ROYALTY IS GETTING A REWRITE AND THIS IS THE FIRST NEW CHAPTER.

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In the Eighteenth Century...
I'm writing this like if it was really in the eighteenth century, meaning no conjunctions, and no mentions of anything that hasn't been invented yet. Also, yes I am 100% writing this with a British accent in my head(as an American)💕 and if you're curious as to what the 18th century is like so you can properly picture it in your head - it's the same time period as the show Bridgerton(yes that show is definitely my muse, I'm obsessed.) also known as the Renaissance period.

(Y/n)'s POV
Life as a Princess is not as ravishing as many might think. The freedom that is handed is very limited and the life that is lived is not my own. From the moment I was born I was placed in the most pristine royal attire, and then when I learned to walk I was forced to have a book on my head with every step. It is how I was meant to learn to walk properly. As they would say; the book must never wobble or fall.

I was also thrown in every language class you could think of, and I studied writing, literature, music, and dance.

At all times I am expected to be at my very best, I am the future Queen of Naboo after-all and that somehow requires a smile on my face wherever I go. I must never slouch, never look displeased, never be alone unless I am in the comfort of my own room, and the most annoying thing of all — I am to never step a foot outside of the palace grounds without the Kings approval.

I am but a bird in a cage.

Do not get me wrong though, I am not ungrateful. I do love my title, my life, and the people that I am meant to rule. But there are times where I want to live for myself. To ride a horse without being accompanied by my royal guard, who happens to be a huge pain in my arse, or to hunt without being looked down upon by others because it is un-Princess like.

To be able to explore more of the villages, towns, and the forests, especially the forests — nature has always been the most beautiful thing in this world to me.

But I am cursed to never have any of that, I have one duty and that is to marry so my kingdom could have a proper ruler when my parents step down from their reign. I am bounded to obey another my entire life — how unfair is that?

I believe I can run this kingdom alone just as well as any man can, but of course, that is nothing but a fantasy that will never be fulfilled...

I sighed as I removed my quill from the page and closed my notebook when I heard footsteps approaching, "Princess, you must get down, we have talked about this." My royal guard groaned with vexation from down below. I placed my quill and ink inside of a small hole in the tree I was up in for a later use when I return, "I know you are there, you left your shoes at the base of the tree."

"Must you ruin all of my fun Anakin, I am simply enjoying the view." I said aloud, although he could not see me from where I was, or at least not all of me since I was hidden by the leaves and branches.

"Get down Princess." He said sternly, "Now."

I rolled my eyes and worked my way down, hopping off once I was at a safe height and landing in front of him, "Do you ever get tired of the stick you so clearly have lodged up your arse?" I stood up straight and fixed my dress.

He eyed me up and down, his blue gaze burning over with disapproval, "Your dress is filthy," He stated without commenting on my insult, something he is used to by now, "How many times have I told you not to run off into these woods and climb trees like a child? Especially now, your parents are expecting you in the dining hall and have been for quite some time."

Of course they are, they wish to discuss the ball tonight where they plan to flaunt me in-front of the many Prince's, Duke's, Lords, Viscounts, etc., in hopes I will finally choose a winner.

I would like to note that I do not believe finding a husband is the worst thing, I would not mind sharing the kingdom so long as he is not some stuck up prat who will treat me like I am simply a pretty accessory for his arm. I want someone to marry me because they love me and see me as an equal. When I find that person, then I will give my parents what they want - a King.

But that is doubtful since most of these men think they are better and more intelligent than I simply because they are men, so I have been spending my time humoring my parents request and attending these balls. Talking to who they want me to talk to, and smiling like the perfect Princess they display me as.

"Then we shall not keep them waiting any longer," I bent down and picked up my shoes from the grass covered floor and began walking back towards the castle, "And I am still on palace grounds and safe. So is it really wrong of me to get some fresh air without you or anyone else breathing down my neck?"

"Yes," He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I am your protector and I am asking you to please stop with your rebellious antics. You make this job much harder than it needs to be." He said that last part low, but I heard it clearly.

I lightly laughed and stepped through the doors that were kindly opened for me by the guards at their posts, "Perhaps in your dreams Sir Anakin."

I do tend to give him a hard time, but I just like to do things that my parents have instructed him not to let me do, so it is inevitable for us to clash.

"Wait Princess," Anakin stepped in front of me before I could enter the dining hall, "I think it would be best if I take you to your room so you could change first and tend to your appearance, you have leaves in your hair." He raised his hand and pulled out a single brown leaf from my hair, "And your dress is in complete disarray."

"No need, I do not care about my parents opinion on my appearance." I went to walk past him, but he stopped me again.

"If they see you like this then they will know you were out in the woods again and neither you nor I will hear the end of it." He mumbled in a snap before trying to lead me down the corridor to take me to my room.

But I pulled away from his grip with a smirk, "Ah, so you do not wish for me to go in because you do not want to get in trouble for losing track of me — again."

He breathed an annoyed sigh, "Precisely."

I scoffed and walked backwards towards the dining hall doors, "Then maybe you should not have been flirting with the housemaid and actually paying attention to me."

He half-smiled as he walked closer with slow steps and folded his arms over his chest, "Is that jealousy I hear Princess?"

I eyed him up and down with utter disgust, "Me jealous? Please, I am simply stating how much you suck at your occupation."

"I do not suck at my occupation. You are alive and you are unharmed, so clearly I am doing something right," He got closer and walked around me so he was standing in-between the door and I, "You just need to quit chasing after danger; you are a Princess, not a savage."

