(NOTE: ok so i haven't written a part for when they get into the kingdom and what not; so now Zayn is in her suite that she has been given since the prince demanded it and she is getting ready for the ball that is tonight.)
"Ya know when the Prince ran away we was all worried sick ya know? Those gaurds searched for days and didn't find nothin''. We's all thought that he was a gonnar for sure ya know what I mean?" A maid gossiped away as she poured more hot water in the tub Zayn was being washed in.
The ball was tonight and the maids just couldn't wait to scrub the dirt from her ears. The maid pulled out a blue bottle and squirted half the contence out onto Zayn's soaked hair. She could smell the essence of the goo that was now on her head as the maid started applying it all over her hair.
"It's called shampoo. It's like soap that doesn't ruin your hair. They sell it down at the market place." The maid said as she noticed Zayn's curious look. "Roses and Strawberries. The Prince loved them when he was little. The gardeners was always working over time you see, to keep up with his demand for strawberries." She sighed. "I just hope the poor boy still loves them; ya know I hear that when his mama was sick -- I mean the Queen, he brought her a dozen roses of every color to her everyday. Even after she died. They was her favorite flower ya know. The way he looked at her grave was like he ain't ever gonna give up on her like if he had enough power he was gonna bring her back to life ya know what i mean? At least, that's what I hear around here.""What about you dearie? You gots any family?"
Zayn sighed. "Not that I know of. I don't remember much till a few years back. Just little bits and pieces that don't make any sence." Zayn waved it off, she knew she didn't have any family. It was always going to be like that.
"Oh." The maid sighed. Hearing the tone in Zayn's voice she knew to back off from the subject.
The maid helped her out of the bath and into a simple shift. She had Zayn sit down on a padded stool in front of an elaborately hand carved waterfall vanity as she started to comb out her hair.
"How long 'till the Ball starts?" Zayn asked
"Eh, 'bout three hours." The maid replied.
"Oh, okay. So what do you do at a Ball?"
The maids gave her a funny look. One of the many things Kingdom Fang was known for was well known for were the huge balls they would hold. Because of that, every child was taught chivalry, dancing and correct posture at a young age. "Uh... you dance." One maid said like she was talking to a stupid child.
A bright flash of light blinded Zayn as a different scene came to her mind's eye. People were laughing and talking, all dressed in fancy gowns and masks as they swirled around matching their rhythm to the rhythm of the music. The room was big, a grand room to be exact. The walls shined with gold, holding elaborate painting scenes of hunters atop of their horses. The ceiling was just as amazing with a crystal chandelier reflecting the vibrant colors of the dancers below. A little girl no older than ten, stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom. She stood there, holding her colorful mask at her side. Unlike the dancers her face was clearly visible in the crowded room. Her giant purple eyes searched the room with a purpose; but soon they started to fill with tears. Shaking her head to clear her eyes her overly curled hair shook and bounced around her shoulders. Nervously she played with the silk blue dress, wrinkling the fabric maids had worked to keep smooth for so long. The tears started coming back again as she shifted from foot to foot when the music had stopped.
"Avery!!" Someone from above her yelled. The little girl frowned and looked confused, like she didn't understand.
"Avery!!" The voice called again. "Wake up!"
Zayn opened her eyes, looking around confused she saw Eban hovering above her just a few inches from her face. She frowned. She had no idea what she just saw and what it meant and now she had to go and figure out why Eban was on top of her.
"Well thats the second time I've woken up to you being in my face today." Was the first thing Zayn said.
"Well if you'd stop feinghting all the time this wouldn't keep happening." Eban replied smoothly.
"I didn't feinghting the first time! You kicked me!" She yelled.
"I though you were a spy! And instead of backing down when we started fighting you just elbowed me in the ribs harder!...which by the way I have a bruise now." Eban said sounding hurt.
"Well I was-- wait I feinghted? How long have I been out? How did you get here so fast?"
"Again with the questions." Eban sighed.
The maid piped up. "You've been out for about three minutes now. Turns out Eban was right out side the door the whole time. Must have heard every word we said."
Eban turned around to glare at her and while he wasn't looking at Zayn, she shoved him off of her and sat up.
"Hey! What was that for?" Eban Whined.
"Oh shut up and get out." Zayn stood up and dragged the young man out the door, slamming it in his handsom face. Zayn turned around from the door. "Now can we please get the whole 'getting ready for the Ball' thing over with?"
Once Zayn's hair had been combed until her scalp was red, and her lips and eyes painted; she looked into a mirror on the dressing table to see a tangled, dusty girl transformed into a sparkeling, clean young lady.
