Shooting for the Moon

Chapter 1

"You're so beautiful." He smiled at me, causing my heart to slightly pick up its already fast pace. I was wrapped in his arms, arms that I never wished to leave. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight, making him more handsome, even though I'd thought it impossible.

He was stunning compared to myself. He had an awe-striking height of 6'7, while I was stuck at the average height of 5'0. His long blond hair was constantly flopping in his face, making him irresistible-looking. My hair was plain brown, something I'd enhairited from my mother, and extremely frizzy (also from my mother). He was lean and muscled, though not over muscled. Once again, I was average in that department, too. Not fat. Not skinny, to my dismay. I couldn't help but wonder what this man was doing, holding me and calling me names I knew weren't true. Words like beautiful, graceful, and funny.

Then I suddenly pulled away from his embrace, remembering why he was so nice. This man wanted me for what I could give him. But it wasn't mine to give. He probably didn't realize that my fathers money- his power- wasn't mine.

"I'm sorry," I whispered staring down at my shoes.

"What are to talking about?" He questioned, trying to take ahold of my hand. Anger flashed through me. How dare he try to touch me without permission!

"Andrew!"

"No!" The man lunged for me, tackling me to the ground. "Please! Please, Meg, don't do this! I didn't mean anything!" He pleaded with me.

What did he mean, he didn't do anything? HE HAD JUST TACKED ME TO THE GROUND!

"Get off!" I hissed through my teeth. Anger was pouring out of ever inch of my body. He slowly lifted his body off of mine and held his hand out, offering to help me up. But I refused.

"Andrew!" I called out again. The man next to me stiffened.

Andrew, who wasn't the man next to me, came out of the bushes, which surrounded me and the man in the garden. He smiled at me and asked, "What can I do for you, Princess?"

Frowning at him with narrowed eyes I replied, " Take this man out of my sight. I wish to see him no more!"

Andrews smile widened, my glare doing nothing to him. "Yes, Princess." He grabbed the mans arm, and started to pull him away.

"Meg! Please!" He strained in Andrews grip, but was unable to get free.

Turning away from them, and that mans pleading eyes, I walked away. I wouldn't miss him, though his arms had given me warmth.

It wasn't always like this. Most men would plead with me, and others would be furious that I would refuse them. I preferred the ones who went without complaint, but their weren't many of those kind of men.

I walked out of the lush garden and onto the paved sidewalk, which would lead me back to the castle.

I thought about how furious my father would be if I were caught walking back, my dress torn from being tackled. He would just have to get over it though. Andrew would make sure that my father wouldn't find the man who had done this. Besides, Andrew was probably already treating within an inch of his life, talking about how he musent share what had happened.

I smiled to myself thinking if how that man would cower in fear of Andrew. That man might have been strong and tall, but I highly doubted that any man could beat Andrew in a fight.

Andrew is a tall man, just as tall as the other man. His strength was jaw-dropping. His muscle ripped in his arms and legs when he walked and his speed was incredible. This is why he's my body guard, I thought to myself.

Coming around a curve, the castle can into view. It wasn't one of those "moat and bridge" castles. It hardly even looked like a castle. I thought of it more as an extremely huge mansion, though father would never let me say that in public.

Vines grew up along the castle walls, huge windows placed all around the ginormous building. It was made of red brick, and had wide doors. At the back of the house were single doors used for the many maids and hired help. Bushes and flowers went all around the vast yard, making the home look inviting, dispight it being so huge.

I walked through the maids door, not wanting mother or father to find me. The door led to the kitchen, a big room which I tried to avoid. It was far to hot, with ovens and table placed everywhere so the maids could all work together to feed the Royals. There was only one maid in the room. She was a short girl, with pixie cut hair. She didn't notice me, and I wanted to keep it that way.

I pushed my butt up along the wall and slowly made my way to the door. Making sure I didn't make any noise, I tiptoed past her, while she worked with the yeast for tonight's dinner. With my back to her, I bolted for the door.

A loud CLANG! went through the room, and I winced. She had seen me.

"Princess!" She gasped. "I'm so sorry, your highness! I didn't realize you were there." I turned around to find the girl bowing on the floor, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"It's alright," I sighed, "I didn't want to be found."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Would you like to call, Hindi?" Hindi is my personal maid.

Laughing, I said, "No. Carry on. And you mustn't tell a soul I was here. Understud?"

She frowned, confused at my request but nodded her head anyway. "Yes, ma'am."

With that done, I followed the maid hallways without being found. I entered my rooms, and slept.