she moved about so quietly. When Fawn had asked one day she said she learned it from training with some professionals, after all royalty had to have the best. “I saw you enter here and I followed, sorry if I interrupted you. This is the place, well one of them, where you usually think or go to escape. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

Fawn nodded, not saying anything. The silence was quite awkward and both of them shifted uncomfortably. “They’re just all the same.” the young princess finally spoke, “Everyone begging to dance with you just because you’re the princess. Half of them don’t even know me yet they already judge me.” Not really knowing the feeling, all Chelsea could do was nod and place a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

“It’s alright. You have a great personality.”

Fawn laughed, “Yet no one sticks around long enough to know that.”

[Firelyte (Cuddles)]

red robe-cape thing following with
wats the red robe cape thing? be specific
besides the rest is great honestly ure a great writer already