Saving Diana *ON HOLD*

~~Two~~

Diana was right. Something went very wrong. Her mother never woke up the next morning. It seemed like something besides just bad blood was wrong.

But to her father, King Charles, it didn't matter. His beloved Queen Mary's was dead. He wanted to still make Diana's childhood perfect, so he became bent on finding her a friend. He wanted her to have some feminine example.

To Diana, her mother was never feminine. She was stuck up and prissy, and she never understood why her father liked her. Diana knew that her mother would've just wanted her to become a mini-me, and she would rather die than be a clone of her mother.

By the time she was two, she had gone through multiple hired "friends", and multiple fits of wanting to be less girly. He father couldn't bear to see her scare off another girl, so he decieded on plan B.

She was going to meet her arranged husband before schedule.

She was only two, but she was an excellent judge of character, was well spoken and spoke her mind. Diana wasn't a typical child.

Apparently so, this Prince Richard kid and his jester Robert weren't typical either.

Richard's strawberry blonde hair was plastered to his head, and he wore a goofy looking purple jacket-shirt. He had black pants on, and tall charcoal grey boots. He looked like a prissy girl.

Robert had a large rad and yellow feathered hat on and a matching jacket that poofed at the shoulders. He had tight grey leggings on underneth, and red and yellow shoes that curled at the toe with a bell. He looked ridiculous.

Their fathers, King Charles and King Peter, ordered them outside to play. According to Richard, his father was the king of Harvania, a large country, and he was trying to join forces with my father to unite the countries. Even though Diana was two, she knew that meant she was marrying the most obnoxious four year old alive, and seeinf how Robert was joined at his hip, she was marrying him too.

"We had a thrity room palace, with the finest silks and furs in every room. Our country is also huge and very wealthy. It's way better than this dump called Trinity Isles. Who would be stupid enough to name their country that!" He bragged on as he paraded around a mud puddle. Robert followed obiedently at his heels, nodding and agreeing with his every word.

Diana couldn't believe how obnoxious and arrogant four year olds could be. Two year olds were clearly better.

After a long time, it seemed like days, of Richard's whining, complaining and boasting, she gave up. "I'm going to jump in this mud puddle. Want to join me?" Diana notioned to Richard with her head, as her hands were busy holding up her skirt.

"No thank you," he replied in a snooty tone, "I would wreck my new pantaloons and dashing new boots," He stuck out his foot as if to impress us with his obviously fake lather boots.

"We should, we should!" Robert sputtered to Richard, sounding like a special child. Richard in return gave him a disgusted look, and shoved him into the mud.

"That's the spirit!" Diana cried as Robert grabbed Richard and pulled him into the mud with him. Diana and Robert cheered and cried out in laughter, while, being the miserable prick he was, Richard clawed his way out of the mud pile and attempted to brush off the mud.

"Look at what you tallywackers did! You soiled my new pantaloons! They are RUINED!" he ran into the palace once he realized mud was wet and you couldn't brush it off.

A few moments later, when Diana and Robert were having a joyous time in the mud, King Charles and King Peter stormed out with an annoyed looking Richard at King Peter's side.

"Out. Now." King Charles motioned to the door. Diana immediately obeyed, and Robert trailed behind with his head moped down like a sad dog. Richard came up beside Robert and began to lecture and slap him. Diana was appaled. She had to marry an abusive prick? Not a chance.

Diana washed up, but she never did for good. The mud routine continued everytime Richard and Robert came over until it got to the point that King Charles banned them from going outside. Their mettings became much less interesting then. It mainly consisted of Robert trying on Diana's outfits to make her giggle, and to completely revulse Richard. He found it gross, but since he was such a girl, he probably dressed like this whenever someone wasn't looking.

After their visit for Diana's tenth birthday, he father came into her room.

"Diana, do you like Richard?" He questioned, a glint of hope in his eye.

"No. I hate him. He is a prissy, good for nothing, lazy, obnoxious, annoying, bratty prick," Diana triumphantly responded.

" Too bad honey. You're going to have to marry him," Her father said as her left the room.

Diana turned to the desk she was sitting at, and stared at the blank sheet of paper. She dipped her feather pen in ink and scrawled across the top of the page

Rough Sketch: Time Machine

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Hey sorry but this is still the intro to the story. I just had to add this bit =) After another chapter, the real story will start. =)