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Fallen

Soph always thought she was a normal teen. Her uncle took care of her, along with his friend, Henry. Her uncle always told her that her parents died in a car crash, after being hit head on, when she was only a year old. And why should she believe any different? That was her life. Her uncle raised her, didn't he? Then one certain transfer student had to mess it up with his good looks, and his incredebly sexy accent.

Sebastian Roberts was just transfered from his hometown in Nersevent, Konerne. A girl there grabs his attention, for she looks just like the kidnapped princess of Konerne. Tales and Legends tell of this girl, with a sad preface, and a dramatic fate. Could it be her?

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(A/N: This is in third person, but the rest of the story is in first person)

Princess Annabella Sophia Rosalie the First.

That was what Cassandras’ baby was named. Cassandra made sure no one forgot it. And if any one happened to forget, she made sure everyone got personalized 8’9” pictures of AnnaBella, so that everyone will have at least one picture of her in their homes.

Cassandra was simply bursting with joy at the miracle in her arms. The little girl with dark auburn hair and deep hazel eyes, and this little girl was quite the spitfire.

The eyes uncovered themselves as Annabella awoke from a peaceful slumber. The eyes burned through Cassandra with an intensity she could not imagine, as if this child could see into your soul, and unravel your deepest, darkest secrets.

She shivered slightly under the gaze, and cooed to the girl that was apparently ‘impossible’ to create, after three years of trying, Annabella was alive and healthy.

“My Queen.”

Henry, the youngest servant at only 15, sounded frantic as he addressed his master.

“How many times do I tell you, Henry? Call me Cassie. I have no wish to be treated higher than anyone, much less addressed that way”

“I am terribly sorry, my Q- Cassie.” Henry stuttered, trying the name against his lips.

Cassandra rolled her eyes and asked warmly, “Good. Now, what were you saying?”

“His majesty has requested you in his study.”

Cassandra immediately brightened at the mention of her husband, King Michale.

“Did he say what about?”

“No, madam”

Cassandra ignored the ‘madam’ and, after telling the maids to take good care of the miracle, happily gathered her skirts in one hand, and locked the door behind her. She skipped to her husband’s study, giggling the whole while. Love was blinding her, and she didn’t notice the strange man lurking in the corner of the hallway until it was too late.

Arriving at the oak paneled door, Cassandra knocked three times before opening it to find her husband sitting at his desk, deep in thought.

“Hey, Mike.”

Michale’s neck snapped up, a slow grin stretching across his face.

“Hola, Cass”

  Cassandra laughed softly, approaching the desk. After 5 years, they were still utterly in love, and they haven’t changed one bit. Michale his silly self, Cassandra still a nerd at heart.

 “So I was thinking…” Cassandra trailed off. “We haven’t tried our luck at another.” She finished smirking slightly.

Michale looked at her, his feet moving on their own accord, he got to her, his beautiful high school sweetheart, and put her chin in his palm, forcing her to look at him. She bit her lip and stared at him through her thick russet lashes, causing him to groan, and thrust his lips onto hers. The familiar taste of peaches overwhelmed him, shots of electricity vibrated though his being, making his knees weak, she knotted her slim fingers into his hair, loving the smooth texture and tugged. He groaned, and scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, like a reflex. He stumbled backwards until the cool metal of his desk hit the back of his knees, kneeling him over until he was laying on the desk, he nibbled and sucked her bottom lip, causing a moan erupt from deep inside of her throat.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” He murmured against her lips.

“I am the one who owes. Besides, you called for me, your wish is my command.”

He froze. I called her? “I did?”

She pulled away, confused. “Yes, Henry said you called for me.”

His eyes widened for a second before becoming frantic. Without a second thought, he pulled her off of him, setting her down on his desk, racing across hallways toward the babies’ room. He bust the dead-locked door down, and got there in time to see two figures worming their way down across the floor, under the smoke polluting the air, and over the dead, bloody bodies of the maids. The fire had started in the corner of the room, and was gaining rapidly.

Time slowed down for Michale as he dropped to the floor, using his arms and legs to push his way closer to the men. He was now only a few feet behind them. Before he could blink, the men had slithered across the floor with almost unnatural speed, and had jumped through the window. Sadness consumed him, before hope sparked a light in his chest. He covered his mouth with his hand, keeping fresh air in there, jumped up and ran toward the window, and dived through, he landed on his rear end, calling for guards to go after the men. Instead of following orders, the guards had him cuffed with a blade against his neck.

The thing that hurt the most, was not that they had betrayed him.

Oh, no. The thing that hurt the most, was that they had arrested his wife as well, as if the pain wasn’t enough that his one and only daughter had been taken from him, without a spare thought for his emotions.

Without a spare thought for her safety.