I heavily rolled my eyes, it irks me that just by trying to get a small taste of freedom, then I am to be labeled a savage.

"Now let us go and get you in a clean dress-" Anakin was interrupted by the dining hall doors opening. We both faced the open doorway and met the gazes of both my parents; Queen Josie and King Anthony.

"We thought we heard your voices," My mother eyed me up and down while my father side-eyed Anakin, most likely because of my appearance, "(y/n), what on earth were you doing out in the forest again? Now you are going to have to have another bath before the ball."

I sighed tiredly, "Must I attend?"

My father nodded, "Yes, these balls are the best opportunities you have to find a husband." He spoke in a soft tone, trying to hide his repulsive words. He knows how much I detest going to these events and being sought after like an object, yet he has never seemed to care.

"Must I find a husband?" I asked sarcastically, earning me a disapproving eye from my mother. She is not as pushy about this as my father is, but she hardly holds him back.

I do love my parents, I just with they took my feelings into consideration more.

"You will," He said it like there was no room for debate, "Tonight, you must choose someone or I will. And I know this sounds harsh my daughter, but we have been very patient with you, most Princess's are married off as soon as they turn eighteen. You are now pushing twenty."

"And if I am not married by twenty-five then so be it," I argued, taking a single step back in disbelief. He was going to take my choice away from me? I never thought he would resort to these measures, and it appears I was a fool not to consider it, "I want to experience love and I can not do that if I am given a time limit. I do not want to be forced into a loveless marriage father."

"This kingdom is going to need a King my love, and soon," He exhaled as he rubbed his temples, "How about we come to a compromise then?" He proposed.

"And what is it you have in mind?" I asked with a small notion of hope in my heart.

"Your twenty-first birthday is in four moon cycles, I want you to have a suitable choice by then and if not, then I will choose someone without any fuss." He negotiated.

Although I absolutely loathed that I was still handed a time limit, I appreciated the generosity. There are not many that give their daughters a choice like this. Most kingdoms already have marriages arranged before they take their first steps.

Moon Cycles = Months
1 cycle — 1 month
2 cycles — 2 months
Etc.

And besides, four cycles is a lot of time to find someone I do not detest. I just need to begin applying myself, "I will accept your terms without an argument on one condition," I said as I adjusted my posture and I could see that my parents seemed pleased I was not putting up an argument as I usually do, "You allow me to skip out on tonight's ball, this is the second one this week and I am exhausted. I only want to return to my room for the rest of the night."

Both of my parents looked at each other and spoke with their eyes, something they tend to do a lot. I think one of the reasons they have been so patient with me is because they married for love, and believe that I deserve the same. Although, they had the luxury of meeting at a ball when they were fifteen and experienced love at first sight — I have had no such luck.

They both then turned back to face me and my mother nodded, "Just this once, we will tell everyone you have a cough. And we will depart now then. You know how I like to be early, I can get my hands on the best food." My mother placed a kiss on my cheek and walked past me with Anakin bowing to her, "Keep her inside for the the rest of the night Skywalker."

"Yes your highness," He said politely, a time that I never get to hear directed towards me.

Suck-up.

"We will return soon," My father placed a kiss on my cheek as well and smiled down at me, "Be good and no running off, I would hate to have another repeat of last spring." He glanced up at Anakin who I am sure is holding a look of guilt and regret.

Last spring I may or may not have gone out into the forest a little too far and got myself lost. I suppose it is what I deserved for getting too curious. Anakin found me of course — after an hour or two. Poor guy nearly had a heart attack that day. It was the only time I saw him truly afraid. But I was not sure what it was that actually scared him; the wrath he would have suffered from my parents if I was not found, or for my well-being.

"I can assure you your highness, she will be looked after," Anakin said, swallowing nervously. My father always makes him nervous, well, he makes everyone nervous. He is kind to me for obvious reasons, but he can have a temper sometimes — which is a lovely trait that I have picked up from him. But I am happy to say that I am not as easily provoked.

"Good," He smiled before walking past us to follow my mother down the corridor.

Anakin let out the breath he was holding when they were no longer in sight, "You are going to be the death of me Princess. He is going to have my head one day, and you will be to blame."

I shrugged, "One can only hope." I strolled past him and he followed in my steps.

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Anakin walked me to my room as usual and opened the door for me, "Have a good night Princess, I would say that today was splendid but you were in most of it so that would clearly be a lie."

I sarcastically smiled and stepped into my room that was dimly lit by numerous lamps, "Well I guess it is a good thing then that once I do find a husband you will most likely be rid of me," It will then be my husbands job to choose my protector, and they almost always choose someone new, someone they know and trust.

"I am counting the days your grace," He bowed to me before walking backwards towards the door that resided next to mine. It was custom to have the protectors room next their royal.

I snorted, "You say that now, but I believe you will grow to miss me."

He chuckled, "Doubtful. Now go inside and stay inside, there will be no late night adventures for you tonight."

One of the things I hate the most is that I meant to obey him, I, a Princess listening to a royal guard. All because I am not to be trusted with my own life. Of course there are times when he must obey me, but when it comes to things like this—when my parents hand him a direct order—his word trumps mine.

"Yes your highness," I faked bowed and closed my door on his annoyed expression.

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Please let me know your thoughts on this rewrite! A lot of things will be different, but there will still be many similarities(:

Also did I do okay with the language and grammar? I've never written that way before so I was nervous about it haha
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