This is a Kingdom Keepers take on the Princess and the Pauper. With a dark twist. I will not name names. *coughcoughMALEFICENTcough*
Man, I still I have a terrible cough!
It's gunna be epic, lets just say that.
Here we go.
Princess Charlene POV
"Princess?" a voice whispered from behind my bedroom door. I turned around, in my afternoon gown, and opened it slowly. A familiar face smiled at me.
"Donnie!" I squealed, pulling my best friend into a hug. Maybeck (also known as Donnie or Terry) hugged me, closing my bedroom door with his foot.
I sat on my bed, crossing my ankles and placing my hands in my lap, making sure I had a straight back. Proper princess etiquette, you know?
"So Maybeck. What's up?" I asked my mother's slave. Maybeck was a slave. I am a princess. Our friendship was a secret.
He raised an eyebrow. "Uh...the sky?"
I laughed. "I mean about the town! What is the latest gossip?"
"Oh! Well, turns out the tailor was cheating on the baker, but they don't..."
I started to tune Maybeck out. The town life seemed so fun, much more adventurous then staying here, cooped up in a stupid castle, getting ready for a stupid wedding with some stupid prince from a stupid kingdom.
"Do you know who they chose for me yet?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I believe his name is Prince...Filly? Fairy? Philly? Oh, wait! It's Prince Philby! Yeah!" Maybeck said.
I sighed. "He sounds awful."
"Char, you know absolutely nothing about him. He could be amazing, for all we know!"
"Or he could be a total jerk! I would at least like to know the person before I MARRY him!"I groaned, hitting my bed. I walked over to the window and opened it. The wind swept my hair back, and I smiled. Fresh air smells nice.
"I want to go," I said plainly.
"I want to go to the town," I laid my chin on my fist, sighing happily, looking at the town down the hill.
"But you can't, Charlie," Maybeck pointed out. I sighed.
"I know this, Terry." I stared at the town for a while in silence.
WOAH! LIGHTBULB MOMENT!
I spun around, grabbing Maybeck by the shoulders. "You can take me!"
"What?" Maybeck gasped.
"You go out to town all the time! Do you think you can sneak me out?" I asked.
Maybeck smiled. "Of course I can, Charlie! This is ME we are talking about! This stuff is my specialty!"
Seamstress Willa POV
"Willa? I am going out," my co-seamstress, Amanda Lockheart, said, walking past my room. I was working on attatching sleeves to a dress. I pricked my finger on the needle and yelped. A drop of blood dripped from my finger and onto the dress.
Well, THATS one way to ruin a dress. I sighed and turned to Amanda.
"Are you going out to see that Larry guy again?"
"His name is Lawernce!" She giggled, girly. "I call him Finn."
I shook my head. "When will you learn, Mandy? Love always backfires. Focus on whats important."
"You are just saying that because you haven't met the perfect guy yet!" Amanda said.
"ARE YOU TWO WORKING OR GOSSIPING?!" our boss yelled from a different room.
"We are working, Miss De Vil!" I called back. I always thought there was something...off about Cruella De Vil, our boss.
Amanda looked at me, her eyes widening into the 'puppy dog face'.
"Cover for me? Please don't tell Devil!"
Devil was our nickname for Miss De Vil, when she is not around. Amanda knows I can't resist the 'puppy dog face'. I sighed and put my head in my hands.
"I am way too soft," I mumbled, and Amanda squealed, hugging me.
"Thanks, Wills! You are the best!"
I laughed. "I know I am!"
Amanda ran off to see her secret boyfriend, and I started working on the dress again.
"ISABELLA!" Miss De Vil called me by my first name. I ran up to her.
"Yes, Miss De Vil?" I whispered meekly.
"Go out and get a loaf of bread, I am having company over tonight," she ordered. I tried not to choke, my eyes watering from her awful breath. She blew smoke out at me, cigar between two fingers. "Hurry up now, girl!"
I curtsied. "Yes, ma'am!" I grabbed some money and placed my hat on my head. I opened the door of Cruella's Dress Emporium, to the busy town. People ran around. I weaved through the crowd, looking for a decent bread stand.
Princess Charlie POV
I put the hood over my head. "Ready?" Maybeck whispered. I nodded.
We were almost to the exit of the castle. My heart pounded with excitement. It's happening. This is actually happening!
"Terrance!" the king (my grandfather), King Wayne, stepped in front of us. Ohhhhh no!
"Yes, your highness?" Maybeck bowed. I tugged on my hood. Please don't recognize me! Please!
"Where are you headed?" Grandpa asked.
"We are going out to get some bread," Maybeck motioned to me. I smiled gratefully at him, for not mentioning my name.
"Yes, well, you are going to need some money, aren't you?" Grandpa Wayne asked, laughing.
Maybeck nodded, his dark cheeks turning red. "That is correct, your highness."
Grandpa chuckled. "Why don't you take this?" he handed Maybeck a pouch filled with coins.
"Thank you, your majesty," Maybeck bowed again.
