The Swan Princess & The Swan Princess 2

Chapter Three

{TO answer everyone's questions..this is based off a movie, and the movie is a cartoon called The Swan Princess. The rights to not belong to me, but the additional characters and plots are mine. Thank you for the votes and comments, and I will update as much as I can. And I think the story will have probably about 20 chapters, and a sequel maybe, if you guys really like it! Thanks again lovelies!}

Prince Antonio in the pic

Chapter Three:

{Alivia's P O V}

The music was loud and beautiful, and women's dresses danced with them, men's tunic shinned in the night. Tiaras and crowns alike all shimmered underneath the glow of candles.

I stood currently with a friend of mine, named Grimhilda. "So, ya mean he jus' kissed ya!" Hilda said in my ear, as a pen pal I told her many a things. And today was no different when I told her of the events that occurred earlier in the apple orchard.

"Yes.." a blush once again racked my skin. "Oh, someone is comin' hush." Hilda said. "Oh, he's new.... Never seen him before." She commented to me, since my back was turned.

"Excuse me, Your highnesses, But if I may, may I have this dance with her majesty." Hilda smiled and nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry, I meant Princess Alivia." I gasped. No one has asked me to dance, ever. Since you know, I am betrothed to Grant since I was practically in a cloth rag and drooled over everything.

"Why yes you may..." I said, slightly nervous. I mean Grant never asked me to dance more than the occasional required dance, what if I fell over my dress, or I tripped and fell down on my bum?

He smiled, and his teeth were beautiful. "Prince Antonio." He introduced himself, his voice like black silk. I smiled and gave him my gloved hand. "Princess Alivia."

His hair was black, and swept to the side, his skin pale, but that made his bright green eyes stand out. He looked about twenty and one, and his height made me look like a child. More so than I already looked.

"So tell me, Prince Antonio, what brings you here? I've never happened to see you before, as I would have remembered a face like yours.." He smiled at my comment and bowed to start the dance, and I curtsied back.

Lands, did I just flirt with him? I should be ashamed! I'm betrothed...well, almost...kinda? Would flirting even be allowed?

But my thoughts were interrupted when the angle himself spoke. "My father finally let me attend, I had been wanting to come to a ball for forever. I admit as girlish it sounds, I do enjoy a good party." I smiled.

I am smiling at him an awful lot....

I did a twirl as the song would incline I should, and he would spin the opposite way. And for the rest of the dance Antonio we continued on with this flirtatious banter and reasonable questions. And he told me quite a lot about him, surprisingly. His middle name was Lee, his mother too like mine, died during childbirth. He was an only child, he loves to paint, and he absolutely loves to ride horses. And instead of being a Prince, he has always wanted to be a knight.

Whereas I told him about my skills in horse riding, singing and instruments, and sewing, and that my middle name was Marie. I also told him about my childhood with Grant, since he asked.

"So he called you Ugly Ollie?" Antonio said, smiling almost breaking out into a laugh I nodded. "I admit we weren't the best of friends." He laughed at my reply. But as soon as my sour mood came, it ended when Antonio said to me; "He must have not liked you to call a beautiful women like yourself Ugly Ollie." I smiled, no I practically beamed at the comment. A Beautiful Women.

"Do tell me Prince Antonio, have your friends never given you an awful name?" He cringed. "Indeed they did. The few amount of friends that I had." I grinned.

More flirting on my part...but he was flirting too...does that count for something? Oh lands, I am a mess tonight...

"Do tell!" I smiled, taking another sip of the wine cup we had just grabbed at the refreshments table. Along with the wine were many delicate cakes and fruits and vegetables. Dinner wouldn't be served at this ball that was for the ball at the end of the summer, when Grant and Eugenia leave for their country.

"They called me Little Ant. I was rather short majority of my life, until my fourteenth birthday. I was no longer called Ant upon my fourteenth birthday to say the least." We both began laughing.

I hadn't laughed this much my entire life!

"Alivia." I turned at the sound of Grant's voice. He sounded mad, but I didn't care, I had tears in my eyes from the amount of laughter I had.

I wish Grant was as fun and flirty as Antonio..

"Yes, Grant?" I said, trying to stop laughing.

"Can I talk to you?" I looked at him oddly, no longer laughing. His face was tensed and his eyes held an odd emotion in them...Was he...jealous?

"If you wish." I spoke softly, then turned towards Antonio and whispered in his ear "Goodbye Little Ant." And as I walked away I heard him call out, "Farewell Ugly Ollie." I saw Grant tense at the name. What was wrong with him?

He took me behind the columns. Still in sight, but solitude was granted if one needed a private conversation. What could he possibly want in that moment.

"Who is he?" I looked at him, shocked to say the least. What is with the interrogation?

"What?" I asked, still shocked at his question. "Are you daft Alivia? I asked who he was!" His voice slightly higher than a whisper.

"Prince Antonio, but I don't see why you had to drag me from his presence to ask me that, when I could have had you introduced!" My own voice at a slight yell, Grant then grabbing my arm when I turned to leave, squeezing harder than he needed.

"Get off of me this instant." I said, lowering my voice, so no one would come behind the pillars and stumble upon this sticky situation we now where at.

"Not until you promise that you will stay away from Prince Antonio. Something about him isn't right." Grant slightly releasing my arm, enough for me to release my arm fully from his grasp.

"Listen Grant, I can speak to whomever I please, unless I decide otherwise. Last time I knew of, we weren't married, or betrot-" _"-that's a lie Liv and you know it!" I glared, "NO, you know it's true! We have till I am nineteen to decide otherwise, and until you buck up the courage to ask me, I will see whoever I want. Whether my father cares or not. You've pushed me to my limits. You emotionally, and physically hurt me all the time, so if I meet someone who won't I will act upon it! And don't call me Liv." And with that I stormed off, towards my room.

Completely ignoring all proprieties and mannerisms, I ran to my room. Tears streaming out of my eyes.

When I made it to my room, I took of the clothes I was wearing, and went to my wardrobe placing on my peasant clothes that Grace let me borrow when I wanted to escape.

It was a white shirt, with shorter sleeves, a brown corset and a red skirt, a brown cape and a brown cloth to tie my hair back, that now cascaded down my back in curls. I took off the silk shoes that my feet rested in, placing on new stockings and a pair of brown boots, and walked out of the room, hood on, towards the servants stairwell, leaving the castle grounds.

There was one place I knew I would find solitude, and whether anyone knew where I was going, I didn't care.

I raced into the stables, riding Fanny bareback, the castle noise and lights behind me, no one questioning, an honestly, me not caring....

P.s- An update (or two) will happen later tonight..:)