AN: Thank you all for your patience. As you can see this is a new story, but have no fear. I will continue to write my other stories. I just came up against a little writer's block for them, yet it has been fixed. I try my best. Read and Review.

The Prince's Wedding

Chapter One: Wedding Pains

Chaos.

That’s what it was. Standard chaos that any royal family would have their servants perform. Especially if one of the royals happened to be getting married just next month. Ah yes, the Prince himself was to be married to the lovely Princess from the neighboring country.

There was so much to do, so much being done. Boarding for the guests needed to be arranged, rooms cleaned and supplied, enough food needed to be gathered and prepared. The staff needed to be instructed, the carpets in the ballroom laid out, decorations hung, candles lit, music arranged tastefully. The list went on and on for the palace only. Lists for the wedding piled on the lists of tasks needing to be done on a normal day. Everyone was busy, scrambling to get everything done. If you needed help, well, you were out of luck.

The gardeners, florists, stable hands, maids, butlers, messengers, guards, chefs, kitchen boys, councilmen, ladies-in-waiting, actors, actresses, jokers, jugglers, knights, inventors, toy-makers, butchers, bakers, candle-stick makers, tailors, seamstresses, farmers, wood-cutters, architects, painters, engineers, scribes, even the royals themselves were not detainable.

And this is where we find our little seamstress and part time lady-in-waiting for a soon-to-be-wed Princess in trouble. She had gone and gotten herself lost in the palace and it wasn’t her fault either. The palace was arresting, outstanding. It could take your breath away and, because our little seamstress was new here, it did just that. Grand murals of life, love, death, war, celebration, and jubilation filled the walls so it overflowed onto the ceilings.

Awe-struck, she stared, open mouthed and titling her head back in a very unladylike appearance while the other servers, too occupied with tasks of their own, left her. No one stopped her or bothered to help. At least, not until her father had come back snapping her out of her daze with a sharp slap to the hand and a few scolding words.

Flushed with embarrassment, she followed her father holding her head low until they made their way to a chamber that had been graciously given to them by the King. The visiting family had come with the Princess’s many servants. They were ordered by the Princess personally to make her and her bridesmaids dresses. This was a very respectable job and, if they did it right, it would pay them all very well. The small family would finally be able to place title an honor on their family’s name back in their own country.

Work on the Princess dress and her bridesmaids began immediately for the women of the family while the father, who would run messages the next day, rested up. The cloth for the bride’s dress, having been picked out at the Princess’s home, was cut loosely and sewn in the dress shape for sizing later the next day.

The next day, the Princess not only arrived late for her fitting, but fussed about the design; one which she had picked out while still back in her country. Now, for some absurd reason the design was completely off by her standards and the seamstress had to make minor adjustments. Minor, my ass-sets.

The little seamstress wasn’t allowed to even touch the Princess’s dress though she watched her mother work. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, the seamstress liked the wedding dress. She envied the princess’s marriage. Not because she was marrying a prince, but just the effort and detail all the people put into it. If the seamstress was lucky, she’d get an old hand-me-down wedding dress with a few bouquets from a friend of the family. Otherwise, she’d be stuck with her best dress -which wasn’t even white- and, well, that’s be pretty much it. Oh, yes, her parents would try to make lovely to the best of their ability, but the reality was that her family had little money for that sort of thing.

Sighing, the girl tore her eyes off the princess and her mother, who working yet again on the adjustments to the dress, and went back to her work on one of the simpler dresses. Only two and a half weeks before the wedding left. The evening passed shortly with a small meal before her parents retired to their room and her sister turned into another. Our seamstress stayed up a bit late saying she had just another stitch or two to go, which, in truth, she didn’t, but her family did not catch onto this.

After a short while sitting at the desk and running the sewing machine with her little light on, the seamstress decided her relatives were soundly asleep and slipped towards her mother’s work station. On the top of the desk with needle and thread sitting out by it was the Princess’s alluring white wedding gown. Giving into temptation, the girl reached out and touched the soft material.

The gown flowed through her hands like water, light as a feather. The pure white silk reflected it’s brilliance at her as she smoothed the soft material. The craftsmanship put into it was awe-some. Her mother stitched in small white roses that stood out from the rest. Lifting the whole dress off the table, she held across her body in front of the mirror to see what it would look like.

A thought came to her then as she stared at herself in the mirror and silently the girl set down the wedding gown. Pulling her own dress up and over her head, the seamstress eyed the gown curiously before slipping into it. And immediately fell in love with it.

There were no words to describe it. It was just so…She pretended she was the bride and spun around once so the bottom flared up a bit. The dress fit almost perfectly like it was made for her. But, it wasn’t as she came to learn when she tripped over the fabric.

A tremendous ripping was heard as the hemming on the bottom of the dress tore straight up. Her hands flew to her mouth covering a small squeak that had been about to wake her family if the ripping had not. Her eyes flickered over to the curtain that separated her from her parent’s room and she released a sigh when no one stirred. Rushing to pull off the dress while trying not to damage it more, the seamstress slipped into more suitable clothes before sneaking out of their room and sprinting down the royal halls toward anything…or anyone, as it would turn out, that could help her.

AN: I know it's short. I'm so busy with the stories, track team, and school (4.0 baby!) that it's hard to do long things and update at the same time. If you read and review, I will update. Arigato, minna! : )