happilyeverbeginning | I'm in love with a fairytale / Even though it hurts (donald x daisy)

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I'm in love with a fairytale / Even though it hurts (donald x daisy)

Many people thought that being a princess was all fun and games, but being the sole heir to an entire kingdom came with its own challenges. There was studying and etiquette, learning the ins and outs of economy and trade, plus the ever dreadful decision about her future husband who would rule the kingdom alongside her. At the very least, Daisy hoped this last matter wouldn't bother her for years to come. She was still a fair young maiden and as far as she was concerned, her heart had already made its choice.

Alas, he was no prince or duke or even a knight.

A grand ball was to be thrown in several days time, which meant her family and the servants were busy preparing for this and that - providing the young princess with many chances to sneak away from her lessons and gaze upon her dearest. She picked up her dress, quickly making her way through the castle until she was out in the fresh air and sunshine. Here on out she had to slow down, lest she be caught - especially by the one she fancied.

Though many would describe her as haughty, perhaps even spoiled and selfish, she was uncharacteristically shy when it came to matters of romance. Oh, she had many a fantasy of seducing and wooing over the handsome lad, but that was for dreams, and reality was unpredictable. She dared to peek her head around the corner hoping to catch a glimpse of the young gardener tending to the gorgeous flowers that bloomed all around the castle.

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So as the choir of angels sang in her head, Daisy happily rested her head on his shoulders, hoping her small fluffy tail wasn't wagging. That might kill the delicate image she was trying to get off. "You poor dear, already working so hard, and now having to help me."

Now that she had him all to herself, time to investigate! "I hope your... wife? ... won't mind you being so exhausted."

He glanced at her, somewhat curiously. "Ah...she might, if I had one."

Yes good.

"Oh, forgive me for being so presumptuous." A pause, just to make it seem like she wasn't too eager. "Girlfriend? Significant other? Fair damsel?"

He shook his head. "Nothing like that, your majesty," he replied.

As he entered the castle, he hesitated a moment. He'd never needed to be anywhere this far in before, so he wasn't sure where to go.

YES GOOD.

Okay, one obstacle down... and several more to go. Getting approval for a peasant to court a royal was going to be far from easy, but she'd always been the apple of her father's eye. Maybe if she laid the right sweet-talk and threw in some presents...

... Why were they stopping?

"... Sir Donald?"

"Ah...sorry, your highness," he replied, still glancing around. "I've...never really been inside the palace. Where should I go?"

Oh. right. She felt a little silly, not recognizing this would be a problem early on.

"It's on the second floor, third door to the left. It's got gigantic gold doors, really hard to miss."

He nodded and followed her directions, making sure to hold her close so he wouldn't drop her while heading up the stairs.

"Should I get the doctor for you after taking you to your room?"

Stop finding loopholes in her brilliant plan!

"Noooo no no no! I... don't need to worry anyone, really!"

He blinked, tiling his head a bit. "Are you sure? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's... slowly getting better." Amazing how this plan was falling apart so quickly. "But - but only because I'm off my feet!"

"...Ah. I see." She was definitely faking it. But he didn't say anything as he carefully readjusted his hold on her and continued up the steps.

"Well, then we better get you to your room so you can rest it some more."

Phew, that was a close one! Relaxing, she resumed her sweet and demure look, resting against him. "A-huh... you do such an excellent job in the gardens, you know? My flowers have never looked so lovely."

Looking down at her, he smiled. "Thank you, your majesty. I've always had a bit of a green thumb, and I've been happy to grow them for you."

"... Sir Donald, can you do be a tiny favor?" She tapped her fingers together, the picture of innocence.

"When we're alone... Can you just call me Daisy?"

He blinked in surprise, and there may be a faint blush on his cheeks.

"A-Ah...is...is that okay?" Being so low in rank as he was, the idea of addressing anyone like that was unheard of. Let alone a member of the royal family.

"I'm the princess - if I say it's okay, it's okay." Sound logic, right? He wasn't allowed to deny her.

Still he hesitated for a moment; while he was supposed to obey her orders, such a thing did seem to contrast the need to show her the respect she deserved.

After debating with himself, though, he figured as long as they were alone, as she asked, then it should be okay.

"If that's what you wish, y- er...Daisy," he corrected himself, though addressing her by name would take a lot of getting used to.

Victory! She giggled gleefully, resting her head on him again.

"There, that's much better."

Glancing at her, he smiled a bit.

Eventually though, he reached the doors she had mentioned earlier. And somehow managing to get it open while still carrying her, he hesitated a moment before slowly stepping inside.

It was one thing bringing her up to her room. But being inside her room? Just the two of them, unsupervised? He could definitely get in big trouble for this.

As expected, her room was gigantic. Plenty of silky things, jewelry, and enough space to fit three whole stables.

"Thank you ever so much, Donald!"

Glancing at her, he managed a small smile to hide his nervousness.

"You're welcome."

As he walked farther into the room, he couldn't help glancing around. It was certainly larger than anything he was used to. The room alone as bigger than the house he'd grown up in with his family, let alone the quarters he currently occupied with other groundskeepers for the castle.

"Surely there must be something I can do reward your aide?" She asked, tracing a heart symbol on his chest, rather oblivious to the reaction to her room. To her, it was a normal room, as she'd never seen anyone else's.

[He chuckles a bit nervously.]

Ah...nothing that I can really think of y- er, Daisy.

Now that surprises her. She blinks rapidly, confused. "You can't think of anything? Not a single thing?"

Carefully placing her down on her bed, he shrugged slightly.

"Nothing at the moment," he replied.

"But you might change your mind later?" She latched onto his words, trying to find the right opportunity.

"It's, uh...possible," he offered.

It was actually really strange, because he could normally think of any number of things he might have wanted. But being asked about it now, his mind was drawing a blank.

YES PERFECT.

"That means when you think of it, you have to come see me!" She clasped her hands together, eager to seize another opportunity for them to "properly" meet.

Glancing at her, he managed a small smile.

"Yeah, I guess I will...Daisy."

That handsome smile combined with him saying her name?

Direct hit with Cupid's arrow, K.O. She flopped onto her back, happy beyond words. "Heeheeheehee."

He smiled, but then, remembering himself, he cleared his throat and bowed slightly.

"I'll uh...fetch someone to take a look at your ankle."

As tempting as it was to try and drag this out further, even Daisy knew this couldn't last forever. But it would help her future plans, oh yes.

"Ah, yes, of course... Thank you again, Sir Donald."

With a smile, he bowed and headed out, stopping only to inform someone of Daisy's injury so that it can be taken care of.

But later that afternoon, a bouquet of flowers, tied with a lacy ribbon, would be delivered to Daisy by one of her ladies-in-waiting, with a message of hopes for her quick recovery.

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Do we wanna wrap this thread up soon and continue on the Courtly Meme?

consider it wrapped like an x-mas present

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