This is a rewrite of the story Forbidden. I just don't like how the last version was going. It took months and a frustrating amount of Writer's Block to figure it out. I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this version more then you enjoyed the last one. I just really didn't like the way it was written or how I portrayed the characters or how I didn't explain back story, or how I didn't include the rest of the flock very well. This story will be very different, but the main idea is the same.

Fang is a prince, Max is a princess, Fang becomes a slave, they fall in love when they're not supposed to, and all hell breaks loose.

Enjoy!

No One's P.O.V

Present Day

The city Alexander is the most prosperous kingdom in the world. It wasn't always like this though. It was once two separate enemy kingdoms, Emmerston and Laylanth, brought together by the most powerful rulers of our time, King Nicholas and Queen Maximum.

This is their story. One of ups and downs and twists and turns and most importantly, Forbidden love: A kind of love that's worth fighting for.

Many Years Earlier

The city of Laylanth was ruled very fairly. Class systems, slavery, and gender roles were all shunned. The people were kind to each other and cruel people were seldom found. Even if they were, they were immediately put in place. Laylanth was what you could call a beautiful kingdom.

Everyone was in the middle of a huge celebration. Their beloved king and queen, Stephen and Johanna, had given birth to a son. Their future ruler was born. The king and queen walked through the crowd smiling at the townspeople. They all threw flowers at the small bundle Queen Johanna was holding. They had named him Nicholas. Prince Nicholas.

The boy was adorable. He had a small tuft of black hair like his father and intelligent black eyes like his mother. He giggled when a pink flower landed on him. The queen smiled at her son and pulled the flower away from him when he tried to eat it. (Just had to include it )

They were headed to Estelle's house. She was the fortune teller of the village. It was tradition that every child had his or her fortune told by Estelle one week after they were born. The king knocked on her door.

Estelle opened the door in a matter of minutes. She was a short, ancient, scraggly woman with frizzy white hair and wrinkly skin.

"Your majesties. What can I do for you?" She asked.

"We'd be honored if you could tell us our son's fortune." The queen smiled at Estelle.

"Ah ofcourse. Please come inside. Lay him down over here."

The queen did as she was told. Estelle hobbled over and laid a wrinkled hand on the baby's forehead. She gasped and quickly retracted.

"What's wrong?" The king asked fearfully.

"I see whips and chains. Cruel words being spoken, tears, pain and sorrow mixed with a desperation to end all the torture. The cause of this is a… a lion? Yes, a red lion pouncing with... with white surrounding it." She said with her eyes closed.

"A lion?" The queen asked.

"Emmerston." The king growled. "A red lion pouncing with a white background is Emmerston's flag."

"You must take him away." Estelle interfered. "He needn't face that torture. Take him away from here and train him. Tell him of his place when he is ready."

"When will he be ready?" Stephen asked.

"The day before he turns nineteen. He will then skip his fate." Estelle's face was grave. The queen picked her baby back up and hugged him to her chest. He was now crying loudly. She rocked him and shushed him quietly.

The king and queen went home sadly. They knew what they had to do although they didn't want to. They sat down in their room. The king looked it his son. The son that he knew would one day come home big and mighty.

He cradled the cranky baby in his arms and kissed his forehead. The queen looked at the boy and started crying as well. Stephen gave her a reassuring smile.

"We will see him again Johanna." He said confidently.

"I know. But he won't even know who we are. He'll think we're strangers. He won't ever love us like real parents." She sobbed.

"Just because he's going away doesn't mean he won't know us. He might not know that we're royalty, but he'll know we're his parents."

The queen looked up. "Huh?" And so the king and queen wrote thirteen letters to their son. Starting his fifth birthday, the young prince would receive one letter from his birth parents on each birthday until his eighteenth. That letter would reveal who he really was. And he would return the day before his nineteenth birthday.

The next day, Stephen and Johanna called upon their most trusted subjects. James Edwin Byers also known by his initials, Jeb, his wife, Valencia Byers, and their thirteen year old daughter, Isabella Byers.

"What is it we can do for you my lords?" Jeb asked as he and his family knelt before them.

"You told me you were leaving this city didn't you?" The king said.

"I did yes. We are just leaving."

"You had once mentioned to me how much you yearned to have a son yes?" The queen asked.

"It has been our dream my lady." Valencia answered with a dreamy smile.

"I would like you to take my son and raise him as your own." The king said. Looking at their confused faces, the king then explained Estelle's prophecy and what they were told to do.

The family immediately understood because they knew that Estelle was never wrong.

"You trust us with your son? Why?" Jeb asked.

The king smiled. "You and your family have been kind to me even before I married Johanna and became royalty. If there is anyone I trust it is you."

"We will protect him with our lives my lords." Jeb said.

The king and queen then explained to the Byers family that they wanted him to know that he had a different set of birth parents but not to know that they were royalty. Both Jeb and Valencia were master warriors and they were asked to train the boy in there arts.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye. The king and queen both hugged their son, imagining that next time they saw him he would be nineteen. He would be a man. The queen took off the necklace she was wearing, the family crest, and put it around the boy's neck. "Goodbye my little prince." Johanna whispered to him. She smiled through the tears that overflowed from her eyes. They were as ready as they ever would be to send their son off.

