Stolen

Chapter 1

Hello fellow readers after i had made my previous story of sonamy i thought i might make another story. I hope you like it please comment if there is any mistakes. 

Amy was standing in her part of the Royal garden of her castle, surrounded by beautiful colors of all the roses she could have wanted. She loved roses, they were her favorite flowers. She felt she could just let herself go in the sweet scented aroma of the fatal flowers, allow herself to feel their soft petals caress her skin, and maybe, if she was lucky, get pricked by a thorn. In all her sixteen years of living, she never got pricked by a thorn from a rose, for every rose that was given to her was cleared of the pointed spikes. To be completely honest, the sharpest thing she ever held in her hand was a fork, no one allowed to her to touch a knife or anything that could cause her to bleed by just touching it. her food was always cut small enough for her to fit into her mouth, her envelopes were always already opened when she got them, but was assured that the letter had not been removed from within the folded paper nor read by anyone, her feather pens were always rounded at the tip so she couldn't stab herself on accident. She bled only a few times in her life, and that was when she lost teeth, and that was it. whenever she came close to falling, a guard caught her before she could hit the ground, and she rarely falls. Her mother had taught her ballet and that gave her grace and balance that most women envied.

She picked one of the roses n her garden, one of the roses in her garden, running her finger along the flawless stem, inhaling the scent within the pink petals. She had every colored roe there was, in her garden, everyone of them except for a black rose. She had only seen one in paintings and heard of them in books she has read, but she's never seen one for herself. She wanted to hold one, even though they were known as a sign of misfortune or sometimes death, she didn't' care, she just wished that she could smell one. Every rose may smell a like, but there was always a different feeling to each one she smelt. She had asked her parents to find her a black rose, and they had told her they would give what she wished, only when she received the bouquet of "black" roses, was she upset. They were simple white roses that had been painted black to look real. She had thrown them away after her disappointing discovery, but didn't dare let her parents know of her sadness.

A black rose was not a the only thing she desired, she also wishes for nothing but a moment outside her castle's wall. They weren't tall at all and she could easily climb over it, but guards were always around when she went outside. She was never alone outside. She had questioned her parents why she wasn't allowed to go on the other side of the wall, why she couldn't see the people of her kingdom in person. When she had said this, they had brought a few villagers into the castle so she could give them a private tour. Amy knew they meant well, and gave her whatever she wanted, but it wasn't always exactly what she had in mind.

Amy's head shot up when she heard loud pounding coming from her side. She looked over the small wall, seeing an elderly looking rabbit hammering a piece of paper to a tree. Amy was able to read what it said. Wanted: Dead or Alive. Sonic the Hedgehog, 300 rings reward and Amy could make out her father's signature at the bottom, right underneath a picture of a rather handsome blue hedgehog, but she couldn't make out specific details about him. The only thing that she really thought of him was that he had to be some criminal if her father was the one enforcing the finding of this . . . boy, and 300 rings would be quite the reward. Though she wasn't sure that even if she saw him, she wouldn't turn him in, he did look rather handsome of what she could see. Amy shook her head violently, like she was trying to get the thought to fly out of her ear. What is she thinking? She's to be married to a very handsome, wealthy hedgehog in a few weeks. He was handsome, but he just wasn't what she had hoped her parents would have chosen for her, but most of all, she had wished that she could at least choose who she marries. The man she was to marry was Shadow the Hedgehog, a duke, and he was nice, polite, he treated her like a lady and respectfully. He brought her roses almost every day, but he was . . . to quiet, to preserved, not exciting enough, not that Amy had really ever experienced anything exciting in her life.