The second reel came to a stop, and suddenly nothing was different.
Maricia didn’t suddenly turn purple and scaly. She didn’t develop a spaded tail. Her cheeks remained unmarked. Her modest bosom didn’t suddenly swell to the size of cannonballs. Her outfit didn’t suddenly turn into a big poofy dress. If anyone had been aware of what was happening then even they would have been confused by how nothing seemed to happen.
They would never have noticed the increase in foot traffic outside, or how it seemed to follow regular patterns.
A modern-day princess on earth didn’t tend to wear big poofy gowns and regelia at all times after all.
Princess Maricia Santa Eladora Cuidadoso El Diaz was royalty on her fathers side. The eldest niece of the current royal family of Spain and something like 18th in line to the throne. Currently living in the town of Echo Creek in Los Angelus in a ‘small’ estate that upon springing into being had swallowed up all the houses in its block and the nearest one until it was only slightly bigger than the Wong manor.
Yet Star Butterfly ‘still’ insisted on rapidly deploying architecture and making a huge medieval-style tower jut awkwardly out of the Mexican style manor.
Maricia (Maria) Diaz not actually a princess officially. She was just semi-distant royalty. She didn’t even think that qualified her to be a lady let alone a princess. Being 18th in line she was as likely to sit on the throne as the 500th in line. She didn’t even like to advertise her family connections, but when you lived in a house where the first things guests see when they enter your mansions huge foyer is a huge portrait of yourself and your parents in period garb next to a framed photo of toddler you being held by a smiling king of Spain people start to ask questions.
She wasn’t even that close to next in line. 18th in line for anything wasn’t anything to write home about, whether it was in royalty or for a line to get a new Ziphone, but from the way, everybody treated her you’d think she was practically raised to rule. Like she was the literal queen of the school despite displaying little if any of the queen bee behavior that Brittany did. She had a lot of people being overly friendly to her, sometimes to the point of suck uppy. Even overlooking personal quirks that in another life earned Marco the moniker of ‘safety boy’ just because she was royal.
It was also because she was royal that she was selected to be the homestay of Star Butterfly. Their girl needed a place to practice her magic in peace, but upon hearing that there was an actual princess they saw it as a golden opportunity for their daughter to have a proper friend who could really teach her what it means to be royalty. Despite the ‘princesses’ assertations, she wasn’t actually a princess.
Star was actually a breath of fresh air. Maricia did have friends that looked past her ‘regalness’ and actually see her as a person than a title, but they never forgot who she was. Star, however, could not have a care how close to next in line she was. For once she had a friend that a hundred percent treated her like just another person. Who she could talk to at length about things others wouldn’t understand, while Star would talk about her own princess woes. They soon became good friends. Maricia got a good friend who’d call her by her name more than an incorrect title, and Star got a butt-kicking re belt sidekick that her mom wanted her to spend as much time as possible around.
She did not endear herself to pony head. Not in the slightest. The horse head girl flat out hated her. Staring at her with barely restrained disdain whenever Stars back was turned. Apparently, because she acted all too much like a “Saint O’s” graduate for her liking. With her manners, and etiquette, and manners, and trying to brainwash Star into being just another tea drinking Stepfordia princess.
Maricia had no idea what she’d meant, until the day they had to break in to “Saint O’s”
Pony head had not been wrong. Maricia had blended in perfectly with the students of the school.
The problem was, she blended in with the ‘current’ students of the school.
Why would a girl who acted for all the world like a ‘perfect princess’ be sent in with a cartload of misfits? Rogues. Slobs. Blobs. Embarrassments and ner do wells?
She had to act quickly if she wanted to avoid suspicion. Which she did. It worked…...it even got her a V.I.P brainwashing lesson.
All throughout the multiverse, there was an imperceptible ripple. As millions of labels were re-written. Changing from Princess Turdina, to Princess Eladora.
Wed Mar 04 23:43:38 2020
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