"Have fun," Wayne waved to us. We headed to the door. As Maybeck reached out to open it, Grandpa said, "And take care of my granddaughter, okay, Terrance?"
I gasped, looking up at Grandpa. He winked at me. I ran over and kissed the old man's cheek. "Oh, Grandpa, you're the best!"
Grandpa chuckled. "Have fun, sweetheart. Not one word to your mother about this!" he said. I nodded, and followed Maybeck out the door.
Seamstress Willa POV
"Twenty? That is way to expensive!" I gasped.
"This town is going through an economic dip! Twenty bits or no bread!" the man behind the crate grumbled, his voice gruff.
I shook my head. "I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir."
"Get out!" the man pointed away. I nodded, turning to leave.
"Now, I don't think that's a way to treat one of your customers!" someone gasped. They adjusted their hood and dropped a pouch onto the counter, coins spilling out. "There. That will be enough!" the girl growled.
The man nodded, handing her a loaf of bread. "Nice doing service with you."
"I suggest you apologize to that poor girl over there!" she pointed at me.
"Don't tell me how to run my business, girl! Get out, or I'll take that bread back! And keep the money!" the man said.
"You have no right!" the girl, stomped away. She stopped by me and held out the loaf. "I believe this is yours."
"No, no! You payed for it!" I said, shaking my head.
"I have no need for it. Twenty bits for a loaf of bread? What has this town come too?" the girl shook her head, shoving the bread in my arms before I could object.
"Are you positive, miss?" I asked. The girl nodded.
"Trust me. You need it more than I do!"
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity growing, expanding. "What's your name."
"You don't need to know!" the girl turned away. I pulled down her hood, and she gasped, cover her face. "How dare you!"
"I'm sorry, miss!" I gasped, covering my mouth. I leaned forward, inspecting her carefully. "Do I know you?"
"What? No!" I could tell the girl was lying. I gasped.
"Your Princess Char-!"
The girl covered my mouth and dragged me into an alley. She released me, glaring.
"Yes! I'm Princess Charlene! We don't need everyone in the world to know!" she hissed.
"Sorry, your highness!" I apologized.
"See? This is why I snuck out! Don't call me your highness!" she said, running her fingers through her hair.
"You snuck out of the castle?" I gasped.
She rolled her eyes. "Why do you care?!"
I shrunk away from her. "Oh, sorry."
Her beautiful blue eyes melted. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just scared I'm going to get caught and dragged back home!"
"But your castle is beautiful! Why would you ever want to leave?" I asked.
"Absolutely no freedom, that's why! I have to do everything they say! I don't WANT to get married!" she fell to her knees, holding her brown robe around herself. I could see a sliver of pink, probably some beautiful gown.
"Married? To whom?" I asked, kneeling down next to her and placing my hand on her shoulder.
"Some stupid Prince Phinny or whatever!" she grumbled. "I hate him."
"Have you even met him?"
"Then how can you hate him?"
"Well, I would want to at LEAST marry someone I love!" Why is she telling all of her problems to me, some lowly girl? I wondered.
"Well, who do you love?"
"Charlie!" some boy in shaggy clothes came running. He helped her up. "What happened? Who's this?"
Princess Charlene chuckled gently. "Maybeck, this is..." she turned to me. "I don't believe I ever got your name?"
"Oh, yes. My name is Willa Angelo."
"Maybeck, this is Willa. Willa, this is Maybeck, my best fri- my mom's slave," she cut herself off. I shook hands with the dark-skinned boy.
"Nice to meet you," I said.
"You too," he mumbled, before turning back to Princess Charlene. "Charlie, you just ran off! Where did you go?"
"Oh, I was just helping Willa. There was this really rude man selling bread." She shook her head pitifully. "Donnie, I was told this town was amazing! With people singing and dancing in the streets!"
I laughed. "That was before the economy dropped. The prices are going up!"
"That's awful!" the Princess gasped.
"Yes, but I'm afraid that's life," the boy, Maybeck, shrugged.
"I agree with Maybeck. I'm afraid there is nothing we can do," I sighed.
Prince Philby POV
"Are we there yet?" I moaned. The carriage jumped, boncing on the pebbles.
"We are almost there, my prince," the adviser, Jessica said.
"But Jess! You have said that for the past four hours!" I groaned. I didn't want to get married to some princess I don't know!
"Prince Philby, this time I am positive we are almost there," she said. I sighed and put my head in my hands.
"I bet Princess Charlene is stupid. And arrogant! And rude! And selfish! And egotistical! And self centered!"
'I doubt that, my prince,'' Jess said.
"I want someone sweet. And sort of shy, maybe! And intelligent! Not some Princess I don't now!"
"Prince Philby, your parents set up this wedding. You shouldn't complain!" Jess said. The carriage jumped again, and Jess's voice moved to a whisper.
"I can help you sneak to town, if you want, my prince. I hear it's very nice there!"
"Can you do that for me, Jess?"
"Of course, my prince."
Yes. In this, Wayne is Charlene's Grandpa.
How do you like is so far? I thought is was a cute idea. There will be a bunch of other characters, too.