Chapter ONE:

Princess Willow sat beside her father as he welcomed their royal guests. It had been two years since that fateful night in which her fiancé had lost his life on the battlefield.

Now at the age of 17 she was expected and had to be married in the next two years or her father would have to choose her husband for her.

Hence the reason for the guests, royal families, Lords, Earls, Dukes and the like, all in the ages between 18-30 no older no younger. All flocked to the kingdom seeking to win the princesses hand in marriage.

Princess Willow though, abhorred the idea and addressed each man loftily, coldly and formally flat.

That was until the Prince of Rone, kingdom of the precious onyx stone approached her throne and addressed her as no one else had.

"I am honored Princess for to be before you is indeed a gift worth treasuring. You put the most perfect rose to wilting shame and humble my simple gift to you." He withdrew a hand from behind his back and handed her a budding rose.

" I, Princess, am Prince Kincaid Scythe, Son of King Donavan Scythe." Willow was a little stunned all the others had been daunted by her frozen demeanor and had been able to only say hi, yet he had made her melt. At her silence he cocked an eyebrow and said "Well Princess I guess I'll see you later."

All guests having arrived and settled, Willow had gone into the town garbed in peasants' clothes so no one would notice her.

While in the town she rounded a corner and came upon a fight. Ducking behind a wall she peeked around to see who was fighting whom.

Her eyes widened when they came upon Prince Kincaid and Prince Phillip (a prince she had met earlier and had compared him to a mouse).

"She cheated me you bastard you weren't there, you don't know, she must be punished." The mousy man said pointing to a quivering young merchant maid.

"Ha! I saw the whole damn thing and she should report you to the king for compromising her reputation. She didn't cheat you, she said no to being your whore. You call yourself noble in your mind, but your filth you sick son of a bitch." Go Kincaid was all Willow could think as she watched their heated argument.

"How dare you!" The mousy man said as he threw a rather lame shot at Kincaid's head.

Kincaid dodged it brought around his left and hit Phillip full on in the face, busting the mousy mans nose and lips.

Blood poured from Prince Phillips face as Kincaid ducked down, swung his leg around and knocked Phillips legs from beneath him so that he fell on his back, dust billowing from the impact with the ground.

"Leave the girl alone or I'll do it again, now clean yourself up man, you look disgusting." The last word came out through clenched teeth.

With that comment Prince Kincaid brushed his flame colored hair from his brow and stood up and walked and straight in her direction. She wanted to get out of the way but her feet wouldn't move.

She managed to move a few inches but not in enough time to avoid his shoulder. They collided and she fell to the ground, her hood fell back and her mahogany hair spilled out.

Kincaid looked down at her and his eyes widened and his lips formed one word "Princess!"

End (Chapter One)

Well that's all for chapter one I hope you like it and if not oh well this ones staying up. And anyway I like it. But if you do like it leave a review and I'll put up chapter 2. Also take a look at my story "Down a Well not a Book, In a Book not a Well". It's pretty good I think so go read that if you don't like this.