My Cinderella (Arthur Pendragon love story.)

Prologue

It is the year 1313 and the young Isabella who is about 15 years old is working outside picking apples from the tall tree in the middle of the garden. Her dog, Jesse was lying under the shade of the almighty tree. Isabella reached up for the apple that sat more than 10 feet above her head. She swung her arm trying to grab the apple but she just couldn't reach it. Sighing she tried again. She jumped a little moved up toward the apple, she knocked it and it then went tumbling down towards Jesse. The apple hit Jesse on the head, making her jump up and look around. "Sorry Jesse, everything is alright." Laughed Isabella.

She slowly climbed down the tree and pick up the basket full of fresh, juicy red apples. "Come on Jesse."  Together they walked back towards the house. Standing outside the house was her father smiling as they went towards him. "Hello Father, is there anything you need me to do?" Her father shook his and said, "Sorry my Dear but I have been called to Camelot by the King." Isabella's face turned sad as she looked at her father, "But why, Father, Are you in trouble?" Her father looked at her frightened face before laughing a little. "No my dear, I do not know what the King wants but I have to be in Camelot. I cannot refuse the King. But I will promise you that I will be back here in the next week or so." He then kissed her head and went inside the house.

Later that day Isabella and her mother Rose were standing side by side, waving at her father as he rode off on the back of his almighty black horse towards Camelot. Isabella then set off to town to see her best friend, Violet, who she had met a few years earlier. They met just on the outskirts of the town before walking in together. They went to each of the stands looking at the fresh bread that had just been baked that morning to the fresh fruits and vegetables all payed nearly on the table in front of her. Sighing she walked away from the delicious foods as she could never afford to buy an food of that quality. Suddenly the girls were alarmed when they heard a trumpet sound and the humming of many horse shoes, galloping towards the entrance of the market.

The girls were pushed back to the side as about 20 horses came riding into view. Royal Horses. Isabella knew that it was either the king or the prince. Most likely the Prince. The horses started slowing down as they reached the middle of the town. And there he came riding in followed by even more men on horses. The Prince. The girls all swooned as soon as they saw him. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes but then again he was full of himself, he didn't care about the others around him. The Prince leapt off of his horse and everyone fell into a bow before him. His name was Arthur. The Prince Arthur of Camelot. Next to him stood Merlin the sweet, funny and magical servant to Arthur. Merlin looked around and smiled at all the people standing, looking around.

The Prince stepped forward. But then Isabella decided that she wasn't going listen to what he had to say so she started to leave. Luckily she managed to escape the wondering eyes of the Prince. She began walking home. She had something that nobody knew about, she was an excellent singer and dancer. Humming to herself she slowly walked home in her world. Therefore she did not hear the sound of the galloping horses coming towards her.  The galloping horse shoes stopped and someone jumped off of their horse.

She still didn't hear anything. But she stopped as soon as she felt a hand gently place itself on her shoulder. She slowly turned around and came face to face with the person she never thought she would ever see up close.
Prince Arthur.