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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jun 25, 2007 14:32:38 GMT -4
Yes, she could remember seeing Clarissa’s parents at the last ball that was held. Easily one of the most beautiful couples in attendance, with Emma Frost so fair and elegant and Henry McCoy so striking and handsome. The perfect match.
“Thank you,” Katherine accepted the compliment, a hint of pink in her cheeks. “But no one looks lovelier than my sisters.” It was true. Not only did they have the best of everything, but they knew how to use it. There were times when Katherine still felt like a little girl playing dress up. “When you are old enough, I know you’ll enjoy it. You will never forget the first party you attend at the castle. Sometimes it is still so much like a dream.”
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Post by Callie on Jun 25, 2007 15:51:57 GMT -4
Callie listened with wide eyes, at the mention of the other Princesses, she looked thoughtful for a moment "They are pretty but..." she looked over her shoulders and leant in, whispering seriously "You're the nicest."
She leant back, beaming cheerfully "Mister Fuzzy thinks so too," she nodded "And that means you're the best."
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jun 27, 2007 9:05:21 GMT -4
Katherine laughed again. Oh, the mind of a child. As much as she appreciated the compliments, she knew that nobody of age would agree. She was far from the best at anything, and when it came to being royalty, ‘nice’ had very little to do with anything. People didn’t respect ‘nice’. They didn’t follow orders from ‘nice’. They didn’t follow ‘nice’ around like a lost puppy, drooling all over their shoes. Paws. Whatever.
And they certainly didn’t court ‘nice’. As much as she wanted to believe it, she had lied. Being a princess wasn’t like it was in the storybooks. It was about power and image, plain and simple, and she found herself lacking in both categories.
“Just don’t let my sisters hear either of you saying that,” Katherine whispered.
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Post by Callie on Jun 27, 2007 9:13:44 GMT -4
Callie giggled, leaning in conspiritorially "Don't worry." she confided "I can keep secrets."
"And Mister Fuzzy can too." she added confidently "Though, that might be because he only really talks to me." she admitted after a moment's thought, grinning a little.
In the brief lull in things to say, Callie remembered the book in the Princess' lap, and now was as good a time as any.
She pointed at it "What book is that?" she asked, interested.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 1, 2007 10:26:43 GMT -4
Katherine found herself easily believing Clarissa. If the only person the child told secrets to was “Mr. Fuzzy”, then there was nothing to worry about on that front. But that didn’t stop the princess from blushing a little and clutching the book quickly to her chest when reminded of its presence.
“It, uh, it’s nothing,” she replied, glancing around as if expecting someone to suddenly jump out of the bushes and catch her. It wasn’t that reading was a bad thing, but her choice of literature was severely frowned upon, especially by her father.
Father?
Her head was really starting to hurt.
“Just some poetry. Kind of boring, really.”
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Post by Callie on Jul 1, 2007 15:33:56 GMT -4
Callie blinked at how jumpy the princess seemed, though she couldn't work out what might have caused it.
Was there something about the book? Maybe it was a secret, like a diary or something, even though it didn't look like one. That was honestly the only option the nine year old could come up with.
"Oh." she said, then nodded slightly "Ok."
If it was a secret, it wouldn't be very nice to push. Though it was painfully obvious that Callie was very interested, she reluctantly backed off.
Maybe it was just boring.
"Well, um, I like books too." she offered.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 1, 2007 15:41:27 GMT -4
Whew, potential crisis avoided. It wasn’t that big of a deal, at least not to any other person, but to a princess? For the daughter of the man that had pretty much single-handedly brought mutants into power and persecuted the inferior humans to be reading literature penned by the latter was just not acceptable. Not that Katherine really cared what society thought about her… alright, so she cared, but not as much as she cared about not disappointing her father and being seen in a more favourable light by her sisters.
“Really? And what kind of books do you like?” she questioned enthusiastically, glad to have the focus off of herself.
