auteur : keelykelly
source : fanfiction.net
Author's Summary : This is what would have happened if another person tried to take away the girl from Derek.
Chapter : 1/1
Disclaimer : None of this belongs to me. The characters are owned par mattel and the plot is owned par the author.
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King Randolph was waiting patiently for his daughters to arrive at breakfast "3...2...1...and cue the girls."
Instantly, the girls began to file through the door. He greeted them each in turn: Ashlyn, brown haired, brown eyed, wears purple. Blair, black hair, blue eyes, prefers red. Courtney, brown haired, brown eyes, wears blue. Delia, blond haired, brown eyed, wears green. Edeline, brown hair, brown eyes, wears orange. Fallon, blond hair, brown eyes, wears fushia. Hadley and Isla are twins. Hadley is blond and wears aqua, while Isla is a brunette and wears light purple. They both have grey eyes. Then there's the triplets, Janessa, brown hair, wears blue. Kathleen red hair, wears peach. And Lacey blond hair and wears purple. All have blue eyes.
"Where's Genevieve?" Randolph chuckled quietly.
"Here!" Genevieve called, running into the room, her tiger kitten, Twyla, right behind her. Genevieve had blond hair and eyes the color of a tanzanite. She wore pink. She belonged between Fallon and Hadley.
"Hello, girls." Randolph nodded "Before we begin breakfast, I want to apologize to all of you."
"For what, Papa?" Ashlyn asked.
"About Rowena." Randolph answered, then he looked down at the other end to Genevieve "Especially you, Genevieve. toi tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen."
"It's alright, Papa." Genevieve a dit with a smile "You were just trying to do what was best for us."
"And besides." Fallon added, batting her eyelashes "If toi hadn't, Genevieve wouldn't have had to dance with Derek."
Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I'm just glad it all worked out."
"Yes." Randolph nodded, smiling brightly "So, to celebrate, I'm throwing a ball!"
"A ball?" The 12 girls echoed.
"I want everyone to see my girls!" The king looked at each of them in turn. "my 12 princesses." Then he fixed his gaze on Genevieve. "I've ordered some new shoes for the occasion. When the cordonnier drops them off, do be sure to invite him, please, Genevieve."
The Princess' eyes lit up, "Yes, Papa."
So when Derek arrived, and had dispersed all the shies, Genevieve broached the subject.
"Um... Derek?"
"Yes, Your Highness?" Derek bowed slightly as he turned dto face her. He was tall, with brown hair and icy blue eyes.
Genevieve laughed softly "Please, call me Genevieve. Especially after toi helped save us from Rowena."
Derek smiled and shrugged "Did toi need something?"
"I'm sure toi know my father is throwing a ball, right?" she waited for Derek to nod before she continued "He wanted me to invite toi to come."
"Me?"
"Yes. So... will toi come?"
Derek thought a second, then he nodded "I'd l’amour to."
Genevieve's smile widened "Good. It's a week from Friday. I'll... see toi there."
Derek nodded "Definitely."
With one last smile, the princess walked away.
Derek looked up at his parrot, Felix, who was sitting on his shoulder and frowning "What?"
"Why don't toi tell her how toi feel?" The perroquet squawked.
Derek shook his head "I remind you, Felix. She's still the princess."
"So?" Felix clocked his head to the side "It's no secret that you're in l’amour with her, and vice versa. There were thirteen witnesses!"
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Thirteen?"
"Yes!" Felix nodded dramatically. "11 princesses, me and the cat!"
Derek closed his shoe wagon. "We'll see, Felix." He looked over to where Genevieve was trying out her shoes. "We'll see."
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The night of ball, people from everywhere showed up.
Kings, queens, princes and princesses. Dukes and duchesses, and anyone else who might come.
The 12 girls descended the stairs together, chatting happily.
"Oh, look." Fallon said. "There's actually enough dance partners for all of us."
The others laughed as they reached the floor.
"May I?" One young prince bowed to Ashlyn. Who accepted and went to dance. One par one, each girl was led to the dance floor. Even the younger twins and triplets had young boys there ages. Before long, only Genevieve was standing there politely refusing each dance request.
Kind Randolph noticed her standing off to the side and went over to see why "Genevieve, of all toi girls dancing, I thought toi would be the first." he smiled at her "I do believe toi l’amour dancing as much as your mother did."
Genevieve smiled " I do l’amour dancing. It's just... I'm waiting... for someone."
The king nodded "Derek?"
The Princess felt the heat creeping into her cheeks. "Yes."
"He'll montrer up in due time." her father patted her shoulder gently "Until then, find someone to dance with, okay?"
Genevieve nodded "Yes, Papa." so, the suivant prince that came par asking for a dance, she accepted.
