Thread: When a Princess Loves a... Princess {Queen Lioness & Fate}

Sometimes Cecile wondered why she even bothered with these things. Really, did it matter that she was present to greet her brother's bride-to-be? Yes, they would technically be sisters within a few short months, assuming that all went well with the courtship process. In fact, if Cecile was lucky, she wouldn't absolutely hate the other girl. Most princesses were blonde imbeciles who spent more time on their wardrobes and hair than on anything that actually mattered. Worse, most hadn't actually experienced much of anything. So they twittered and cooed about their wonderful stolen kisses while Cecile tried not to roll her eyes. She'd been raised to be a help-mate instead of a piece of arm candy. For the longest time, Cecile had actually thought this was because she wasn't as pretty as the other princesses. Her hair was brown , for starters, a very un-royal color. It did curl and fall in luxurious chocolate waves down her slim back. When you had access to all the hair care and maids that you could possibly use, your hair generally turned out looking beautiful. It even shone in the light. Moving down, she had a shortish nose, sometimes called pug, sometimes called button. Behind it were two inquisitive green eyes, often searching and scanning. Things went downhill from there, however. Her frame was more lean than pleasantly plump, and her breasts hadn't developed beyond two smallish rounds, which her brother lovingly called pimples. Sometimes she felt like her legs were too gangly they were, in fact, quite appealing, if long, and her bottom not nearly round enough though it was certainly pert. Regardless of how unattractive or attractive she actually was, Cecile had suffered through her teenaged years fully convinced that she was, in fact, almost ugly. As such she'd nearly thrown herself at a knight at one function, a deed which still shamed her parents from time to time. Since she'd learned that men hardly knew what they were doing, and certainly weren't worth the time. Now she stood beside her brother, along with a small guard. Her parents had decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to attend, instead wanting the younger crowd to get to know each other. Cecile had to admit that it was actually a good idea, especially as they weren't certain how this Princess Evelyn would react. In fact, Cecile couldn't remember her from any of the parties or functions. Rumor had her at being at least passingly pretty, but nearly every princess was. When you got pampered, you looked good. Regardless, Cecile could only pray that she didn't titter and coo like every other girl. I'm already regretting agreeing, she muttered, blowing a curl out of her eye and glancing over at her brother. Relax, it could be worse, he insisted, pasting a charming smile. Most called her brother handsome, with good reason. But Cecile generally ignored his looks, as she did most men. The two siblings ceased all banter as a coach approached. Cecile tucked a loose hair once more behind an ear, and brushed at the silken folds of her emerald dress. Had to look her best to impress this Princess Evelyn.... who was now dismounting from her royal carriage...