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pinkcreamypeach · 3 months ago

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"How in control are we?"

Characters - Princess peach, Prince Haru and Princess Daisy (In the ending part)

Sunshine beams down, warm and bright, casting a dazzling, golden glow on the bright blue sky, as far as the eye can see. Not a single cloud obscures this radiant view. The air is filled with the sound of birds chirping, creating a mesmerizing melody, while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves on the nearby trees.Green grass grows everywhere, stretching out from horizon to horizon.

The young princess takes a deep breath, her eyes closing in bliss as she savors the refreshing aroma of the surrounding air. She is meeting her betrothed, the prince she is soon to marry on her birthday, the first day of spring on March 20th. She has been dubbed "the spring deer" by her people on account of her beauty, and her mother gave birth on a magnificent mushroom during her birth, the Peach-colored fly agaric. The mushroom's color is stunning, a bright yellow-orange with pale striations on the cap's inner edge. The cap ranges from pink to orange-red, with a slightly paler color at the edge. The gills below the cap are white, and the stem is typically dark brown. This rare and wondrous mushroom is a symbol of fertility and abundance, and her mother named her "Peach" after her birth.

As the princess sips her tea, her thoughts turn to her upcoming wedding and the man she is to marry. Her mind is filled with conflicting emotions - looking out at the beautiful view before her, taking in the vibrant colors and sounds of nature, trying to banish her thoughts of uncertainty.

A gentle yet confident voice called out, "Princess?"

Her teacup gingerly placed upon the ornate table, she turned her attention to the source of the voice, her eye contact immediately fixed upon the figure before her.

"Yes?" The princess replied, her voice gentle.

It was the prince, his teal eyes sparkling with a lively energy as he stood, looking down upon her with a respectful bow. His reddish-brown nose wiggled in greeting. He was like a young, energetic puppy full of joy, and it was infectious. The prince’s smile broadened at her reaction, revealing pearly straight white teeth, as he straightened up, his tail wagging.

The prince stood tall, his teal eyes sparkling and a smile stretching across his face as he introduced himself. "My name is Prince Haru," he stated with pride, his voice clear and confident.

The princess nodded, her own smile still in place as she responded. "I know of your name, Prince Haru. I'm grateful for your assistance in saving our kingdom's sorcerer. It was truly a benevolent act, one that I will always remember," she said, offering a slight bow in thanks.

As they sat back down at the table, Haru and the princess couldn't help but stare at each other for a moment, each surprised by the sudden glow of their matching brooches. The silence was swiftly broken, however, as Haru cleared his throat and noticed the old-fashioned strawberry cake on the table. "Ah, a classic," he said, his eyes fixed on the dessert. The princess nodded in agreement, taking a small piece for herself.

The cake is usually baked in a round, layered cake pan with a flat bottom, which allows for the use of layers. After the cake is cooled, each layer is topped with a thick layer of whipped cream, and the strawberries are arranged in a decorative design on top. Finally, a fresh strawberry is placed on top as a finishing touch. While there are many variations on this traditional recipe, the key ingredients are the white cake, strawberries, and whipped cream.

As Haru looked at the delicious-looking cake with a mixture of hunger and admiration, his stomach let out a low growl, and he almost drooled at the sight. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, trying to compose himself before asking, "Your Highness, if I may inquire, who prepared this delightful dish?"

The princess blushed slightly at Haru's compliment and fixed her crown, which sat comfortably between her small antlers.

With a soft smile, she replied, "Oh, I made this baked dessert. My father doesn't like me getting dirty, especially since it's important to keep my clean appearance as a lady and princess." She couldn't help feeling a sense of pride at having successfully prepared a sumptuous cake for the prince.As Haru's eyes lingered on the cake, the princess couldn't help but notice his longing gaze. She gave him a kind look and hoped he would feel comfortable eating in her presence.

“I can see you're hungry aren't you? Would you like a slice of cake?” She said

“YE-*ahem* I mean.. That'll be a pleasure, your highness.”As the prince accepted the slice of cake with a clumsy nod of his head, Peach could see that his excitement was overwhelming him. His tail wagged faster as he brought the fork to his mouth, his eyes wide and bright like a child's on Christmas morning. He took a big bite, but his enthusiasm seemed to get the best of him, and crumbs flew everywhere, sticking to his whiskers and splattering across the table.

Despite the mess, Peach couldn't help but smile as she watched him devour the cake. He seemed so innocent and sweet, with his shy smile and tail wagging like a dog on a walk. She felt a twinge of tenderness in her heart, realizing that beneath his royal veneer, he was just a regular lad like everyone else.As the prince ate, the animals that lived in the kingdom seemed to come alive. The mushrooms grew taller, their tops bursting with color and releasing a sweet scent in the air. Birds chirped and fluttered about, filling the world with a joyful cacophony.

It was a perfect day, Peach thought to herself, and as she looked out over the lush garden, she felt grateful for everything she had. The prince continued to eat, his face smeared with cake, his movements awkward but sweet. As he took another bite, Peach felt a sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that she had made someone happy.

Peach smiled, memories flooding to her as she recalled the carefree days of her childhood with Daisy. She could almost hear the sound of Daisy's adorable laughter as they chased after a bird, the brown-haired princess jumping up and down and making bird noises. The image brought a chuckle to Peach's lips.

Daisy was always so adventurous, never afraid to get her hands dirty. Peach remembered how her sister would gladly play in the mud, but the moment a bird pooped lands in her hair, Daisy would scream bloody murder. She truly had a low tolerance for bird poop and that was something Peach always found amusing. Her bestie's would scream and complain like a true princess, and it was always fun to see her get all worked up over it. But despite Daisy quirks, Peach loved her dearly, and she missed those carefree days they spent together.

