Dangerous Love

Chapter 1

"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew." -William Shakespeare

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Leila's POV
Love is something you can't control. You can't chose who you fall in love with.

This is something I constantly told myself throughout our relationship. My life took a turn I never saw coming. I wanted what every girl my age wanted, to fall in love, get married and live happily ever after with their rich Prince Charming. What most girls don't know is that your Prince Charming doesn't have to be rich and you don't always get happily ever afters because life just isn't like that. Outside our mansions or castles life is hard, rough and unfair. If you're lucky enough to be from a wealthy family then life won't be as hard, but don't think that people with riches have it easy I'm just saying that we have it easier.

Or so you and I thought...

I never liked being from a wealthy family. I'm never allowed to be myself. Sometimes I just want to run away but something tells to stay and so I listen to it. The closest thing I've done to running away is dressing up as a peasant and going to the market just to get away for a bit. It relaxes me a lot. The way all those people are squished up against you. The way everyone is pushing you and the sound of children crying and laughing. It all so mesmerized. I wish I was part of that world. It's funny how so many peasants but not all want to be wealthy and powerful while some wealthy people want to be "normal". I guess people are never happy with what they have. I'm one of those people...sadly.

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I was getting ready to go to the market right now. I walked over to my closet and picked some clothe. I picked a simple white tunic that went almost to my wrist and a baby blue skirt that went to my ankles. I grabbed my old brown boots and put them on. I went over to my vanity and started combining through my blonde wavy hair. I was debating if I should put it in a ponytail or not. I decided not to since I liked feeling the wind brush through my hair. I grabbed my cloock from my dresser and head out.

I throw a rope from my window and started to climb down. I remember the first time I did this. I fell. Hard. And it hurt. A lot. But after I got up I was happy to be out and somewhat free. Luckily I didn't fall this time. I run through the beautiful garden in the side of our house. It has a variety of different flowers and colors. Their divided my colors, we have the red ones, the white ones, the blue ones, the yellow ones and many more beautiful colors. After I get out of our garden I jump over the gate and go straight to the market. I walk/run 2 miles from my house and I can finally relax. I walk past some small houses oh I wish I could live in on of them, they look cozy. Not like my house that gets cold and lonely at night.

I'm walking around the market looking at pretty jewelry and other things. I never buy anything because as much as I wish I was a "normal person" I could never wear fake jewelry or cheap fabric. So as I'm walking down the street and I feel a strong arm pull me to an alley. The person covers my mouth and pulls down my hoodie and says "I know who you are"