Prologue
It was mid winter in Scotland, I'm wearing my snow gear but it seems like it's not enough to make me feel warm until I stumbled upon something, someone rather.
"Have you no eyes? Can't you see me passing?" I exclaimed.
"But you're the one who stumbled upon me!" The boy answered.
"I'm the only daughter of Queen Emilia, how dare you answer me?" I said with my chin up, containing my hatred as mine.
"We're both kids, it doesn't apply like that to me in our country." he answered then left
"Wait! What do you mean it isn't like that in your country?" I suddenly became interested
"Are you perhaps a royal also?" I asked
"No, its unseemingly to describe me as a royal." He answered
"There you are, come on now!" A woman said to him
"Okay, I'll follow you." He said
"But you still haven't answered my question!" I was beggining to be more curious
"We'll meet again!" He said waving
"How can you be so sure?"
"Then take this, keep this and when we meet again you can return it to me. It's a promise" He answered taking off a necklace around his neck with a smile.
I don't know but his smile somehow assured me that he would keep his promise, that we would meet again.
And as he rode off his horse I remembered that I didn't even ask for his name but nonetheless I didn't worry, I'll just ask him when we meet again.
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The Heiress
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