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Derek walked into the ballroom feeling a little out of place. There were nobles and royalty standing everywhere.
He took a deep breath and slowly made his way further into the room, making sure to stay par the walls. His eyes searched for Genevieve. He quickly spotted her dancing in the middle of the ballroom dancing. Her face was lit up as she was passed from one prince to the next.
One prince in particular kept coming back and taking her away from the others. Then he would say something that would make her laugh.
Derek leaned back against the mur and watched. That one prince really seemed to like her... a lot.
King Randolph spotted Derek and decided to go talk to him "Hello, Derek."
The young cordonnier jumped slightly, then bowed "Your Majesty."
"Aren't toi going to dance?"
"No... sir."
"Why not?" Randolph watched as Derek looked back out towards the ballroom to where Genevieve was "Ah. There's a certain someone toi want to dance with, huh?"
Derek looked down at his shoes. "Yes Sir." he answered truthfully.
The king chuckled quietly "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." then he went to go talk to some of his old Friends of his.
Derek returned his attention to the princess in the middle of the room. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Who am I kidding? She's a princess. Of course she'd go for a prince. Not me."
Genevieve continued to dance with Prince Thomas. Every now and then, she'd sneak a glance around to see if she saw Derek, but could never spot him.
"I guess he decided not to come." She thought sadly.
"How about some fresh air?" Thomas suggested.
Genevieve nodded "Sure. It's getting stuffy in here."
They walked out onto a balcony that was off to the side and stood quietly looking up at the stars.
"Princess Genevieve," Thomas started, "I've heard a lot about toi and your sisters, and tonight, they were proved true."
Genevieve glanced over at him from the corner of her eye "Oh no." she thought.
"Well toi see," the prince continued "I came here in hopes of finding a bride and..."
"Your Highness." Genevieve cut him off gently, "I appreciate your honesty and attention, but..." she shook her head slowly, "I can't marry you."
Thomas looked at her confused. "Why not?"
"There's... Someone else." she answered "A boy I've known for a long time."
"A prince, I'm sure." Thomas said.
Genevieve shook her head "No. He's not."
"Then a Duke ou a lord?"
"No. He's no one of high nobility." She pushed a loose strand from her face "In fact, hardly anyone sees him as special...but he's the one that I'm in l’amour with. And I won't marry anyone else."
"You mean toi intend to marry a common pauper?" Thomas scoffed, his pleasant demeanor suddenly changing to that of an arrogant prince. "You're going to choose a no account over a prince!?"
Genevieve crossed her arms "Yes."
"You have no right!" Thomas exclaimed. "You should..."
"Excuse me," A voice a dit behind the man. "But I believe the Princess is done talking to you."
Thomas spun around and frowned. Genevieve peeked around the Prince's shoulder, a relieved smile coming to her face. Derek!
"And who are you?"Thomas snapped.
" No one of consequence." Derek answered. "Now please, leave the Princess alone before I make you."
Thomas' eyebrows lowered. "Really?"
Felix flew down from a nearby arbre and perched himself on Derek's shoulder. "I wouldn't refuse my master if I were you," the perroquet said, "the last person who refused him, was never heard from again."
Derek rolled his eyes. "Again with that story?"
Well, apparently Thomas thought it was true, 'cause with a quick glance at Genevieve, he brushed past Derek and was gone.
"Are toi alright?" Derek asked.
Genevieve nodded "Yes. Thank you." she shyly took a step closer to him "I was starting to think toi wouldn't come."
Derek smiled "Like I said, I wouldn't miss it. Not for anything."
She laughed softly "I...uh...suppose toi heard that little conversation."
Derek nodded, not quite being able to hold back the growing smile "I did. And..." he wasn't sure where he got up the courage to reach out and take her hand, ou to say the four words that came out of his mouth next, but somehow, they both happened "I l’amour toi too. And have for a long time."
Genevieve looked up into his icy blue eyes "Really?"
He nodded again "Really."
"Well just Kiss her already!" a voice shouted from the doorway
The couple spun around to see a small blonde get yanked back.
"Lacey!" several voices hissed.
Derek looked back at the Princess who was still staring at the doorway scowling. He took a deep breath then gently tapped her shoulder.
When she looked up at him, he bent down and kissed her before he had a chance to stop himself.
Genevieve's eyes widened, right before they fluttered closed a divisé, split seconde later.
Loud cheers erupted from the ballroom, causing the two to back away from each other.
Derek chuckled as the 11 princesses and king retreated from the doorway "My I have this dance, Genevieve?"
The Princess nodded "I would l’amour to... Derek."
Then he led her back out to the dance floor where they danced for the rest of the evening.
