(Y\N) POV

Four years later.

It had been four years ever since I left the castle walls. I sigh. Ever since I came home late that one day, I was never allowed to leave the castle walls again. That neko, Ross had always been on my mind since.

He wasn't like Mother and Father would described a neko. They described them as ruthless, murderous, evil, and cruel creatures. Ross, wasn't. He had his chance to kill me, but, he never did.

He never did.

I hear the royal page knocking on my large spruce wood door. " Princess! Princess (Y\N)! King and Queen (L\N) would like to see you!" The royal page yells through the door.

I sigh and stand up. My dress sways as I walk over to the door. I open the door in one swift movement , and the Royal page falls. I put my hand out for him to grab. He willingly takes my hand. " Thank you princess" He thanks with a smile. " You welcome Red" I say smiling back.

I was walk down the never ending hallways. I stand in front of the door to Mother and Father's throne room. I place my hand on the golden encrusted door knob. I open the door.

Mother and Father are sitting in their thrones with the biggest smiles on their faces. Another Prince I suppose.

I am right. I boy about four years of age older than me, comes up to me, holding a the same red velvet box.

I gets down on one knee. " Princess (Y\N) (L\N), will you do me the great honor, of marrying me?" He asks. I also have prepared for this

" No, no I will not. I will not marry you. Goodbye." I say. He looks at me with a shocked look. " You will marry me" The Prince says in a bloodcurdling voice, as he grabbed my wrist. Well, that's a first.

My mother stands. " I'm so glad my daughter is finally getting married!" She states. Did she not notice I said No? I said No!

" Now, (Y\N), the wedding shall be next week." My father says. I said no! Not yes! No! I break free of the Prince's strong grip. " I said no!" I yell.

I run put of the throne room, back thought the hallways, and to my bedroom. I lock my door.

I look over to my Diary. I grab it and take it over to my desk. On my desk lays a bottle of ink, and a feather.

9\11\56
(September, 11, 1456)

Dear Diary

Today, another Prince proposed. Once again I said no, a famous word of mine. But, this time, he grabbed my wrist and made me. It seems even Mother and Father were in on this! I think I should run away. I don't want to be 'Princess' anymore. So it's settled. I am running away. Tomarrow.

Goodbye cruel kingdom.

Was that good? Was it? Tell me!

"Siena stop overwhelming the readers"
I'm not Ross!

Bye Bacon Babes!

Word Count! : 510