A/N: ok, like I had no clue what category to put this in...Cuz it's my own final fantasy story...I like it...I think its pretty good actually. I hope u enjoy it...
Disclaimer: I do not own any final fantasies, the only thing that is mine in this story are the characters...other than Shiva...everything else I made up.
King Pall sat in the dining area sipping his tea; the cup clinked as it hit the tiny saucer.
"Your highness, I wish to marry her as soon as possible." Sir Tibirius proclaimed as he stirred his tea slowly.
"You're a fine gentleman. As soon as Meera is ready. Then we'll plan the wedding." He smiled as he placed his hand firmly on Tibirius' as if it were some type of handshake.
"Oh my! It's about noon and Meera's still in bed." The king exclaimed as he lifted himself from his seat.
"I shall only be a moment, it's time for brunch with you is it not?" He questioned his eyes meeting Tibirus'
"Yes your highness." He responded giving him a slight bow.
King Pall scuffled his way up the staircase.
Meera laid in bed her eyes wide and her mind wandering.
"That man, the voices…these dreams what do they mean?" She asked herself repeatedly.
The knock on her door startled her as she quickly sat up in bed.
"Come in!" She insisted.
The door cracked open and King Pall peaked his head in a bit hesitant.
Meera giggled. "Come in father."
She smiled as she jumped out of bed and walked over to her father to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning, I'm sorry I've overslept." She apologized running to her closet rummaging through her finest gowns.
"Indeed you have my dear."
"I know, I know brunch." She sighed dreading it.
She hated Tibirus more than she realized.
"Yes brunch, I shall leave you to get ready. Tibirius is waiting please don't be long." He smiled shutting the door behind him.
Meera sighed and rolled her eyes; Tibirus was her fiancé a man whom she did not love at all.
Her parents had picked him when she was only thirteen.
Her head ached, it longed for love, not this ridiculous arranged marriage nonsense.
She smiled weakly as her eyes focused on the bed.
"Help me Ambrosus." The panther lifted her head up.
She seemed to know what Meera was thinking.
And gave what most people would assume a rather sincere look.
She walked over to Ambrosus and rested her hand on the panthers back.
"I mean don't misunderstand me, Tibirius is a wonderful man, smart, wealthy, handsome. But I don't love him." She admitted as her head met Ambrosus'.
Ambrosus purred lightly as she nudged Meera's head.
"A love that's pure enough to stop time. A love that's so unique no one else believes in it. That's what I want." She sighed sadly.
A/N: If I get a least 1 review I'll put up chapter 2...I want at least 4 but if I get one I'll be satisfied...