Just Another Magic Story

Chapter 1

Everyone who saw him knew he would be a perfect king someday. The prince, Aaron was already running the country at twenty with his father crazy as he was. The king would sit in his room for hours, writing in child-like scrawl on scrolls, mumbling about "figures" and the price of milk and donkeys. He would only allow his son admittance into his room. So, the prince Aaron ruled as king.

The people knew that he would be a good king, all they thought wanted were his looks. Oh, he did not look bad, everyone was just surprised that he had not gotten the red hair of a king from his dad, but the raven hair of his mother. He got his green eyes and other facial features from his mom, but he most definitely got his build and manner from his dad: tall and well muscled, with a quiet manner. He was in great shape because he had been trained as a knight. He was always quiet, and you did not want to miss what he said when he spoke. What he said was always well spoken and to the point.

This day the prince was in his throne room, taking names of courtiers who had called while he had been away hunting. He hated the thought of having to visit these people in their own homes. Most of the people would be old widows with eligible daughters who wanted more then anything to be queen, or old men who would just rattle on about the state of the economy and give helpful, "humble" advice.

He shuddered at the thought of it all as he put the cards back in a wooden box. He sat there for awhile on a chair, not the throne of course, but in the back of the long room that was nothing more than a very large hallway. The floor was a very ornate and lovely marble, but a narrow path to the throne surrounded by a hallway of white pillars on either side was covered in a heavy red carpet the perfect color of scarlet. The chairs in the back had been put there for the convenience of the very old, not that they came much anyway.

He had started to look out the door, dreaming of who knows what, when the object of his dream walked past. At first, being in the misted of his dream, he thought he was seeing things as the girl had gone by like a whisp of smoke. But Aaron knew this whisp.

He jumped out of his chair and ran out the door. She had already made it to the end of the hall and was turning the corner. He ran to the end of the hall.

"Jessica!" He called, forgetting how a prince was supposed to address some one of a menial status.

She turned and looked for the person who had called her name with ice blue eyes.

For a second he thought he had the wrong person. Could this blue eyed servant be his friend? He looked her up and down. They had never been more then friends, but there was something about her. It had been forbidden for servants to have anything to do with royals, so even their friendship was not allowed. She had never thought of him as more then a friend, and he had not a chance to tell her how he felt before she had left.

For it was her. Yes, she had the same straight brown hair halfway down her back, the slight frame, and the same features. But her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes were now an icy blue, and that wasn't the only difference. Her face had grown more careworn instead of carefree. Her expression was turned more inward, and small lines of worry had replaced lines of laughter on her face.

"Aaron," She said, giving him what was now a rare smile.

He started to reply, but they heard footsteps, and they both knew it would not be right for a prince to be talking to someone of such low status as Jessica. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a small room. He quickly shut the door and listened for the footsteps to pass. When they could no longer be heard, he turned around.