cinderella-ish. :D||FENZ.IKAMISAN
 

A messenger stood there. "Are you Aschen?" The man asked a little confused at the kid's name. He then handed the kid the small note. "The Prince wanted me to give this to you. You and your family are invited to a party a week from today. The Prince is out hunting for a 'bride'" The messenger was one of the Prince's personal servants, and he was the lucky few that knew that women weren't in the Prince's tastes.

Back at the castle, the Prince paced his room back and forth. "Judy....this isn't going to go well..."The man stated sighing deeply. Judy, the Prince's personal nanny, placed her hands on his shoulder. "Samuel re.lax. Everything is going to go according your plan." Samuel scoffed. "Oh right, and you think my parents would adore me walking down with another man hanging from my arm..." He stated rolling his eyes. "I know. I know that every girl will be clamming for your attention, but just find a very feminine boy, and you should be fine." The old woman stated. The Prince sighed and sat on the over stuffed chair letting out another deep sigh. "Well I did send out invites to families who had mostly sons. Although I did have to send out invites to families who had daughters as well, but whatever I won't be paying much attention to them anyways..." Samuel stated to himself mostly.

Judy chuckled, and moved away from the young prince. "Well your baby sister is going to wake up soon, so I'll be going. Call me if you need anything." The woman said before leaving Samuel to his thoughts. The Prince looked out the window, and sighed. "Oh, please let this thing go smoothly..." He whispered as he sighed deeply once again. Samuel was the only heir in his family line. His strong facial features, dark hair, and light eyes; along with a great personality was every girls dream, however when he was only ten years old he realized that women are not, nor ever going to be in his dreams. And so he started hiding his sexuality from everyone, until one night when he was just twelve years old, Judy found him kissing one of the peasant kids from the neighboring town. She understood Samuel, and helped him prepare for his eighteen birthday when he would have to go find his 'bride' so that he could become king.

"O-Oh. Okay. Thank you, very much.." Aschen nodded lightly, and watching the man off lingered behind, leaning against the doorway. His hands held the invitation, but he tried his best not to dirty it. The embellishments and everything were so charming, and if one smudge made its way on the envelope, then he definitely would not be going. There was a chance, that if he finished everything he had to do in that one day, that he could maybe tag along. He knew how to sew, and mended his older step-brother's and step-sister's clothes constantly. He could make himself a garment with the leftover scraps of everything, in between doing the odd jobs of the home.

As he turned to go back to work, finally snapping out of his dream-world, he gasped lightly, faltering as the taller, broader, stronger boy snatched the invitation, biting his lip and running off. "Ha! Well, the prince is in search of a bride, eh? Maxine should have a chance, right?" The older followed after Aschen, and as the light blonde feverishly scrubbed the restroom floors, he shut his eyes, trying his best to ignore the teasing. "Too bad you're not going, otherwise they'd probably take you away from us! Hahaha, and then you'd just be serving under someone else, always a low-life.." His harsh, strong cackling echoed in the restroom and hallway as he exited, and all Aschen could do was tear up, shuddering some as he continued to clean, muttering more to himself, "Oh, I will be out of here..."

Later on that evening, when the rest of the house were slumbering, the flaxen haired youth tiptoed to the small room at a distant side of the house, where his sewing things and fabric stay. He started to fashion out his outfit, starting with left-over, soft pink fabric, and some white lace as well. Most of the night, he worked tirelessly, until he produced his creation - A pair of pure white trousers, with golden buttons on the legs, and a white, ruffled shirt, a pink waistcoat with matching buttons to finish everything. He hid the model it stay on in the closet, before rushing back to the other side of the house, into the kitchen, to start breakfast.

((If you want, we can skip to the next week, too. [: ))

It was the day before the ball, and Samuel's parents decided to change the plans. The ball was going to be a masquerade ball, instead of a traditional one, since Samuel's mother finds it oh-so-romantic to find your lover hiding behind a mask. "Samuel, I think it would be much better for the ladies in waiting if you were to go and deliver these messages yourself." His father offered. Samuel sighed and shook his head. "But father, I have to get my costume together. I don't want it to be a nightmare, and I don't trust mother to take care of it." Samuel replied remembering what happened at last years ball. The King frowned. "Do it." He demanded in a serious voice. That voice made his son cringe slightly, so Samuel had no choice but to expect. "And these are the masks that you can give to the common people. There plain white masks, that they can decorate with to have it match their outfit." He then handed the prince a large bag of masks. "Yes, father." Samuel stated before leaving the castle. The masks were made of a simple white fabric that was really cheap to buy, and in a matter of few hours. Samuel had made it to one of the last houses, with only four masks left. 'Hopefully this family has four members.' He thought as he knocked on the door.