As she was lost in thought, Peach looked up and saw the prince trying to sneak another piece of cake. She cleared her throat to catch his attention and he instantly froze, trying to hide the piece of cake behind his back.

"Haru..?" she spoke gently, breaking him out of his trance. He looked up at her with a guilty expression

“Y-yes princess?” Cleaning his throat again for the second time.

“..Your highness ..I don't think we should be married..” Biting her lips nervously

“..Huh?”

He looked up at her with wide, curious eyes, his head tilted slightly to one side as if trying to make sense of what she had just said. The prince's eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

As the moments passed, the prince struggled to come up with an appropriate response, his face shifting through a series of expressions as he struggled to find the words to express himself.

Finally, the prince managed to stammer out a few words, his voice shaking with emotions that he struggled to understand.

"W-what do you mean? We...we don't have to marry?”

"Because, I believe that marriage should be about love, passion, and a genuine connection between two people. The idea of falling in love and getting butterflies in my stomach at the thought of being with someone, of having starry eyes when I look at them, of blushing so hard that it turns my cheeks pink, that's what I want, that's what marriage should be!" her voice was filled with emotion and passion, her hands clasped together as she imagined the perfect fairytale love story. Her bright, shining eyes reflect her dreams and desires for a future with true love and happiness.

While the prince was listening to what she was saying, his mouth fell into a shocked shape as everything clicked into place for him. His face broke into a huge smile.

"Why can't we have that?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.

"You never even proposed to me.." She said sighing

“But we're wearing these necklaces, which technically means we're engaged. Since it's like a ring of unity. That's what my father said." Haru said as he played with his necklace

Peach's ears drooped slightly as she listened to Haru's words."I know we're wearing these necklaces," she said, feeling the weight of the silver chain with teal gemstone around her neck. "But that doesn't mean we have to follow through with the marr-... "What do you mean a ring?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

He would explain he held his tail as he spoke “Well..when I was 10, I got this necklace as a gift. My father said that the Brooch is a legend that the owner of the second nearly-”

“Identical Brooch is a prince that will sweep her off her feet…” She finished his sentence

“yea that!” He pointed at her as she finished it, his ears pointed up more. Peach would think before her ears slowly raised up, eyes widen

“..Don't you think that's a coincidence? Were both given these necklaces on our birthday at the age of ten, we both are set to be married, these necklaces glowed and shines near each other.. How are our father's are close in ranking and power and are..friends? Don't you think that's a bit..a huge coincidence..?” Raising an eyebrow as she rubs her head

“...I haven't thought of all of that..but even if it was a coincidence. It's part of our culture to have arranged type marriages, it's quite rare for it not to be. Am sure they want the best for us, to be set up for life and be safe. Your father wants you by someone who can protect you, my father wants someone who can be nurturing. It's a great balance you know..?”

The princess frowned as well, rubbing the edge of her nose “But I don't want to get married. I want to wait! Not married to a prince who did a good deed. Doesn't mean I'll have to marry afterwards..It feels wrong and forced to me..”

Haru looked at her, his eyes softens as he sighs to himself as well.

“..I know it's so much on you. Our father wants this marriage to go though, it's going to happen on your birthday. Maybe we can work on doing this together you know..Maybe we can both fall in love..at least to make our fathers happy..” Haru went to reach out his hand towards Peach but she quickly pulled away getting up.

“I don't fake or force myself to love anything or anyone..I just can't..am sorry..”

Tearing up as she rushed off away, her footsteps fading away into the garden. Haru was stuck alone in his feelings, holding his hands together. His ears down as he eats the strawberry cake to make himself feel better. Wondering why they should even be married if they don't even know each other. He saved the only mushroom kingdom sorcerer, but this just doesn't seem right. It seemed so much on the princess.. But what would he even do? Complaining about an arranged marriage, what a silly thought. A prince's dream is to marry a princess and live happily ever after together. But did he want this? Of course he does.. he's a prince.. So why does his stomach twist and turn in pain? At the thought of this marriage going through?

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The princess was crying in her garden as she sobs. Covering her eyes, why must she go and ruin this little meeting! Why was her heart beating so hard and fast, her nose red and sniffing. Until she felt a hand in her hair, peach's ear twitched as she gazed up redden baggy eyes. She saw her friend Daisy, who had a worried face. Her usually feline sharp pupils were big and round. Like a cat worried about if their owner was hurt or sad.

“..The meeting didn't go well?” Daisy said before sitting beside her, her knees to her chest. Her head tilted slightly, keeping her unusually frown.

“Y-yes..*sniff* Rubbing her eyes, sniffing some more. Her lips quivering before trying to breathe in and out.“Just I..don't want this..I-i..can't..I won't..but how..? Why do I have to be married!? I never asked for this!” Breathing hard, as she grabs her ears as tight as possibly. Her chest rising up and down, she felt like she was gonna explode.

As Daisy would hug her tightly. Rubbing behind peach's ears as she comforts her. Making soft purring noises, putting the princess slowly at ease. Her breathing would return to normal, holding her arm tightly. The princesses wouldn't speak, just enjoy the silence and comfort of each other's company. Peach needed this hug…it helped her calm down, the purring made it even more relaxing.. Slowly going limp into Daisy's arms, eyes fluttering to stay open.Getting a small chuckle out of the brunette, sensing the blondie was about to fall asleep.

She deserves this time of peace and quiet..

<End + Extra art>.

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