A Diamond in the Rough


	The king sighed. He had yet to find a suitor for his daughter, Misty. He had sworn 
to her she would be wedded if it was the last thing he did. His daughter said it may as 
well be because she refused to get married. She was pretty enough with long red hair and 
big blue eyes. She would have had a lovely pale complexion if she didn’t spend most of 
her day outside. She was also much too rebellious. Maybe his late wife was right. He had 
let her run much to wild as a youngster. It was a shame about her sisters. Violet had died 
in an accident, Daisy was helping rule over the Hoenn region and Lily was too much of a 
dullard to run the Orange Islands. Misty was his only hope. But the law remained unless 
she was wedded by 17 years of age she would lose possession of the kingdom. The king 
sighed again. He leafed through the suitors in his mind. Chancellor Robin of the Johto 
region, no. Senator Kingsly, no. Every suitor he could think of had already failed. No, 
wait, there was one suitor left. The king didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of him 
before. 
	“Langdon,” he said to his advisor “I need to call upon an old friend. Please 
contact Mrs. and Mr. Ketchum.”

	Princess Misty was very uncomfortable. She wore a long blue dress and her hair 
was styled in curls. Really, all this for a suitor she wouldn’t even like. Her father seemed 
intent on marring her. Well he had another thing coming. One thing Misty was not going 
to do was sit at some castle while her husband took care of affairs and went on 
adventures. The servants scurried about preparing things for the guests. All Misty knew 
about the son was his name was Ashton Ketchum the second, son of Ashton Ketchum the 
leader of the army. She assumed within a week they would be gone.
	“Don’t fidget,” said Langdon. 
	She scowled at him. He was always telling her that. Don’t fidget, fix your hair, 
blah blah blah.
	“And don’t make that face; it ruins your lovely features.”
	Misty had to hold back a groan. This was going to be hell. 
	“Now,” continued Langdon “I have met young Ashton and he is quite a charmer. I 
think you will be quite taken with him.”
	I doubt it, thought Misty. Trumpets began to blare and lo and behold Ashton 
Ketchum II. Misty would have been lying if she said he wasn’t handsome. He had dark 
hair the color of night and deep brown eyes. He looked completely spoiled. 
	He walked slowly over to her and kissed her hand “Princess Misty, I have looked 
forward to this moment for many days.”
	“As have I,” Misty lied. She could of thrown up. The only reason that she was 
being polite to this idiot was because her father expected it, and there were people 
watching. 
	“Sir, madam,” a maid said “dinner is being served.”
	Misty charged ahead to the dinning room and took her usual place besides 
Langdon and her father, but Langdon moved and she ended up sitting next to Ashton. 
Damn, she thought. She immediately thought of her teachers words. “A lady must never 
curse.” But because she did not care about being a lady she ignored it. Langdon took a 
seat across the table from her and nudged her with his foot. He glared and she smiled 
sweetly back. There was no way that she was making conversation. Ashton had different 
ideas “so, Princess.”
	“Yes, Ashy?” She hoped that her nickname would annoy him, it didn’t.
	“Perhaps you could enjoy a walk with me this afternoon?”
	She smiled but under it she was annoyed “oh, I would love to but I have to clip 
my toenails tonight.”
	“What?”
	Misty smirked “yes, they have grown quite long and are starting to yellow so-
	She was interrupted as Langdon kicked her and whispered “that is not good 
dinner conversation.”
	She smiled a real smile this time when she saw the look on Ashy’s face. Priceless. 
The dinner continued without any major lapses. Occasionally Ashton would try to engage 
her in conversation but she would usually shake him off. So everything was going fine 
until Langdon suggested the two of them have dessert in the living room and “get to 
know each other.” Her father seemed to think that was a marvelous idea. So after dinner 
they were alone in the room. Misty actually didn’t mind. All the more better to scare him 
off.
	“So, Princess, what do you do for fun?”
	“Things, how about you?”
	“Well I enjoy a game of golf on the terrace, and I love riding (father has many 
purebred Rapadash), and of course talking to a lovely lady like you.”
	She glared at him. She hated men who insisted on complimenting her to get their 
way. They must learn it didn’t work. He smiled back “I also enjoy training Pokemon.”
	Pokemon training well that wasn’t too bad. She was about to say that sounds 
interesting when he said “of course a lady such as yourself wouldn’t understand them…”
	That was it “What do you mean a lady such as myself? I happen to love Pokemon 
and know a lot about them.”
	Ashton grinned “I doubt that. Though I like that you are trying to impress me; 
don’t worry almost all ladies do.”
	Misty stood up “this meeting has ended.”
	“Well I daresay it has,” Ashton stated “I have had enough of talking to you. You 
are quite rude.”
	“Go tell hell!” snapped Misty.
	“Do not talk like that. That is even ruder. When we wed I will teach you some 
manners and I-
	“What do you mean when we wed? Let me tell you something we-
	She was immediately cut off when in walked her father. “Problems?” he asked.
      	“Oh not at all your highness,” declared Ashton “I was just asking the Princess if 
she would enjoy a breakfast on the veranda with me.”
	“I’m sure she would love that,” exclaimed Misty’s father. 
	“I thought so” he smirked “meet me at 8 o’ clock sharp. I wouldn’t want you to 
miss out on your beauty sleep.” And with those words he marched out of the room.
	“Such a lovely boy” sighed her father “he is really rather charming.”
	Misty stared at the door. She really wasn’t sure what happened but there was no 
way she was going to breakfast with him. But that wasn’t what she told her father.
	Later that night she sat at her dresser combing her hair. She wasn’t sure what that 
crack about beauty sleep was. Her looks were fine. And 8:00, please she was up by 6 
every morning. 
	“Sorry, Ashy,” she whispered to her reflection “I might just ‘forget’ about out 
breakfast date.”

