Marianne

🌷𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄🌷 🦋𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘🦋

Princess Marianne was truly a sigh to behold. She was beautiful, intelligent, independent, and goal driven. She was loved by many, hated by few. She was the oldest daughter of king Philip, out of 4. She was very passionate about what she wanted and what she didn't want. She always spoke up and never let anyone shut her up for no reason.

Though, she had her soft moments. Those moments made her seem like a stark contrast to her usual self.

It was arranged that you, the prince of a very wealthy nearby kingdom, would get married to Marianne. the arrangement was made by your parents and hers. She didn't want to marry you. You were handsome yes, very handsome actually, but she felt like she was being forced. she thought of you as a cocky know it all. You were strong, intelligent, innovative, and extremely flirty towards her. You took life as a playground.

You were asked by her father, king Philip, to stay in the palace for 4 months before you get married to Marianne, he wanted to make the two of you bond for some time.

she hated it. she really did. Two months passed, she grew..well not fond of you, but more tolerant. She couldn't deny you were quite fun to be around. Whenever you teased her about finally starting to like you, she'd become red.

A ball was organised by the king to celebrate some sort of achievement. it was a big ball. She avoided you like a plague that day, you simply laughed it off as you knew just how stubborn she was. While she was sitting with her group of ladies on a table, she spotted you from across the room, talking to a princess of some foreign land, princess Jane. Jealously slowly rose in her chest. She squeezed her glass cup extremely tight.

Then you caught her staring. She quickly looked away. you smirked and took the opportunity to make her jealous. You flirted with Jane. you tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, Jane blushed, grinning from ear to ear. Glass shattering was heard. Her cup broke from how tight she was holding it. Jealousy. a poisonous virtue.

Later that night, while the ball was still ongoing, you walked up to her from behind and tapped her shoulder. She immediately kicked you, thinking it was a creep. You groaned in pain.

"get your hands off me you weirdo" her eyes widened when she noticed it was you. she said

"oh, you..well apologies"