When the maids were done they stepped back to admire their work. "Now that's a lady worth lookin' at." The maid beemed.
"Ya know when the Prince ran away we was all worried sick ya know? Those gaurds searched for days and didn't find nothin''. We's all thought that he was a gonnar for sure ya know what I mean?" A maid gossiped away as she poured more hot water in the tub Zayn was being washed in.
The ball was tonight and the maids just couldn't wait to scrub the dirt from her ears. The maid pulled out a blue bottle and squirted half the contence out onto Zayn's soaked hair. She could smell the essence of the goo that was now on her head as the maid started applying it all over her hair.
"It's called shampoo. It's like soap that doesn't ruin your hair. They sell it down at the market place." The maid said as she noticed Zayn's curious look. "Roses and Strawberries. The Prince loved them when he was little. The gardeners was always working over time you see, to keep up with his demand for strawberries." She sighed. "I just hope the poor boy still loves them; ya know I hear that when his mama was sick -- I mean the Queen, he brought her a dozen roses of every color to her everyday. Even after she died. They was her favorite flower ya know. The way he looked at her grave was like he ain't ever gonna give up on her like if he had enough power he was gonna bring her back to life ya know what i mean? At least, that's what I hear around here.""What about you dearie? You gots any family?"
Zayn sighed. "Not that I know of. I don't remember much till a few years back. Just little bits and pieces that don't make any sence." Zayn waved it off, she knew she didn't have any family. It was always going to be like that.
"Oh." The maid sighed. Hearing the tone in Zayn's voice she knew to back off from the subject.
The maid helped her out of the bath and into a simple shift. She had Zayn sit down on a padded stool in front of an elaborately hand carved waterfall vanity as she started to comb out her hair.
"How long 'till the Ball starts?" Zayn asked
"Eh, 'bout three hours." The maid replied.
"Oh, okay. So what do you do at a Ball?"
The maids gave her a funny look. One of the many things Kingdom Fang was known for was well known for were the huge balls they would hold. Because of that, every child was taught chivalry, dancing and correct posture at a young age. "Uh... you dance." One maid said like she was talking to a stupid child.
A bright flash of light blinded Zayn as a different scene came to her mind's eye. People were laughing and talking, all dressed in fancy gowns and masks as they swirled around matching their rhythm to the rhythm of the music. The room was big, a grand room to be exact. The walls shined with gold, holding elaborate painting scenes of hunters atop of their horses. The ceiling was just as amazing with a crystal chandelier reflecting the vibrant colors of the dancers below. A little girl no older than ten, stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom. She stood there, holding her colorful mask at her side. Unlike the dancers her face was clearly visible in the crowded room. Her giant purple eyes searched the room with a purpose; but soon they started to fill with tears. Shaking her head to clear her eyes her overly curled hair shook and bounced around her shoulders. Nervously she played with the silk blue dress, wrinkling the fabric maids had worked to keep smooth for so long. The tears started coming back again as she shifted from foot to foot when the music had stopped.
"Avery!!" Someone from above her yelled. The little girl frowned and looked confused, like she didn't understand.
"Avery!!" The voice called again. "Wake up!"
Zayn opened her eyes, looking around confused she saw Eban hovering above her just a few inches from her face. She frowned. She had no idea what she just saw and what it meant and now she had to go and figure out why Eban was on top of her.
"Well thats the second time I've woken up to you being in my face today." Was the first thing Zayn said.
"Well if you'd stop feinghting all the time this wouldn't keep happening." Eban replied smoothly.
"I didn't feinghting the first time! You kicked me!" She yelled.
"I though you were a spy! And instead of backing down when we started fighting you just elbowed me in the ribs harder!...which by the way I have a bruise now." Eban said sounding hurt.
"Well I was-- wait I feinghted? How long have I been out? How did you get here so fast?"
"Again with the questions." Eban sighed.
The maid piped up. "You've been out for about three minutes now. Turns out Eban was right out side the door the whole time. Must have heard every word we said."
Eban turned around to glare at her and while he wasn't looking at Zayn, she shoved him off of her and sat up.
"Hey! What was that for?" Eban Whined.
"Oh shut up and get out." Zayn stood up and dragged the young man out the door, slamming it in his handsom face. Zayn turned around from the door. "Now can we please get the whole 'getting ready for the Ball' thing over with?"
Once Zayn's hair had been combed until her scalp was red, and her lips and eyes painted; she looked into a mirror on the dressing table to see a tangled, dusty girl transformed into a sparkeling, clean young lady.
When the maids were done they stepped back to admire their work. "Now that's a lady worth lookin' at." The maid beemed.
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