The End
source : fanfiction.net
Author's Summary : This is what would have happened if another person tried to take away the girl from Derek.
Chapter : 1/1
Disclaimer : None of this belongs to me. The characters are owned par mattel and the plot is owned par the author.
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King Randolph was waiting patiently for his daughters to arrive at breakfast "3...2...1...and cue the girls."
Instantly, the girls began to file through the door. He greeted them each in turn: Ashlyn, brown haired, brown eyed, wears purple. Blair, black hair, blue eyes, prefers red. Courtney, brown haired, brown eyes, wears blue. Delia, blond haired, brown eyed, wears green. Edeline, brown hair, brown eyes, wears orange. Fallon, blond hair, brown eyes, wears fushia. Hadley and Isla are twins. Hadley is blond and wears aqua, while Isla is a brunette and wears light purple. They both have grey eyes. Then there's the triplets, Janessa, brown hair, wears blue. Kathleen red hair, wears peach. And Lacey blond hair and wears purple. All have blue eyes.
"Where's Genevieve?" Randolph chuckled quietly.
"Here!" Genevieve called, running into the room, her tiger kitten, Twyla, right behind her. Genevieve had blond hair and eyes the color of a tanzanite. She wore pink. She belonged between Fallon and Hadley.
"Hello, girls." Randolph nodded "Before we begin breakfast, I want to apologize to all of you."
"For what, Papa?" Ashlyn asked.
"About Rowena." Randolph answered, then he looked down at the other end to Genevieve "Especially you, Genevieve. toi tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen."
"It's alright, Papa." Genevieve a dit with a smile "You were just trying to do what was best for us."
"And besides." Fallon added, batting her eyelashes "If toi hadn't, Genevieve wouldn't have had to dance with Derek."
Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I'm just glad it all worked out."
"Yes." Randolph nodded, smiling brightly "So, to celebrate, I'm throwing a ball!"
"A ball?" The 12 girls echoed.
"I want everyone to see my girls!" The king looked at each of them in turn. "my 12 princesses." Then he fixed his gaze on Genevieve. "I've ordered some new shoes for the occasion. When the cordonnier drops them off, do be sure to invite him, please, Genevieve."
The Princess' eyes lit up, "Yes, Papa."
So when Derek arrived, and had dispersed all the shies, Genevieve broached the subject.
"Um... Derek?"
"Yes, Your Highness?" Derek bowed slightly as he turned dto face her. He was tall, with brown hair and icy blue eyes.
Genevieve laughed softly "Please, call me Genevieve. Especially after toi helped save us from Rowena."
Derek smiled and shrugged "Did toi need something?"
"I'm sure toi know my father is throwing a ball, right?" she waited for Derek to nod before she continued "He wanted me to invite toi to come."
"Me?"
"Yes. So... will toi come?"
Derek thought a second, then he nodded "I'd l’amour to."
Genevieve's smile widened "Good. It's a week from Friday. I'll... see toi there."
Derek nodded "Definitely."
With one last smile, the princess walked away.
Derek looked up at his parrot, Felix, who was sitting on his shoulder and frowning "What?"
"Why don't toi tell her how toi feel?" The perroquet squawked.
Derek shook his head "I remind you, Felix. She's still the princess."
"So?" Felix clocked his head to the side "It's no secret that you're in l’amour with her, and vice versa. There were thirteen witnesses!"
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Thirteen?"
"Yes!" Felix nodded dramatically. "11 princesses, me and the cat!"
Derek closed his shoe wagon. "We'll see, Felix." He looked over to where Genevieve was trying out her shoes. "We'll see."
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The night of ball, people from everywhere showed up.
Kings, queens, princes and princesses. Dukes and duchesses, and anyone else who might come.
The 12 girls descended the stairs together, chatting happily.
"Oh, look." Fallon said. "There's actually enough dance partners for all of us."
The others laughed as they reached the floor.
"May I?" One young prince bowed to Ashlyn. Who accepted and went to dance. One par one, each girl was led to the dance floor. Even the younger twins and triplets had young boys there ages. Before long, only Genevieve was standing there politely refusing each dance request.
Kind Randolph noticed her standing off to the side and went over to see why "Genevieve, of all toi girls dancing, I thought toi would be the first." he smiled at her "I do believe toi l’amour dancing as much as your mother did."
Genevieve smiled " I do l’amour dancing. It's just... I'm waiting... for someone."
The king nodded "Derek?"
The Princess felt the heat creeping into her cheeks. "Yes."
"He'll montrer up in due time." her father patted her shoulder gently "Until then, find someone to dance with, okay?"
Genevieve nodded "Yes, Papa." so, the suivant prince that came par asking for a dance, she accepted.
