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"Your Majesty, can we get you anything else?"
Siren turned towards the mirror implanted in the castle wall, her cerulean blue iris's softening at the sight of her reflection. She was still familiar, her high cheek-bones and beautifully sculpted face still vague in contrast to the new change. Her maids decided to beautify her beyond extent, slicking back her platinum blonde locks into a crown braid, and blanketing her fuller lips with a sultry pink gloss. Her maids where such amazing people, whatever she could manage to say next couldn’t fit in the abundance of thanks she felt for her helpers. “Thank you Nancy, I can not explain in words how grateful I am for you all, but I think I’m fine for now.” Siren swiveled around on her cushioned stool to face the three women. Nancy was the oldest of them all. She had rich red locks-whom where usually tightened into a bun-and sharp green eyes that concealed a motherly nature. Her rather puffy cheeks suited the rest of her body in a sort of adorable way, matching her deep curves and husky-like figure. But her charisma and loyalty ran deep like a river, and that was what Siren adored most about her. She knew that if anything, through all of the ups and downs in running a country, Nancy would be the one at her side. Honestly, Siren could admit that she favored the Maid a little bit...just a bit. She still loved all of her maids equally. The ladies in front of her smiled and dipped their heads in unison, Anne excitingly wringing her hands as they skittered out the door. Siren almost felt like doing the same, but she was a Princess, her anxiety would only show her weaknesses, and today was not a day to do so. Today was her coronation, one of the biggest days in the whole country of Alicia. Within approximately 45 minutes, she would be made Alicia’s new Queen. Within that time limit, she would have the weight of an entire country on her shoulders, the destiny of one union in her tender, fragile hands. Siren swallowed hard, panic creeping up her throat as the thoughts raced through her head. How would she be able to do this? Run a whole country? What if she messed up? What if the whole country hated her? The queen-to-be shakily pressed her palm against the mirror, trying hard to erase all of the doubt that balled up in her thoughts at the moment. She couldn’t think like this now, she had to be strong, passionate, courages, like a real princess. She was the one that the entire country depended on, she was the idol that every young girl in the country wanted to be. It all came down to her, and her only. The cool glass against her palm calmed her nerves a bit, as if it magically sent ice shooting through her boiling pulse. Siren held it there for a long time, until a knock at the door made her jump. She instantly recoiled her hand and turned around on instinct, but the visitor didn’t even let her give the proper invitation before it came striding in. Siren’s lips sealed instantly, aggrivated by the person’s apparent eagerness to reach her. She hoped it was something important. It was a man who came strolling towards her. He had light, flowing blonde curls that merely brushed his deep blue eyes, and beneath that, his face and body was lean and handsomely modeled. It was Prince Jacin, the one man she was suppose to run the country with, and soon become bride of. He stopped a few inches away from her, a respectful distance, but not enough to keep Siren from secretly gritting her teeth in unlady-like ignorance. She never actually grew fond of her fiance, and for the years they had known each other, she couldn’t decipher whether it was because they had nothing in common, or because it was a forced marriage. “Hello darling, you look stunning!” Jacin beamed as he bowed before her, forcing Siren to stand and bow too. “Thank you, may I say yourself?” she spoke quietly, running her hands down the perfect creases on the front of her dress. She had to say, the dress would be the one that she would never forget throughout all of her future years in reign. Not because it was the one she would wear for her coronation, but because her dear maids worked exceptionally hard on it. She knew they had been working on it all week: planning, designing, planning some more; but she didn’t think they would be able to risk something so breathtaking. For her big day, she would walk out in an organdy bouffant dress; 3 puffy layers of embroidered and laced satin, with ivory and silk floss designs.It draped gorgeously over her curves, with it’s gold lace kissing the ground beneath her silver heels. Her maids further out-did themselves by adding a long silver train to the upper hem of her skirt, with gold floral prints cascading down it’s sides. Siren really hoped that the rest of the world would love her gown as much as she did now. Prince Jacin looked down at her, his optics glittering with what may of been affection. “Thank you my dear,” he began slowly, his words seeming practiced and gentle. But it bit into Siren’s thoughts like a million of ice-cold needles being prodded into her skull. Though she couldn’t admit it now, or ever in their future together, she felt as though everything between them was staged. The very few conversations they where able to maintain, mostly consisted of politics and wars, and very little of the what should be about their own relationship. They also weren’t able to spend too much time together between office work and troubles outside the country, but when they did, it was always scheduled and planned on certain dates and times. It bothered Siren that her Prince may only be marrying her for his status, for the country, and not for his heart’s desire. She steadied her gaze upon his own stormy eyes, trying to think through over and over again, wishing that she had missed something in her calculations, something that would tell her everything she just thought of him wasn’t true. She was an independant women, true and strong to herself, but she wasn’t sure how long she could stand in their relationship before she would eventually snap. After their marriage, she wasn’t allowed to leave him. “Is something wrong?” Jacin blinked foggily, catching her off guard. Siren nodded, “No, uh...just thinking...” she exhaled silently, casting her gaze away from him for a brief moment. Jacin didn’t speak up immedietly, “My dear, let’s not forget today is our coronation.” she slightly flinched when he pressured the word our. But then again, she nearly forgot that today was too important to let her doubting control. She straightened her shoulders respectfully, and he reacted by hooking his arm between hers. “Shall’ we?” he smiled comically, and she fell in step beside him as he escorted her out of her room.