State of Staalmark, Allamunnic States
The rain had stopped. There were puddles all over the long driveway that snaked up the small mountain where the traditional seat of the Sproeks was located, but at least there was a promise of their disappearance as the day went on. In some regards, the weather was mirroring the mood of Gretchen Sproek, the second child of King Rodrik IV and Queen Jana of Staalmark. Clouds were breaking, and there was some hope that maybe she was not doomed to forever be on a sour note with her sister-in-law-to-be.
She glanced over at her brother’s fiancee, who had joined her in the long gallery on the palace’s eastern wing, facing the still-ascending sun. There was already plenty of bustle around the palace in preparation for the nuptial festivities, despite the fact that the wedding itself was a few days distant yet. A few of the guests had started to arrive and more were due in later that day, with the rehearsal dinner set for that evening.
Gretchen shuffled slightly, pulling her sweatpants up slightly to counter the way the loose sleep garments had begun sliding down. She had never been exactly plump, but Gretchen had been working out in preparation for Vitus’ wedding. After all, one never knew who they might meet at such an event. It always paid to look one’s best. After a long pause, watching the sun dry out the puddles, she cleared her throat and spoke.
“Alright, I’m game. So, Arietta, what was this plan you wanted to tell me about?”
Arietta was similarly dressed, though slightly different in an old pair of blue gym shorts and a t-shirt featuring some obscure psychedelic rock band, and her long red hair bedraggled by a day spent in indoor relaxation. “Alright, so here’s the deal,” she began to say ever so casually without making eye contact, rather picking under her fingernails. “Your brother and I negotiated, and we’ve come to an arrangement. I wanted my brother Charles in the wedding, and Vitus agreed to make him a groomsman in exchange for me making you a bridesmaid. I accepted this proposal...it wasn’t an easy one to make, because there’s a long line of girls I’d have wanted to be bridesmaids but instead it’ll have to be you. You cool with that?”
Ah, that’s Vitus, always sticking up for the family, Gretchen thought with inward amusement. She nodded, then, realizing Arietta was not looking, vocalized her agreement.
“That sounds great to me. And… thank you for doing that. I know perfectly well I’m far from your favorite.” That was an understatement. She was not sure that Arietta knew that she knew about the… delightful little ditty one of the Ghantish princess’s friends had made up about her. Truthfully, it had stung a little bit, but Gretchen was perfectly used to rubbing people the wrong way on occasion. Ari was hardly the first, but Gretchen had wanted them to hit it off, for her brother’s sake, if nothing else.
Then another thought occurred, and she gave a small chuckle. “So I’m going to hazard a guess that there’s another catch. Fire away.”
“Yeah, there is. First of all,” Arietta began to explain with mild amusement, “you will have to be in our little rehearsal dinner play, performing the role of Judas. In addition,” she tapped her chin this time, “We will require your assistance with the Bachelorette party. Also, no crab-ass-ness. I promise to be cool if you’re cool, but I won’t be happy if you fuck this up for me. Sound good?”
“Sounds fair to me. Judas, you say?” She mused for a moment, before glancing over again. “You’re not trying to get me to hang myself, right?” she asked, amusement of her own clear in her tone. “Anyways, consider it a done deal. I’ll try not to be too much of a wet blanket. Now, what do you want my help with, as far as the bachelorette party goes?”
...That was easy, Arietta thought with some skepticism. Far too easy. “Nah, I need you alive,” she sniggered. “You know this city better than I do. You know the venues, you know what’s good and all...you’ll have to be the pointman for the Bachelorette party, especially considering how naive some of the other bridesmaids are…”
Speak of the devil. Arietta’s sister Alexia walked somberly into view, entering the hall from the direction that they were heading. Like her sister she was fair, though that seemed the extent of the similarities. Alexia was taller, with long raven hair and deep blue eyes, and already formally dressed in a dark blue satin gown. When she saw ArIetta and Gretchen, she curtsied politely. “Gretchen...sister,” she said faintly, as though she were in a library.
