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Fanfic: How to marry the Girl of your Dreams
your new queen to whom you will submit," cooed Ice Queen. "Otherwise I'll send you where you came from."
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Wendell suppressed a yawn and resisted the urge to massage his sore temples.
After the coronation ceremony, life as the new king had quickly settled in, and Wendell had barely got a breather apart from all his duties. To make matters worse, he hadn't been able to sleep last night either - even though his recovery workload had been reduced so drastically that he was often close to the thought of wishing for a life as a dog again. A little before that, because Wendell knew from his own experience the dangers of carelessly expressed wishes.
He would never have thought it possible that a dream figure would appear to him one day, but it had happened last night. Dream figure was actually a false name - she had been a dream stealer, and a beautiful one on top of that.She hadn't spoken a word to him, just looked at him, he'd probably just imagined the tip.
Dark blonde hair framed an angelic face from which a pair of blue eyes shone towards him. A gentle smile that played around her pale pink lips awakened thoughts in Wendell's head that he had never had before in his 21-year life, and if they did, he shouldn't have had them as a prince.
The angel lay stretched out on a chaise longue, her white silk and lace dress seeming to grow in soft waves over the edge.
This 'dream' was all well and good, just what did it mean? And what should Wendell do?
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"At first glance you may have only one thing in common," said Ice Queen hours later to her assembled new army. The throne room, like the exterior of the palace, was beautiful and exotic to look at. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, stalagmites jutted up, and made it a little difficult for the taller to wander around effortlessly.The window panes, which looked as if they were made of millimeter-thick ice, were adorned with ice flowers and made the room look hard. Around the throne on which the queen sat stood three snow servants who flanked them. They looked as if they were made entirely of snow, and their bodies merged into their clothes, which seemed to consist only of a slightly protruding tulle skirt. They all had the same shoulder-length hairstyle and the same apathetic expression that made your blood run cold. "You all failed shamefully. Whether it was children or talking cats ... that is an open question." A disgruntled murmur went through the rows and Ice Queen suppressed a smile. There was nothing like remembering failed deeds to conjure up the best in a villain. "But you are all angry too, and you are unbeatable in at least one subject. That's why I brought you to my place.""What for?" Growled ogre, still slightly sensitive to the fact that he had been eaten by a cat. And then suddenly he woke up again, in this icy cold place where he had to submit to an unknown woman.
"Well, out of revenge, of course," the Queen replied, smiling. "Why else? Although the original characters have long since changed, you can also take revenge on the descendants. And then we will redistribute the 9 kingdoms among us."
"Great plan," snorted Drusilda. "But how should we help you with this? Hazel and I didn't die, but with our lost sight we can hardly go into battle, can we?"
"Oh, Drusilda," Ice Queen cooed, the corner of her mouth drawn up. "You don't underestimate my power, do you?"
"N-no ..."
"Well, then, because I can give you your eyesight back. You and your sister. Do you want that?""Y-yes, queen."
"Stop stuttering! I can't stand that."
"Yes, Queen," repeated Drusilda once more, grasping her sister's hand more tightly. They had both lived in darkness for ages, and she couldn't imagine the chance that she'd see again all of a sudden. She only vaguely remembered Hazel's face and hers, but she could never see the one she still loved.
"Well."
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A / N: The snow servants look like the snow dancers from SM Kaguya Hime.
A / N2: Drusilda and Hazel should actually be over 200 years old, just like Cinderella.
~ * + ^ + * ~
Wendell suppressed a yawn and resisted the urge to massage his sore temples.
After the coronation ceremony, life as the new king had quickly settled in, and Wendell had barely got a breather apart from all his duties. To make matters worse, he hadn't been able to sleep last night either - even though his recovery workload had been reduced so drastically that he was often close to the thought of wishing for a life as a dog again. A little before that, because Wendell knew from his own experience the dangers of carelessly expressed wishes.
He would never have thought it possible that a dream figure would appear to him one day, but it had happened last night. Dream figure was actually a false name - she had been a dream stealer, and a beautiful one on top of that.She hadn't spoken a word to him, just looked at him, he'd probably just imagined the tip.
Dark blonde hair framed an angelic face from which a pair of blue eyes shone towards him. A gentle smile that played around her pale pink lips awakened thoughts in Wendell's head that he had never had before in his 21-year life, and if they did, he shouldn't have had them as a prince.
The angel lay stretched out on a chaise longue, her white silk and lace dress seeming to grow in soft waves over the edge.
This 'dream' was all well and good, just what did it mean? And what should Wendell do?
~ * + ^ + * ~
"At first glance you may have only one thing in common," said Ice Queen hours later to her assembled new army. The throne room, like the exterior of the palace, was beautiful and exotic to look at. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, stalagmites jutted up, and made it a little difficult for the taller to wander around effortlessly.The window panes, which looked as if they were made of millimeter-thick ice, were adorned with ice flowers and made the room look hard. Around the throne on which the queen sat stood three snow servants who flanked them. They looked as if they were made entirely of snow, and their bodies merged into their clothes, which seemed to consist only of a slightly protruding tulle skirt. They all had the same shoulder-length hairstyle and the same apathetic expression that made your blood run cold. "You all failed shamefully. Whether it was children or talking cats ... that is an open question." A disgruntled murmur went through the rows and Ice Queen suppressed a smile. There was nothing like remembering failed deeds to conjure up the best in a villain. "But you are all angry too, and you are unbeatable in at least one subject. That's why I brought you to my place.""What for?" Growled ogre, still slightly sensitive to the fact that he had been eaten by a cat. And then suddenly he woke up again, in this icy cold place where he had to submit to an unknown woman.
"Well, out of revenge, of course," the Queen replied, smiling. "Why else? Although the original characters have long since changed, you can also take revenge on the descendants. And then we will redistribute the 9 kingdoms among us."
"Great plan," snorted Drusilda. "But how should we help you with this? Hazel and I didn't die, but with our lost sight we can hardly go into battle, can we?"
"Oh, Drusilda," Ice Queen cooed, the corner of her mouth drawn up. "You don't underestimate my power, do you?"
"N-no ..."
"Well, then, because I can give you your eyesight back. You and your sister. Do you want that?""Y-yes, queen."
"Stop stuttering! I can't stand that."
"Yes, Queen," repeated Drusilda once more, grasping her sister's hand more tightly. They had both lived in darkness for ages, and she couldn't imagine the chance that she'd see again all of a sudden. She only vaguely remembered Hazel's face and hers, but she could never see the one she still loved.
"Well."
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A / N: The snow servants look like the snow dancers from SM Kaguya Hime.
A / N2: Drusilda and Hazel should actually be over 200 years old, just like Cinderella.