#Shay

Part 1 of 5

I sigh and awaken.
I see my silken bed and mahogany bed as usual.
My butler stood to the side ready to help choose my outfit for the day.
"My lord, what would you prefer to wear today?" He spoke in his normal fantasy accent.
"The usual." I replied.
When I choose a wife I want her to love me for who I am.
Not for some silly clothing.
"As you wish." He strides out of the room to retrieve the clothing he believes that I would agree best to.
I sigh for the second time that morning.
I had the hardest time choosing a wife.
My father, the king, told me if I haven't chosen a fiancé by the time I was 14 I would be forced to marry Margaret.
I shivered.
Anyone but her...
She was the farthest choice from a spouse than you could imagine.
All she wanted to do all day was to drink tea, eat crumpets, pester me about my hobbies, and watch the daily executions.
I looked out of my window at the garden that swept for hundreds of feet.
I noticed a young girl about my age in the Rose patch.
I couldn't see her clearly but I know it was definitely a girl.
I frowned.
Most people don't get in here easily.
She must be a lady or princess.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to see my dad.
He was looking at the girl with interest in his eyes.
"Once you get dressed, I want you to ask her for her hand in marriage." He said it firmly leaving me no other choice.
I nodded and he left the room.
Soon I was dressed in one of the most normal outfits I had.
A white and golden silk tunic.
A cape to match for the winter weather was cold.
Grey pants.
I pulled on the black leather boots and went to my wash room.
I cleaned my face and did a three second come to my always messy hair.
I glanced at my crown.
I hated it.
It was a white gold color with spikes that dug in my scalp.
I put it on top my head and walked towards the maiden in the rose patch.
As I got closer I heard talking.
She must have an acquaintance with her to carry her stuff and do her chores while she stays.
I passed around a bush of yellow roses to see her sitting on a bench.
She was leaned over a parchment paper and a boy sat next to her.
He had dark hair and eyes.
He wore the outfit of a peasant.
A black tunic and green pants and almost nothing of a cape.
I picked up there conversation when I moved closer.
"I hate this outfit! It so cold!" The boy whined.
"Sorry. It the best I can do." The girl cast him a worried glance.
I now saw her up close.
She wore a long dress that reached ankles.
It was silk purple with silver designs.
She had strange purple hair too and silvery eyes.
She had a silver cape and a silver tiara too.
My thoughts were ruined by the boy.
"Well your the author! Just whip me up some warm clothing! I miss my hoodie..." The boy spoke in such strange language...
"Sorry, Sam. It's not that easy though..." The girl explained.
"I knew should of made me a princess Liv!" Was he joking?
He is a guy.
She laughed and he joined in.
I chose this moment to ask my request.
"My lady." I held out a red rose. "Will you marry me?"
She had a horrified look.
Before I could react she kicked me in the stomach.
I fell to the ground whimpering.
"RUN SAM! I DIDNT PLAN THIS!! HE HAS A MIND OF HIS OWN!!!" They fled away and I started to cry.
As if on que the sky joined with me pouring freezing December rain.
As I cried I dashed to the forest and lost my self in the dark trees.
"I'm doomed!" I creeped into my cape and fell asleep.