The next morning

	Ashton took out his gold and diamond encrusted pocket watch and glanced at it. It 
was already a quarter past 8. He beginning to think the princess would never show up. 
Actually he had a hunch that she wouldn’t. Their little rendezvous last night hadn’t gone 
so well. He knew he had been a teensy bit rude but it was essential to teach that girl some 
etiquette. His father had always raised him to be in control of women. Ashton Senior had 
two mistresses, much to the anger of his wife. Ashton sighed; he was a bit rude to women 
because that was how he was raised. His father had taught him women were nothing 
more than pawns in a man’s chess game. That had proved to be true as women had 
catered to his every whim for a chance to marry him. He had always taken that for 
granted. Ashton was not like his father who had engaged in ‘sexual conduct’ with the 
maids and who had impregnated one of them. Ashton did not assume Princess Misty had 
lost her innocence yet.  She was most likely still a child. She was quite lovely though. He 
wondered if maybe she would lose her virtue to him. These thoughts kept him busy.
	Her body was a thing of delight. Not even his father’s mistresses had a body like 
that. He smiled as he remembered when his father had sent a escort, though it was not a 
thing to smile about. It was his 18th birthday, and apparently “real men” had sex by then. 
The escort had dropped her tunic and was on top of him before he sent her away. His 
father was angry. A bit later Ashton had lost his virginity to Princess Jazzda of the 
Teardrop Islands. It wasn’t as big a deal as he expected however Misty might be 
something different. He longed to touch her, kiss her. He knew his father would have tied 
her to a bed and violated her. For some reason his father had no trouble with snatching an 
innocent girl off the streets forcing her too her knees and-
	Ashton stopped thinking of his beast of a father and started thinking of Misty 
again. She was half and hour late. He sighed and stood up he would take a walk and 
perhaps it would calm him down.
	
	Misty giggled as she watched her Goldeen friends flip about in the water. She was 
glad she had missed out on her meeting with Ashy. She loved the woods. They were 
always filled with Pokemon and were so beautiful. She sat at her favorite spot by the 
river. A waterfall roared in the distance. A little Goldeen splashed her with its tail. She 
giggled and tried to grab it but it was too quick. She quickly shed her bottle-green tunic 
and plunged into the icy water. Something about water just drew her to it. The crystal, 
clearness flowed around her as she swam among the water Pokemon. She didn’t even 
notice the man watching her.

