A/N: This is completely mine; there - to my knowledge - has never been anything even remotely like this! So do not steal!

And it may not seem like it, but this is horror. Let me know if I somehow managed to make a grammar or spelling mistake. And thank you to Solemn Coyote for the great help and advice.

The Kat A Nine Tales - Minx Lionheart

Chapter 1

Leona Minxes Lionheart

In a time before TV’s and microwaves, far from the comfortableness of the living room couch, in a hi-tech world that is now lost in time... there was a princess.

She was no ordinary princess; she was destined for great things, though if you told her this, she’d not believe you. She was the type of princess that dreamed of adventure. There was only one problem...

She was the last heir to the throne.

She was Leona Minxes Lionheart, the last Princess of Glades, which was the only thing she liked about herself, a name worthy of a cat, which was her favourite animal.

She was in the smaller of the two ballrooms, dancing, when what usually happened when she danced, she trod on his toes...

‘Miss Lionheart, your highness, please stop daydreaming.’ She was always daydreaming, thinking of adventure, and escape from her wretched chains, as she thought of it.

‘Yes Oris,’ she replied annoyed. Oris Kline was her dancing instructor, she always found him really annoying, and was sure he was gay. Well, he definitely sounded gay.

‘What would your father think?’ She couldn’t give a rat’s arse as to what her father might think. Really, who cares if he was the King?

‘What would happen if you were dancing with a handsome gentleman?’ Oris asked, his grey eyes piercing her green, she shrugged, her jet black hair bouncing from the movement, ‘you’d tread on his toes, that’s what!’

‘That’s it!’ she thought. Oris always did this, but she’d had enough. Besides the type of gentleman she wanted – if she ever wanted one – wouldn’t be easily offended or get angry over a little thing like toe-treading, and wouldn’t be so wimpy as to whine about it, (like Oris obviously did)!

‘I’m going, bye Oris!’ she told him furious. As she left she saw the look on Oris’ face, and she knew what he was thinking, ‘No point, it’s useless.’

She left the smaller ballroom, which was called “The Happy Fairy.” Why she didn’t know, maybe she might find out someday? Though she and her friend were quite inclined to pick on Oris, by calling him “The Happy Fairy.”

She was on her way out to see the Training Master, Mr Wright, for her secret lessons that even her father didn’t know about, when Ambrosia, wearing her usual green maid’s dress, found her. Ambrosia was the Royal Maid – more like Royal Pain in her opinion - Leona was always trying to hide from her, and now was no different.

‘Miss Lionheart, your highness, come with me to the tailors, so we can get you a dress for the ball, and I know just how much you love dancing.’ Ambrosia, who had short brown hair that curved around behind her ears, was taller then Leona by about a foot, well, Ambrosia was in her late thirties, while Leona’s 17th birthday was over several months away.

‘Ball?’ Leona thought, ‘Oh no! I’m going to be bored to death! Not to forget the embarrassment! Ambrosia had somehow gotten it into her head that she liked dancing. If she could dance, she’d probably enjoy it. Of course Leona was graceful at everything she did.

Everything, but dancing.

‘Can’t you see I’m busy?’ She knew it was no good, Ambrosia wouldn’t listen, but it was always worth a try. She followed Ambrosia to the tailors, as she looked on the bright side for once. She would be able to see her friend.

The Royal Tailors were the Fimble Family. Kylie Fimble, looking up from her work, smiled at her, and she smiled back. As usual her dark blue hair, which was its natural colour, was in a ponytail. She wore her usual jeans, tank top and jacket, which were all blue, though they were mainly dark, sometimes Kylie would wear lighter blue. Well, funnily enough, it was her favourite colour.

After arriving at the tailors, Ambrosia wandered around the many rails, looked at the young lady’s section, for ballroom dresses, with her light brown eyes, while Kylie led Leona away into the Fitting Room.

‘I know how much you hate balls, but it’ll be over soon.’ Said Kylie after a while, giving her a reassuring look with her light blue eyes. She was using the computer system. It scanned your body, so that they could get her body shape and size. Leona preferred this method, since she’d didn’t want to stand around for hours trying on dresses, and being fit into them only to discover, she didn’t like them. It was good that they lived in a high tech world.

Sometimes.

‘Gee, I’d hate to be you,’ came Kylie’s voice, drawing her back to reality.

‘Yeah, I just hate being me,’ Leona said sarcastically, and didn’t realise what she’d said, until she heard Kylie trying not to giggle, and soon, Leona’s soft laughter joined her. It was good to have a friend like Kylie, even if they laughed at her expense, she didn’t mind, not with Kylie. They tended to make fun at Leona, but strangely it always made her feel better.

The heavy dark purple curtains of the Fitting Room parted to admit Ambrosia, followed by Mrs Fimble, her amber hair tied in a bun as usual. Mrs Fimble was wearing a different dress to the last time Leona had seen her. Last time it had been a dark green, like you see on the leaves of trees, while this time, it was Royal Blue. She was watching Leona with her hazel eyes.

Ambrosia was holding a blue dress that sparkled like the night sky. The dress exposed her shoulders and had little gemstones that glistened in the light, causing tiny rainbows to reflect off them. It looked like one of those old style dresses, but to Leona it resembled more of a prom dress, but was far more elegant.

Seeing the look on Leona’s face - sheer joy - Ambrosia turned to Mrs Fimble, smiling she said, ‘this is the one, Stephanie. Have it fitted to her size, please.’ Ambrosia never forgot her manners; she was always sweet and kind, no matter how annoying she was.

Happy to escape, to an extent, though not to the extent she would have preferred, Leona left the tailors. She couldn’t wait to show off her new dress, but then a thought ruined her happiness. She wasn’t going to be able to show it off in all its glory, because she couldn’t dance!

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He slammed his fist down on the table, causing everyone in the room to jump. Oh, how he loved to torture and scare, even if they were his own people. He didn’t care, he was ruthless, he wanted the world, and as far as he was concerned, he was going to get it. Even if he had to kill everyone who stood in his way, which he would do without hesitation, and would enjoy every minute of it!

‘Sir,’ came the nervous voice of his messenger. He considered this young man a fool, but unbeknown to him – and everyone else - this man was smarter then he looked or acted, which was what had kept him alive.

‘What is it, Gregory?’ he spat, saying the man’s name as if he was some horrible infectious disease. Gregory was a young lad, who was often fidgety and his extremely bright blue eyes, that looked like they were almost white, flicked around the room.

‘I have some news for you, sir,’ Gregory replied. He was still nervous and was fidgeting with his short brown-blond hair that never stayed flat, and stuck out at odd angles. The ruthless man watched him with narrow eyes.

‘Oh, please do tell.’ He said evilly, giving a grin that was just as evil as he had just spoken. His words were usually sinister in tone, and he was even known for it in his choice of words. He was a schemer and his sworn promise, or any deal he made was not to be trusted, because he’d either lie, or trick you.

A/N: So what do you think? Please remember that this is my first non-fan fiction story!

But I'll try my hardest! Also I'm not the world's best writer, so questions, suggestions or advice is welcome and greatly appreciated.

Next chapter shouldn't be too long away, (I'm partly done).