AN:/ Hey guys, this is my first FSOG story. This story is AU and some of the character will act or be OCC. This story is rated M for language, Violence, and sexual themes that will occur later on in the chapter. I will try to update regularly, but I start my second year of college the 18. Which may affect the updates. Please review, your thoughts.

He gritted his teeth; as the scene with his father replied in his head. The idea of an arranged marriage to that woman only fueled his temper. Of course, he was the prince and the idea of an arranged marriage wasn't anything new. If only his father knew the truth, but the truth was the last thing that his father needed to know. His fathers final words echoed through his brain: "Christian, you are going to marry this woman. You are to be king someday, and this is what you must do!" The truth of it was, Christian had no desire to be king, but he wasn't left with much choice. He stopped pacing, and glanced out the window of his chambers. Yellow, orange, and pink rays filled in the sky as the sun set across the horizon. He adjusted his royal robes, and heard the door creak up.

Another member of royalty stood in the door of Christian chambers, Elliot Grey. A long sigh escaped his lips, word had reached Elliot of his brothers outburst about the marriage. Elliot's blond hair swept back, was one of the many physical difference between Elliot and Christian. "Brother," he began, softly. "I know that this can not be easy for you..."

"Easy for me?!" Christian growls, he turned around looking at Christian with his dark grey eyes. "How would you know? You denied the throne!" He hissed. Even Christian knew that Elliot was not the root of his problem, but at that moment he did not care. "Do you have any fucking idea of who father told me to marry!?" He questioned, but did not wait for an answer. "Elena Robison! Of course, I can see why father would want me to marry her. The political gain would be incredible since she is the heir to her country."

Carefully Elliot took a step towards his brother. He knew that once Christian became this upset his temper could become unpredictable. Elliot had never wanted the throne, not once in his life. He public declined the throne without warning any of the other family members, but he had paid for that one. "I know that's it's a huge sacrifice to make, but Christian what happened between the two of you? I remember a time when you seemed so close with her."

A part of past that he wished that he could forgot, but the damage was done long ago. Christian leaned against the cool brick of his bedroom chambers, his robes dangling. "I don't want to marry her, I shouldn't have to because it's good for our country!" Snapped Christian. "At this point I don't think I have much of a choice, you don't want to lead. Father would never give Mia the throne, and he would never let anyone else have it!" His hands balled up to fists, just thinking about Elena made his blood boil. The idea of not knowing what to do only made him more furious.

Pressed lips together, Elliot debated the next words in his head. He could see the temper building inside his little brother, and normally he didn't worry about his control when it came to his temper, but he did right now. "What are you going to do?" He questioned.

Christian glanced over his broad shoulder to look at his older brother. "I don't know," he admitted, softly. His eyes darted back towards the sunset. "Did you come into my chambers for a purpose? I asked to be alone." Which reminded him to have a talk with his guard about letting people in.

Elliot nodded his head yes. "Mother is requesting your presence at dinner," he looked at around the room. "She said that I would have a better chance of bringing you than sending a guard, brother."

A small grin escaped Christian face as he only could think about having a guard try to bring him for dinner; especially with his temper right now. Christian sighed softly and headed down the marble stairs with his brother. He struggled to stay in control with his temper; he knew that a family dinner was no place for the conversation he needed to have with his father. As they made their way into dining area something made Christian stop dead in his tracks. He felt his breath become caught in his throat. It was her; Elena Robison. Christian walked across the room. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He growled, his tone anything but light.

The whole room erupted in a series of gasps as the King and Queen jumped to their feet. Queen Grace looked over at her son, stunned by her sons actions. "Christian!" She spoke, scolding the boy. Her eyes were wide, as usually Christian didn't show this amount of time.

King Carrick stood on his feet, his eyes narrowed at his son. The king was trying to what he felt was best for the country, and if that meant that his son had to marry Princess Elena that's what he must Christian. "I'm sorry," he spoke, trying to calm the room. "My son did not know that you were coming. He is just stunned to see you so beautiful, ."

Elena eyes gazed the room, but locking eyes with her prince, or soon too be prince. A soft smirk quickly flashed across her face, for Christian eyes only. She knew why he had reacted that way, and it was too perfect. "It's alright," she spoke, and looked at the King now. "I'm sure he's delighted to see me."

A variety of emotion flowed through Christian but not one of them was delight. He narrowed his eyes, and quickly muttered an apology to his mother and father, but he knew that the game that Elena was playing was going to be a war. He took his seat and picked up his glass drinking the red wine that he been given to him. He raised the glass just slightly knowing that Elena would take it as a challenge. Christian Grey was going to war; a war he knew would be bloody, but he was going to win.

Across the vast kingdom sat Anastasia Steele, a young girl no more than the age of 25. She sat eating day old bread that she had been allowed to buy for cheap. Anastasia spend most of her time working at the local market selling various things. She looked over at her housemate, and best friend Kate. Anastasia took a small bite of her bread, and longed for some meat.

Kate looked over at her best friend, and sighed knowing exactly what she was thinking. Both girls wished that they had more money, but many of their money went to the kings taxes. "Jose wants to go to the jousting tomorrow. I was thinking about going."

Slowly Anastasia sat down her food to look at Kate. She wanted to go because it always felt that they were in a rut but the money made her worry. "What about the money? You know how much it costs to get in and the taxes are due soon."

