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Entranced 

Today was the day...

The day my farther chose my suitor. The man I would have to marry, the man that would chose my fate. I didn't think I was like other girls. I certainly didn't act like them; I didn't moan about carrying my own luggage from the front hall to the room I was staying in, I didn't cry about a speck of mud or mind the 'putrid' or 'rancid' superposed smell of horses. I could speak and eat property, I can even tell you which dress to wear to a formal meal or an informal picnic ( trick question you should always look your best in public – eye role !) I was, excuse me, am a lady more than that a princess. Therefore I was to be sold off to the highest bidder, my elder brother was to become king one day and couldn't live poor, this makes my family sound horrible but truth be told they were the kindest and loyal. We were fighting a war that wasn't ours to begin with. My family would lose without a 'friend', my brother couldn't afford to be lost or distracted by family therefore it was up to me, I volunteered. For my people and my brother.

At seventeen, eighteen within the next passing month I was expected to be married already. Instead my family kept me hidden from the world. Well figuratively, I rode a horse and could hunt even knew some healing methods. My time here in my fathers kingdom was not in vain, I was just a little oddity. My mother and younger sister were pale, blond and tiny body and mouth, beautiful and silent. As I grew I became more and more like my brother and farther, I'd like to think strong willed, tanned, dark haired and curious. Girls should not be, my mother always joked saying I was cursed, forced to be a woman but I secretly loved it. Loved surprising people with my strength and knowledge, sometimes I even enjoyed the dresses but not today...

As I stood pondering my unusual behaviour I was stripped washed and re-clothed. Wild Hair pulled at add unusual, tight angles things poking my eyes, cheeks and mouth. Shoes that made me want to run even looking at them. I could do this, my sister was 13 – if I wasn't found a suitor my parents would be forced to marry her away, she was so young and innocent I couldn't stand it.

Hours later I was stood in-front of a mirror, I didn't look like myself. My naturally straight wild hair was curled, styled and tamed. Nails long and clean, my eyes highlighted looking twice there size. Cheeks reddened, my face was too tanned to bother with paling it. Lips red and glistening. Even my dress was flawless, silver long covered in all kinds gems and jewellery. This dress was to impress, but was I ? Considering I was so short, I had to wear heals.

I could feel a sharp pain after each step but for my sister I would lose anything, endure anything to keep her safe. She was pure innocence and beauty. I couldn't live knowing she was in danger. The walk from my courters from to the main dining hall never seemed so long, definitive or absolute. Head held high I walked in, silence.

'I welcome Princess Gabrielle Alexandria'

The main dining hall was outstandingly large, I stood looking down the indicate black railing. One step at a time - im not sure if I said it aloud but I felt better, slightly. In the morning my sister would be safe, we had a chance of winning. A single tear made its path down my face, I would not look down in fear. I lifted my face up, showing the room I was afraid but also the determined look I knew I was wearing too. I caught the eyes of a man standing on the other side of the room. I could feel his eyes watching me, not in a hungry nasty way some of the older men looked at me but with a curious and mischievous look on his face.

He was older than me, a tanned face with a sharp jaw. Lean as if he actually did something more then ride or walk around taking orders like a well trained pony. His green eyes were haunted, which was peculiar for a man younger than 20. His eyes were framed by perfect eyebrows, which were nearly covered by his near back hair. So dark and straight, even with no evident style this man was close to perfect. His shirt was a crisp white and his trousers fit him well, along with his riding boots. 'That is Caspian, son of king Ronan. His empire is like basically an extension of your fathers. His mother died in childbirth, the family doesn't blame the twins though there so adorable and funny. They keep the family alive apparently.' I shot my long time friend, Haley a look. 'What, you were looking !' she protested loudly. 'Seriously hush now, you know what this means to me.' Caspian was standing less than an inch from me now and I blushed and moved toward my farther but he shot me a disproving look. 'This is not the time to start running' I whispered to myself, I turned back around and crashed straight into Caspian.

