Post by CHRISTABELLE WINDSOR on Aug 30, 2011 18:09:31 GMT -5
Princess Christabelle Windsor stood there in her room as her ladies helped getting her finished for this long awaited day. As she looked at herself in the mirror there was no smile there were no butterflies this day. While most princesses were excited on the day they were to meet their future husbands this one had mixed emotions to say the least. Sure it would get her out of the life of her mother and stupid whiney older brother but at the same time she was going to enter into a world with a language she does not know that well to a family she only knows her father helped pick and for all she knew once there she would be treated as she was now. The only bright light in all of this was her older sister who was Queen of Rome would be a friendly face there someone she can go to and count on. As her mind swam with a big mixed up mess of emotions Christabelle thought nothing can be worse then the life she was living now. The only reason she knew her mother would be there was to make sure the young Princess did not make a mistake and make the royal family look bad.
Letting out a sigh she just at this moment felt empty felt like an actress who had been playing the same part for way too long and she was getting tired. But there was so much pressure being placed on her young shoulders she felt she had to do anything to make this meeting go right no matter what. Belle as she as sometimes called loved these small mundane moments because here it was just here and her thoughts. Since arriving at Versailles there had been very little if any contact with her mother and she was rather happy and would love to keep it that way. This dress had been made just for this occasion hand made with blue silk, white and gold lace with gold stitching the drawings for the dress even made it past the Queen so that made Christabelle feel like she did something right. But all of these arrangements were nothing but business deals to make relations between different countries stronger to form alliances love or even getting along had nothing to do with any of it. It did not matter how she felt or how this Prince Dastan felt the two people had a duty to fulfill no matter what the other thought or wanted.
But really the deal was already set she was and had to marry this man but still a lot did hang in the balance on this first meeting and if anything went wrong Christabelle was sure her mother would blame her for it. Now after what seemed like way too long one of the ladies motioned at the door as Christabelle stepped down from the small stool she had been standing on as she headed for the door. She was on her way to meet her fiancé yet at the same time she felt like a prisoner walking out of their cell under orders. Taking a quick look at a mirror in the hall she checked her hair to make sure everything was perfect and she looked her best. She knew very little of her future husband except his name that he was the crowned Prince so that meant he was the future King and she someday the future Queen yeah there was some pressure there for sure. But she was in no hurry to get to meet this Prince she was in no hurry to go to a foreign land to meet people for that entire she knew already didn’t like her.
Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts Christabelle looked up and was jolted out of her thought by a servant shutting the door to a room next to her. Letting out a sigh the nervous young princess started her walk down the hall turning a corner or two before she arrived at a tall set of doors and looked at the guards as the bowed to her and she walked in when they opened the doors and once shut behind her it felt like the doors to a cell had been closed on her. Christabelle turned right around and looked at the closed doors that were gilded with gold as she shook her head. Here she was in one of the most beautiful palaces in the world with anything a girl could desire with so many other people but yet she felt so alone it was almost physically painful. Taking a few steps backwards she still faced the doors as the room was in total silence not a word no music being played nothing Christabelle turned her head and looked to her right and left even up at the painted ceiling as she waited for something or someone. Her entire future hung on this little meeting and she knew everything had to go well or else there would be hell to pay.
Her dress fc08.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/192/e/b/18th_Century_Gown_update_by_AlAlNe.jpg
Her Hair(Minus the feathers)
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Letting out a sigh she just at this moment felt empty felt like an actress who had been playing the same part for way too long and she was getting tired. But there was so much pressure being placed on her young shoulders she felt she had to do anything to make this meeting go right no matter what. Belle as she as sometimes called loved these small mundane moments because here it was just here and her thoughts. Since arriving at Versailles there had been very little if any contact with her mother and she was rather happy and would love to keep it that way. This dress had been made just for this occasion hand made with blue silk, white and gold lace with gold stitching the drawings for the dress even made it past the Queen so that made Christabelle feel like she did something right. But all of these arrangements were nothing but business deals to make relations between different countries stronger to form alliances love or even getting along had nothing to do with any of it. It did not matter how she felt or how this Prince Dastan felt the two people had a duty to fulfill no matter what the other thought or wanted.
But really the deal was already set she was and had to marry this man but still a lot did hang in the balance on this first meeting and if anything went wrong Christabelle was sure her mother would blame her for it. Now after what seemed like way too long one of the ladies motioned at the door as Christabelle stepped down from the small stool she had been standing on as she headed for the door. She was on her way to meet her fiancé yet at the same time she felt like a prisoner walking out of their cell under orders. Taking a quick look at a mirror in the hall she checked her hair to make sure everything was perfect and she looked her best. She knew very little of her future husband except his name that he was the crowned Prince so that meant he was the future King and she someday the future Queen yeah there was some pressure there for sure. But she was in no hurry to get to meet this Prince she was in no hurry to go to a foreign land to meet people for that entire she knew already didn’t like her.
Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts Christabelle looked up and was jolted out of her thought by a servant shutting the door to a room next to her. Letting out a sigh the nervous young princess started her walk down the hall turning a corner or two before she arrived at a tall set of doors and looked at the guards as the bowed to her and she walked in when they opened the doors and once shut behind her it felt like the doors to a cell had been closed on her. Christabelle turned right around and looked at the closed doors that were gilded with gold as she shook her head. Here she was in one of the most beautiful palaces in the world with anything a girl could desire with so many other people but yet she felt so alone it was almost physically painful. Taking a few steps backwards she still faced the doors as the room was in total silence not a word no music being played nothing Christabelle turned her head and looked to her right and left even up at the painted ceiling as she waited for something or someone. Her entire future hung on this little meeting and she knew everything had to go well or else there would be hell to pay.
Her dress fc08.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/192/e/b/18th_Century_Gown_update_by_AlAlNe.jpg
Her Hair(Minus the feathers)
a.imagehost.org/0835/marguerite.jpg
