Kai is a in a secret affair with the enemy's daughter. Ashlyn is an unconventional princess who's not afraid to take risks in life. Nya's her loyal orphaned servant and friend. Lloyd meets a thief who steals his crown and his heart. Jay's betrothed to Ashlyn since she was born. Cole is a hard working young man trying to support his sick father. Zane and Pixal work through marriage, poverty, and a family feud. Put them all together and what do you get? A mess.


A/N) Ok I put the summery up above. No it's not the same, it's just that stupid word count thingy stopped me from writing out everything. I hate that! How are you supposed to put a proper summery in less then 380 spaces or whatever!

Anyway, this story will be rated T, BUT-Yep I'm going there, it may be raised up to M... I'ma TRY to keep it T, but sometimes I get carried away with *ahem* "details" so yah, if it gets too descriptive later let me know so I can change the rating and NOT get into trouble... ok, good ok.

So yah basically, you gathered by now this story will be pretty long, and it's going to be as messed up as I can make it. It's a major AU, setting is more in the medieval times you know. 14th century and stuff. I THINK... don't hold me on that. I suck at history, but you get it, it'll be in the olden times with kings and princesses and stuff.

And don't worry, give this a try, if your not those mature teen story readers give it a chance anyway. It's not going to be ALL scandal and gory... yes I plan to gore things in this. Doesn't mean it'll be a lot though.

I'm going to try and put a little bit of anything into it. And another heads up, this is a practice story for the novel I plan to write. I'm just going to try out my methods and plot on you poor unsuspecting reader first!

Who knows, maybe someday you'll buy and read a much better version of this book... Of course I'll probably change the characters... but making up Characters is too much work so I only made up like two in here. If your from my other two Ninja stories then you already know one. But the other... I'm pretty excited to introduce that one to you!

Anyway, thanks for reading my long and annoying Authors note. It's really for your own safety I wrote this so I hope you did actually read it and didn't skim over it and get a shock when I throw a detailed murder or something in your face... Yah, that will happen if you didn't pay attention.

So last thing, I would love some CC from anyone that has to share ok. I'm trying to improve my writing so let me know what parts I need to work on or what I need to add or do, you know? Constructive criticism. Don't forget the constructive part ;-P

Ok then. That written.

Love all, and I can't wait to start this roller coaster ride with you!

Hang on to your hats, or wigs, er whatever... cuz this will be crazy!


The corridors were silent.

Not a maid. Not a teacher. Not even some random royal.

Good.

Silence and secrecy was what he needed to complete his mission.

Drawing his dark green cloak tightly over his head he tip toed around the corner. Almost there. If he could just get to that heavy gold door. . .

"Lloyd?"

"GAAAH!"

There! His plans were foiled, finished, shut down. And it was all her fault. He was so close too!

"Ashlyn!" He whined, pulling off his hood irritably, his bright green eyes seemed to emit an annoyed glow, "You ruined my cover." He crossed his arms over his small chest.

Ashlyn, the young woman he was addressing, looked at him sternly, amusement played in her strange amethyst colored eyes, "Ruined your cover?" She teased now, coping him and crossing her arms too, "Cover to do what?"

The younger boy's eyes flickered, "To escape from that old hags horrible witch lessons!" He burst out.

Now that was funny.

She giggled, a musicale sound bouncing off his ears and the surprisingly still empty hall way, "Oh Lloyd. You know dad will hate it when he hears your skipping your history again." She smiled, ruffling his head of messy blond hair.

He pushed away, "I can't go back there Ash! She's sucking out my soul. , . . I KNOW that's what she's planning."

"Stop it now. Tell you what. If you don't get into trouble until Lunch I'll tell you a secret in the stable yard." She grinned at his suddenly intrigued face, '"Deal?"

The boy thought about this for a moment. Was it worth it? Was enduring two hours of Ninjago history really worth Ashlyn's secret?

Yes, Usually things like this were.

"Deal."

They shook on it.

"Good." She swatted him, "Now go before she gets there, THEN you'll hear it."

Quickly he skipped away not likening the sound of that. Knowing that old bat she'd probably take every effort so he will miss his lesson so she could get him into trouble.


The heat of the moment. That's what brought him here. Over, and over, and over. . .

That and her.

Couldn't be helped. All his life he'd lived under stiff rules and held back passions and losses. But when he came here. He let anything go. His father always expected so much from him and he didn't want to try so hard on something he knew he couldn't do. So he turned to the worst way to avoid trouble. With more trouble. It wasn't supposed to be like this though. He couldn't remember clearly how or why it was now.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Her voice grabbed his attention. It always did that. It was slightly deep with a hint of sultry. When she changed it low enough it gave him goose bumps.