Gretchen gave Alexia a deep nod of acknowledgement, low enough that it was almost a small bow. “Good morning, Alexia.” Gretchen shot a look at Arietta that silently asked how much her younger sister knew about the plot. “How are you doing this morning?” Ain’t she a little early on the sprucing? she thought, seeing Alexia’s attire. In truth, Gretchen actually liked the younger sister a little bit better than her future sister-in-law, even if she was often unsure what to make of her. Alexia’s arrival also made her wonder about what her own sisters were up to.
Or others, for that matter. The palace, on the outskirts of Rikardsburg, had gotten almost crowded, despite its size, over the last day or two, with guests, specifically those from the wedding parties. She knew several of her brother’s groomsmen had arrived even earlier, as they had embarked on a few nights of partying before that. Nothing on par with a bachelor party, but… they were similar in the same manner as a creek to a river. She was somewhat surprised they had not been ambushed by any of them, either.
“I am well, thank you,” Alexia said with a faint smile.
Arietta cocked her head and asked, “Look at you, dressed so nicely so early. Are you trying to impress someone?” she teased.
To this, Alexia grimaced and replied solemnly, “Mother’s always nagging me to appear presentable, just in case...I’d have been fine wearing a shift.”
“I’m sure. Well, you’ll be relieved to know that you’re no longer slated to play Judas,” Arietta informed her while looking her over quickly. “That honor belongs to Gretchen now.”
“...How splendid.” Though Alexia didn’t say anything, Arietta knew that her sister was relieved, and surely pitied Gretchen already.
Gretchen’s lips quirked at Alexia’s remark about appearing presentable. “You know, Mum’s always saying the same to me.” She glanced down at the sleep-wrinkled t-shirt and sweats she was wearing, indicating she did not always take her mother’s advice.
She was about to add something else when there was another set of footfalls. Moments later, Gretchen and Arietta’s mutual cousin, Crown Princess Marie of Onneria, entered the room. Marie was less than an inch shorter than Gretchen, but where Gretchen was naturally slender, Marie’s own relatively narrow build was betrayed by toned muscle and an athletic gracefulness that Gretchen lacked. That muscle and fitness was on display, since Marie had actually bothered to get dressed, but had chosen a sundress that left her arms and even shoulders mostly bare, while also showing off her legs starting just above the knees.
“Oh I know a plot when I see one,” Marie said cheerfully. “A conspiracy in the making, I see here,” she added, flashing a pearly smile at her cousins. “What’s cooking?”
Maybe it was just her imagination, but it seemed like there was a slight hitch in Marie’s step, like she was aching or stiff. Or maybe she was just seeing what she expected, since she knew that a certain Onneria Saints wide receiver had decided to take a well-timed ‘vacation’ to Rikardsburg that week.
“I’ll leave that to the lady in charge,” Gretchen said, returning her own grin.
Arietta sniggered at her cousin Marie and said, “What’s up slut? I figured you’d show up to my wedding walking bowlegged.”
Alexia’s face quivered slightly at her sister’s greeting of the Princess of Onneria. “Why sister, that’s no way to speak to a Princess!”
To this Arietta merely shrugged off Alexia’s concerned expression. “Well you know what mother always says, Alexia. You wanna get treated like a Princess, then you ought to act like one.”
“...I don’t think that’s what she meant by that,” Alexia shook her head in dismay.
“Boo, you whore,” Marie drawled back. “I bet you’re just jealous. I know Vitus’s parents have been watching him like a hawk. I bet you’re not getting any right now.” A smirk had appeared and become fixed to her face as she answered. “So aaaanyway, what have you all been conspiring about?”
“Gretchen’s in the wedding party now,” Arietta informed her cousin with a certain dryness in her voice. “I was letting her know, and giving her the scoop on the play. She’s excited to be taking on the role of Judas. And, my sister Alexia here was walking around aimlessly, as usual.”
Alexia stiffened her back. “I was not walking around aimlessly...I was admiring the architecture of the inner facade.”
