Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Georgiana, fair and brave as a girl, a kiss she gave to a boy of the seas A right whipping, she received! It had been years since Georgiana hummed that little poem to her maids-in-waiting as a small, fragile-looking child, donning enormous dresses, she had bounced through her chambers, singing the rhyme over and over again until her voice had become as sore as her red bottom. As a teenager, when she grew stronger and healthier, the poem began to fade from her mind, and she sung it less often as her attention changed from intently gazing out of her seaside window, hoping to see another little playmate wash ashore, to learning how to be a monarch. Her teenage years were spent pouring through books, writing and painting, sitting in the House of Ladies and studying politics. Finally, in her late, teenage years, when her mother was growing older and the people of Alma Britannia anxiously awaited a new ruler, she was betrothed to a gentleman she had met only once before at a small gathering. Her first impression was that of a flashy young boy who excited her aroused her hopes of taming the closest cousin of Woman there was- Man. Beyond that, she hadn't thought much of him and continued her search for a suitor among the exceptionally limited pool of gentlemen. As a young adult, the poem had been lost to age, and replaced with the sound of wedding bells echoing through the streets while women in yellow and red paraded through the town, giving away flowers in celebration that soon, a future Queen would be born to the young princess. Georgiana had become the beauty icon that her mother had once been fashionable and well-educated, stoic and strong, a perfect idol for the women of Alma Britannia. Porcelain skin and a clear complexion complemented wide, mismatched eyes of blue and gold an oddity that had earned her plenty a cruel moniker when she was young, but now gave way to the affectionate titles the people of Alma Britannia bestowed upon their little princess. The golden-haired beauty was a bonafide princess now, and she never looked more befitting the title than on her wedding day. Her long hair was twisted up in a formal updo, allowing enormous, diamond earrings to drip down her ears and spill onto her shoulders an enormous, white crown sat atop a bed of flowers in her hair, attached to the sheer veil that exposed her face. Her shoulders, graceful as ever, hosted the long, white, ornate dress which pinched her tiny waist and fell into a languid, lacy train six feet long and carried by a lady-in-waiting- one she had known since her birth, who now wept with tears of joy at the young princess looking as beautiful as ever. Georgiana dismissed the ladies from the room so that she might be alone to finish the small details. She sat at her vanity, humming a long-lost tune to herself, while her delicate hands admitted two soft, silk gloves, followed by a diamond and gold bracelet. Her wide, brilliant eyes stayed on her mirror, admiring her own beauty so closely that she lost herself in self-congratulations. It was only the sound of something crashing not too far from the chambers in which she had grown up that stirred her awake. The princess turned slowly to see the door fly open, and the song that she had sung as a child re-emerged for the first time in over a decade, blaring as loud as ever in her mind.