starr and bailey.

[starr]

hi bby.

[administrator bailey.]

He didn't asked for this. Travis didn't asked to be a fucking prince, to feel more alone than what was considered healthy. Sure, he always had someone with him, but they never cared. You would think he would be happy. I mean, what more could a guy want? Travis had weekly flings with the noble girls in the market in the most exotic places, for any girl would bend backwards just to be able to kiss Travis. He had control over anyone and had endless amounts of food. On top of all that, Travis showered in gold coins and swam in dollar bills. He litterly wiped his ass with dollar bills, their worth was nothing because Travis always had more. But you know what Travis especially didn't ask for? To be standing in the dining hall, arguing over having to meet some bottle blonde Princess that was no good except for maybe a quickie in the bathroom.

"Travis Starr, you are Prince of Dorthonion! Start acting like it! It's time you find a lady to settle down with!" Travis' father screamed, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth in a straight line. Travis noted that he looked like he had a stick up his butt when he was mad, causing him to smirk. "Wipe that cocky smirk off your face before I wipe it off for you!"
Chuckling, Travis rolled his eyes in empathy. "You're rather pathetic. I wonder what all the girls and boys that look up to your sorry ass would think if they knew you threatened your son with a good beating. You sure are a great role model, I hope to grow up like you and slowly deprive my sons life right from his very eyes!"
That just made matters wore, and before Travis knew it, he felt an extreme pain on his cheek. It was a stinging pain that did not go away right away and Travis screamed out, falling to the ground. It took a while to notice that his father took above him, his eyes darkened and his hand up violently. "You bastard!" Travis screamed, standing up.
"There is no more words that need to be said, Travis. You're meeting this girl at once, and you better not treat her like your weekly sluts that come prancing around over here." And with that, his father stormed off, his fist balled up and the crown on his head gleaming.

This was ridicolous. His parents had this thought that if they set Travis up with some Princess from another kingdom, that Travis would fall incredibly in love with the girl and ask for her hand in marriage. Travis' eighteenth birthday was only a year away, and soon would take his rightful place as king. Not that Travis wanted that, he didn't want to take anyone's place. He was miserable just as a Prince, it had to be worse as a King. Seeing the way his father stressed over just the tiniest things, Travis knew he didn't want to end up like that. Angry, abusive, and bottling up all of his emotions inside, he was already close towards a walking image of his father. All he needed was the greed aspect and he was ready to take his place as King.

Getting escorted outside of the castle, he was forced to wait for the Princess to arrive in whatever she rode. He heard about her, Princess Nella. All the boys in his kingdom talked about her, she was one of the most fawned over Princess's in the land. With her long blonde hair and small body, she was a catch. Not only that, but she had some of the most incredible set of eyes. But all Travis saw was a bitch with a nice set of boobs, and he was planning on just keeping her around for a bit to play around. Travis didn't need to settle down, nor would he ever. Especially not with a blonde with an attitude.

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Nella admires herself in the mirror, looking herself up and down to assure she had no flaws. Today was important, and if she didn't look absolutely perfect everything had the potential to go wrong. Her platinum blonde hair was curled into loose ringlets, makeup done by the best in the kingdom and sky blue ballgown tailored perfectly for her. Not to mention her 6 inch heels which were covered in diamonds. She looked perfect, just like she should. Today was the day that she was meeting her future husband, Travis. Around this kingdom he was always in the gossip, girls talking about their night with him and how amazing he was. "Travis is perfect." "Any girl is lucky to have Travis." "I would do anything to see him again." The only thing she hopes is that he lives up to the hype. For all 17 years of her life she's been dating guy after guy, but none has been her true 'prince'. Thats why this year one has been chosen for her, but she isn't complaining. Every girl wants to find her true prince, and being chosen the perfect guy is much easier than having to find your own. "Nella!" The sharp voice of her mother cuts through the air, and she turns her head slightly to reveal her standing in the doorway. "We're going to be late, hurry." Nella nods and gives herself one last glance in the mirror, flipping her blonde ringlets over her shoulder and following her mother out the door and out the castle doors. "A carriage? Is that really necessary?" She asks, looking at the white and gold horse drawn carriage with a sigh. "We have to make an entrance!" Her mother replies, ushering her into the carriage and following her in.

"Now Nella, there's so much to go over. When you walk up to him you must hold out your hand and.." Her mother's voice fades off as her mind wanders off, dreaming about the one and only Travis. He has to be perfect, the kind of boy who you swoon at the sight of him. Her friends have described him to her, dark hair and tan skin, but he could look completely different than the image in her head. He could be tall and slim, or short and stubby.. "Nella? Are you even listening?" Her mother's sharp, high toned voice snaps her out of her daydream, and she nods weakly. "Then get out. We're here." She takes a deep breath and steps out of the carriage, pulling her hair forward and adjusting her dress. She stumbles a bit in her tall heels as she steps down, but she catches herself just in time to avoid tripping. She walks towards the castle, the click clack of her heels against the concrete. "Oh, there he is!" Her mother exclaims, and Nella smiles lightly as she looks Travis up and down. Well holy shit, he was attractive. His dark hair stood out against his tan skin, and he towers over her by almost a foot. Tall boys are her weakness, they always have been. "Welcome to our kingdom, Princess Nella." A deep voice says from the other side of Travis, and she smiles brightly at all of them. "Its a pleasure." She replies, moving her sky blue eyes up to meet Travis'. "I'm guessing you're Travis?"

