Chapter 2

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Paris POV

When I go inside, my parents are in the back, cooking. My mother brings out a tray of chocolate chip cookies.
"They look delicious mother." I say sweetly.
"Thank you."
Our first customer for today walks in.
I guy not much older than my father.
"I need a dozen cookies," he tells me.
"Okay Sr. Is that all."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Okay they will be 5 gold coins," I tell him.
He gives me the money and I put it in a sack.
"Be back in 20 minutes Sr." I tell him.
He walks out just as my mother brings a few trays of cookies and brownies.
"I'll help you mother," I as I take one of the trays.
After she leaves a boy comes in.
He looks my age.
"Please can I have a loaf of bread,"
I fell bad for him, he doesn't look like he is homeless, but as I get a better look at him, I see he is very skinny.
My father walks in with 10 loafs of bread.
"Remember no giving away free food," he whispers to me, looking at the boy.
As soon as he leaves I throw a loaf of bread to the starving boy.
"Thank you-"
"You welcome."
He leaves the bakery.
Before I know it its sunset, and we have to close up.
I go in my brother and my room my brother is already in there.
"Who was that guy you were with sis," Christopher starts, "You know you got off his horse,"
"That was a prince," I tell him as I giggle.
Lights out my mother yells.

In the morning I make sure I get up early so I can go to the field with the prince.
When I walk outside I see him on his horse.
Now he's not dressed like a Prince, but a villager.
"Let us go." he says he helps me on his horse.
We start riding.
"So yesterday I never caught your name," he says to me.
"I'm Paris," I tell him. "And you are?"
"Prince William the 3rd, of ByWay island,"
ByWay isn't to far away from Cold Pine, our kingdom.
"We're here,"
When I walk up some I see our princess, standing by a target.
I get on the ground.
"Your majesty," I say looking up some.
"You can get up," she says wile giggling.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I like archery too."

Princess POV

Something tells me that we are going to be friends for a long time.

Paris POV

The Prince and I talk a lot will the princess try's to hit the bullseye. We all have a lot in common.
Before I know it, its pass time to open shop.
The prince gives me a ride home.
"Thank you,"
"Your welcome,"
Right before I walk in side he calls my name and when I turn around he kisses me.
I kiss back for a second, but then push him away.
"Your Marring the princess remember!!!"
"I don't care," he says as he try's to kiss me again.
"I'm sorry for this," I say as I run inside and close the door.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 02, 2015 ⏰

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