a basket of pears, a princess, a picnic.
Marinette was dreaming. Again. She was dreaming about a boy. Again. The boy was none other than Adrien Agreste. Like always.
It was the same old repetitive dream. He would steal a glance at her lips, lean in close till there was barely any distance between them and then... yell at her to wake up.
Marinette's eyes fluttered open and she protested at the bright light that flooded in through her windows. She eventually got up and sat herself against her headboard. She slowly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked around for the thing that cause her to end her sweet, sweet dream.
"Good morning, Marinette!" Tikki's friendly voice chirped.
Marinette smiled sleepily. "Good morning yourself, Tikki."
Tikki was not only her kwami and friend but apparently also her alarm clock.
"What's the time?" Marinette yawned and checked her phone.
6am.
6 fucking am.
"I can sleep for another whole hour Tikki!" Marinette groaned and tried to get under her covers again but Tikki yanked them right off.
"Come on Marinette! I just thought it would be good to be early for once. You can even have breakfast at the kitchen table today, instead of running around with it in your hands!" Tikki complained and crossed her tiny arms.
Marinette rolled her eyes and didn't have the heart to argue with Tikki. So she rolled out of bed and decided to get ready for the day.
She stumbled on her way to the bathroom while Tikki, being the perpetually bright and happy Tikki, put on music.
Marinette brushed her teeth to the tune of Dionysus by BTS while tapping her feet against her bathroom's cool white tiles and banging her head violently. As violent as a sleep deprived superhero who had to drag herself to school early could get. The bathroom was just big enough for Marinette to perform her favourite songs and have her voice bounce off the walls as she belted out the lyrics.
"Should I go with the pink or the black?" Marinette frowned as she held two hangers and turned towards Tikki.
"The black one looks way better than the pink. And I think you've worn your fair share of pink this year."
Marinette nodded her head thoughtfully. "True. Very true."
The hanger with the pink dress was shoved back into the closet hastily by Tikki as Marinette put the darker one on.
Marinette admired her dress as she looked in her full-length mirror. She wore a casual black t-shirt dress which would've reached her mid thigh if she was taller but now reached just above the knees. Perfect for the dress code. It looked like an oversized jersey with the numbers "17" printed in bold white font. The cream corset belt with frayed edges did wonders for her waist and the pockets on the dress was a welcome added bonus. Who doesn't love pockets on dresses?
Tikki gushed over Marinette who smiled bashfully and waved away all her compliments shyly. Marinette raised her hands to tie her hair up in her signature pigtails when Tikki interrupted.
"Why not leave it down?"
"Suddenly?"
"I'm trying to be more spontaneous lately."
"I'm down with that."
She discarded her rubber bands and weaved her hand through her open midnight blue hair.
"Let's go scarf down some breakfast, Tikki!"
Marinette left her room with Tikki trailing after her excitedly at the promise of food.
"Good morning, Mom!" Marinette announced her presence as she walked into the kitchen and kissed her mother on the cheek.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Her father's gruff voice said from the other side of the room as he pulled out a tray of fresh, hot croissants.
"Good morning, dear! Am I dreaming or are you actually up early?" Sabine, Marinette's mother, asked as she plated up a fresh batch of pancakes.
"Changed my alarm sound to squeaky. Worked like a charm!" Marinette's grin widened when she felt Tikki kick her thigh from her purse.
"I'll have to try that I suppose.. Have a seat, I'll serve you some hot pancakes." Sabine smiled and ruffled Marinette's hair who chuckled and did as told.
Marinette's parents owned the most famous bakery in Paris. Tom Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. People from all over France came to this bakery hoping to try one of their tasty baked goods. Macaroons, cakes, breads, you name it, they had it. The bakery, to the left had a collection of glass display cabinets, showcasing many of Tom Dupain's treats. On top of the cabinets were small displays of baked bread, ready to sell. The floors were ornately styled, with repeating designs of lilies and swirls. Marinette's own house was a just a floor above the bakery.
Marinette spotted a basket of fresh, green pears on the table and picked one out.
"Who brought these?" Marinette took a bite out of the juicy fruit, "Delicious, by the way."
Sabine turned her head, "Oh! Your grandmother sent those. They're Genovian pears. Check out the note she sent with them."
Marinette perked up at that. She hadn't seen her grandma in so long. She knew she would meet her later this year, considering she was going to be crowned queen on her upcoming 18th birthday but she couldn't wait nonetheless. Genovia was still home.
Oh didn't she mention? Marinette was the princess of Genovia, royalty through and through.
Marinette dug the note out of the basket and read it out read through it, still munching on the pear.
Dear Marinette,
I would like to congratulate you on your recent win at one of Gabriel Agreste's fashion competitions. I am deeply honoured to have you as my granddaughter who- oh for heaven's sake. Screw this formal bullshit. Hey sweetheart! I would've just texted you but I really wanted to try this note thing out. Not worth it. It's so bloody slow. Anyways, I'm so proud of you for winning that competition Mari! You were always my little fashionista. I've already started making arrangements here at the palace for you. Those four brats are already buzzing with excitement for your arrival. It's been almost a year since we last saw you here at Genovia.. Ah at least we get to see you soon. My hand is cramping up writing this so I'll take my leave. I'm polishing the crown for you. See you soon dear!
Your grandma,
Queen Odette.
Marinette put the note down and smiled to herself.
One would expect a queen to be stern and uptight but Marinette's grandmother was the coolest woman she'd ever known. Her number one inspiration, who even took pole dancing classes to celebrate her 50th birthday. A wild-freespirited lady who did things her way. She was a great queen too, wise and caring. Invested in public affairs when needed. She was everything Marinette strived to be as a future queen and as a person
And the four brats, of course. Her cousin, James, would be brat #1. Her best friend Lucy would be brat #2 and Lucy's cousin (also Marinette's bestfriend), Lucas, would be brat #3. Marinette's royal pain in the ass and good friend, Zayn, claims the title brat #4. Marinette had kept in touch with them through social media but she still longed to hug them and tell them all her stories and listen to theirs in return.