[administrator bailey.]

Travis didn't do much as grunt, but he did keep his eyes plastered on her body. Damn, she was fine. This was going to be fun, to be able to manipulate with the naive blonde that stood before him. Travis knew what girls like. They liked the chase, to have a bad boy push them around until they were crumpling like a pastry in his cold fingers. When you have them so vulnerable, needy, that is when you pounced. You took advantage of the want deep inside of them and then you throw them away. His mind clouded with thoughts of his plan, smiling to himself as he thought. Sure, it was rather a rude thing to do, but love was bullshit. All of it was, it was not real, just a figment of someone's imagination. No way was Travis going to join all the other lovesick losers in this excuse for a kingdom.

Feeling a stab in his lower back, he coughed awkwardly and looked up to his his fathers menacing eyes pushing him forward so we was incredibly close to Nella. "Um, yeah, I'm Travis." Travis said, his deep voice loud in the quiet entrance. "You're Nella, right? Of course I'm right," Travis said with a roll of his deep brown eyes and held out his hand. His fingers were long and slender as they grasped around Nella's. Leaning down, he kissed her hand with his pink lips, lingering a second to long and looking up. A mischievous glint were found in them as he pulled his lips away and gripped her hand gently. "Nella and I will be in the garden, talking and getting to know each other,"

When they are walking and out of sight, he drops her hand with sudden urgency and watches her closely. "Just so you know, there is no way in hell that I will every slip a diamond ring on that finger of yours. They will have to force me out of a tub of bleach before I ever get married to some stuck up Princess like yourself," His tone was mean, but it was on the border line of sexy. The way his head bowed down in disgust, his eyebrows furrowing and Travis' dark brown hair sticking up in all edges as the cold breeze blew thoroughly, it could get any girl down to her knees in a moment. Or at least, he thought.

"So how about we go for a walk for a hour or two, we return laughing and smiling like I can actually stand to be near you, and then call this a day, okay?" They were in the garden, the overwhelming smell of tulips and freshly watered roses clouding his thoughts. "If you tell anybody anything I am saying, I will make sure this stupid little reputation for being the 'sweetest Princess in all of the country' is destroyed." Travis did, in fact, have the power to do so. He held a very high status and people believe anything they hear nowadays.

Travis was convinced the world was filled with evil. After his Father hit him when he was just a little boy, Travis began to realize all the evil within the world. There was rape against innocent woman, murder that destroyed families, and theft that left a family with nothing but scraps from the outside that barely held any nutrients anyways. Travis noticed how woman began to use him for sexual encounters, how his Father looked at his Mother with absolute disgust. Marriages crumpled within his eyes and relationships that were deemed to last forever ended in tears and slammed doors. He had come to a conclusion on his 15th birthday that love was an illusion and was not real. If everyone else's love was not achieved, his never stood a chance. So Travis began to use woman for their bodies, make them feel the pain that he watched, suffered through, for so many years of his young life.

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Nella furrows her brows, her blue eyes clouded with hurt as the words register in her mind. What did he mean? He was supposed to be her prince, her perfect guy.. What the hell was this? "Excuse me?" She questions, placing her hands on her small hips and glaring up at him. "I'm Princess Nella Jones, you can't treat me like another one of your sluts!" She bites down on her lip and plops down on the grass, crossing her arms over her chest tightly. She had grown up in a fairy tale, her life perfect in every single way. She was kept in the castle all of her life, safe from harm and the harsh reality of the world. Everything was served to her on a silver platter and people practically begged to be be her friends... she wasn't used to being said no to. Everything had been "yes nella" for the past 17 years and in her eyes that is just how it is going to stay, whether Travis likes it or not.

"Listen, Travis. You really don't have a choice. No matter if you like it or not, it's going to be me and you. My dress is already being made, for god's sake. So if I were you, I'd get off my fucking high horse and realize that we're going to be together for the rest of our lives." She stands up, taking a step forward so their faces are barely an inch away from each other. "Man up and deal with it, pretty boy." Nella shoots him a big smile and turns on her heel, sauntering down the garden and as far away from Travis as she can get.

(sorry love, this kind of sucked. next post will be better i promise.)

[administrator bailey.]

While Nella had never heard the words no from anyone ever, Travis never heard a protest from a woman, ever. It was actually kind of hot to see Nella all upset and then get sassy, so close to him that all he had to do was lean down a mere inch and he would have this girl's rather large pink lips against his. Wolf whistling, he ran after her, his nice black shoes getting slightly scuffed in the dirt. "Damn, Nella, if you're this fiesty out of bed, how feisty are you in one? Maybe we should find out. This marriage thing could work if you show me the perks of being your husband," Travis said, murmuring lowly in her ear, his voice raspy and dark.