A long sigh escaped Katie's lips. "Can't you be wild for once in your life?" She questioned, but did not wait for an answer. She knew that her best friend always did exactly as she was told. "We have enough money for taxes and such Ana. If we go I'm sure that the royal family will be there. Especially Prince Elliot."

Anastasia had to laugh at her best friend, for as long as she could remember Kate had a crush on Prince Elliot. Anastasia had never seen the hype for the royal, of course, they were all beautiful and a person looking at them could tell that they had power. "Alright, Alright," she spoke, and figured that her work day would be over by the time that the jousting would take place that it would okay. "We'll go, but only because you are my best friend."

Kate flashed her best friend a smile. She finished her bread, and looked over at Anastasia. "We'll go because I'm your best friend or because Jose wants us to go?" She questioned, a smirk quickly coming to her face. "Everyone can see that he is smitten with you. Maybe one day you two will be married in front of the church."

Anastasia sighed softly, as she looked over at Kate. She had always wanted someone to be smitten over her, but she knew that if she wasn't married by now the chances of it happening were slim. "Kate, he's just my friend, alright?"

"If you say so," Kate grinned, and looked over at the dimming fire. She sighed, and looked over at the shrinking amount of firewood that the two girls had. "Why don't we prepare ourselves for bed? You and I have an early start tomorrow." She spoke, and watched as Anastasia headed towards her bedroom.

The dinner was enough to drive Christian temper right off the edge, but the fact that King Carrick had invited Elena to stay at the castle made Christian see red with fury. Christian grabbed Elena by the arm, his touch catching the soft fabric of her dress. He pulled her into the chambers, and shut the door behind him. "It's just you and I," he paced around her. "I should kill you, or smack you..."

Elena didn't allow Christian to finish his sentence. "Smack me?" She spread her arms open, inviting him to do. "You weren't shy to smacking when I taught you how pleasurable pain can be. I never did believe you when you said you were through with me, Christian."

"I am through with you, Elena," he hissed, his hands balling up into fists. "You have everyone fooled, but I'm not in the mood for one your games. I will end you, if my father knew the truth about you," Christian began to chuckle. "He would shame you like the slut you are."

"Such harsh words from a prince," She countered, and narrowed her eyes. "You go and tell your father," she paused for a long moment. "You won't because he would shame you too. Now I will be your princess, Christian!" She turned and headed for the door to go to her chambers. "Tomorrow at the jousting we will make our first public appearance."

Christian turned and kicked the side of his bed, in pure frustration. He was not going to marry that woman, he knew that being sneaky was a child's move, but he knew how he was going to win this war.

Yellow, pink, and orange rays fell across Christian face. A soft groan escaped his lips, he didn't want to get up and face the world, or at least his first public appearance with Elena. He sat up in the bed, and looked around. His room was small, but he had everything that he needed, but the only thing that he did need was true love, but with Elena he knew that was something he was never going to get.

Christian had gotten up, and his servants dressed him, and groomed him for the day. Christian glanced over at his most trusted guardsmen Taylor. He had always thought of Taylor as one of his only friends. "Are you alright?" He questioned, noticing the seriousness written on his face. "What news do you bring me?"

"You're father wishes a word with you in the royal chamber," Taylor informed. He, of course, about the marriage and the true reason behind it. "I suspect that it had something to do about Ms. Elena, and your objections. You want to talk about that?"

"No," Christian replied, coldly. He knew that he could trust Taylor. He stood, and headed for the doorway. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go have a word with my father." He knew that he was going to have to talk to someone, and that would be Taylor. Christian headed across the marble floor, towards his fathers chamber. He walked in, and stood at attention.

King Carrick looked over at his son then down at the guards. "Leave us," he ordered. Once they were gone he turned his attention towards his son. "We we go the event today, I expect that you will act properly."

"Of course, father," he replied, and knew that he should not question his father, but he never did enjoy some rules. "Father, Your highness, you must reconsider the marriage! I don't want to marry her! She's not who you think she is."

King Carrick raised an eyebrow at his son. "Just who then would marry?" He questioned, but as king he demanded an answer. "Who would you pick to lead our great kingdom?"

Christian opened his mouth, but did not truthfully have answer to that. The question had floated in his mind before, but no answer had magically appeared. "I don't know," he admitted, after a long moment. "One day I hope that I will know but not yet. I promise I won't embarrass the family."

The work day seemed never ending, but for Anastasia it seemed that it could go on. A small part of her did not want to go to the jousting events taking place today. She looked up at the sun, and could tell that it was almost time.

Soon after she finished her work, Anastasia met up with Kate. The pair of them walked towards the arena. The pair had paid the fee and went take the seat, but Anastasia wasn't paying attention the crowd, as thoughts swirled in her head about paying taxes. As she was walking, she ended up running into someone; Christian Grey. She opened her mouth to say sorry, but was grabbed by one of his guards.

"Watch your step!" The guard yelled, as he began to drag the girl away. Christian put up his hand to stop guard, and he could only stare at her. She's beautiful, Christian thought to himself. He wanted to know her, he needed to know. "Put her down."

Anastasia landed on her feet with a thud, and she looked up at the Prince. He's so handsome, she thought to herself. Of course he's handsome, he is a prince after all. "I'm so sorry sir," she muttered, before taking her seat with Kate and Jose.

Christian also took his seat in the royal seats. He couldn't help but glance over at the girl that had ran into him. He wanted to know her, he needed to know her. There was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on, but he would know her. If it was the last thing that he did.