	Ashton couldn’t believe his good fortune. Not only had he found Misty but he had 
arrived at a time to see her strip of her clothing. Just as he suspected every inch of her 
body was perfection. She dove into the water as graceful as a swan making barely a 
splash. The ripples of water made it hard to see her body. She rested against a rock and 
closed her eyes. Ashton noticed something on the ground and picked it up. It was a dark 
green tunic. He picked it up and smiled. It was Misty’s. One thing he always remembered 
form his father’s wisdom of wisdom was take control. “It’s a chess game,” he had said. 
“Take control.”
	He walked right to where the Princess was relaxing and tapped her on the 
shoulder. She screamed. Ashton smirked seeing he had the element of surprise. The 
surprise soon turned to embarrassment and then to anger.
	“Get…away!” she managed through gritted teeth. Ash ignored her and sat down 
on the riverbank. 
	“You failed to attend our little get-together this morning. I think we should have it 
now.” 
	Misty glared at him with fire in her eyes. “I think not!” she hissed. “You shall get 
away by orders of the princess!”
	Ashton shrugged and walked towards a tree stump. He sat down. She glared at 
him and reached for her tunic. She soon realized it wasn’t there. She wondered out loud 
“where is my tunic?” She glanced towards Ashton and he held it up. She was temporarily 
speechless but she began to scream “give me back my outfit; you stupid bastard!”
	Ashton smiled his superior smile. “I would love to miss, but I am not allowed 
over there by orders of the princess. But here, I will hang it on this tree.” He took the 
tunic and hung it over one of the higher branches. Misty realized exactly what he was 
doing. She had a choice. Either sit here and let him talk, or get out of the water and show 
him herself. That was not a choice at all so she didn’t do anything.
	Ashton realized her had won. He walked towards her and sat down. She didn’t say 
anything but her eyes radiated cold anger. He took a moment to stare openly at her naked 
body. The water hid most of it, but he could see enough. The top of her breasts, her 
elegant shoulder, dainty collarbone, slim neck; he made no effort to hide his fixation with 
her.
	“If you rape me,” she stated harshly. “You will be killed.”  
	Ashton winced at the vulgar term. “I have no plans to breach you, princess; 
though I wouldn’t mind if you would allow it willingly. In fact I am sure many a men 
would gladly share a bed with you.” Her face reddened at the way he was talking to her. 
“And regarding your former comment I am not a bastard. My parents were legally 
wedded before engaging in… err the creation of me. For the first time I can not promise 
you…”
	Misty shared at him in shock. No one had ever even dared to talk to her like that. 
This man was so, so ugh.”
	“So, Mist,” he started.
	“Princess,” she barked. “You will refer to me Princess.”
	He frowned “that term seems so informal. But if you insist-
	“I do!” she interrupted. 
	He shrugged “as you wish your highness. It is too bad you missed our breakfast. It 
would have only lasted around and hours time. Now I can keep you here as long as I 
want.”
	She glared at him angrily “son-of-a-bitch, you deserve to rot in hell.”
	He laughed. A smug laugh. “I must say, I am quite taken with you, Princess.”
	“Usually, I have the opposite affect on people.”
	He laughed loudly “now I like you even more. How old are you exactly?”
	“I am 16.”
	He frowned “I am 23, but you are as developed as a women of my age. Quite 
more so in fact. I doubt you are experienced in the ways of men, but I can help you with 
that.”
	Her mouth opened widely at the obvious reference he had just made. “I mean it, 
get the hell away. I don’t know who you think you are but I want you out of my face. I 
will report to my father how you are speaking to me. I have little doubt about what kind 
of people raised you. Whores, I suppose.”
	“Look here; do not talk about my family that way. I have the greatest respect for 
my mother-
	Misty interrupted “your mother did a damn poor job of raising you.”
	Ashton glared, “fine,” he said “I will go!” he swaggered away from her. “Oh,” he 
folded her tunic neatly, “I will be taking this with me.” He walked away. 
	Misty sat gaping. He really was a bastard. She had nothing to wear now. Ohhh 
that man. Great, this was perfect. She would have to wait a bit and sneak back.
	Ashton laughed as he held the tunic. The look on her face was priceless. He 
would of course return with the tunic but he was going to scare her first. He imagined her 
face again. The vision of her face soon turned to her naked body. He shook those 
thoughts out of her head. He waited 5 minutes and than headed back. She saw him and 
began yelling obscenities.
	“Here’s your tunic.” He tossed it to her and she missed. The tunic fell into the 
water soaking it. She gasped as she picked it up. She didn’t say anything for a bit but 
began to splash him. He stepped out of the way. “Really, even with someone of the 
intelligence level of a Goldeen could realize that that water won’t touch me.” She glared 
and he laughed. “Out smarted quickly aren’t you?” 
	She tugged on the tunic and pulled herself out of the water. He watched her. The 
tunic was soaked and clung to her body making it easy to imagine the figure beneath. He 
watched her struggled for a bit before he reached out his hand and grasped hers. He 
pulled her up into a kiss. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. But the force of her body had 
fallen towards him so he had caught her with his lips.
	Misty did not mind being kissed but she did mind being held against her will. She 
struggled and ended up having to kick him before he let go. He smiled gentlemanly as 
ever. “I will see you at your father’s ball tonight,” he said and he walked away. She 
stared after him angrily. She hated to admit it but she might have actually enjoyed the 
kiss.

