She had the perfect life. Princess Amy, she had wealth, she had beauty, she had family and friends, and eventually she would have a handsome, rich Prince. She had it all, the dream life. However, Amy felt like it wasn't right. She wanted to have the choice on who she'd marry. She was a big believer in love, and wanted to spend her life with someone that loved her for her, not for her Father's money and her high status.

She sighed, she knew that her parents would be starting to search out for a husband for her soon, they'd hinted at it. Her friend, Bernadette's parents had done the same and now she was married to Sir Howard Wolowitz, and whilst Amy was happy at their wedding, she couldn't help but imagine that one day, that would be her. Being put into a marriage, with somebody she barely knew because of her Parent's will.

It made her feel like an object. She wasn't an object.

She sighed; sometimes she just wanted to escape it all. She could break out of the kingdom, and run to a small town and fall in love with a local man. Amy had read love stories where the Prince would take a local girl, and make her his Princess. She wondered if it could be the other way round, she wanted to change the life of somebody she'd fallen for. The stories were never the other way around, though. Also there was the problem that she'd never really talked to any of the locals, not enough to even make friends.

Her Father would never approve, anyway. He was very keen on keeping their status high, and would have no affiliation with the locals. He tried to stay away from the "lessers" (as he would call them, much to Amy's disapproval) and only communicated with them when it was obligatory. He would tell her that they're just the peasants, and they're not important and she would argue that without them the world wouldn't work the same. She would never win the battle with her Father.

Amy had been thinking about it for a long time now, but a lot more recently, thinking about her future. She wished she could live among the peasants'; she wanted to fight for something. Everything she had was just given to her and she wanted to get a job, explore the real world for once, she felt as if things meant more if you'd worked for them. But that's not how life was, for a Princess.

She frowned; all she wanted to do was leave.

Amy walked down their large staircase; she'd counted the steps there were 187 of them. In the place in which she lived, there were many paintings, many of their ancestors, landscape scenery and even some of the family's animals. They had wooden floors and red carpets throughout the house. It was a dream home, it was beautiful. It had many rooms; Amy's favourite room was the library, were she would read everything, from the most interesting factual books to the wildest romance stories. She could spend hours in there. Heck, if she didn't have to sleep to live she would spend her whole time in there.

As she was walking through her house, to get to the library she was stopped by her Mother.

"Amy, dear." She called. "Is that you?"

"Yes, Mother." Amy replied.

"Ah, great! Your Father and I have important matters to discuss with you." She announced.

"Such as?" Amy asked, although she knew the topic.

"You'll see, sit down on the chair over there and I'll get your Father and we can talk." She said.

Amy walked over to the chairs, she didn't like this already. She sat down and frowned. They'd probably found someone to set her up with, she thought. Amy put her head in her hands, and frowned.

"Good day, Amy." Amy's Father smiled at her. She smiled back at him.

"Good day, Father." She replied. He sat on one of the chairs opposite her, and kept smiling at her. Amy was confused, as her Father wasn't usually the smiling type. Amy's Mother came over a few seconds later and sat by her husband, the King.

"Amy, as you know you're not getting any younger." The King said, "And neither are your parents."

"Yes, I'm aware of the human aging process." She replied.

"Don't be rude, Amy." The Queen replied.

"I wasn't being rude, I wa-"She was cut off.

"More to the point, we have decided that you shall be wed, by the end of the year." Her Father announced, with a huge grin.

"No!" Amy said, that's all she said.

"What do you mean no?" Her Mother asked.

"I don't want to be wed, yet." Amy frowned.

"I apologize; Amy but you have little choice in the matter." She replied, "We have waited long enough, and now it is time, and we want grandchildren before we die."

"What if it's not what I want?" Amy asked.

"Well Amy, you can't always have what you want." Her Mother answered.

"This is different to whether I'd like the tiara with pink or blue diamonds, this is about my life and my future and frankly, I don't find the idea appealing of being wed to a stranger." Amy's temper was rising.

"We've all been through it; I didn't know your Mother when we were married." Her Dad told her.

"Things have changed," Amy insisted, sharply.

"Amy, you knew this day was coming." The Queen told her.

"I refuse." Amy shouted, and ran off.

"She'll give in, don't worry. The Rostenkowski's had the same problem, and now their daughter is married." The King told his wife.

"Ah," The Queen replied. "Tell me, again which Prince we have chosen for our daughter?"

"Only the best in town," He smiled at her whilst pointing down to the paper with the name of Amy's future husband.

Amy ran up to her room, and flung herself on her bed. Yes, she did know that the time was coming for her to eventually be married but she didn't want to hear it, she just wanted to go back in time for a little longer or preferably forever.

She sighed. This was supposed to be a great thing, a wonderful life-changing event that every girl looked forward to. It was supposedly the start of the greatest years, where you had your children and loved every minute of it, with your one and only husband. But, Amy had dreaded it since she can remember.

Amy had thought about it, many times and in all her day dreams she was a miserable wife. She'd even had a few day dreams in which she'd have an affair with somebody from the town. She shook those thoughts off immediately, though because not wanting to be married was one thing, but adultery that was a whole new level of evil. If she ever committed adultery, she was sure that her head would be gone.