It was a scary thought to think that their wedding was already being planned. When Nella said her dress was being made, Travis couldn't ignore the sudden stop of his heart. If Nella's dress was being made, then obviously there was much more his father wasn't telling him. But how much? Was he supposed to have kids with this girl? No way in hell was he getting someone pregnant, having kids for that matter! To think of commitment made him shudder with pure disgust, but he masked it with a cocky side smirk as he pressed against Nella from behind. Travis' hand found her hip and his hot breath hit against her face, "So how about it, blondie? You and me go up in the bedroom and have a bit of fun for the next two hours?"

Travis decided then and there that he would destroy this Princess in front of him. He would make her fall hopelessly in love with him, and when she least expected it, he would crush her heart on impact. Because nobody ever said no to Travis Starr.

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Nella smirks, turning herself around so their facing once again. "As fun as that sounds, I think I'll take a rain check. How about we get to know each other, hm? We do have 2 hours to waste after all, Travie." She smiles at her nickname and grabs his wrist, walking through the garden until they reach a single wooden bench. She sits down on the bench and pats the spot next to her, silently inviting him to sit down. "So Travis, tell me about yourself. Do you have any hobbies.. Do you play any sports.." Her voice trails off, and she smiles at him lightly.

As she waits for his response, her thoughts wander off to what kind of husband Travis would actually be. He's the douche-y type, looking for sex appeal in a girl and nothing else. She was sexy, or at least she thought, so maybe she could play a little game with him. She's never done it before, so it'll be a little different than how she usually acts with guys, but it's worth a shot right? Obviously he isn't used to girls telling him no, and that's just what she's planning to do. She'll try her best to act like his usual sluts, taking every chance to look desirable in his eyes. And once she has him at her grasp, she'll knock him down and make him realize that he can't mess with Nella. Nobody can.

[administrator bailey.]

"Travie? What the hell kind of nickname is that, at least make my name sound less like a toddler." Travis groaned as he sat on the bench, avoiding the gaze of Nella. He let his eyes watch her hips move when she sat down and the tight dress that fit her shape perfectly. His teeth grazed his lip and he bit his lip softly, cocking an eyebrow as he finally met Nella's piercing blue eyes. "If you call me Travie I will come up with a much more embarrassing nick name. Like, like Nelly or some shit like that." Travis crinkled his nose at the given nickname, smirking, "Yeah, Nelly. I would hate to be called that, anyways."

His low chuckle echoed through the garden as Nella tried to get to know him, and he shook his head. "Just because we have an arranged marriage does not mean I am actually going to try and get to know you. We can be like my father and mother. Act like we love each other in public, holding hands and kissing, and then when we close those doors, we go back to our normal lives. You stay locked up in your little virgin tower and I'll continue my daily runs with my beautiful girls that come every Thursdays, Saturdays, and sometimes Mondays." Travis down charmingly, a whole foot taller than her.

"By the way, you should wear less clothing. I prefer my woman in maid outfits, just for a bit of role play to spice up our lives just a bit more than it already is."

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"Nelly. I like it." She muses, just to piss Travis off the slightest little bit. It's like the more time she spends with him the more she despises him. But hey, maybe he's not that bad. He is her future husband, after all, so she'll have to get used to him. It's actually pretty funny to think about that. Sitting right in front of her is the guy she is going to spend the rest of her life with, and he's certainly nothing like she expected. All the girls back at home talked about him being their dream guy, perfect inside and out. How is it that he is just the opposite? Well, of course he is perfect on the outside, but his personality is far from it. And in that moment, Nella realizes that she does, actually, hate him. In fact, she hates him more than anybody. But she has no choice. No matter how much she hates him, or how much she'll argue being married to him, she can't change one single thing.

She doesn't expect Travis' next words to sting so much, but for some reason they do. But of course she wouldn't let him know this, he'd probably find it hilarious and insult her again. So Nella kicks her legs back and forth, her feet hardly touching the ground, and pretends to check out her nails to avoid saying anything else. But in the end, she has to reply. "Fine by me. But I'd appreciate if you keep your sluts out of my virgin tower, please."

She lets out a giggle at his last comment, cracking a small smile. "You'll have to force me into of a tub of bleach before I ever dress in a maid outfit, Travie." Nella says, quoting one of the first lines he'd ever said to her. Suddenly a sharp voice rings out across the garden, and Nella jumps up quickly to respond. "Princess Nella? Prince Travis? Are you in here?" A figure emerges from the hedges and spots them, scuttling over and bowing in front of her. "You're both wanted in the castle." Nella nods and looks back at Travis, silently urging to follow her, but knowing him he'll probably do just the opposite and stay here. It'd be more pleasant if he did anyway. The woman leads them through the twists and turns of the garden, and just as they are emerging from the exit she grabs Travis' hand and pulls him to her side. "Remember our deal, act like a couple outside the castle and stay far away when we're alone." She murmurs, plastering on a huge smile and walking into the castle. The click-clack of her high heels alerts the King and her Mother, their heads whipping around and eyes lowering to their interlocked hands. "I suppose you had a good time?"

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