She grinned from ear to ear, admiring her wavy blonde hair and her soft pink dress in the mirror. Today was the day she was going to meet the prince who she was arranged to marry.
She’d heard from her mother that he was a little bit older than her, but he was handsome and kind. From her father, she heard he was powerful, and had wide tracts of land.
She placed her tiara on her, forcing herself to calm down enough to gracefully float downstairs to meet her parents.
He arrived at a little past ten. He had a goofy grin that was out of place with his regal attire. His hair was black and curly, and would’ve made him look ordinary but for the style, all trim and smooth, like he was wearing a silk wig.
He had high, soft cheekbones, and a small gold crown that could’ve matched her own. It was like destiny.
“Royals of the court, I present Prince Benedict.”
Even his name was regal. She melted.
Her mother lead her out towards him. She felt butterflies. “I am Queen Margaret. This is my daughter, Princess Elizabeth.”
“It’s a pleasure,” said Benedict.
She learned more about each other at the lunch table. He was 35, and she was 23. Not a bad match, to be fair. And he was rather handsome and approachable. She’d never met someone so kind.
“I love the court politics,” she told him. “I hope to one day make my country proud as queen. The only thing I’m looking forward to more is marriage. It’s such an exciting adventure, don’t you think?”
“You certainly strike me as adventurous,” he told her. “And you’re very loyal.”
“I need something to do all day. I can’t let myself become idle or I might get lazy.”
“Oh, I think you’re in no danger there,” said her mother. “You’re so ambitious.”
“Maybe you ought to slow down a bit sometimes,” suggested Benedict. “Sometimes the people want someone to relate to.”
“They want someone to look up to.”
“See, this is why you’d be such a good match,” interrupted her father. “You fill each other out so well. For the good of the kingdom.”
When they were together, she was so respectful. He never pressured her. It was in moments like these she knew her father was right.
They were just destined for each other. She couldn’t wait for the wedding.
Yes, I know it’s a bit Tangled meets Benedict Cumberbatch, but whatever. I like this one. A response to a dare: create a non-rebellious princess.