Enchanted to Meet You

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! or the Taylor Swift sing 'Enchanted,' which is where I got the idea for the title of this story.

Summary: AU. Tsukiyomi Ikuto is the prince of the Kingdom of Easter. Hinamori Amu is the princess of the Kingdom of Seiyo. In order to strengthen the bond between the two kingdoms, an arranged marriage has been decided…but Amu wants nothing to do with Ikuto! A story of adventure, drama, possible humor, and true love! Amuto! With some Kutau and little bits of Rimahiko and Yairi. Rate T for language and Ikuto's teasing.

Okay, so I got this idea and I really wanted to try it out. Sorry for starting stories when others aren't finished yet…I just had to share this! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

First Meeting

Hinamori Amu wanted to run-run far away. Just weeks away from turning eighteen, the young princess learned that she was to be in an arranged marriage-for the good of their kingdom of Seiyo and the neighboring kingdom of Easter. This marriage would forge a stronger alliance between the two kingdoms, as a war with a kingdom to the west was in the works. Why did she want to run?

Because she had never once met anybody from the neighboring kingdom in her entire life.

She looked at her reflection in her mirror, golden eyes tired as she brushed her mid-back length pink hair. She sighed sadly. She had never once left home, and was now to travel with her mother, the queen, to Easter to meet her future husband today. She hadn't been able to sleep, worrying that she might not like him…that he might not like her. She placed her brush on her desk placed a black x-shaped clip on the left side of her head. She looked at her magenta dress, a nice dress with tulle in the skirt to make it more poofy and tank top straps. She wore black ballet flats and had minimal makeup on. She checked her appearance one final time before exiting her room.

"Are you ready to meet your fiancé?" Rima, her lady in waiting, asked, falling into step beside her.

Amu sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Rima shrugged. "I'll be with you and the queen every step of the way."

Amu smiled a little at her long-time friend. "Thank you."

The carriage ride to Easter was about an hour long, and spent with Amu being quizzed on different things about the neighboring kingdom that she had had to study over the previous week.

When they arrived, the queen, Amu, her younger sister Ami, Rima, and one of the royal body guards who was also a knight named Kukai, exited the carriage and walked up the front steps into the castle. A servant led them down a couple long hallways before stopping them in front of two large double doors. She opened the doors and a man made an announcement, informing the occupants of the room of the newcomers' arrival.

Amu kept her eyes on the floor, wanting to disappear, to run away, not even wanting to look at the man she was to marry against her will. But she didn't protest once…because she was a princess, and getting married to strangers is sometimes a thing that princesses do. 'What moron came up with that idea?' She thought to herself. She stopped walking when her mother and sister did, with Rima and Kukai behind them.

Her mother smiled and curtsied. "Hello, King Aruto and Queen Souko. May I present to you my daughters, Princess Amu, my oldest, and Princess Ami, my youngest."

Amu still didn't look up, only give a curtsy as her introduction as her sister curtsied, the youngest Hinamori smiling, excited to be in a new place for the first time.

Aruto and Souko smiled kindly at them.

"And may we present to you our children, our daughter Princess Utau, and her older brother Prince Ikuto." Souko introduced them.

Utau stood from her throne and curtsied. "Pleased to meet you all." She sat back down, glanced at Kukai, who smiled at her, and then quickly looked away from him.

"Onee-chan, look up." Ami whispered to her sister.

Amu held her breath before slowly looking up…straight into the blue eyes of Tsukiyomi Ikuto. She slowly, quietly, exhaled, glad he didn't look twenty years older than her and wasn't an unattractive dork. No, he was FAR from those things. She hated to admit it, but he was TOTALLY neither of those two things. She had already heard from her mother that he was six years older than her, making him twenty-four years old with her soon turning eighteen years old. He had navy blue hair and a slim figure. He stood, and realized that he was definitely taller than her, but not to the point where he would tower over her.

Ikuto gave a slight bow. "It's nice to meet you all." He said this, but his eyes focused only on Amu.

The older royals smiled at their children.

"Ikuto, why don't you take Amu on a tour of the gardens? We'll meet you in the parlor for tea when you're done." Souko suggested.

Ikuto looked…hesitant? He nodded. "Yes, mother." He walked towards Amu and offered his arm to her, whish she reluctantly accepted, placing her hand on his arm. "Shall we?"

Amu glanced up at him and nodded. "Yes."

Ikuto then led her out of the throne room and down a couple hallways until they were outside in a large garden, with a good-sized hedge maze and different fountains throughout the garden.

Amu was amazed. Of course they had their own large garden at home, but this was by far much better-more grand. Their walk had been totally quiet, and she wondered if she had done something wrong, when he suddenly spoke.

"You don't want to be here." It wasn't a question.

Amu looked up at him. "Excuse me?" But she knew what he meant.

Ikuto sighed. "You'd rather be at your own castle, not being forced to meet a complete stranger. Am I correct?" He looked at her.

Amu was speechless at first, before looking at some flowers in front of them and replying, "…of course. I only found out a week ago." She took her hand off his arm, crossing her arms over her chest. "Look, I don't want to sound horrid, but I don't want to marry you. I don't even know you."

Ikuto chuckled. "I already knew you would feel that way-because I feel the same way."

Amu kept her eyes focused on the flowers. "So what do you propose we do?"

Ikuto shrugged. "Get to know each other?"

Now, Amu had little to no experience with other princes, let alone boys in general, since the only boys she knew were her few friends in the palace. So, of course when presented with the opportunity to flirt or talk at all, her "other character" came out-what some members of her kingdom had come to call her "cool and spicy façade."

She still didn't look at him. "Whatever. I just want to get this over with, alright?" She mentally punched herself. 'What was THAT for?!'

Ikuto raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the young princess. He was used to girls falling all over him-so this was, to put it simply, weird. He noticed her looking at a bush full of white roses. "Do you like those?"

Amu still wouldn't look at him, shrugging her shoulders. "They're alright, I guess."

"You can have one, if you would like one."

Amu nodded, having wanted to ask but not wanting to switch "characters." She reached for a rose and suddenly gasped. "Ouch!"

Ikuto took a step closer to her. "What's the matter?"

Amu held her hand close to her chest. "I pricked my finger on a thorn." She frowned.

Ikuto pulled a handkerchief from his pants pocket. "Here, give me your hand."

Amu kept her eyes on her hand, doing as she was told, wondering what he was going to do.

He then wrapped his handkerchief around her finger, placing the rest of it in her hand. "There, that should stop the bleeding." He carefully picked a rose from the bush, one without thorns, and placed it behind her ear. "There."

Amu chose then to finally look up at him. And for a moment, she stopped breathing. His face was close to hers, but not to the point where their noses would be touching. He had unidentifiable expression on his face. Upon seeing her wide eyes, surprised by his closeness, a look of mischief touched his eyes.

"Something the matter?"

Amu blushed, breathing once again, looking away from him. "Thank you for your kindness. We should rejoin the others for tea."

Ikuto nodded. "Alright." He offered his arm to her once again, and she reluctantly put her hand on his arm.

After tea, Amu returned home with the others.

"So, dear, what did you think of him? You two seemed to hit it off pretty well. And that handkerchief…that was very kind of him." Her mother smiled.

"And he gave you a rose!" Ami beamed.

Amu had almost forgotten about the rose touched behind her ear. She looked at the handkerchief that she still held in her hand. "…I suppose…he wasn't all bad."

'But I won't give in. Never. I won't let this marriage happen.' She thought to herself as she got out of the carriage and walked to her room.

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