Amarillo

    ^{PRINCESSES MUST NOT SLUMP.}

    Yellow let out a deep, bored sigh and slid down in her seat at the dining hall table. She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out as much as the person seating in front of her would allow her. Resting her elbows on the arms of the chair, she enjoyed having her head the same height of the table.

    ^{PRINCESSES MUST NOT PLAY WITH HER GARMENTS, ACCESSORIES, OR HAIR.}

    She couldn’t help but begin fiddling with the bows decorating her dress. They were bright pink and evenly tied around her waist. The frills on her dress were begging to be messed with. Yellow lifted each frill one by one, giggling as she reached her knees with the frills above going to opposite direction. When she got bored of doing this, she replaced the frills how they originally were, and began twirling her blonde locks that were coincidentally tied back for this purpose of her not to play with them. However, it wasn’t her fault her hair was quite long.

    ^{PRINCESSES MUST NOT ACT CHILDISH IN THE PRESSENCE OF ANOTHER KINGDOM’S PRINCE OR PRINCESS.}

    Yellow couldn’t help but be childish. The blonde peeked quick glances at the Prince who sat across from her. He had such black hair. Yellow couldn’t help but compare it to the night sky, not to mention his dark, red eyes. She let out a burst of giggles that made one of the maids stare warningly at her before bowing to leave. Yellow couldn’t help it.

    After all, he was Prince Red. An amazing Pokemon battler. He bested all the other Princes with his partner Pika, his Pikachu. It didn’t take a mad scientist for Yellow to know that Red loved battles, and winning them was just a bonus.

    Red finally caught the stern stare she unconsciously was giving him.

    “I’m sorry. It seems I’m boring you, Princess.” He smiled sweetly at her, making good use of his cute dimples. “Would you like to talk about something?”

    “Would you like to walk in the castle garden?” Yellow suddenly blurted at him, standing straight up from her seat, and at the same time, knocking her chair backwards onto the alter floor. Embarrassment was clearly shown on her face as she became as red as an apple. Before she could lift the chair back up, Red had grabbed it before Yellow had even reached her hand out. He laughed as he placed the chair securely on the floor again.

    “Shall we head off into the garden then?”

    He held out his hand, pushing away his red cape as he did so. Yellow blinked a few times before letting out a small laugh. She slowly slipped her hand into his. Then they both walked away from the alter and into the garden maze. Roses bloomed with vibrant colors of blue, red, and yellow. Their stems twisted through the bushes, making sure their thorns were sticking out so that the two teens couldn’t help but stop and smell them. Yet, Red never released his grip on Yellow’s hand. Even when she pulled him back to point at a small Caterpie inching through the rose bushes, he didn’t even look the slightest bit irritated. It wasn’t until Yellow’s ribbons got caught in the endless thorns, where Red finally let go of her hand.

    “Let me help you with that.” He offered, getting down on one knee to examine how deep the thorns were imbedded in her dress. Yellow blushed a deep crimson when he brushed her arm to reach the ribbon to untie it.

    “Thank you,” She mumbled. Red paused for a second to look up at her, then back down again at the ribbon.

    “Do you even like wearing these sorts of dresses?” He asked, continuing to fidget with her dress ribbons. “You don’t seem like the type of girl to wear such frilly clothing.”

    Yellow’s eyes widened and her voice caught in her throat, making her squeak out her answer. “The maids made me wear this. They said Princes like ladylike Princesses.”

    “Well, I don’t know about the other Princes out there, but I for one like the type of Princess who can wear pants and are not afraid to play with the Pokemon.” He winked at her. “I noticed you’re not wearing your straw hat today.”

    Yellow’s jaw dropped it his statement and her hands flew up to her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Red just laughed. Before she could say anything to his statement, Red had stood up off the ground.

    “There,” Red smiled, lifting up the long pink ribbon. “You’re free now.”

    Without realizing it, Yellow started to cry. She couldn’t see Red’s reaction through her tears. All she could do was grab his blue tunic and weep in his arms. It didn’t take long for her to start laughing at the fact that she was crying. Not out of sadness, but out of pure joy that someone finally loved her just the way she was. Tomboy, Pokemon lover, all of it.

    “Be my Princess, Yellow.” Red whispered in her ear.

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    Yellow awoke with a start, heart pounding like she had just be electrocuted. She gripped her book in her hands as ChuChu, her Pikachu, looked stunned at her trainer. Softening her grip on the book, Yellow looked down to examine the title.

    “Collection of Classic Princess Stories”

    Before Yellow could throw the book against the tree in childish frustration, a warm hand grabbed her wrist, causing her to turn her head. There stood Red, holding a fishing rod.

    “Ready to go fishing?” He asked, lifting her hand up to his lips to give it a quick peck. Yellow’s face managed to turn as red as his eyes as she quickly nodded. Pulling her hand away from his grasp Red let out a small laugh as Yellow’s eyes widened to see a pink ribbon wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet.

    “Happy Birthday,”