"Lo and behold, Sabine's amazing pancakes." Marinette's mother chuckled and placed a plate in front of her.
"Thanks, mom!" Marinette giggled and scarfed down her stack of cakes, washed it down with some cold water, before wearing her shoes.
She was about to head out when her father called out to her.
"Forgetting something?" He asked as he dangled her schoolbag in his hand while smiling fondly at her.
"Thanks, Papa." She reached for the bag when he yanked it higher.
"Oh Tom, let her be." Sabine rolled her eyes as her husband toyed with Marinette as she tried to jump and retrieve her bag from her father's hands.
"You're no fun.." He pouted as he finally let Marinette have her bag and kissed the top of her head while bidding her goodbye.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! See you after school!" Marinette waved and walked towards hell. Also known as school.
Tikki left her clutch and floated up beside Marinette as they leisurely walked across the street.
"See, isn't it nice to walk to school for once? Unlike running to school like your life depends on it?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're right. Again. You're always right, Tikki. My wisest advisor!" Marinette giggled when Tikki bowed after she was praised.
They were at school in no time. Marinette groaned at the sight but still walked through the gates and greeted back everyone who wished me a good morning. She didn't notice the looks she got from the boys and even some of the girls. Her hair had attracted quite the attention but Marinette being the oblivious girl she was, walked right into class without observing her surroundings.
The front of the classroom included a chalkboard and desk with a chair and a computer for the teacher. The floor went up in levels across from the front of the classroom. Four wooden desks with attached benches, with enough room for two students each, were on each side of the levelled floor, with walkways running between them and on their sides, and brown flooring placed underneath them. There was a light red carpet under the desks. The back of the room was largely covered by wooden bookshelves well-stocked with a variety of books.
She headed up to her desk and took a seat next to Alya, her bestfriend and platonic soulmate. Alya grinned at her widely.
"You look so good, what the fuck."
"Thanks, Alya. You look amaz-" Marinette finally noticed the stares.
She blinked at her classmates blankly.
They blinked back, still staring.
Alya had had enough. "Come on people! Stop gawking at her like the world is a desert and she's the last drink of water. Control your thirst, damn."
All jaws were promptly closed shut and gazes we're finally turned away from Marinette.
Alya pat her shoulder, "You're welcome."
Marinette was still in a confused daze, "What was that all about?"
Alya twirled a curl of her ombré auburn hair in
response.
Oh, Marinette thought, the hair. Is it really that big of a difference?
And that was the moment when a God walked in through the doors. The love of her life. The most beautiful being on earth.
Light was caught in his fluffy golden hair, his emerald green eyes shone as bright as ever. People swooned. Even inanimate objects seemed to sigh longingly as he made his entrance.
Adrien Agreste had arrived.
He wore a simple outfit: a black hoodie with jeans but yet he somehow carried himself like a prince. Just as he was walking towards his seat, his eyes caught Marinette and he paused. He blinked and then proceeded to check Marinette out really quickly, unnoticed by all his classmates but Alya, before he broke out of his trance, shaking his head briefly and then smiled at her.
"You look really pretty today, Marinette."
Marinette opened her mouth and closed it several times. She couldn't believe this. No amount of compliments could have prepared her for one from him.
How on earth was she supposed to reply to that??
Alya, luckily, came to the rescue.
"What, so she doesn't look really pretty everyday?"
Marinette kicked Alya from underneath the desk urgently. Cut it out.
"N-no, that's not what I meant at all! She always looks gorgeous! I mean, all the girls in class look gorgeous! She's not special or anything- I mean she is one of my friends-"
"I'm just pulling your leg, sunshine. Don't sweat it." Alya winked at him.
"Thanks for the compliment, Adrien." Marinette blushed harder than she had in a while.
He sighed in relief and smiled awkwardly at Marinette while taking his seat next to Nino.
Still just a friend, Marinette rested her cheek in her palm, why do I torture myself like this?
That was the moment when their teacher, Ms. Bustier, entered the class and greeted them good morning.
Me. Bustier was usually a calm and collected woman. Open minded, thoughtful and resourceful. Today, however, she looked like she could barely contain her excitement.
Alya leaned in closer to Marinette and whispered, "Yo is she on vibration mode?"
Marinette elbowed her and signalled her to keep quiet, though she couldn't help but chuckling.
"Alright students, I'll get straight to it! Your principal has organised an annual school trip for your class!" Ms. Bustier exclaimed with a bright smile.
Cheers and whispers broke out everywhere.
Marinette smiler widely and looked at Alya. "No way! It's been so long since we've had a trip like this."
Chloe's voice cut through all the excitement, "And where exactly will you be taking us on this trip?"
Ms. Bustier clapped her hands together, "The one and only, the kingdom of Genovia!"
All colour drained from Marinette's face.
A.N.; Hey guys, I'm back¡ The rip-off book on wattpad got taken down thankfully!! Things would be ugly if it hadn't been. So this is the improved (in my opinion) version and a fresh start to Royal with a price. I wrote it in third person but I might switch point of views later on. Let me know what you prefer: first person or third person pov's. I also want to thank my bestfriend, Arch. She messaged literally everyone who commented on that wattpad duplicate and told them about what had happened. I couldn't ask for a better soulmate :) my #1 bith for life. Anyways, please leave a review letting me know what you think! I hope you guys like this better!
Note: did you guys fucking see Park Jimin during the rosebowl concert. I'm about knock him up with MY children. -J