T-Girl fairy tale 1

She had put on a great show as she mourned father’s death. She hid behind a kerchief and sobbed when ever someone who might take pity on her was within ear shot. As was custom she wore black for a month, but at the soonest opportunity she was back in her brightly colored dresses with the low cut bodices. A month after that found her planning a small affair where she invited as many of the local unattached royalty as was reasonably acceptable so soon after the death of a spouse.

Princess Angel

Angel yawned and adjusted her crown. She looked over the swirling crowd of dancers from upon the dais with a small sense of despair. Time and again her advisers had told her she needed to find a husband to solidify her position as Queen. Court intrigue being what it is, she knew her regent, Dutchess Dortello and the advisors were right. She had long since come of age and there was still no one she was interested in being attached to in a husband and wife kind of way. She found several of the butlers and one of the stable boys most interesting for the occasional, or more precisely, nightly diversion, but that was all.