No Perfect Royalty (Editing)

Chapter One

Luna had been a princess for four years exact now. She counted everyday, this place of royalty was her prison. Holding her behind its tall iron gates. Locking her away with the heavy oak doors. Teasing her with the wide windows.

She never wanted to be royal. For she thought she would be a horrid queen. Her suiter would dislike her.

Although that was all quite a lie. Luna was a striking beauty. Long mahogany hair that ran the length of her back. The deepest blue of eyes that shone brighter than the sea. Her skin never held a blemish. Her figure had filled out well with the help of puperty. Filling her out at the hips, giving her larger breasts. She would be a mans dream in the village. For she was not only stunning, she was brilliant. By the time she was thirteen she could take out any Royal Guard. She knew about magic, how to use it. She could speak several different lanauges, she was the prodigy of Alkiery.

Yet Luna did have her down sides. Looks and brains were fine for a princess. Although breaking rules was not. And that was what she did. Broke rules. More then any other princess before her.

With her brilliance came a way to out smart guards. Being able to sneak into the village and see her friend. Collin. A boy a year older than her. Who was also quite the man. Dull red hair that was normally short, green eyes the shade of grass. The boy who was like his father. A blacksmith. One who knew how to use magic much like Luna.

Before Luna was taken to become a queen the village talked about them marrying one day.

She had also broken the 'you can't do things for youself' rule. Everyday she would shoo her assistans away and dress herself. Pulling her corset on, then her dress. Doing her hair. Doing what they were to do for her.

She was quite the rebellious girl. Everyone knew it. Even she knew it herself.

Most people also knew that she would be a great queen. She knew how to rule. How to treat people. Luna did not however think of herself. She still saw herself as one thing.

The little girl taken from the village to become what? A somewhat reliable queen? She saw herself as a weak girl who was taken. She hated it. It was the one thing she was guilty for. Leaving the faimly. Becoming the one thing she didn't want to be. They didn't want her to be. A queen. In the line of royalty.

She was going to prove the Council wrong. She would not be their queen. They had picked the wrong girl for the job.