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Derek walked into the ballroom feeling a little out of place. There were nobles and royalty standing everywhere.
He took a deep breath and slowly made his way further into the room, making sure to stay par the walls. His eyes searched for Genevieve. He quickly spotted her dancing in the middle of the ballroom dancing. Her face was lit up as she was passed from one prince to the next.
One prince in particular kept coming back and taking her away from the others. Then he would say something that would make her laugh.
Derek leaned back against the mur and watched. That one prince really seemed to like her... a lot.
King Randolph spotted Derek and decided to go talk to him "Hello, Derek."
The young cordonnier jumped slightly, then bowed "Your Majesty."
"Aren't toi going to dance?"
"No... sir."
"Why not?" Randolph watched as Derek looked back out towards the ballroom to where Genevieve was "Ah. There's a certain someone toi want to dance with, huh?"
Derek looked down at his shoes. "Yes Sir." he answered truthfully.
The king chuckled quietly "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." then he went to go talk to some of his old Friends of his.
Derek returned his attention to the princess in the middle of the room. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Who am I kidding? She's a princess. Of course she'd go for a prince. Not me."
Genevieve continued to dance with Prince Thomas. Every now and then, she'd sneak a glance around to see if she saw Derek, but could never spot him.
"I guess he decided not to come." She thought sadly.
"How about some fresh air?" Thomas suggested.
Genevieve nodded "Sure. It's getting stuffy in here."
They walked out onto a balcony that was off to the side and stood quietly looking up at the stars.
"Princess Genevieve," Thomas started, "I've heard a lot about toi and your sisters, and tonight, they were proved true."
Genevieve glanced over at him from the corner of her eye "Oh no." she thought.
"Well toi see," the prince continued "I came here in hopes of finding a bride and..."
"Your Highness." Genevieve cut him off gently, "I appreciate your honesty and attention, but..." she shook her head slowly, "I can't marry you."
Thomas looked at her confused. "Why not?"
"There's... Someone else." she answered "A boy I've known for a long time."
"A prince, I'm sure." Thomas said.
Genevieve shook her head "No. He's not."
"Then a Duke ou a lord?"
"No. He's no one of high nobility." She pushed a loose strand from her face "In fact, hardly anyone sees him as special...but he's the one that I'm in l’amour with. And I won't marry anyone else."
"You mean toi intend to marry a common pauper?" Thomas scoffed, his pleasant demeanor suddenly changing to that of an arrogant prince. "You're going to choose a no account over a prince!?"
Genevieve crossed her arms "Yes."
"You have no right!" Thomas exclaimed. "You should..."
"Excuse me," A voice a dit behind the man. "But I believe the Princess is done talking to you."
Thomas spun around and frowned. Genevieve peeked around the Prince's shoulder, a relieved smile coming to her face. Derek!
"And who are you?"Thomas snapped.
" No one of consequence." Derek answered. "Now please, leave the Princess alone before I make you."
Thomas' eyebrows lowered. "Really?"
Felix flew down from a nearby arbre and perched himself on Derek's shoulder. "I wouldn't refuse my master if I were you," the perroquet said, "the last person who refused him, was never heard from again."
Derek rolled his eyes. "Again with that story?"
Well, apparently Thomas thought it was true, 'cause with a quick glance at Genevieve, he brushed past Derek and was gone.
"Are toi alright?" Derek asked.
Genevieve nodded "Yes. Thank you." she shyly took a step closer to him "I was starting to think toi wouldn't come."
Derek smiled "Like I said, I wouldn't miss it. Not for anything."
She laughed softly "I...uh...suppose toi heard that little conversation."
Derek nodded, not quite being able to hold back the growing smile "I did. And..." he wasn't sure where he got up the courage to reach out and take her hand, ou to say the four words that came out of his mouth next, but somehow, they both happened "I l’amour toi too. And have for a long time."
Genevieve looked up into his icy blue eyes "Really?"
He nodded again "Really."
"Well just Kiss her already!" a voice shouted from the doorway
The couple spun around to see a small blonde get yanked back.
"Lacey!" several voices hissed.
Derek looked back at the Princess who was still staring at the doorway scowling. He took a deep breath then gently tapped her shoulder.
When she looked up at him, he bent down and kissed her before he had a chance to stop himself.
Genevieve's eyes widened, right before they fluttered closed a divisé, split seconde later.
Loud cheers erupted from the ballroom, causing the two to back away from each other.
Derek chuckled as the 11 princesses and king retreated from the doorway "My I have this dance, Genevieve?"
The Princess nodded "I would l’amour to... Derek."
Then he led her back out to the dance floor where they danced for the rest of the evening.
The End