“...Who does that? Besides old people?” Alexia was often the punchline of many of Arietta’s cruel jokes, though for some reason she felt the need to go easy on her, perhaps because it wouldn’t look good if she gave her too hard of a time. “Sometimes I wonder if we even have the same mother…”
“I doth confess that I oft wonder the same,” Alexia agreed in her finest speech.
“I dunno, it is rather… picturesque,” Gretchen opined, with the smile of someone knowingly stirring the pot.
Marie cocked an eyebrow at her maternal cousin, and shook her head. “If you say so, Gretchen. In any case, glad you’re on board.”
“What’s that? We don’t have the same mother though,” Theodora walked out to join the rest of the bridesmaids with her other sister Diana. Together, these two girls didn’t have the same mother as Arietta, but they shared a father. Theodora shared the look of to father - according to her mother at least. She had a pale skin that contrasted with her jet black hair. She had a deadpan face if she wasn’t making a point of smiling, though now she was smiling with her mouth closed, showcasing her full lips. This morning she wore a black designer top with her shoulders exposed and tight gray jeans with tears around the knees “I’m still in the wedding though right?”
“Don’t butt in, she wasn’t talking to you Thea,” Diana, the elder of the two girls, lightly elbowed Theodora. Diana smiled to all the girls in the room, dimples on each of her cheeks becoming apparent. She had a tanned skin, much like her mother’s, with dark brown eyes and hair of a similar shade done up in a braid to resemble a crown. Opposite her sister, Diana wore a much more cheerful face, always with a glowing smile. She moved to find herself a seat, brushing the ends of her summer dress against her legs to sit properly . “Good morning everyone.”
“...What a stupid question.” Arietta chastised her sister while laughing simultaneously. “You think I’d cut any of you bitches out? Besides, if I were going to cut out a sister, I’d probably start with Alexandra. She’s been shitty about this whole thing because I’m getting married first. She accused me of deliberately planning the wedding before her’s in August. I just wanted to get married when it was still at least somewhat warm, and besides, we can do all that Allamunnic Solstice shit,” she finished with a nod towards Gretchen and Marie.
Marie snorted. “What, you mean you didn’t for a moment consider that you’d be getting married before Alexandra? Never crossed your mind?” She sounded skeptical.
At the mention of the Midsummer Festivities, Gretchen and Marie both nodded vigorously. The summer solstice was an occasion for considerable celebration in the Allamunnic regions, usually done with copious amounts of alcohol, general debauchery, as well as street games, pageants, and competitions. It was, on the whole, quite a good time of year to hold any sort of celebration.
“Yeah, I’ve got some spots we can hit up in mind,” Gretchen said. “A few of the clubs in town get pretty wild this time of year.” She did not mention that they were far from her usual hangouts. She knew perfectly well that nobody would want to go to a pub for a bachelorette party, much less her sister-in-law-to-be. She would have to ask Kaarla or Kristina about that.
“You see? She’s making herself a useful asset to the bridal party already.” Arietta clasped her sister-in-law to be on the shoulder, and stretched her other arm out across her. “We have the whole of Staalburg at our fingertips, ladies. Just don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”
It took almost deliberate effort for Gretchen to not correct her that the city was called “Rikardsburg.” Moments later, two more of her cousins entered the room.
At first glance, it was hard to tell that Marie and Grace Izaaksunn were sisters. Grace was about two inches shorter than Marie, plumper (although not overweight) and curvier, and she was a brunette in contrast to Marie’s raven hair. Marie in many ways resembled the female form Allamunnic sculptors would carve into marble, whereas Grace bore a greater resemblance to the type of princess one might see in a children’s picture book, warm and welcoming, if not as precisely defined. And, par for the course, she had only dressed in the sense that she had grabbed her glasses off of the bedside table that morning, otherwise remaining in her fuzzy navy blue pajamas, brown hair piled into a messy bun.
“Heya, sis! Cuz…es?” The youngest Izaaksunn sister fumbled with word choice. Ophelia had promptly taken the initiative as they entered the room, and Grace had made no attempt to speak, being far more shy. “Woo, we’ve got us a par-tay in here!”
