*cough* Yeah. Back to writing :0 I shall write a one-shot for anyone who asks, just tell me what about and who you wish to be in it... :0 And post what you want HERE. Once upon a time, there was a little girl, green with envy for the princess's life. The princess didn't even dress herself, while the little girl was on her hands and knees scrubbing bathroom floors. To the little girl's luck, both she and the princess had blonde hair and brown eyes. So while the princess was out, the girl snuck into her bedroom. She opened the princess's wardrobe and found a beautiful pink dress- putting it on, relishing the feel of soft silk against her tough skin. She walked to the princess's vanity and delicately curled her long blonde hair, putting a bit of pink lipstick on her small mouth. Smiling, she got up walked to the courtyard, where the princess was holding a picnic for her ladies in waiting and her guards. "Liar! Fiend! Kidnapper! That imposter locked me away!" the little girl shouted and pointed to the true princess. "You are the liar!" the princess shouted, but her guards got up and pulled her away by her arms. "I'm a princess! Unhand me!" The little girl smiled while the guards took away that lying imposter. "are you okay?" a lady asked. "yes," the new princess said, smiling at the guards who took away the old one. "I just feel like a different person after being in there. It's funny, how the world works." the new princess smiled. "now I shall have that little girl executed."
Bridget started crying even before the guards had taken her from the courtyard. "Lois! Harold! Don't you recognize me? Please!" she cried as they threw her into a vile dungeon cell. "please! Look at me! I don't belong here!" Harold laughed. "you sure as hell don't! We've known Princess Bridget for years, and you are not her!" Lois grabbed her chin. "too bad you're gonna die soon- ya woulda made me a happy man." he winked and he and Harold walked from the dungeon. Bridget pinched herself. She was dreaming, right? How could they not have seen Bridget was in fact Bridget? Was she really Bridget? Bridget touched her wet cheek- was she a princess, or a little girl? Bridget shook her head and sat on the bench, ignoring jeers from imprisoned men. She was in fact a princess. At least, she hoped she was.
Raven smirked as a knight helped her out of her carriage. She had gone out to reassure her father that she was alright. "Princess Bridget? When would you like lunch? And would you like quail or Cornish Hen?" a squire inquired. "quail. And I'd like to have lunch in my room, as soon as possible." raven almost ran to her new room to look through her things. An hour later, Raven had worn three different dresses, styled her hair at least twenty different ways, and had enjoyed the greatest lunch she had ever had. Who knew quail was so fantastic? "Princess Bridget?" Raven turned to see the most handsome man in quite possibly the whole world. He had dark hair and eyes, and he was tall and muscular. "Prince Charming..." Raven whispered. "I heard about the imposter attack- my dearest Princess, I'm so sorry, milady." his eyes were sad, like he was sorry he hadn't been able to save Bridget. "It's alright, Prince Charming." Raven walked to him and petted his cheek fondly. "call me Aaron, Princess. I've told you a million times." Raven smiled and kissed him gently, happy at her new life.
Bridget cowered in the corner of her cell, her dress having been a thin summer frock, and it was night. And it was cold. "Princess?" a voice rang out- a boy on patrol in the dungeon. "you recognize me? Please, tell them I demand to be let out! I am a princess!" Bridget rushed to the door of her cell. "pay no attention to that one, boy. That's a crazy bitch!" a guard laughed, and the boy walked away. Bridget backed up to her cell again. They were so indecent that they used such vulgar language in front of a princess! Then the mental debate came back, as doubtful as ever. Was she a princess? Or was she just so crazy she thought she was? Was she crazy? Who was she? Bridget broke, and started laughing. It's funny how a day in a cell can break someone who's life was so easy.