...When someone tells me their parents are the worst, I don't know whether to sit there and agree or to tell them that mine are far worse. My name is Lucina, I'm 19 years old and by law a princess has to marry at 20, lucky for me my father is already looking at suitors for such matters. I never wanted to marry a prince. Their stuck up and rude. They only use you for your body, and once you hit 30, they throw you away like something moldy and disgusting. Of course, that's only what I grew up seeing. My father treated my mother, not like a queen but instead a servant, an object that's only good for swelling the stomach....

...So when I am told my future is to marry, all I can do is think, "Will he love me? Will he treat me like a queen?" These thoughts run like a waterfall, loud, chaotic, and constant....

...I reach for the scented oils that I hate so much because the King makes me wear them, poring a few drops in is all I need before I smell like a botanical garden or at least that's what I feel like. Rubbing the oils mixed with steaming water over my skin, I let myself relax, a thing I often do not get. Just as my calm thoughts start pouring in, I hear a knock in the rhythm of practically soft taps. A maid, their not allowed to knock loudly or else they get punished, I've told them a million times I don't mind, but they must follow the Kings orders....

"Princess Lucina, I have brought your dress. If you wish me to lay it out on your bed, it would be my pleasure."

..."That would be fine, You may leave my chambers now, Ava." ...

...Of course, it was Ava. She's the only one who talks so softly and with such grace. But again, Kings orders. I reach over, grabbing my towel and drying myself off before wrapping myself in a silk cocoon and leaving the flowery smelling tub room. A blue dress that looks like the ocean lined with pearls lay on my bed, for such an occasion it's needed. It's official. My supposed to be husband is coming back from his expedition across the sea, a ridiculous dress for a ridiculous occasion, and it fits so well. I can't help but stare at the blue though, my long, wavy hair goes with it perfectly, the light Lagoon turquoise clashing with my Hazy blue eyes. I slip my glass legs through the dress pulling up the zipper as well, it's beautiful, still ridiculous but such a dress will make heads turn, I just wish I was the one turning my head instead of being watched....

...The horns echo through the windows, signaling that the welcome party is about to start, and therefore, I'm about to meet my future husband. The day I dread the most, meeting the man who will either cherish me or drown me in hateful comments about my body, my white hair, and the way I look like a old lady with such odd looks....

...My heels click against the marble floor to the garden, blue themed party for the sea, but were having it in the garden, it makes no sense, but I suppose he wouldn't want to be reminded of his journeys in such happy times. Hundreds stand to welcome him while I stand where I will meet his face for the first time. Stepping out of the carriage, I can't believe my eyes. He's tall, blonde, and has the most dark blue eyes. I swear they're black. He takes my hand in his as we walk toward the Garden, or I should say I lead him there....

..."You're my wife, Lucy, right?" ...

...Of course, he's getting ahead of himself, and he doesn't even remember my name....

..."Lucina," I correct. "And don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not your wife, yet I don't even know the first thing about you, for all I know you could be a killer."...

...He lets out a laugh and a genuine laugh, and I think that's my sign to be calm. b, butt just puts me even more on edge....

..."I'm not a killer, and you will be my wife, so what's it matter anyway? I'm just putting titles that are already there ahead of my 'soon to be wife.'"...

...That's the final straw, I feel my blood boil, and I get that I could have worse, but that's not important to me right now. "Foremost, don't call me when your wife when I'm not yet, second of all, I shouldn't have to remind you my name."...

...I snapped I shouldn't have, but I did, and now we're in the garden. Everyone turned to us, shocked by my aggressive tone. "Damn it." I mumble to myself, making a mental note to check my surroundings before just blurting stuff out, but I can't help it. I just run away like I always do, going back up to my room and slamming the door, laying on my bed drifting off to sleep not wanting to even deal with the drama with my supposed to be husband, and that's my first regret, never caring....

Authors Note: Sorry, this chapter was so short. They'll be longer and shorter as I continue the series. My goal is to give you a book that you can't find anywhere else, one that's not like any others, I want you to enjoy reading my book and think of it as a fun time rather then something your doing but not enjoying. I'm sorry if there's any mistakes made in spelling, I'm working on the plot currently and might not update every week. It might be every other week or every month. I do schoolwork so that takes up time and I again need to work on the plot but you like it, this is my first book and I want to get better at writing, it's my dream to become a best selling author and this is my first step forward.

