Princess Anastasia Powers's Story

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Princess Anastasia slipped on her royal purple gown, and hurried as she heard her father calling for her. The carriages were out waiting at the bottom of the steps of their castle, and the doors were opened as she and her father, King Edward, climbed in, and rode off to a new kingdom, that King Edward hoped would take his daughter's hand, in exchange for some publicity, and land.

Her purple gown fitted her nicely, and made her look curvy. She had on a white robe over it, and wore her princess tiara she's had since she was born. It was really the only thing she had that reminded her of her mother. Her father vowed to never take a new Queen, unless the Kingdom he ruled would fail. He truly loved her mother, Queen Annie. They'd been arranged to marry as Anastasia was.

She's known about this deal, for about a week, and she's finally coming to terms with it. She doesn't like the idea of living with a man she is supposed to marry, and doesn't even know. Maybe he'll be... her Prince Charming?

King Edward and Princess Anastasia soon arrived, and were escorted by a servant to the royal foyer. She looked around, the castle here was so much bigger than what she lived in at home.

Immediately, when her father saw the King, he bowed, and she followed. He greeted his friend with a hearty smile. "Ah, my friend, you look as if you aren't a day over the crowning."

Anastasia spotted a young man, arrive in the foyer at a leisurely pace, as if there was all the time in the world. She watched him for only a minute before being dragged up to the King by her father. "This is Anastasia, my daughter." He said, and she bowed before the King whom she'd never heard of.

As he straggled in, Lamont rolled his eyes at the other kings' greeting. Yes, his father did look older, much older. He had seen paintings.

His father grinned, and replied. "And neither do you, my friend."

Lamont winced a little in sympathy, however as the Princess was dragged around. His father did that to him t..."Father!" he yelped, as the King grabbed his ear and pulled him out of the doorway.

"And this is my son, Lamont. Shall we leave them to get acquainted? My son can show your daughter to the set of rooms we have set aside for your use while we are here."

Lamont rubbed his ear, not bothering to be subtle about it, before looking at the girl. He did have to admit, the tales didn't do her beauty justice. But that wasn't anything to base a marriage on. After all, look at his parents. Theirs' had been an arranged affair as well, and he was the only good thing to come out of it. "Well, Princess? Shall we be off, and leave these two doddering old fools to gossip?"