Yo, it's a little one-shot! This one is inspired by "White Horse" by Taylor Swift. I'm not a really big fan of hers, but I think this song fits the mood really well. Hope you like it.

"Eleanora, wait!" Dante screamed. He grabbed onto my hand, trying to calm me down. I tugged my hand away, tears streaking my face. My make-up was running, but I didn't care. He lied to me, he broke our promise.

"Why should I wait! All I wanted was you, nothing but you! You ruined this relationship!" I shouted, my voice breaking the silent winter air. Snow was falling, speckling my blonde hair. It was exactly one year since I've met Dante.

"You're my principessa," he said.

As soon as I hear those words, the past year flashed in my mind. All the good times, where he made me feel special. Those stupid three words pieced my heart. Anger built up in me.

"I'm not a principessa. This isn't a fairytale, Dante. We don't have a happily ever, but it's not because of a wicked witch, it's because of you!" I screamed, running away. I had no idea where I was going, I just went. Anywhere was better than by his side. I found a park bench and sat there, crying my eyes out. How could I be so stupid? I didn't want to believe the rumors, I didn't want to think that he was cheating on me. I wanted my happily ever after. I took shaky breaths. How stupid could I get?

Bel's P.O.V: The winter air was my favorite. As I continued my walk around the park, I heard crying. Puzzled, I walked towards it. It came from a girl sitting on a bench. She must have heard noises, because she looked up at me. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, even though her make-up was ruined.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She chuckled darkly.

"Are you my prince? Are you supposed to save me from evil and sweep me off my feet?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"I could be." (End of Bel's P.O.V)

Here was this random boy, asking me if I was okay. What okay person sits on a bench, crying her eyes out? I chuckled, and asked him if he was my prince. Surprisingly, he said he could be. As soon as he said that, he came closer to me.

"I may not know you, but I know a damsel in distress when I see one. Lucky for you, I'm a true prince," he whispered, pointing to a tiara on his head. He held out his hand. I don't know what got into me, but I took it.

Ten Years Later

"I'm glad I took your hand ten years ago, Bel," I whispered, cuddling up to him.

"I'm glad I found you ten years ago, principessa." he whispered back. Finally, I had my prince on a white horse.