It has been a while since the last time I wrote. Reading a book I hated, I thought that I might improve it, so here it is. Enjoy. I hope you leave reviews.

Characters belong to E. L. James, the story to Susan Meier.

Prince Christian Grey drove his horse by a narrow path that was taking him to the forest behind the family's royal palace. Charlie was moving with the speed and agility of a real champion, creating a tunnel of wind that swirled around them.

Normally, Christian would have been on the beach right now. Enjoying the pretty girls wearing bikinis showing their tanned and toned bodies, pretending that they don't draw the attention of the men there.

With his always present bodyguards dressed as tourists, placed strategically around him and an always-ready group of friends he would swim a little bit, eat, gamble and take a nap and a shower just to start all over again.

First, he would go to the casinos to find a woman of his taste that suited his mood as a companion for the evening, then they would have dinner, maybe gamble a bit more and let the night take them were it would.

He nudged Charlie to go faster. Today, he couldn't be able to do any of the things he loved. Least of all find a willing lady. No. today was the day he would officially meet the woman he was going to get marry.

The Princess.

He spat the word in his mind as the wind caressed him, trying to soothe him but failing. He had seen pictures of her, of course. Through the years, they'd also unofficially run into each other at boarding school. But she was several years younger than him and he had met her believing she would marrying his older brother Elliot as part of a treaty. So, their greetings had been stilted, though polite. After boarding school, their paths never crossed again. She went to university in the United States where she was part of different causes, everything from starving children to stray cats.

He struggled not to close his eyes in frustration. Elliot had gotten a night-stand pregnant, and had to marry her. Kate, because the son they conceived was now the next heir to Xaviera's throne, which made Christian the only prince available to fulfill the terms of the treaty with Grennady. Princess Ana had turned twenty-five years old a few months ago. She was officially marriage age, and his time of doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted was up.

Even worse, she would be the queen of Grennady one day. Getting marry to a crusader who would be queen seemed punishment enough for a prince that had spent his life avoiding responsibility.

With another nudge to Charlie, he sent the horse galloping toward the stable, only slowing the pace when they got close to the wide barn doors. He jumped off tossed the riding crop to a servant girl milling nearby. The girl was wearing faded blue jeans and a T-shirt that showed off her fantastic figure, but it was her dark hair and blue eyes that made his hormones take notice.

Any other day, he would flirt, itching to run his hands through her hair that she had now in a ponytail and surely lose would reach her hip, but today, he was about to meet his future bride.

'Charlie gets the VIP treatment' he said, taking off his black helmet that matched with his black leather boots and gloves. 'Don't think you can scrimp brushing. I'll be back this evening after the dinner party to make sure you took care of him as you should'.

The woman looked at him in bewilderment.

He sighed. 'I know. He is an Arabian horse with four white boots. Bad luck if you want to breed him.'

'But I am…'

'New, I get it.' And he didn't want to stand around chatting. Especially no with a beautiful woman that reminded him of everything he was tossing away because of his family misplaced sense of duty. 'I'm done with you, I have business to attend to'.