They then handed their bundle of joy over to Valencia. She smiled and cooed at the baby. Jeb, Valencia, and Ella then walked away with the prince. The only knowledge he would have of his parents would be the letters and the crest of Laylanth.

What the king did not know, though, was that Jeb also worked for another kingdom. Emmerston, Laylanth's one and only enemy. Only time could tell which was more important to him: His love for the boy and his parents or his sense of duty towards his job.

Emmerston was the city bordering Laylanth. Both were constantly at each other's throats about the right was to rule. Emmerston was the opposite of Laylanth. Class systems mattered highly to everyone. Lords and ladies had more rights than the middle class people. Slavery was highly encouraged and thought of as necessary for a balanced population.

Although there was no discrimination towards women, Emmerston was also a dangerous place. There were dark parts of town where criminals ran loose. King Richard and Queen Gloria were the rulers of Emmerston.

Many people in Emmerston did not like their rulers or their way of leading, but nobody could deny that their king and queen were powerful and even those who disliked them didn't dare defy them.

Queen Gloria gave birth to a daughter at the same time as Queen Johanna gave birth to a son. But unlike Johanna, Gloria went through a serious illness. She was very close to dying during child birth. Although it was a rough night for Richard and Gloria, both she and the child made it through but not unscathed.

The princess was born without a voice. After hours of checking on the baby, the doctors concluded that it was a high possibility that the child's voice would come back in her later years.

The king and queen were relieved. After all, this was the future queen they were talking about. They decided to name her Maximum since it was a name that expressed strength and that was exactly what they wanted their daughter to be. Strong.

Right when King Richard held his baby girl, he decided that he would love her whether she had a voice or not. So what if she couldn't talk? He would be the greatest father for her (I decided to change King Richard's personality a little bit. His relationship with Max is going to be different too.)

His daughter had his eyes: Light brown, but her hair was unlike both his and Gloria's. It was a beautiful blonde. His hair was light brown and his wife's was ebony. Word spread quickly and soon everyone in the kingdom knew about the princess and her voice.

Everyone in the kingdom was happy that the royals had a child but for different reasons. Some were just happy for the king and queen. Others were excited that they had the opportunity to marry off their son to the girl and become part of the royal family. The more evil minded people thought of the girl as a way to get back at the king for revenge, a good ransom tool, or a way to get what they want from their leaders. (I thought I made Max's life too easy in the last version.)

The king and queen knew this and knew they would have to keep a guard on her at all times until they were sure she could perfectly defend herself. Even then, they would have to keep a watchful eye on her.

When the king and queen returned to their castle, a young soldier was waiting for them, saying he needed to speak urgently. The queen went to bed with her daughter, extremely exhausted from childbirth.

"My lord. My name is Ari Batchelder. My commanding officer sent me here with an urgent message."

"Fire away." The king replied, settling on his throne.

"Are we in a private area sir?" The young soldier asked.

"As private as it can get."

"Well," The soldier said, deciding it was safe to convey his message, "we have reason to believe that Laylanth is plotting an attack on us."

The king was not worried about his city, but his daughter. If those people got a hold of her, he knew that they could ask him for anything and he would be forced to comply. That planted an idea in his head. Wouldn't Stephen if and Johanna have the same reaction if their child was taken by Emmerston?

He had heard that they had had a son at the same time as Maximum was born. His name was… Richard couldn't recall it. Ah, Nicholas. Prince Nicholas was his name. It was a perfect plan. Knowing Laylanth, the people would already be in love with the baby prince.

If he could just get his hands on the baby, Laylanth would be his to control. War wouldn't be an option for Laylanth if the boy's throat was on the line.

Richard had also heard that Stephen had sent the boy into hiding. "Tell your commanding officer that we have a prince to find and kidnap." The king replied. When the guard left, Richard rubbed his head. All the things he's gone through, and it was only eight in the morning. He went to go sleep with his wife and daughter.

"It's been done." Ari said to the figure in the dark.

"Both rulers have been informed?" The cold voice asked. It sent chills through Ari's spine.

"Yes sir. They both think an attack is coming from the other kingdom." Ari said quietly.

"I'm impressed at your timing Ari. Impressed and pleased. You have passed my test. Good. I don't have to deal with you like I did with the others. Well, it's just you now." Ari's commanding officer replied.

Others? How did he deal with them? It's just me? Does he mean he actually… Ari audibly gulped. He was almost sure 'dealt with them' didn't meant sent them away with their starting pay check and wished them best of luck to find a new job.

"The plan is all in place." The figure continued. "The two kingdoms will be blinded by their hate towards each other and I will have the perfect opportunity to take both as my own!" The leader laughed cruelly.

This isn't what I signed up for. I just need to support my family. I don't want to do this anymore. The problem was, Ari had no choice but to listen to every word his commander said, otherwise he would end up like the 'others' and being dead wasn't an option for him.

Okay… So that was the first chapter. How was it? If you guys really hate this story, I'll just continue the other version. I just wanted to make it better, but if it turns out worse, please don't hesitate to be as blunt as you want. Thank you soooooo much for still sticking to this story. Review… Please?

With love,

FangGirlForever