Hi anyone reading this! Thanks for even checking this out! So this is my very first attempt at making a fan fic. It means a lot to me that you're even here, even if you're just skimming the chapter. I hope to keep this updated at least once a week. It being summer and all means that I have plenty of time. Anyways, feel free to leave any comments and reviews! It can be about what you want to happen, what you liked, what you didn't, any grammar/spelling mistakes. Seeing as I haven't every written anything like this means that I am quite an amateur.

So this story is going to be a Cargan love story. There is going to be plenty of romance and action. I already have a couple chapters planned out, but I'm always open to change. I put this under Mature because I don't really know yet how far I want to go between Carlos and Logan. There will probably be some swearing, violence, maybe some death, and who knows maybe some smut/slash in the future. :) However, as of right now, its pretty PG! Lastly, after reading this over, this chapter kinda has some similarites to Brave, the Pixar movie, but I swear that the coming chapters are nothing like it. So, enjoy!

Chapter 1

The morning sun streamed into Logan's sleeping quarters filling the room with warm light. It was a beautiful spring day without a cloud in sight. Many in the kingdom would wake and feel that today was going to be a good one. But for Logan, it was a day he was dreading. Today was the day that his future wife was visiting to begin their courtship, something he certainly did not want. Logan did not want to marry Princess Camille of Hilaclya, let alone any girl. But, his feelings were irrelevant to his parents. According to King David, his father, and Queen Isabella, his mother, Camille and Logan's betrothal was absolutely necessary for the continued peace and harmony between their two lands.

With a knock on his door, Queen Isabella entered his chambers. "Rise and shine Logan! We have a big day today!" she chimed. She gracefully strolled to Logan's window and flung open the drapes, letting even more light in and fully awakening Logan.

"Uhhhhh," Logan groaned as he rolled over in his bed and buried his face in his pillow. "Just give me a few more minutes, please Mother," Logan grumbled.

"I think not! You know that you must get ready! There is so much to finalize for Princess Camille's arrival. The great hall must be decorated, the food must be finished for the feast, your outfit needs to be determined. So much!" She exclaimed.

"Don't we have servants to do all of that? Why do I have to be present?" Logan questioned, but he already knew what the answer was going to be.

"Logan, I've told you this a million times. This is the start of the rest of your life! You need to have some input on all the things that are going on. In a few years, you will have a lot more responsibilities then a simple party. Now, get out of bed and I'll meet you in a little while for breakfast." With that, the queen exited his chambers and left him to ready himself.

With a sigh, Logan hoisted himself out of bed and went to his washbasin. He splashed some water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His medium-length hair was a little messed up and his deep brown eyes were still sleepy. Prince Logan of Toreven, sometimes wished he wasn't royalty. For one thing, he could finally have the freedom to explore the world. He disliked constantly being trapped in his castle, without many friends. But for the most part, he hated having the responsibilities of being a prince. He didn't want to rule the kingdom and make life-changing decisions that would determine the fate of it. But he especially did not want to marry Camille. The thought of being forced to live his life with someone forever without love sickened him.

Sighing again, Logan dried his face and got ready. He slipped on a clean shirt and went downstairs for breakfast. Soon after, he went about his duties. He made sure that all the decorations were in order and that the food was prepared to his liking. Time flew as he ran about the castle making sure things were in order. Every now and then though he had time to visit the stables and his companion Wolf, who happened to be a horse. He would bring him an apple, brush him, clean his stall, and even talk to him about his feelings. Wolf seemed to be the only one in the family that actually listened to Logan.

Before Logan knew it, it was time for Princess Camille's visit. Logan entered the great hall where his mother and father were already seated at their thrones. "Good day father. Good day mother." Logan said as he approached them.

"Ahh, Logan, we were just wondering where you were. Perfect timing!" King David remarked. "Are you excited for the start of the rest of your life?"

Unenthusiastically, Logan responded a simple, "Of course."

The trumpets sounded, the drums rolled, and the doors of the great hall burst open as Princess Camille's procession marched in. Her parade consisted of dozens of royal guards, beautiful dancers, jesters, and colorful streamers. Towards the front of the parade was a elegant float decked in flowers. There Camille sat, poised and beautiful as she waved to the on lookers in the great hall. She wore a purple dress with beautiful embroidery. As she approached the thrones, white doves and butterflies were released.

"Welcome to our gracious castle. It is an honor for us to have you as our guest," Queen Isabella said as she rose. "This is my husband, King David, and this is my son, Prince Logan."

"The honor is all mine, your highness. I must thank you again for allowing me to make the trip to Toreven instead of Prince Logan venturing to Hilaclya. For you see, I've dreamt about seeing the your kingdom, and I thought this was the perfect way to do it." Camille responded.

"Well, then, shall we all move to the dining hall so we can get even more acquainted?" King David spoke as he rose from his throne.

Logan rose and approached Camille. He offered his arm to her so as to escort her to the dining hall. Though he absolutely did not want to be there at that moment, he felt that it was necessary to at least have common manners and be a gentleman. She accepted his gesture with a small smile and they walked to the dining hall.

When they entered the room, the table was set with a feast. With almost every feasible animal laying on the table accompanied with flower arrangements, tall candles, and fresh greens from their garden. The night passed on smoothly as Logan learned about Camille whilst they dined. Logan barely spoke since Camille rather enjoyed speaking. She told them about how she enjoyed reading and performing in plays. She loved every animal on the planet, except for spiders. Her favorite season was autumn because she loved the ways the trees changed colors. All in all, Logan in the end felt she was...fine. Nothing more. Like every other girl he had met, he was indifferent about her. He neither hated nor adored her. He knew that this would be the case from the very beginning. He could see himself forty years from now, married to Camille living a quiet life. He wouldn't be happy, but he would at least be fine.

When their evening ended, everybody retreated to their quarters. As Logan entered his room, a knock on his door soon followed and his mother entered. "So...Logan...what did you think of Camille?" She asked.

"Eh, she was okay." Logan responded.

"'Eh?' Logan, don't give me that attitude. Camille was a lovely girl. You need get your attitude straight and stop being so picky!"

"Mother, you already know that I don't want an arranged marriage! I want to fall in love and get married on my own!"

"Enough with this! I am tired of hearing this non-sense! You will marry Camille and that is that!"

"Ahhhh! You don't understand!" Logan yelled. With that he stormed out of his room. Logan needed to clear his mind and get away from this mess. He took Wolf and headed into town. Angry that he would have no say in his life. Angry that no one understood what he was going through. Angry at himself for being so confused.