Piano lessons for three hours, then dance lessons until lunch. Lunch was to be very formal with Father, as it always was. Walking through the hallway, with her now gown slippers, or shoes, whatever they were called. She hated them. It felt constricting and they pinched her toes. The hallway was rather blank with nothing but a tapestry or random painting every now and then. She could faintly hear hushed whispers in the distance. Curiosity getting the better of her she headed towards the silent voices as she peered down the next hallway to look at two guards. One of which she knew too well. The older guard left, leaving the younger one standing there staring in the direction of where the older guard had vanished. Her eyes scanned over him. Alex Sinclaire. Her only childhood friend and her best friend. His bright red hair was up in a ponytail. She never quite understood why he never cut it. He was tanned, very fit, and probably extremely muscular. More importantly than that he was taller than her, which she hated her height, so he being a good 6’3” gave him fuel to tease her with.
As if he knew he was being looked at he turned his head to the side to let his blue eyes lock on hers. He seemed rather amused to see her looking at him like that. Sticking her tongue at him and scowling rather quickly at him, she rushed down the hall not giving him a chance to bother her. Once a good ways down the hall, she let her scowl drop to a smile. The only one in the entire kingdom that didn’t treat her like a princess, well he did in front of her father.
As always, she had to rush towards the dining hall knowing her father would be waiting, and Heavens knows she wouldn’t want that. Pushing through the main set of doors, she watched as the man at the end of the table turned his steely gaze towards her with a frown. Almost immediately her voice chimed in with its usual annoyed sound. “I’m not late, I’m actually early. You should be happy.” Her voice was nonchalant as her hand passed through her hair as she made her way to the other table with light interest. Sitting down rather gracefully her elbow quickly found the table, breaking the princess persona she had only moment ago. Leaning her cheek onto her palm, she looked over at her Father, the King. His tangled black hair hung along his spine in a ponytail of sorts. As usual, he dressed dark, in deep blue cloak and a black undershirt and trousers. His green eyes looked over her seeming interested in her gown, though he said nothing at all. Finally, he straightened up as she leaned over looking bored as usual. One by one, the servants flooded in bringing dishes from chicken, to pork all the way to a new delicacy of charred corn.
Silence flew between the tables as they both ate with the best of manners. As the meal came to an end, Charlotte sighed in happiness at the food and was quick to scowl seeing her Father’s gaze. “So… what is it that you wished to talk about?” she asked finally, needing to break the ice. Needing to see why today of all days he needed to make sure she was on time.
A moment passed as he looked over her saying nothing, but slowly a smile spread along his lips, the one that always caused her to get into so much trouble. The one that spelled out her needing to do something in depth, something.. distasteful to her. Finally, he broke the silence. “You are to be married within the week. I have set it all in motion.”