Amy wondered who the man was that her Parents (or more specifically, her Father) had chosen for her. She thought about the viable candidates and the single men, in the country that her Father could be in contact with their Parents. She could only think of 4 and she was feeling a bit sick, as none of these men got her motor running.

1. Prince Leonard Hofstadter.

2. Sir Stuart Bloom.

3. King (his Queen had recently died) Barry Kripke.

4. Prince Wil Wheaton.

She shuddered; she knew which was the most likely for her because of her Fathers preference and general closeness with that man's family. She had never spoken to them directly, but her Father had and he was the "boss". She'd heard great things from her Father, but that usually meant she wouldn't like them, and she'd heard bad things from her only friends Penny, and recently-wed Bernadette. Things were looking bleak; she wasn't only getting married to a stranger, but an ass-hole of a stranger.

Amy blinked, letting a single tear roll down her cheek. She was trying to stay strong, but how could she when her future looked like hell? She pulled herself to the window to get some fresh air, and think more clearly. Also, she didn't want anyone to see her.

She looked out upon the town, it was truly beautiful. The sky was bright blue, the sun was shining and the meadows in the distance were looking beautifully cut. The buildings in the town looked fresh, well painted and they were a work of art. Amy found herself smiling at the town's beauty, forgetting her problems for a minute and enjoying the view. There were at least some beautiful things in the world.

Amy tried to look further out, and that's when she saw it. The train. She always loved watching the train go past, and dreamed of going on it. Her Father would never allow her to, no matter how hard she begged. She loved how free it looked, on the tracks. She loved the sound it made when it stopped. She watched it go past every day, it was relaxing to watch and there was just something about it that really caught her eye.

She looked behind her, at her surroundings. No doubt her Parents would still be revising things about her wedding, she could sneak out.

The idea was looking more and more appealing, even with the cons. If she was caught, she'd be brought back and just be locked up in her room; she didn't see that as much of a punishment anyway. If she got away with it, she could be free forever.

She could run away from all this madness.

She could take her money (she'd saved over the years) and run.

And she would.

Amy ripped off her dress, flung her tiara on the floor (she hated that she did that, so she picked it up and kissed it better, she had a slight emotional attachment to that thing) and she found the most casual clothing she owned, a cotton black dress and a blue and green striped cardigan knitted by her Grandma . She knocked off her princess slippers, and slipped on a pair of brown flats. She looked in the mirror, surely she would blend in?

Amy grabbed her gold coins, and sneakily left the castle. She was very lucky that nobody noticed her; it almost felt like a miracle. She walked quickly out the gates, and she was out! A huge grin appeared across her face, she was free. At least for now.

Amy walked through the town to get to the train stop; she could hardly contain her excitement. But there was one problem, she didn't know where she was going, she'd have to ask. She spotted a woman with a short bob, and asked her.

"Excuse me, but could you direct me to the train?" Amy asked.

"Of course, darlin'." The Woman replied, she moved her hands around and gave Amy the correct directions to the train. Amy smiled, she never knew why her Father pitied the locals, and their hearts were much warmer than his.

"Thank you, ever so much." Amy said to her.

"Oh, it's not a problem at all. Could you do me a favour too?" She asked.

"Of course, anything." Amy answered.

"Tell my boy, that his Mother said hello and that she hopes God has blessed him with another great day, he's the train conductor." She smiled, proud of her son.

Amy noticed her smile, "Of course I will."

When Amy had finally got to the train stop, she went to the ticket stand to purchase a ticket.

"Where would you like a ticket for?" The ticket seller asked.

Amy had no idea, and started to panic.

"Could I possibly get a ticket to no-where?" She asked.

He laughed, "Sure, it's not like we haven't heard that before."

He wrote her a ticket, and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She said, giving him her coins.

"Have a blessed day, sweetheart." He said to her, and gave her wave.

Amy waved back; she had never met so many nice people in one day.

She waited just over five minutes for the train; she looked out for the driver in the window. He was an Indian man, with dark hair and a hideously yellow, green and blue patterned shirt.

The door was opened, and a tall man with short dark hair hopped out – the conductor. Amy looked over at him; he was letting all the passengers off before letting her and a few others aboard. He was wishing everybody a great day. He looked so interested in his job, and Amy admired that. A few minutes passed, and finally the last passenger got off the train to let new ones on.

"ALL ABOARD!" He shouted, as the other passengers gave him their tickets and he stamped them and shook their hand with his gloved hand.

Amy was last to get on the train.

"Ticket please," The Conductor asked. She passed him her ticket. "Thank you," He said as he gave it back to her.

"May I ask for your name?" Amy enquired.

"Conductor Sheldon Cooper, at your service." Sheldon said to her.

A/N: Well here we go, AU where Amy is a princess and Sheldon is a conductor. This was inspired by: "I'm a princess and this is my tiara" and "I look like a train conductor" plus the people at FF. I did say, that if no-one else writes it I will. I am going to try and keep everyone in character as much as possible but it's hard with the circumstances, it might've seemed off here but I assure you it will get better. Five stars to anyone who guesses who I've chosen for Amy's husband. THANKS FOR READING!