The Prince's Pawn

I watch as her long, brown hair is illuminated in the dim light, fire crackling and alive as she stood there.

"Mike?"

Her tear streaked eyes look down at the figures in front of her, their bodies still and unmoving.

She doesn't even cry. Not a sob escapes her lips as she presses against me, face pale with regret and shock.

"I-I can't believe this is happening..."

I have no words for the incident either.

I can only remember the day the three princesses arrived. The day my mother told me I was to choose a bride.

The day I met the one who would change my life entirely...

The day I met...

Emily Peterson.

Okay, so this is the rewritten version of the old Prince's Pawn, so a few things will be different.

Also, the pictures used in this book are not mine, I have only edited them. (Unless I say it own it)