Chapter Ones

Runaway Princess

You had one job! All you had to do was watch her for an hour! He shouted at the guard outside of my room. I smirked to myself, watching from around the corner as the guard cowered before my father. My father thought he could lock me away whilst a war went on and that I'd stay put as my people put their lives on the line. That wasn't me though- I had to go and help them fight. I was not one to sit in my tower and watch as my people risked their lives. I had to fight.

I heard a slap ricochet off skin and glanced back around the corner to see the guard holding his face. Making sure that my father was out of sight, I walked towards the guard who was now nursing the red mark on his face.

Princess, you should be in your room. If the king finds you out of your room, then you will be punished without remorse.

I laughed in a sarcastic tone and grabbed his hand pulling it away from his face. He tried resisting but under the cold fire of my glare he quickly gave in and let me examine his face. My glare softened slightly as I gazed at the bright red laceration on his face. It made me beyond furious looking at the mark my father had left on his face. I had never felt this angry before, I had always been taught to be soft and gentle. Violence, though, was one thing that I had never been okay with, it was something that always caused my blood to boil and my temper to fire up. My father had always been portrayed to be a kind and caring king, not one to use violence on innocent people, so seeing this on an innocent angered me. The guard flinched and took a step back from me as I kept my stony gaze on him. Seeing him flinch, my gaze softened before I turned away.

I went to walk away but the guard yelled after me; Princess, you should go back to your room, instead of listening I shot a glare back at the guard which quickly silenced any other protests that were going to leave his mouth. With that I walked off towards where the weaponry was. I was going to arm myself and then head into war where I should be, where my people were. I was not going to allow the people of my kingdom to fight without their future leader right by their sides. What type of leader would I be if I allowed them to fight to their deaths without a proper leader? Heaven knew that my father wouldn't fight by their sides, he would want to hide himself up in the castle, exactly where he had tried to lock me up because of my morals and my desire to fight.

I might have been a princess but that didnt mean that I was all pretty dresses and crowns. I was soft spoken and small but I was still their future leader. I knew how to fight in battle and so I would use my knowledge to my advantage, plus nobody would expect a woman to fight- let alone a future queen. They didnt really expect royalty to fight because of what my father was like, he made them feel that it was their duty to protect him and the country when in reality it was his job to do that.

I wasnt like my father, I would fight, even if there was a possibility that I could die. If I died then I would die fighting for the country that I was to one day rule.