...I stand at the edge of the balcony, my eyes scanning the rest of the castle and all the people below. I feel off from how I left last night, and how I never went to my fiancé's welcome party, that I know I'll get another lecture by the King about later. He just returned, meaning my time to marry is soon, too soon. I feel the warm sunshine on my face like a hug as the sun finally rises before the tips of the castle towers. It feels the best, probably the best it ever has in a long time. When I was a kid, I used to go out with the other kids in the village and play with them, but when the King found out he said I was to never see those 'Peasants' again or they'd be shunned, frowned upon for the rest of their lives. All because they weren't as rich as us, the king and queen, because they didn't have it fair. They told me about life in the slums, how their water was dirtied, and their toys were worn. And the few clothes they had were stained with dirt from picking their dinner out of the cold ground....

...I never had that life, I was raised into luxury like my parents, but that wasn't always a blessing like everyone thought. The reality of being royal is excruciating. You must watch what you eat, never too much or too little. You must always have a slim waist, one that you could wrap your hands around. That's the truth, it's not all sunshine and rainbows like everyone takes it to be, sure it's got it's upsides when your in the right family but when your not it's just torture....

...The sound of a knock at my door startles me, not a soft one either. Not a maid, so who else would knock now? I open the door to see my fiance. Standing there, he barges in without even talking to me. "Can I help you? It's rude to just come into people rooms, you know, especially when it's a princess." I fold my arms and look at him as he stands at the edge of my bed. "Also, you never gave me your name." He just looks at me puzzled like I just told him I murdered his whole family, if he has any left. "Martin, and I needed to talk before we get married, Lucy–" I cut him off my tone firm. "Lucina. My name is Lucina." He corrects himself even though me and Martin both know if it was just a nickname. "Lucina...I want you to know I'm extremely sorry, I have to do this." Now I'm the puzzled one, he's...sorry? ...

...He leaves abruptly before I can ask any questions my mind races. He's sorry. And he seemed genuinely scared, like he was being forced to do whatever he's sorry for. But he left, so it doesn't make sense. If he's sorry, why did he leave? I know either way my guts twisting in fear of what exactly this man is sorry for and why he looked so frightened....

Authors Note: This one was REALLY short because I've gotta draft some ideas I know what's gonna happen but I'm still thinking of like subplots or things that happen later, but I know the next one will be a lot longer. Sorry for the misspellings.

...I can now understanderstand why people don’t trust, why they dig deeper into every little detail about what someone tells them. Because I should have, or else I wouldn’t be on the back of a horse right now crying my eyes out with a bag over my head....

...The sound of hooves moving on the muddy ground tells me we’re close to wherever we’re going. Because there was a storm in Mareida which makes me 4 days away from home. 4 days since he told me he was ‘sorry’ he’s not. He would’ve never done this to me, what did I do? What’s this got to do with me?...

...A man pushes me to the ground making my dress a dark brown instead of royal blue. Screams, not of fear, but of sheer terror. When someone says they screamed bloody murder I fear i actually know what that means, what it sounds like. I feel my neck get yanked followed by a, “Get up.” A deep voice, a gruffy one but soft....

...I follow orders, getting up to my feet my puffy eyes able only to see a fragment through the burlap sack, but what I can see has me freightened. A graveyard, right in front of a prison that looks as if it was made generations ago. Is this where they kill me? Where they torture me? I start walking a little to fast for someone who’s scared of what’s down there, but maybe it’s not all that bad....

...A low growl echoes through the cells as I walk down the stairs to what I suppose is my cell room. I step in and immediately the sack comes off my head revealing something much more frightening then what they’ll do to me....

...A dragon. A real life dragon, stands before me before it disappears with a shed of light that I have to cover my eyes not to see. It’s…a human, a guy. He has a tail, and wings like a dragon, claws too. My guess is he’s a shifter. Dragons were supposed to be extinct long before I was born, before the king too. But that was just a legend, I thought we’d never have to worry about them. But I guess they don’t, I have to. There was only one rule when they and the humans did exist, a dragon and a human, cannot be together. It was probably made because if they did it would be to dangerous. The human mothers who gave birth to dragons, they never survived that’s why the rule was made, or at least that’s what I heard. But who knows everything’s a lie in my life....

...A growl again, this time from the nameless dragon/human. “What are you doing in my cell?” His voice, I have to stop and think about his voice. I know I shouldn’t but my knees are weak at just his voice. A dragon who can kill me, and I’m blushing at his voice. “I don’t see your name on it, and I’m pretty sure it’s whoever’s cell they decide to put you in.” He scoffs and steps closer. “I was here first. And what’s your name tiny human?” The fact that he calls me that awfull nickname makes me realize how tall he really is, I have to crane my neck to look at him. “Lucina, and you?” He doesn’t respond for a minute like he’s thinking about what his name is. “Caleb.”...

Author note: Again a really short chapter, I’m sorry. I’m running off of little ideas right now I need to be more creative I know.