AN: Please understand I am merely having fun with this. I'm a big Barbie movie fan and decided to have some fun writing a silly fanfiction. As you are all aware, Barbie is owned by Mattel and I am making nothing from this.

The shadows created by the low lit windows blanketed the long table in the middle of the room. Seated around the table were about twelve ambassadors, three princes, and one king. The king, King Willard of Bulovia, drummed his fingers lightly on the mahogany and rested his cheek on his other hand. He waited. He absolutely despised waiting.

"Divaros is prepared for whatever plot is underway to overthrow the kingdom of Glidonia," one ambassador (the one from the small kingdom of Divaros naturally) said. He was seated kiddy corner to King Willard, who sat at the end of the table.

King Willard could not see the ambassador in the shadowed room. Honestly, where were the candles? He supposed he should have been grateful for the support in overthrowing Glidonia, but Divaros certainly wasn't his first choice in an ally. The country was too small, and it'd been looked down upon for many generations. The fact that they even had a representative at this meeting was a feat their country hadn't seen in decades.

King Willard smoothed his mustache and spoke up: "And how does Divaros plan to assist in this cause? Glidonia is the largest and grandest kingdom on the continent. Before swearing your loyalties, shouldn't you at least be aware of the plan we are hatching?"

Divaros's ambassador sank down in his seat.

"My father has already made the arrangements for my marriage to Princess Courtney," one of the princes (the eldest of King Laurent's boys, or at least King Willard assumed. King Laurent's boys always looked the same to him) at the table spoke up smugly. He shifted in his seat and yawned. "When the princess becomes my queen, we will have the full trust of that foolish king. When that time comes, we can enter his country and be rid of him."

"And what of the other eleven princesses?" Someone asked.

"Seven princesses," King Willard reminded. "Five of them are married now and are ruling as queens and ladies alongside their husbands."

"Which means more allies for Glidonia," someone sighed.

"Even kings can be bought," King Willard said, leaning back in his seat. He tipped backward on his chair and crossed his arms.

King Laurent's son giggled, causing King Willard to fantasize briefly about slitting his throat. Such an annoying boy.

Ah, but that would cause a lot of problems politically, and he needed King Laurent's help in taking over Glidonia.

"King Randolph's eldest is married," one of the ambassadors said. "She is not positioned to take the throne, though. Who is his heir?"

"The royal shoe cobbler," answered King Willard through pursed lips. Silence followed, though it was quickly interrupted by snickers. "King Randolph's seventh daughter, the princess Genevieve, was married at the age of sixteen to the royal cobbler, a boy named Derek, and King Randolph has named him heir to the throne."

With that, full blown laughter sounded. One of the princes smacked the table several times and guffawed.

"A shoe cobbler?" The prince chuckled. "You must be joking! What's he going to do with the throne? What about his military? I suppose their feet will always be comfortable, that's for sure!"

Anger flashed in King Willard's hazel eyes, and the boy backed off.

"Do not underestimate Randolph's kingdom," he said in a low voice. "Although he rules his country in a way I'd deem laughable, because of the efforts of his late wife, Queen Isabella, the country stands nearly impervious. Though he ruled in name, his success came from her genius."

King Randolph was too soft to be really be considered a ruler, but everyone knew (though some liked to deny it because of her gender) that the real reason his country soared over the last thirty years had to do with his wife's political savvy and talent for strategy. The late Queen Isabella was a genius and had she been born a man would have been among the continent's most powerful and revered leaders. Because of her, even with the less than stellar decisions of her husband, Glidonia was still a very formidable opponent to anyone that decided to overtake it. Of course, eight years had passed since the Queen tragically died giving birth to Randolph's twelfth and final daughter. Funny how it was the role of being a woman that brought such a powerful human to her end.

"One cannot hope to slay a beast with a single sword's swing," someone at the table said knowledgably. "You must bleed it out. Such is the case with Glidonia. We must bleed the country of its resources and then move in. The political bands will soon be loosening, and it'll only be a matter of time before the country suffers with it."

King Willard imagined King Randolph and smiled a little. "Fool…"

Once King Randolph was taken care of, the cobbler would be king, but since he and Princess Genevieve had no children as of yet, there was no heir. The country would fall due to its lack of preparedness. Even Queen Isabella didn't prepare her beloved country for this.

"Your grace," King Willard said to King Laurent's son, "When are you to marry Princess Courtney?"

"In just two weeks," the boy replied, throwing back his head. His blonde curls feathered around his head. "My father and Randolph have been good friends since they were both princes. This marriage was arranged to cement their relationship and to ally the kingdoms. I will be leaving for Glidonia in two days."

King Willard smirked.

"And if your father is such good friends with Randolph… then why are you here, plotting his demise?" King Willard asked.

All eyes watched the prince. He yawned and examined his engagement ring. He spun it around his finger three times and said:

"My father's a fool. He's always been. It is time I rid myself of his legacy and start my own." The boy's eyes flashed. Willard was taken aback. He'd seen the boy as just an idiot, not someone worth his time. Now he saw a young ruler capable of much and filled with staggering amounts of ambition. He wished his own children had that attribute.

"Are you willing to play a hand in eliminating His Majesty?" King Willard asked, staring the young man down.

He didn't even do as much as flinch.

"I don't intend to play a hand," the prince answered. "I intend to be the hand that kills him."

Though silence rang in his ears at the prince's statement, King Willard had to grin beside himself. Yes, the boy, though not even twenty-five, was ambitious and prepared to do whatever it took to leave behind a legacy. He liked that. He was reminded never to jump to conclusions about a person.

There was nothing left to be said at the meeting. The men stood, and they exited the room. Just as the prince was about to leave, King Willard caught him by the shoulder.

"Your Majesty?" The Prince said.

"I have some information for you," King Willard said. "And I believe I just might have a plan to make your job much…shall we say…easier…"

The prince's expression lit up in a way that could only be called psychotic.