'I didn't know your Ladyship ran, that is an interesting hobby to maintain. The upkeep is rather strenuous I find myself.' His voice was crisp, deep and quiet but easily carried over the mindless ramble of the other people ( well suitors) in the room. 'Hmm I find running from a situation to be more tiring than running its self, but I do not run. You must remember I am a lady I spend my days sewing and eating sweet fruits.' I lied, I could almost feel the twinkle in my eye. He chuckled and eyed my shoulders with curiosity. 'I think not, you have too much muscle. I am Caspian.' His smile was sweet and genuine but he didn't want to be here. 'Please excuse me I must find my brothers before they cause not so sweet havoc in your lovely home.' He bowed, kissed my hand and winked before leaving.

'May I have the first dance oh darling daughter of mine' asked my farther. I knotised how frail and old he was becoming. Grey wove itself throughout his beard and hair, the dark blue of his eyes still twinkled but he was growing older. My farther was an excellent dancer, he had, had many secret dancing lessons before he married my mother. The hall cleared a big selection of the hall as we began to dance, my brother grabbed my mother and my sister was grabbed by my uncle. My mother was by far the best dancer but I didn't fall over which was a massive bonus. My little sister looked adorable and the peoples admiration for her was evident. Her peach coloured dress highlighted her innocence and her bright blond hair, naturally curly, was left to hang naturally. I was proud someone so beautiful, innocent and just right could be related to me. She shot me a dimpled smile and ran / skipped over to me. 'Wow one day I wish to look as beautiful as you Gabe' I looked down at her, no longer that far now that she was growing. 'Ah hah! Well then you would be wrong about that Isabella I wish to be as beautiful as you. One day you'll have suitors falling at your feet. Begging for even just a glimpse of you.' I told her smiling, generally happy for a second. She giggled and twirled in glee. Her dress flew out around her and the audience ohh'd and awhh'd their appreciation. 'Now which one of you truly kind gentlemen would wish to take my beautiful sister for a dance and show her your worth.' She asked loudly, I blushed extremely. My face's heat could be hot enough to heat the whole of next months breakfast.

For the next couple of hours I was kept busy with suitor after suitor, dance after dance. Hand after hand held mine, some frail and warm some cold and sweaty. My feet throbbed and my head began to echo the music surrounding me. Eventually I was aloud a moment of freedom. My farther called a break and many of the men led into his study, maybe I was to be bargained for... I walked gracefully as I could out onto the fountain but I felt as if I could pass out or fall on my bottom as ungracefully as oneself could. 'Lady are you feeling alright?' asked one of two young gentlemen. Both blond and identical in every way. Smiles as bright as the sun and eyes as golden as honey.

'Ha, no I actually think my shoes may be the death of me. My feet may actually fall off.' I gasped and covered my mouth, then giggled at the startled look on their faces. 'Oh common, you've got to have worn worse!.' Caspian gently brushed his brothers aside and sat next to me, his smile was ironic full of humour and genuine surprise.

'Not really, I run from this kind of thing. The princesses are scary, seriously ! Don't laugh they are !!' I said smiling, for the first time it wasn't forced. 'Ah I've caught you out, you do run! Very unorthodox for a lady such as you.' Caspian told me, his smile was genuine but something in him was broken. He was an subdued person, holding something back constantly and that wasn't just because his smile was slightly crooked. Something or someone had hurt him so badly once, I could see beyond his wall, it was so suddenly patched together I could see through the cracks but I didn't know what it was hiding. It was pencilar really. 'Ugh rich, I can't even begin or believe farther dragged us to this pompous get together. I hear Gabrielle isn't even worth a donkeys...' he shot a look my way 'Hove.' he finished lamely. 'Me neither dresses drag me down, I honestly would rather be riding!' I said, I wondered what they thought of me, they didn't actually know who I was. 'Hmm really, well I bet the princess Gabrielle wouldn't be caught dead on a horse, probably cries at a splash of mud on her pretty little shoe. ' Said rich, I smiled and replied 'If I could burn my shoes I wouldn't.' I grinned as they leaned in confused, 'it would be a death to swift and clean for them!' I said and smiled again my cheeks began to throb from to much smiling. 'I don't understand so called ladies, how can you sit around all day, it will not become them, musnt there buttocks ache so? And then starve to get rid of the weight they have put on through sweets? Rediclous ! Please just eat healthy and do more