We lived in a kingdom ruled over a system of strength.
It was a simple process, the one who was the strongest or smartest
was the King.
I grew up in a big house.
It was near a well wooded area where my brothers and sisters would play.
Being the oldest had its perks when you weren't babysitting all the time.
Mom was almost always home and dad was out late making sure everyone had food on the table.
My story wasn't very interesting up to the age of 16
Everyday was similar to the day before.
Get up, do school, babysit, chores, bed.
Only once in a while was that schedule disturbed.
Mother said I'd make a fine wife some day with all the work I did.
Yes, my life was set for me.
I'd finish school, find a husband, and live a life similar to how I grew up.
That wasn't what I really wanted.
I wanted to live my own life and see new places.
I wanted to travel and not have the weight of a family on my shoulders.
And just as if the universe had known
Everything changed one day.
The walls of our house came crumbling down and that weight of a family disappeared.
Little did I know that being alone was much harder to carry
They weren't gone.
I told myself over and over from the day my dad ran away with me into the night.
He left everyone behind and took me to help take care of him.
Father was a caring man.
He never did anything to hurt me.
But the woman he married next did.
She was sweet as could be when he was around
Caring, loving, funny, and smart
But father failed to see the bruises under my fur.
The weight I had lost.
The way that my eyes lost their light when he would talk to me.
I would curl up in bed at night and cry to a soft dream of happiness.
Where I never left mom.
Or where I could leave.
Days droned on and on
Seconds felt like forever and then like nothing when I would hear her footsteps.
Fear radiated off of me from that women
She called me many names day by day
Pathetic, worthless, unlovable, useless, bitch
It felt like it would never end.
My room was small and in the attic with one window.
I piled light grey walls with any books I could get a hold of.
Old wooden floors creaked when I would walk on them.
I was getting used to everything, the new routine becoming old.
That was when it changed again
She caused it this time.
She took me away from my dad and I couldn't fight hard enough.
I had lost everything,
and just to make it better she put me into a trade row.
I got sold like an object to some man wearing elegant clothing.
Pitch black fur and cold blue eyes.
It was like a nightmare or a fairy-tale to him probably
Innocent helpless bunny sold to a wolf of his stature.
I was done for and I knew it
He took me home with him and the whole way there I prepared for the worst.
But the worst never happened
He brought me somewhere I never imagined I would go
Straight to the center of Celti Kingdom and up the marble stairs of the Kings castle
The current king was a man called Zero
He was given this name for many reasons
He had zero losses in his fights, No limits, No hesitations, and no loves.
A fox king of a kingdom he long ruled.
I was given my own room and new clothing
The following day I was told my duties as a new maid to the king.
I was already good at cleaning and I could babysit easily with all the years of experience.
There was one thing I didn't know though
The king had a son.
I ran into him one day while cleaning windows
When I say that, I literally mean I ran into him and he had to catch me before I landed on my ass.
He wasn't the nicest
Far from actually.
He was a fox much like his father but not a streak of orange fur.
Black, white, and grey fused in his fur
and his eyes of the purest and coldest blue.
I heard some maids complain about his behavior and snicker calling him a prince of hell
After a while of working there I began to notice him more and more
Around corners, out and about, sitting in odd places and often times in my way
These encounters soon became conversations and we got closer to being friends
He told me about his childhood and eventually I opened up about mine.
We started learning a lot about each other.
Until one day he asked me a question I couldn't say no to
That was how I became the foxes princess
I was the only one who understood him, the only one he would often ever talk to.
And now that 2 years have passed he has gained the tile of King
With me sitting by his side as a well known Queen.
With his help I found my mother again and my father as well
My family was all closer to me, living right by the castle and visiting often
Everything fell into place.
So now I live making new adventures with my King by my side.
Queen of Celti Kingdom
Dealing with the Fox King is enough of a job as is
She is sassy and quick on comebacks
She is one to always say "Fight me" Despite her short size of only 5'2 or 3 as she says.
You'll always find a lollipop or piece of cake by her and wonder how she keeps her figure
Equally energetic as she is lazy, One day she's running around doing everything. The next she sleeps til the afternoon and reads
The relationship between her and her king is very playful and has many inside jokes and 'code' words. They some day home to have 6 kids
Age - 18
Fur- short fur, white with cream and tan colored tips.
Fingers from the bend up are a dark tan