"Ever wonder what would happen if our fathers found us like this?" His brown eyes glazed over her silk covered body. He didn't need to uncover it. Even in dim candle light he knew what it looked like. Every crevice, and crook. From her neck to her long shapely-

"Kai? Your drooling."

He automatically checked if he was. No? He caught her mischievous look. Damn her and her body. And what made it worse was she KNEW. She knew she had an irresistible body, more to the point, she knew HE couldn't resist it.

"Seriously though. " He looked at her now, his eyes accidently landing on the rosy piece of skin that showed jut above her breasts.

"Nothing." She snapped, sitting up, "Because who cares what they think." She flipped her burning red hair over her bare shoulder, her bright eyes slid to his naked torso, "Of course if you'd rather we stopped-" She drawled, her voice dropping just a notch.

He saw her look.

If he'd rather stop? That was near damn impossible.

"Sky-"

"No seriously," She slid herself ever closer, he could feel her hot body against his side as she sidled up the comfortable huge bed, "Any time you say." Her fingers danced over his toned chest, "We'll stop." She kissed his collar bone slowly, her hot lips making their way down his chest.

She was short circuiting his mind. Sometimes, when he was thinking clearly, he wondered if she distracted his mind with her antics on purpose. To keep him from thinking to much on the noble side. But happens he wasn't thinking to clear right now.

His father would have his skin if he knew what activities he was doing... with who. She dragged her kisses up his neck.

God, if she didn't stop he would forget how to breath. His back arched slightly, he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning.

She knew how to work, he'd figured that out a long time ago. But every time it was like the first time. It never got boring.

But his father always had faith in him doing his duty, faith he didn't deserve, he would never have dreamed his only son was going down this path of-

She slid out from under the covers, the silk slipping off her naked body. She straddled him now, and that's where he forgot about his duty and father. . .


It was always quiet, just they way he had always liked it. Quiet and serene.

Zane Julian stood in his small ticking shop, working on a new set of gears and wheels. He loved making these things, inventing new way to think, new ways to create. He made clocks, he was a clock maker. He'd been one since he was a child. He'd always known his future would involve complicated gears and such.

He and his father had planned to open a thriving business inventing who knows what.

He'd been taught that tomorrow wasn't impossible to change.

Then. . . disaster struck. All those years of simple facts, and straight forward work with no time for distractions vanished. Vanished how? Vanished in the clutches of irrational love.

That word caught him so off guard, so unprepared, so bluntly.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

"Zane. . .?"

He turned his attention away from his miniature gears, lifting up the silly looking magnifying glasses, he graced the young woman in front of him with a gentle smile.

"Yes?"

She stood there, wrapped up in a soft white apron, her hair almost silver in the light of the window, a plate of warm rice and some bread in her hands.

"I know your hungry." She pushed the plate across the worn table, "Go on. Eat. You haven't since yesterday."

That's right. He hadn't, he had been working on his newest project and sometimes important things of life, like sleeping and eating, got lost in his mind, "Thank you Pixal." He smiled again and sat down, setting aside his tools.

She sat next to him comfortably, watching, making sure he ate every morsel, "You'll waste away if you keep this up." She gently scold.

"No." He swallowed, "How, when you wont let me."

She smiled now, "Ridicules boy." She pretended to be stern.

"Your ridicules boy." He countered back, enjoying slight pink dusting on her fair cheeks.

She stood up, "I suppose you are." Then she took his finished plate and kissed him on top of his white shock of hair, "Don't forget to sleep tonight. I'm going to the market to get some more rice." She informed him before going into their small kitchen.

Zane leaned back in his rickety chair. This wasn't a glamorous life. In fact it wasn't even middle class. But he picked it, even when there was gold and comfort offered to his future. He still picked this one.

And he was pretty sure he would have more comfort in this simple life then any gold laced life anyone had.

No matter what his father thought. . .


"Where's the fire?"

Ashlyn stopped in her tracks and turned around to see who was addressing her.

A young girl, maybe a year older then herself, with soft brown eyes and shiny short black hair smiled back.

"Oh, Hello Nya, I'm going to the stables again." She informed her.

Nya shook her head, "I'm pretty sure His majesty won't like that very much."

Ashlyn grinned, her sharp little face tilted mischievously, "Part of the fun."

"If you say so." Nya looked slightly worried. She had worked at this palace for a good seven years, she was appointed Ashlyns personal servant four of those years, and still she wasn't entirely sure what the younger princess had in mind half the time. Not that she had a right to complain. Ashlyn was the nicest and most down to earth princess she'd ever worked for.

