Princess of Old

Chapter 1

"Why do you always have to ruin my life?" My white summer dress swirled around my ankles as I turn on my heel.

"Get back here Thalia! There is more to be discussed." Eirene Hailwic, the queen as well as my mother, called, her voice bouncing off the marble white walls.

Turning around yet again I glare at my mother through electric blue eyes," I am never going to marry him. Never in a million years. Not even if we were the last to people on earth!"

"Thalia..." Ignoring my mother's plea, I walk out the giant oak door, slamming it behind me.

I run through the carpeted halls until outside, red hair and tears trailing behind. Anger and pain was boiling through my veins. Without slowing, I run through the tall green hedges. Continueing until I reached the white, flower covered gazebo. I skirt around it, still running. I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care. I just kept running.

How did my life get so messed up. I think to myself as I run. Wait, I know! My mother is forcing me to marry, that jerk!

At this point I was beginning to get tired. The only reason I had made it as far as I had, was because of my cross-country running. I took up running as a hobby because for some reason it calmed me. Running allowed me to think. My mother had always disapproved of it. She said it was "un-lady like."

That was when my legs collapsed. I fell to the ground for my legs felt as though they turned to jelly. So, lieing in the middle of a pathway, somewhere in the garden, I cried myself to sleep. The soothing sent of flowers washing over me. My last thoughts being, why must I get married to someone I hate?

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"Hey beautiful." a male voice by my ear and a sturdy hand shaking my shoulder, jolts me from my sleep. Rubbing my eyes I think, how long have I been asleep, and then, who awoke me? Wondering that, I was instantly awake. Swinging my hand to where I heard the voice, I feel it contact skin.

"Ow! What was that for?" a surprised and angered Luke Fitzory yelled.

"I'm sorry. Wait no I'm not! What do you think you're doing, sneaking up on me like that!"

Rubbing the growing welt on his cheek, Luke replies, "calm down beautiful, and I didn't sneak up on you. You were asleep. Apparently someone needs to look after you."

"Stop calling me beautiful!" I shout angrily, turning away from Luke. I walk away from him, ignoring his reply.

I reach one of the many corners and with one hand on the hedge I

look back at Luke. Meeting his hazel eyes for a moment, I say, "Oh and one more thing, Luke. I can take care of myself perfectly fine."

Walking out of his line of sight, I stop and sigh. What have I done to deserve to be engaged with him? With a shake of my head I walk to back the palace, enjoying the sight of the garden.

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A/N

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