I Am Katharine

Golden Hair, Gooden Apple

AUTHORS NOTE.
Hey guys! I really hope you like my little story!! I started this book when I was in about 3rd grade and have just now started to get into it again. So I have kept a lot of the stuff I did in 3rd grade and I have changed a lot. Please tell me if its worth to keep going. Don't want to waste my time :3 Please tell me about any errors or anything! I would love to fix it to perfection.
Thanks so much and enjoy.

If you don't know me I am Katherine. I am the princes of Newbridge. I am the most fairest that ever lived, so I'm commonly told. People fawn over me constantly. They say My hair is blonde kissed with golden lights, and that my skin pure with the tan of the sun. All of the men and woman in my kingdom adore me.
My brave father, the king, King Robert, and gentle mother, Queen Amythia, were not always the king and queen, infact they started off as just presents, not even a serfs. They build this kingdom with hard work and patentice. It makes me wonder why I have so little of both those qualities. In fact I can proudly say that I have really never worked a day in my life. I am very persistent and I like things done a very specific way to my very specific needs without me doing them myself. My parents question where I get this outrageous attitude. They still love me deeply even if I am very hard headed and have my own outspoken opinions. They say that many people admire that however; How could they not? I simply deserved everything that I want. I really do. I mean I am somewhat nice to the people and I do some of the maids work, like for example I once put my shoe back on after it fell off. SEE!? I am very nice. I deserve the best!
I am turning 16 soon and should be marrying someone and I have already chosen my lucky man; Paris. Oh Paris, he is the most handsome man in this whole realm. His hair is dark brown and extremely luscious. He has very pure olive skin like me and is such a gentlemen. Paris is very strong and sculpted like he was a god. He isn't aware that we are getting married yet and I honestly think he doesn't like me at all but I love him. He's so dreamy.  My father plans for him to stay with us so we can get to know each other first. Personally I think that is ridiculous because who in the world would not want to marry me? I am in sort of a dilemma though I was out in the yard with a few of my lady friends and they told me about how their husbands don't even love them at all or pay any attention to them. I will not stand for that. Paris will love me like I love him. He will adore me, and he will succumb to all of my wished. I will force Paris to love me no matter what the cost. The girls will be so jealous of our magical love.
My point is to have Paris prince of troy to fall deeply in love with me. So I went to the greek gods and asked Aphrodite to help me. She had promised me that I could have the most handsome of them all and Paris was the one I yearned for, obviously. So Aphrodite made a plan with a golden apple that is covered with a love potion. Paris is on a hunting trip with my father so that would give me time to get in and get out of his resting room while he is staying at my our castle. I worry though. I don't want him to see me. No one can know about this love potion.                                                                     
Apple in hand I tuck it under my sleeve and walk past many dark wooden doors and look for the one with his name carved on it. I always surprise myself while going through my castle. It's very big. It's not big, it's ginourmus. I know that Paris and my father will be back very soon and so I have to be quick and swift. I put the golden apple on his nightstand. 'This should be good' I say to myself. I hear the thundering of the horses and laughter of Paris and father. The window shows a full image of them racing back to the stables. I have to get out. I swing out of the room like I wasn't even there.
I stay hidden in the next room while Paris goes to his room and cleans himself. I can feel my heart start to race a little. This is all to exciting. Paris is so close to being mine and it makes my knees weak.
Paris comes out of the bathroom and only has on a towel. I shutter inside. He has muscles that I crave to touch... I have never felt this way about anything or anyone. I am so strong but Pais makes me feel so fragile.
I am standing at his door. I propped myself on the frame.
"Eck-Hem" I clear my though to get his attention. He jumps of shock from my sudden presents.
"How was hunting with my father?"
"It was great. Your father is a great king. I really do admire him." he replies.
"Well, aren't you just a the sweetest." At this point I feel my sarcasm fall off my tongue. He doesn't seem too impressed by this. I need to keep up the conversation. I need him to bite the apple. Just one bite Aphrodite said.
I did not want to seem suspicious so I asked "Where did you get that golden apple?"
"I'm not sure."
"Well, just so you know we at Newbridge have the most sourest, sweatiest apples in the whole kingdom." I tried to say but did not want to sound too demanding.
"The maids probably put in here for a courtesy. You should try it. I always love to see people try our apples for the first time. They're so delicious!"
My heart begins to speed rapidly. 
He chuckles a little bit "Dinner's almost done, I'll have it after."
"No, come on do it now." I actually demand now.
"Will you leave if I do?" He says that as if he is being the sarcastic one.
I roll my eyes dramatically. I am the only one who can be sarcastic.
"I will." I tilt my head and flashed a small smirk.
He stares at the apple on his nightstand and lets out a breath. One hand holding his towel, and the other on the apple.
I can feel my blood circulate through my whole body. I am now holding my breath. So many things are going through my head at this moment.  Paris lifts the apple close to is mouth and puts back his lips letting his teeth sink into the juicy fruit. He takes a bite and he looked at me as if I should now be satisfied. It didn't work.  I was hoping him to say I love you and we would fall in each other's arms.
"Alright, now I need to get changed Princess."
I nod acting all fine but I'm actually disappointed and extremely sad. I feel my feet hit the floor and just make a patter sound. Tears begin to well in my eyes. Suddenly I jump at the sound of a loud crash. It came from Paris's room. I rush back into his room with my dress in my hand to keep from tripping on it. He way lying on the floor, now with pants on though. I just look at him for a moment and hope to the gods above that he is not dead. I go to his side and shake him. His skin is so warm and soft to the touch. His eyes flutter open and I let out a huge sigh of relief. I forget completely about the love potion. Is this is? Is this when we lock eyes and then become completely in love. I watch his eyes. They are just looking at me... they are so deep and full of confusion.
"Paris... Are-are you alright?" I asked. I see his eyes change from dark brown with gold to a purple haze with some shades of blue. What's happening?
"Paris?" I repeat. I feel his eyes. I feel as if they are staring deep inside my soul. My stomach is full of fear and confusement. His mouth opens as if he is going to say something and I lean in closer to hear and hush my breath.
"Who are you?.... And Where am I?"