The woman she served before her was a snobbish slave driver, not once thinking that maybe her small then twelve year old body couldn't take the stress. Ash always treated her like she treated any other person. Treated her just like that: a person with feelings.

"I'll see you later ok, just don't tell anyone you saw me." Ash instructed heading down the red carpeted stair way.

"All right. I guess." One of these day that girl was going to go in way over her pretty little head. Nya sighed, but of course that wasn't her place to say.

No matter how much liberty Ash gave her.


Lloyd breathed a deep breath that he took all the way to his toes.

Freedom! Sweet, clear, clean freedom! He thought he'd never see it again. Those stuffy books were caving in on him upstairs and he thought that lesson would never end. But here he was, free and clear.

Now to find his sister.

He walked out the rocky trail into the palaces huge stables. His father owned at least a hundred of the horses that lived in there, the rest belonged to some knights and noble men. The young prince wrinkled his nose as he walked out into the working stable.

Horse boys and men ran to and fro, some saluted him respectfully, others tried to look busy. Lloyd couldn't help smirking to himself, all these people, old or young knew he'd rule them someday soon. It made him feel pretty important, even if they were just a bunch of workers.

Now. Where was Ashlyn? She had a deal to make good on.

He weaved in and out of the messy array of people and horses until he came around the stables and into the pasture they let the horses run into if they needed rehabilitating. Behind this grassy green field was a thick orchard field with various apples and flowers.

A white fence ran around the horses pasture and on one of the segments Ash sat there, her light purple dress swishing as she swung her feet carelessly, chewing on a green apple in a dreamy state.

He loved her really. She was always so pretty and nice, high spirited too. She'd given him a run for his money when she came. He came up as second most outrageous royal child now. But that was ok, because she'd always gotten him out of messes he couldn't dig out himself.

"Ash?" He touched her shoulder lightly making her snap to reality and look at him. The sun reflected off her bright purple colored eyes, making them glow softly.

"Hey Baby brother, you ready?" She smiled affectionately.

Lloyd nodded, his messy blond hair falling over his bright green eyes. Not sure what he was ready for though.

"Ok look." She took his hand and put in a crinkly piece of worn paper, "Open it." She urged.

He did.

Bright colors and words filled his vision. He read it out loud:

"Come one, Come all. To the grand Festival of Fools." He looked at her confused, "So? everyone knows about the festival. It come's by every year." That was what he'd suffered three hours of facts in a stuffy suffocating library for?!

Disappointment made itself obvious on his face.

Ashlyn only laughed, "Silly, silly boy." She jumped off the fence and twirled elegantly on the rough dirt ground. Lloyd now noticed her shoes-or lack thereof.

Mother would have a fit. She's always telling Ash to keep her shoes on.

"Why silly?" He frowned, not liking being called silly. He wasn't a child anymore.

Her eyes sparkled excitedly, "Because, you are for thinking that's all I have in store."

Now he was interested again.

"You know this festival is in town right."

He nodded.

"And you know how we've always wondered what it's like."

Again his head bobbed, the thought she was trying to put through still not clear in his mind.

"And you know how Mother and Father hate it for some unknown reason."

"Y-yeees?"

She turned back to him and took his hands excitedly, "What would you say if I told you we are going this year."

He thought seriously for a minute, "I'd say. . . that your off you head if you think they'd let us." He stated simply.

Ash wacked his head lightly, "Of course they won't! I mean, go this year... without their knowing." She finished thoroughly satisfied with her plan.

Lloyd gapped, "You mean? Leave, the palace. On our own?"

She nodded, still excited.

"We can do that?" His naivety was really slowing things down.

"NO! of course not. But we can sneak out this afternoon and go for a few hours, come back before they even notice." She laid it out for him.

Lloyd thought again, "They will notice though."

She shook her black clad head, "No, because their going to a royal meeting with other dukes and such, won't be back until dinner, but we'll return way before then."

Now the idea formed in his head as possible. Maybe? But they'd never left the palace unguarded or without their parents. Father always said people would hurt them if they knew they were royal. Mother agreed and told them to never go anywhere alone.

But they'd yearned for that anyway. To be free and walk around without problems like other children and young people. They'd even thought about doing it. Lots of times but it never happened. And now here was Ash giving them an opportunity seven years later.

"Ok!" He brightened, "But how can we go and have fun without anyone noticing us?"

"I've thought of that of course!" She giggled.

"How?"

"Later. Come, let's go say farewell to our beloved parents."

She snatched his hand and they both ran toward the entrance of the courtyard where the sparkling coach was waiting to take away the adult royals.

And give the young royals the chance for adventure.

Little did they know just how much adventure they would find.