Chapter I

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Feet running on the ground, with absolutely no sound.
Bushes were pushed aside, to reveal the castle of Nonada.

"Just what we've been looking for. Get in position." The three fingered, gray skinned girl demanded.
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Princess Emaline sat and waited for the next prince. This week she would turn sixteen and her parents were having her get married. Emaline was all for it, but not for the prince's she had seen so far.

They've all been either, stuck up, lustful, or tiny, like absolutely no muscle or fat whatsoever.

The Prince that was arriving today was from the kingdom of Qatish. His name was Prince Reynor.

He walked through the castle doors and into the grand hall where, Princess Emaline, Prince Jonah(her brother), and her parents were waiting for him.

He walked in, but he wasn't wearing the normal princely wear. This stood out to Emaline, because armor usually consisted of a breastplate, arm and leg armor, and a helmet. At least, this was what most of the princes would wear when they came, probably trying to impress the princess. But, on the contrary, this prince had a simple purple silk tunic and gray trousers. He also had black tie up boots on his feet. On his back, he had a hooded black cloak, which cast a shadow on his face, so Emaline couldn't see his face.

The princess sat up, intrigued by his unusual outfit. He had no sword and no shield, but instead, a bow and a full quiver. Following this Prince was the King and three guards.

The Queen and King of Nonada rose, followed by Prince Jonah, then finally, Princess Emaline, who tucked a loose strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear and smiled. She might have found the Prince she was looking for, then again she needn't jump to conclusions; she hadn't even met the Prince yet.

"Welcome Prince Reynor of Qatish, and King Reymond of Qatish." The King of Nonada said. The King and Prince of Qatish bowed, then the royal family of Nonada bowed. "Let us head to dinner." Emaline's father said.

The King and Prince of Qatish had arrived late; they were supposed to have arrived around midday, but it was now sunset. This confused Emaline, because if the Prince was expected to marry her then why had he delayed his arrival and not given any reason as to why they were late? Or why didn't they at least sent a messenger ahead to tell the royal family of Nonada that they were going to be late?

Emaline followed quietly behind the Kings, the Queen, and her brother.
The Prince of Qatish, however came and walked next to her. He was around five inches taller than her, which made her feel like she was being towered over. He didn't speak while they walked to the dining hall, which also confused Emaline. She looked up at his face, to try to see his it, but most of it was covered. Emaline continued to grow more confused. She stayed silent as well, so the only noise was the clicking of feet on the stone floor and the every now and then, guards walking down the halls.

They reached the dining hall which was complete stone. It was dark grey, making the humongous room feel small and cold. There were floor to ceiling windows, the ceiling being around fifteen feet high. There were a couple doors on each end of the room where the food would be brought out of. A couple plants and tapestries attempted to brighten the place up a little, and a large table that could seat fifteen people at a time, was all that was in the enormous room.

They would bring out more tables, if they held a huge celebration, like a wedding or a baby being born into the royal family, or even sometimes for reunions or funerals. The dining room itself was able to fit three hundred seats including tables. That is, if they brought out all the tables and chairs that the room could fit.

They sat at the table. Emaline and Prince Reynor sat next to each other, as she usually would when a prince would visit. The Kings sat at each end, the Queen of Nonada sat next to the King of Nonada, and Emaline's brother sat across from her and the Prince of Qatish.

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