The little boy with long tangled curls, a wide smile, and a constant flow of energy looked nothing alike to the solemn prince with neat, shoulder-length waves that glared down at her from upon his regal white horse. The happy brown eyes she had known were dull and piercing. The quiet young girl with two brown braids, a shy smile, and swirling yellow dresses did not resemble the rugged, tough young maiden wearing trousers that had been knocked down by his horse and was now glaring defiantly up at him. The playful emerald green eyes he had known were fiery and focused. Neither recognized each other, but both already hated the other. ----------------------------- 19 year old Theodosia Mendeles was once known as Princess Elizabeth Marie of Allanis. Now, she finds herself becoming Captian of the Guard for a Kingdom far away from her own shattered one. On a search for her brother, and her lost people, she must fight not only to protect herself, her identity, and her title, but also fleeting feelings, and false hope.