Runaway Princess

The Princess

Chapter 1: The Princess

-Princess Alexandria Monroe's Point of View (POV):

"Milady," Andrew bows, and holds his hand out. "May I have this dance?"

"Why, of course, kind sir," I grab his hand, and we glide to the nonexistent music.

"You are quite the dancer," he laughs, lightly.

"I could say the same for you, Andrew." I giggle as he lowers me towards the ground.

"I think the royals would be enraged if they found out about us," Andrew frowns, looking over at the castle, my castle.

"We could run away, together." I add, as he spins me out, and back into his arms.

"Or, we could keep having these secret meetings." Andrew suggests.

"Mother and father will soon want my to wed a prince, then I shall not be able to leave the castle as much, and the others would get suspicious if they saw that you aren't wed." I sigh, as we stop dancing under our tree.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, princess." he pokes my nose, "I shall find a way."

"I sure hope so, I don't know what I'll do without you," I sigh, as he holds me in his arms.

"We may have to run away, but I shall try to find a way." he reassures me.

"I should be getting back, mother may get worried." I sigh, as I put my bright red cloak on.

"We wouldn't want her majesty to wait, now do we," he smirks.

"No, we do not. Until next time, Andrew." I peck him on the cheek, and then make my way back to the castle, quickly.

~

"Where have you been, princess? Your training started minutes ago," my maid asks, hurriedly.

"I was wondering around, Martha. I lost track of time, I am deeply sorry." I apologize.

"Just change into this dress. We have guests today." Martha hands me a silky dress.

"Guests? Who would be coming to our castle?" I ask her, as she straps my corset together.

"Your betrothed, princess." Martha informs me.

"Betrothed? But I am not yet sixteen." I frown.

"Exactly, the king is waiting until after your birthday to have the wedding." Martha sighs.

"Who am I betrothed to?" I ask her.

"I have not a slight idea, but you'll find out when you get out there for tea." Martha fixes my hair, as I smooth out my dress.

The dress is a silky green, bringing out my brown eyes, as my brown hair falls over my shoulders in waves. Then my pale skin seems to shine.

"Thank you, Martha. I shall be going then." I leave my chambers, and enter the dining area.

"Ah, there you are, darling." father smiles, as I enter the room.

"I apologize for being late." I smile at the boy at the table.

"Not a problem, at least you are here now." father sits down, and I sit across from the boy.

"Alexandria, this is Prince Timothy." mother introduces us.

"It's nice to meet you." I bow my head.

"No, the pleasure is mine." he smiles.

~

"He was so acting! I mean, I shall never buy the act! He just sat there, smiling. He was scheming, and I can tell it." I ramble on to Andrew.

"Why don't you give him a chance? Maybe he'll surprise you." Andrew smiles.

Andrew, oh Andrew, he may be a commoner, but he has the looks of a prince. He has messy blonde hair, and emerald green eyes. He's the perfect match for me.

"Why should I? You are the one for me." I frown.

"No, for your parents sake, just until I find a way for us to be together." he reassures me.

"Alright, just until then, but please hurry. I can't keep up the act for long." I plead.

"Don't you worry about a thing, princess. I'll save you from the evil prince," he chuckles.

"It's not funny," I pout, as I shove him, playfully.

"Alright, alright." he laughs. "I have to go. Until next time, love." Andrew kisses my cheek, and then leaves.

I quickly make my way back to the castle, and once I'm in my chambers, I fall asleep against the door.