Grace was far from homely, but one might be forgiven for thinking she was, standing next to her younger sister. Ophelia was just shy of eighteen and shorter still, but was already easily the most attractive of the Onnerian princesses, combining Marie’s vivacious athleticism and Grace’s voluptuous warmth with a confident front. Unlike Grace, Ophelia already looked fantastic, even though she was in only a pair of swishy athletic shorts and a t-shirt, and her dark brown hair had fallen in a wavy sheet down her back. Knowing her, Gretchen thought, she had probably woken up looking like that.
“Yeah, Ophie, we do have a party in here,” Marie replied, rolling her eyes. “What’re you so chipper for? I mean, nobody’s in the dumps here, but damn, kid. Calm down,” her words betrayed by a grin.
“She’s so chipper because I’m getting married, and because she knows that I will be nearer more often,” Arietta boasted with self-amusement. “Although the party hasn’t really started until we’ve started drinking and getting high...it’s already past due on that front. The way the world is now, it’s never too early for any of that either. Everybody’s all high strung, I swear, but not me, not us and not here, amirite?”
Alexia curtsied to the other girls as they entered, and to Ophelia she smiled and said, “good morning your Grace, you look radiant.”
Arietta narrowed her eyes in the manner she did when she was feeling mischievous. “Yeah, I’m especially looking forward to Nathan’s Hamlet jokes. What’s the one he always says…”
“Lady, shall I lie in your lap?” Alexia recited the line. “I often hear him speaking lines for future use.”
“Aye, that’s the one. He also likes to say, ‘Get thee to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?’ I don’t know why, but I think that one is hilarious.” Arietta couldn’t help but chuckle a bit after saying that. What was Aunt Caroline thinking when she named her Ophelia? Surely she had to expect a lifetime of Hamlet jokes…
“Let me tell you, the ‘Lady, shall I lie in your lap?’ one is really awkward coming from family,” Ophelia said with a sigh. “Of course, they all wear a tad thin after you’ve heard them for the millionth time. Luckily, everyone at school only knows me by my middle name,” she said. “Maybe I should just use that, all the time,” she muttered somewhat darkly, her original good humor sinking somewhat.
“Oh, Ophie,” Grace finally chimed in, voice mellow. “It’s a lovely name. Besides, it’s so fitting, for a theater student!” Ophelia rolled her eyes, although now there was at least a smile accompanying it again.
It was at that moment that another young woman emerged from down the hall. She was dressed in a teal kimono robe, walking barefoot along the floor. Statuesque, with long dark brown hair nearly black, and with a blunt in her hand, she waltzed up to the group that had since been congregating in the hallway. “Please tell me we are not talking about Shakespeare,” Anastasia said bemused. “It’s too early for that.”
“No, talking about Nathan,” Theodora poked her head up from her phone, which she had been staring at nearly since the moment she found herself a seat. She didn’t look away from her phone for long as it pulled back her attention. “And those terribly cheesy jokes or pick lines he uses.”
“...I thought there was some test regarding women talking about something other than a man with other women,” Anastasia teased her cousin.
Alexia raised a finger sagely. “The Bechdel test, which asks if a work of fiction features at least two women who talk about something besides a man.”
“Thank you Lex, that’s what it was.” Looking around the group of young women, Anastasia took a drag of her blunt and added, “but hey, talking about men is so much fun…”
Ophelia rolled her eyes again, this time joined by Grace. Marie could only blush, somewhat embarrassed, since she half suspected, given the ingenuity of the paparazzi bastards, that anyone who did not know what she had been up to the night before would know soon enough.
“Hey, a little balance never hurt anyone,” Ophelia opined, after just a moment of pause. She was, mercifully, spared from further awkwardness by the arrival of her older brother, Aetius.
