Princess Victoria

I ride my horse across the endless field. I have to talk to Clarke. He has to know what is happening.

Dismounting her, I run to his door. I slam my fist on the wooden obstacle in my way, over and over. My news is urgent.

The door swings open. A half dressed Clarke stands in the doorway. I jump on him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Clarke!" I weep.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asks, stumbling back until he gains his balance again. He holds the back of my head.

"It's Henry. He- he-" I shake my head. "No, I can't let him get away with this. I'm going to run away. We can run away together."

"Victoria, what is going on?"

"This is what is going on!" I hold my hand up to reveal the gorgeous ring on my finger. "Henry has gone mad! He's making me marry my father's best friend! How crazy is that?!"

"Is this because of me? Did I bomb it so badly that he is punishing you? Victoria, I am so sorry." He examines my face.

"No, Clarke. This isn't because of you. This is because of me. Because I am apparently not good enough to take care of myself. He is marrying me off so I can be dealt with. He just doesn't want to see me happy." I pout. I can not believe this is happening.

"Victoria, you are perfect. I'll kill him for making you feel otherwise."

"Cool it with the threats. He's still my brother and the king. I'm the only one allowed to make threats." I warn him. "I appreciate the bad boy attitude but I lost both of my parents. He's all I've got left."

"Victoria, I want you happy. What can I do to make you happy again?" He asks, staring deep into my eyes.

"Run away with me."

"Victoria."

"Pack your things. I will meet you here two mornings from now. We can run away together and never look back. We- we can live in France with my uncle. He is king and he will take care of us. He will bless our marriage. He will protect us."

"Victoria, I have three brothers who need me."

"They can come too."

"No, Victoria. They can't. I can't ask them to pack up their entire lives and run away with me to a new country simply because a girl asked me too."

"I'm not just any girl, Clarke." I remind him.

"I agree full heartedly with that statement. But to them, you are. To me, you are my world. If it was just me, I'd already be packed."

I nod and pull away from him. "Then don't be surprised if you don't hear from me again. I am most likely hiding away in France." I nod, exiting the home.

"Victoria wait."

"What, Clarke? I am only wasting my time being here. I should be packing."

He pulls my arm, yanking me into him, my lips smashing into his. "If uprooting their lives is what I have to do to be with you, consider it uprooted. I'll send them off to live with our aunt. They will be fine. But I will be off conquering the world with my Queen."

"Your princess. I am not a Queen."

"You are to me." He kisses me again, pulling me towards what I assume are his bed chambers.

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