Post by Admin Celestia on Jun 20, 2012 15:59:19 GMT -5
Odette knew she was a princess.
Of course she was a princess.
She was the daughter of the two most perfect women on this world and probably several others.
She lived in a palace (Well. Several palaces, becase her mothers had a number of very very big very very lovely homes) and had lots of servants who all loved her (at the salary they were paid, they even loved Odile.)
She had a whole pack of extra extra extra big dogs who all adored her and covered her in slobbery doggie kisses at every oppertunity.
And she had a wardrobe so big that she needed more then ten closets to keep it all in.
She took lots of ballet classes and had learned how to sew and knew lots of languages and all sorts of other things.
She knew she wasn't as smart as either of her mommies (who were absolutely brilliant), but she was very very pretty and a very good dancer and in general wonderful, so that made it sort of okay.
She had the most perfect godfather in the whole wide universe (Sigmund Browning, who she called 'Daddy') and the most perfect godparent in the whole wide universe (Gaspard Glass who she called 'Birdy') and they both loved her as much as her mothers did, if not more.
And, of course, she had her sister Odile, who wasn't so much a princess as an evil empress in the making. But she did love Odile, even though Odile sort of scared her, and Odile loved her right back, even if it was in a sort of scary way.
And as a princess, Odette was used to getting her own way.
Her family had lots of money and lots of power and lots of everything important in the world and so there wasn't much that she couldn't have.
At least that was her opinion of the matter, and wasn't that the one that was important?
But apparently this man hadn't been informed of the way things worked.
He was clearly new, because everyone else knew that Odette could afford anything she wanted and that her expense card had more then enough to cover it and that her mothers had given her very good fashion sense and very good business sense (well, they'd done their best), and very good everything else too.
And right now what she wanted was the pretty necklace and bracelet and ring and earring and tiara set made of white and yellow gold and pink and clear diamonds, shaped like roses and vines and all sorts of prettiness. They were dainty and tiny and just her size and they'd been made as what her mothers called a 'show piece' which were made to show off how amazing the jewelry maker was and they were generally very high quality and were just the thing to wear to the gala her mothers were taking her to.
She also wanted the silly man to shut up and take her money.
He was not shutting up.
He kept telling her that she couldn't afford it and it wasn't for sale and that she needed to 'go away little girl'.
So she did what any princess would do.
She called her mothers and informed them of what was going on.
And her mommies weren't princesses. They were queens or empresses and nothing stood in their way.
Especially not stupid men in charge of stupid jewelry shops.
They'd teach him not to meddle in the affairs of princesses.
Of course she was a princess.
She was the daughter of the two most perfect women on this world and probably several others.
She lived in a palace (Well. Several palaces, becase her mothers had a number of very very big very very lovely homes) and had lots of servants who all loved her (at the salary they were paid, they even loved Odile.)
She had a whole pack of extra extra extra big dogs who all adored her and covered her in slobbery doggie kisses at every oppertunity.
And she had a wardrobe so big that she needed more then ten closets to keep it all in.
She took lots of ballet classes and had learned how to sew and knew lots of languages and all sorts of other things.
She knew she wasn't as smart as either of her mommies (who were absolutely brilliant), but she was very very pretty and a very good dancer and in general wonderful, so that made it sort of okay.
She had the most perfect godfather in the whole wide universe (Sigmund Browning, who she called 'Daddy') and the most perfect godparent in the whole wide universe (Gaspard Glass who she called 'Birdy') and they both loved her as much as her mothers did, if not more.
And, of course, she had her sister Odile, who wasn't so much a princess as an evil empress in the making. But she did love Odile, even though Odile sort of scared her, and Odile loved her right back, even if it was in a sort of scary way.
And as a princess, Odette was used to getting her own way.
Her family had lots of money and lots of power and lots of everything important in the world and so there wasn't much that she couldn't have.
At least that was her opinion of the matter, and wasn't that the one that was important?
But apparently this man hadn't been informed of the way things worked.
He was clearly new, because everyone else knew that Odette could afford anything she wanted and that her expense card had more then enough to cover it and that her mothers had given her very good fashion sense and very good business sense (well, they'd done their best), and very good everything else too.
And right now what she wanted was the pretty necklace and bracelet and ring and earring and tiara set made of white and yellow gold and pink and clear diamonds, shaped like roses and vines and all sorts of prettiness. They were dainty and tiny and just her size and they'd been made as what her mothers called a 'show piece' which were made to show off how amazing the jewelry maker was and they were generally very high quality and were just the thing to wear to the gala her mothers were taking her to.
She also wanted the silly man to shut up and take her money.
He was not shutting up.
He kept telling her that she couldn't afford it and it wasn't for sale and that she needed to 'go away little girl'.
So she did what any princess would do.
She called her mothers and informed them of what was going on.
And her mommies weren't princesses. They were queens or empresses and nothing stood in their way.
Especially not stupid men in charge of stupid jewelry shops.
They'd teach him not to meddle in the affairs of princesses.