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Post by Callie on Jul 5, 2007 14:30:21 GMT -4
Callie grinned a little, proud that the princess seemed so relieved, because she'd chosen to change the subject (sort of), and more than a little impressed to have such an interested audience.
She shrugged "Any I can find," she admitted with a grin "But I like fairy tales best, y'know all the princesses like you, and the dragons and knights that aren't really around, all that stuff, I like that."
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 7, 2007 10:40:07 GMT -4
Oh, if only real life was like the fairytales. Sure, she was a princess, but her daily life was severely lacking in dragons and knights. The closest thing she had to knight around here were the agents of SHIELD, and many of them struck her as far from noble. And dragons? Well, they would kind of have to exist first, but how awesome would that be?
Often, usually in the first light of morning while sleep was still fading, Katherine would find herself wondering what her life would have been like had the King not taken her in. Would it be anymore exciting?
No, it would be inferior. They were inferior.
Then the headaches would come again, growing increasingly worse until she couldn’t take it anymore and made herself an appointment with Miss Frost.
“Those were always my favourite stories as well,” Katherine replied with a soft smile. “Clarissa, do you know if your mother is incredibly busy?”
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Post by Callie on Jul 8, 2007 14:08:08 GMT -4
Callie grinned happily, all unawares of the turmoil going on in the mind of the princess opposite her.
Her grin grew when Katherine confided that they had been her favourite tales as well, Callie loved the idea that she had something in common with the princess.
"Mister Fuzzy doesn't like them," she admitted "But he's a boy, so that's probably why."
At the question, she shrugged "Um, I don't know, she was busy enough this morning that she didn't see me leave."
She stopped, her eyes wide, she hadn't meant to admit that she'd snuck out. She hoped she wasn't in trouble.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 10, 2007 17:52:13 GMT -4
Seeing Clarissa’s eyes go wide, Katherine quickly realised how her words must have sounded to the apparently sneaky child. Leaning in, she smiled conspiratorially and dropped her voice.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell if Mister Fuzzy won’t, and since he only talks to you then I think you’re safe,” she said. “But maybe you should be getting back soon. If you would like, I could help you find your way out of here and walk you home.”
Hopefully Miss Frost wasn’t too busy and could squeeze the princess into her schedule.
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Post by Callie on Jul 13, 2007 17:51:22 GMT -4
Callie breathed a sigh of relief when the princess offered to keep her secret - the older girl had most definitely endeared herself to Callie forever now (or, as much of forever as children can see - so, at least next Tuesday).
"Ok." She agreed. She was probably right, it was about time she was getting back or people might become suspicious and start looking for her, and then she'd be in trouble. "Thank you." she added, remembering her manners.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 17, 2007 21:03:38 GMT -4
(sorry, sorry, sorry! I kinda forgot about this one)
“No, thank you,” Katherine replied as she got to her feet. Brushing the grass from her skirt with her free hand, she then held it out for Clarissa to take. “Talking with you was a wonderful way to pass the afternoon.”
She really was a darling child, but it was to be expected with parents like she had. Henry and Emma were the perfect couple, both so intelligent and beautiful, and they had done so much to make the world a better place. It was the kind of romance that storybooks were made of.
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Post by Callie on Jul 18, 2007 11:54:59 GMT -4
((hehe bless, it's cool))
Callie grinned, taking the princess' hand and standing up "I liked talking to you too." she confided, nodding sincerely "And Mister Fuzzy says he enjoyed it too."
Mister Fuzzy shared a lot of Callie's tastes.
"Um..which way?" She looked about the maze, confused, all the hedges looked the same to her.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jul 18, 2007 17:59:07 GMT -4
Grasping Clarissa’s tiny hand lightly in her own, Katherine made a show of looking down a row with a look of concentration on her face. When she turned her gaze back to the expectant child, though, there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“I guess that depends…” she said thoughtfully, before lowering her voice into a conspiratorial tone. “We can find our way out the hard way, or I can take us out the easy way.”
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