Aetius had hit something of a second growth spurt over the last few months, and was now even taller than their father, and his athletic endeavors at his college had clearly done at least some of their work in improving a skinny build into a toned, muscular physique. The awkwardness of puberty was starting to disappear, and the little imperfections that had marred him had cleared up and left a strong-jawed, clean-cut young man who Ophelia knew routinely turned heads among his female peers. Even through the objectivity provided by a sibling relationship, she could safely say her brother was extremely handsome.
His voice was clear and showed no signs of early morning hoarseness as he spoke: “Hello, sisters of mine…” he trailed off as he noticed the multitude of other young nobleladies. “M’ladies,” he added with a respectful nod, making eye contact with most of them. “Mother wanted me to let you know that the other guests were going to be arriving in the next thirty minutes or so, and to go ahead and make yourself presentable if you hadn’t already,” he said. The Onnerian prince was already in a light gray, summery suit that hugged his well-muscled figure and looked like it was none-too-thick for formalwear.
All three Onnerian princesses nodded back and exchanged glances, and the two younger ladies started walking, making to return to their quarters to make themselves ready to be seen by people they did not necessarily know personally.
Ophelia walked down the carpeted hallway from the long gallery towards the guest quarters where the Onnerian royal family had been housed for the occasion. The youngest Izaaksunn was noticing now just how long that hallway was, and how many rooms seemed to branch off of it, mostly guest rooms but the occasional common room or sitting room to be used by guests without disturbing the other residents of the palace. The decoration was somewhat outside the Allamunnic norm, ornate sculpted molding along the edges of the walls and rich golds, silvers, crimsons, and ebonies, in the shapes of leaves, fruit, trees, and other things that generally reminded a viewer of the forested mountain surroundings of the palace. It was a feast for the eyes even if many of their countrymen would find the whole thing a little bit gauche. But what was the point of having such wealth if one did not flaunt it?
The young Onnerian found the room she had been stashed in, a relatively small room (still with ample room) that shared a bathroom with an adjoining chamber (the one her eldest sister had been given), clearly designed with families in mind. As soon as she had swung the heavy oaken door shut and checked the lock, she wasted no time. She quickly undressed, tossing her discarded clothes haphazardly on the unmade bed, grabbing a towel and making a break for the bath. She made sure both doors in the bathroom were shut and locked, and turning the knob, stepped into the shower. The Sproeks could afford good water heating, and the water was already almost piping hot by the time she stepped in and slid the glass door shut behind her.
Ophelia lingered perhaps a bit longer than she should have, but while she was washing she found herself cheerfully singing a few numbers from A Lovely Lady. She only really got on task when she heard a sharp knocking at the door from Marie’s side, and a muffled voice.
“Mum says to hurry up! The other bigwigs are almost here!” she called through the door. That snapped Ophelia from her daze, and she finished up her washing a couple of minutes later, pushing the water off, completely forgetting to wipe the fog off of the glass, and running out into her room.
After hurriedly toweling off, she hung up her towel on a convenient rack, opened her suitcase and pulled suitably comfortable (and cute) undergarments out, putting them on with practiced ease before wandering over to the closet. She glanced around the room, all polished wood and cushioned shag carpet, and sighed. These were truly great accommodations, and she would absolutely enjoy the break from dormitory life (which, admittedly, she had insisted on experiencing). Turning back to the closet, she selected a sundress that specifically did not match Marie’s, opting for a white one with a flowery purple and yellow pattern (in contrast to Marie’s red-and-white-striped dress) and a pair of high-heeled sandals, sitting on the end of the bed for a moment to pull them on.
Brushing her hair and donning a relatively light helping of make-up took only a few minutes more, and Ophelia was able to step out of her room with her phone and keys in her purse in time for the festivities. She walked down the hall, slowed slightly by her choice in footwear, but still comfortable and graceful as she reached the front atrium, where the guests would be received. She looked around, noting that most of her fellow wedding party members were already present, and she slipped in next to Marie and Grace.
“Did I miss anyone?” she asked her elder sisters. Grace simply shook her head, but Marie actually answered.
“Nope. You’re just in time for the first arrivals.”