	“But father,” moaned Misty. “I don’t wanna go to the dumb ball!”
	He smiled at her and kissed her on her head. “You don’t even have to dance with 
Ashton. Many promising suitors will be there.” He went to kiss her head again but she 
moved. “My little hell-cat,” he used her childhood nickname. “I will find a suitor for you 
yet!”
  
	Ashton was actually jealous. Misty was dancing with Prince Charles. She looked 
to be having a decent time. But all Ashton could focus on was his hand moving further 
and further down his back. 2 can play at that game, he thought.
	“Would you like to dance? He asked a pretty blonde. 
	    Misty glared at the blonde Ashton was dancing with. She hated being jealous. 
She saw Ashy look at her so she snuggled closer to Prince Charles. He looked away. 
Charles moved his hand down to where Misty was not exactly comfortable. She moved it. 
He winked and moved it back. The song ended. Misty’s father took her hand and began 
to dance with her. “I must say, Misty out of the suitors I like Ashton the best.”
	“I don’t!” She prepared to tell her dad the obscene things he had said to her but 
speak of the devil
	“May I cut in?” asked Ashton politely. Her father nodded and allowed him to take 
Misty’s hand.
	“Misty, I don’t like you dancing with Prince Charles. He had a very shady 
reputation.” 
	“You have no right to tell me who I dance with. In fact I like him!”
	He looked upset. “Well, I like you and I don’t want him to do anything to you.”
	“Why exactly do you like me so much?” Misty asked. “I mean I’ve been rude and 
mean this whole time.”
	“You have also been offensive, unladylike, annoying and bratty.” She stared at 
him.
	“How can I not like you?”
	“What?”
	“You are also lovely, elegant and smart. A bit like a diamond in the rough.” The 
song ended and they broke apart.
	The night was at an end and Ashton had danced with the blonde many times. 
Misty had danced with Charles a lot but that was to make Ashton jealous. Prince Charles 
motioned her to follow him. She did.
	Ashton pardoned himself from the blonde and followed Misty. Charles was a 
devious guy. He had been charged with rape a few times but it had never gone through. 
Ashton followed them into the woods and saw Charles grab Misty and kiss her.
	Misty was completely surprised when Charles kissed her. Surprised in a bad way. 
She shoved him off and proceeded to walk back to the castle. He snatched her and shoved 
her against the tree. He ripped off her long blue gown. All she had on was a slip. He 
smirked and pressed his hands against her body. His breathing was heavy and lust filled. 
She closed her eyes and tried to scream. He shut her mouth with his hand. She closed her 
eyes and prayed he would leave. He however seemed in no hurry. He unbuttoned the top 
few buttons of her slip and put his hand inside. He rubbed her body and pressed his 
mouth against hers. It was not like the kiss Ashton had given her. This was a hard kiss, 
with no love. He moaned and took his hand out. He began to unbutton the rest. Suddenly 
Ashton jumped out. He punched Charlie in the face. Charlie was so surprised he let go of 
Misty. She collapsed to the floor. Ashton helped her up but was hit in the back of the 
head. He fell to the ground and Charlie stood over him. He had an evil glint in his eyes. 
He raised his foot preparing to kick Aston in the head when Misty made her move. 
	She hit him over the head with a branch. He fell to the ground a confused look on 
his face. Ashton stood up just in time to catch Misty.
	“Ashton…” she said.
	“Ash,” he corrected. She stood up and smiled. She grabbed his hand and led him 
to a back door. They climbed a staircase and she opened a guestroom door. She shoved 
him unto the bed. He stared at her with an open mouth. She began to unbutton the 
remaining buttons.
	“What are you doing?” Ash choked out.
	She dropped her under dress. “I think,” she whispered huskily “it’s time I learned 
the ways of men.


	They were married within a year. Princess Misty bore him a beautiful set of twins. 
A boy and a girl. Both were smart, beautiful and had their mother’s active temper.



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