I know I should be working on my other story, but I got an idea for this one and couldn't wait to post it. :)

Disclaimer- I don't own Kickin' It.

Oh no, this can't be happening. Not to me. Not now. "Princess?" My royal advisor, Jackson asked me. I turned around to face him. "What?" I said a little more coldly then I would have liked. "You're stepping in the water bucket." He said pointing to my foot. "Jackson," I started as he came over and helped me get my foot out of the bucket. I fell back on a bale of hay and sat my horses brush down. He laughed and sat down next to me. "Why must I attend this dinner?" I asked him. He sighed. "It is orders from your father. You must. It is your duty as a-" "Princess to take on the responsibilies of my kingdom once my father steps down from position as King in a month. I know, I know. But why do I need a man on my side? I am only 14 years of age. Why must I?" I asked him. He sighed. "Why can't you just help me run the kingdom? You help me now." I asked him. "Well, Princess, You see, I have no power as a boyfriend would. You must find a boyfriend before the time allotted, or your father shall choose for you. And we both know you won't like that one bit." He told me. I sighed. "I know, but all the suitors are so, arrogant, and cold-hearted and-" I said before Jackson cut me off. "I thought your lady-in-waiting thought they were handsome?" He asked me. "Oh yes, They're handsome alright. Handsomely stupid. Oh Jackson, they're not for me. I mean, I want a boyfriend that has a handsome heart. I honestly don't care about looks." I told him. "Jackson, why can't you just help me?" I wined, tugging on his forearm. He laughed. "I already told you." I slumped my shoulders. "Bedside's I'm getting promoted to a Duke. I couldn't help you, no matter how much I want to." I let go of his arm and slumped my shoulders. "Princess Samantha?" "Yes?" I asked through gritted teeth as I glanced up as my lady-in-waiting, Kelsey, came up to me and Jackson. "You must go and change for the dinner in just a mere several hours." She said. "Alright. Bye Jackson." I said waving at him as I followed Kelsey outside of the barn.

"Father- this is beyond crazy. Can't I just-" I was staring at the princes and dukes standing in front of me. Dozens and Dozens of them. My father cut me off. "No. You must pick from one of these Samantha." "Why?!" I shouted at him. I was getting really ticked off now. "I'm 14 years of age! There is no reason-" "Why you can't have a boyfriend! The fact," I crossed my arms at my father, who had cut me off. "That you are 14 years of age, is Exactly why when I go back to your Uncle's kingdom you need a man in your life to protect you." "I have Rudy." Rudy is my personal guard that pretty much follows me everywhere. "No, no, no, Samantha! A real man! Somebody who, who can help you run a kingdom!" "Why Do I need help!?" I asked him. Every head in the room was now looking at me and my father arguing up on our throne platform. "Because you're only 14, Samantha." He said, as he tried to be calm. "So, So you think that I can't run a kingdom at 14?! Mom said I could! And she was the best queen our Kingdom has ever had! Her ruling… her everything… It's in my blood, you said so yourself!" I yelled at him uncrossing my arms. "I know I did, but I think you spend too much time in your bedchamber and the stables to really know how to run a kingdom. Which is why if you don't pick-" "NO! NO! NO! I'm tired of being a display doll father! I know what's going on in this kingdom more than you do! When was the last time you were in the marketplace?" I didn't even wait for his answer. "I'm not gonna stand up here and pick one of these princes or dukes or whatever they are! No offence guys. You know why? Because I'm tired of being a display doll. I'm tired of being your display doll; I'm tired of being the kingdom's perfect display doll princess! I'm tired and I'm done! Okay! NO ONE. NO ONE force me to get married at 14. Or get a boyfriend or whatever. I don't need one! Just because I'm a girl DOES NOT mean that I need special protection or I need a man to make me whole. Okay? You can except my terms or you'll be looking for a new princess." I said before picking up the skirt to my green dress and running off the platform, through the crowd of boys and out the doors. I didn't stop til I reached my bedchamber.

I shoved open the big wood door and grabbed my satchel. (1) I threw all the things I needed in it, and I grabbed my suitcase. I threw some clothes in there. "Where are you going dear?" My wardrobe said. Her shape shifted so that her face was visible. Nobody knew I had enchanted furniture except for my mom. It was actually a gift from her. "Anywhere but here." I said throwing a quill, some ink and some paper in my satchel. "Oh yeah, I heard that fight you had with your father." She said. My bed shifted its brown, wooden, hand carved headboard and its face appeared. "Yeah, that was a pretty nasty one." "Probably the worst one I've ever heard between any King and Princess." My desk said. "Well, you're wrong about one thing. I'm not a princess anymore." I told them. "You're leaving the palace?" My bed asked me. I shrugged. "Where on earth will you go?" My wardrobe said. "I can write my friend Kimberly a couple miles west. I'm sure she'll let me stay with her at her palace." I told them, throwing some shoes in my suitcase. "I guess you won't be coming back." My desk said sadly. "I don't plan on it." I said. "Well, as long as you're going, Please take these with you." My brown coatrack came to life and walked over to my drawers (The only thing in this room that's not enchanted.) and pulled out two books, a necklace and a scroll. She came over to me and handed them to me. "The necklace was your mothers. You can see the palace or anybody here, and talk to anyone of us, just by opening it." I smiled, and put it on. It was a golden seashell with a gold chain. "The bigger book is a creation your mom made." "Hey!" I jumped as a face appeared on the screen. "Thee name's Milton Krupnick. But I think Milton is alright." I laughed at his accent and picked up the red book. "It's locked." I said. "Yup. The locket opens it. It was also your moms. Let her angel be with you child. Good luck." She said walking back to her old spot and going back to her inanimate form. "Goodbye Samantha. We will miss you dearly. Please call sometimes." I nodded and smiled as everybody but my wardrobe went back to inanimate form. "I will. Bye. I'll miss you guys too." Then there was a loud rapping at my door. Good thing I had it locked. "SAMANTHA! OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY!" It was my father. My wardrobe shifted back into inanimate form and I ran to my window. I opened it and looked down. Dang it. I'm on the second floor. Well… There's a first time for everything I guess… I threw my bags out the window and glanced back at my room. I sighed and grabbed onto the vine and jumped out of my window, shut my window and climbed down the vine.

After tacking up my horse I rode into town, as I had to pick up some things and send my letter to Kimberly before making my way to Kimberly's. I was walking around with a clock over my head when I heard, "STOP HIM!" and somebody knocked into me. "OW!" I yelped when the person grabbed me, pulled me behind a stand and put his hand over my mouth. I heard soldiers. My father must have sent them. "It's no use trying to chase after him men. We're on the look for Princess Samantha. The King wants her back ASAP so she can get married to Prince Brian." "What?" I whispered to myself, but it was muffled by the person's hand over my mouth. "Alright. Let's keep lookin'. Hey is that her horse?" Dang it. I heard them walk away, and I heard my horse neigh, and I saw her rear. I winced as she kicked a couple soldiers in the head, knocking them out cold. Unfortunately One of the guards didn't think that was acceptable, but he did find it acceptable to raise his whip and whip her numerous times. I tried to get out of the person's grip and I tried to scream but he was too strong. They marched away as my horse kneeled down on the ground. Tears started flowing down my cheeks as the person released me. I was about to yell at them but I when I turned my head to meet their eyes… I completely forgot how mad I was with my father.

(1) A Satchel- a purse.

Okay, so I'm working on another story so that should be up soon, and remember I need 2 more reveiws to upload chapter 5 of my 'The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog' :) Let me know what you think of this story so far! Three reviews and I'll update chapter 2! :)

~Max1098