Chapter 1

When Kiyara Jukay awoke on the day of her fourteenth birthday, she was greeted by her best friend Shun. Kiyara had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and she was five foot seven inches tall. Shun was a little taller, and had shoulder length green hair and green eyes. He was fourteen as well. They were both servants to her royal highness, Mrs. Masami Sayont, whose husband had died two years before, as had her only son, and the heir to the throne. But little did she know, her son had a daughter before he died, and his wife died while giving birth. Her son named his daughter Kiyara. She was put up for adoption when her parents died, and her last name changed to Jukay. She forgot her past as the prince's daughter, and thought she was born to the Jukay family. Then her parents died and the queen took her in as a servant, and she became her most trusted. But now, the queen knew that Kiyara was the heir to her throne, but she didn't have the heart to tell her yet, due to the fact that Kiyara loved her work, and since she was Shun's friend, she could not command him to do things around the house. Masami was seventy-six years old, had shoulder length gray hair and purple eyes. She was no more than five foot six. She thought of Kiyara and Shun as her children. She cared for them as such. But she had to tell Kiyara the truth. She made up her mind. She would first thing when she saw Kiyara.

Kiyara smiled when she saw Shun.

"Hey! What's up?" she asked. Shun smiled.

"Happy birthday," he said. Kiyara jumped up and hugged him, because she was so happy. She kissed his cheek, making him blush.

"I am so lucky to have a friend like you Shun! We'll be friends forever, I do hope."

"We will. Don't worry about that," he said reassuringly. She smiled at him.

"Thanks for reassuring me again. I always seem to forget!" she teased, her smile growing wider. Shun laughed.

"That, I cannot believe," he said when he stopped laughing. She gave him a sheepish grin.

"But it's true" she said worriedly. Shun laughed again.

"I see. Shall we possibly go and see what the queen has planned for your birthday today?"

"Alright, lets."

He hooked arms with her and they walked off.

Masami watched as Shun and Kiyara approached her. Kiyara curtsied and Shun bowed. She smiled at them.

"You two know you don't have to do that," she said.

"Madame, did you know that today is my birthday?" Kiyara asked her politely.

"Yes, I did. Shun, have you wished her a happy birthday?"

"Yes, I have ma'am," he said.

"Alright. Go tell the others to help prepare a celebration. I need to speak to Kiyara in private."

"Yes ma'am."

Masami watched him walk off, waiting until the door was closed and she and Kiyara were completely alone.

"I have to tell you something," she said. Kiyara looked at her quizzically.

"What?"

"You were not born to the Jukay family, as you thought. You were the daughter of my son, and when he died you were given to the Jukay family to raise. I took you in, not knowing who you were. But now I do, studying your movements, and you look just like him. You two have the same eyes, same caring hearts, and same hair color. You are so much like him and his wife. You are almost her exact image, except the eyes. You have his eyes."

"I'm afraid you are mistaken Madame. I am not your grand daughter."

"You are Kiyara. I found record of it."

"That isn't possible! I can't be your grand daughter!"

"You are, my child."

"No! It's not true! SHUN!" she yelled, running out of the room, calling out his name repeatedly.

Shun caught Kiyara just outside his room. She began crying against his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a worried tone in his voice.

"The queen told me I'm her grand daughter. I don't want to believe it but I know it's true! I know it is! The queen wouldn't lie!" she cried. Shun hugged her tightly.

"Kiyara, it's alright. Even if you are a princess, it doesn't change who you are. You'll always be you."

"But I don't want this! I want to be Kiyara Jukay! Not Kiyara Sayont!"

"I know. You are Kiyara Jukay. You always will be, but you are the princess of this country. I've known for a while. I looked at the hall of records, when the book was still open on the table in there. Kiyara Sayont, born July seventh, 1930. Then it said, parents died 1942, and was given to the Jukay family to be raised. They died two years later and you were taken in by the queen. It's all true. Want me to show you?"

"No. I believe you."

"It changes nothing. You're still my best friend. You always will be."

"Thank you Shun."

"Anytime, Kiyara."

"Madame, I accept the terms of being Princess of England. But allow me time to tell everyone."

Masami nodded.

"Yes," she nodded, smiling. "As always, do as you please."

"Shun... I will become the princess, but that won't change anything between us! I won't tell you what to do, ever. You are my best friend in this world. Always! Always!" Kiyara said, hugging him tightly. "No matter the circumstances."

Shun blushed at her.

"I know that Kiyara. We promised that when we met. We'd always be friends, no matter what," he said. He wanted to tell her a secret so bad. That he was falling in love with her, or already had. If he hadn't he was very close to it. But he didn't know how she would handle it.

"I remember. Always. I will never forget it. I promise that" she said, smiling at him, releasing him from the hug. He reluctantly let her go, hoping she hadn't noticed. She acted as if she was about to say something when one of the knights approached her.

"Milady, her highness requests your presence outside at the front gate immediately," he said, kneeling before her. "And you alone..." he added, glaring to Shun, who returned the icy stare.

Kiyara walked out to the front gate, and stood at the queen's side.

"What is it Madame?" she asked.

"We have a visitor."

Kiyara looked to the opening of the gate, and saw the man on the horse sitting there. He had long red hair and brilliant emerald eyes. He hopped off the horse, and Kiyara guessed he was at least six feet tall. He didn't dress like a knight. He dressed like a prince. Her Prince Charming.