I sometimes think I must be mad for believing that someday I will have rule over myself. Be able to choose what I eat, who I marry, where I go. I will be able to love who I want. But I must believe this you see, or else nothing will get me through the horror that is an arranged marriage. Sure you can grow to love your partner. But it takes time to break down your barriers and let them into your heart. However you know you'll love someone forever if it takes little, less or no time at all.

I am Clarke, daughter of the kings favourite, Jake Griffin and her Majesty's favourite lady's maid, Abby. It safe to say I was a favourite at court. People respected me even from when I was not even able to know what that was. My betrothed, Prince Finn of Arkadia, is the King's son who will one day rule the land with me at his side. I have known Finn since we were very little. We were born practically the same time so there was no need to say we were a perfect match. I like him very much; we get along well and always co-ordinate our outfits at festivals and banquets. However, he has not stayed faithful to me. He has more romances than I have dresses. He says he loves me, he says he will never love anyone else. He must mistake me for his fool.

"I remember my wedding night," My mother rambled on, we were sitting at the table that had the mirror placed that was supposed to bring good omens if you look into it before you wed. I needed these omens. I needed something that was going to help me love Finn. I needed something desperately.

I glared at my mother's reflection as she combed the tangles out of my hair with great force. You could tell she was nervous for her hands shook every so often. She was usually very composed and lady-like however tonight she was aggressive and shaky. Not even my mother could hide her nerves.

"Mother, I will not have any hair left on my head if you continue to tug at my hair with such force. "

She smirked at my reflection and placed a kiss on my forehead. She gave me her usual inspirational talk about life. She finally finished it off with, "I'm so proud of you."

I looked at her with a confused face. "Proud of what?" She was starting to tear up.

"For everything." She said as she brushed away her tears. She would never usually cried, this was getting too emotional for my liking.

"Now, no matter what happens tonight, remember I love you so much and always will." She said and looked away, obviously trying to hide the tears the still were flowing out of her. It was like she was giving me a send off.

"It's alright Mother, It is not like I am going anywhere." She hugged me tightly, to the point where I almost couldn't breathe. "Well, actually down the corridor." I said as we both chuckled lightly to ourselves.

She left me to get changed and went to get some tea. I heard her scurry down the corridor as I went to my closet to get out my dress. I love fashion, in whatever shape or colour a dress came in I tried to make it the best I possibly could. This dress however was the dress to end all other dresses. It was gorgeous, with lace cascading down it in a waterfall fashion, sweeping the floor at the bottom.

Even if the marriage isn't beautiful or what I wanted, the wedding would be.

Mother eventually arrived back; she had changed into her gown now. It was a red velvety pattern, with a darker crimson shawl. She looked stunning. It was no wonder why she was the Queen's favourite as she always seemed to shine out from the crowd. Although, never outshining the queen.

She carried a tray, holding vast amounts of biscuits and cakes. She didn't seem to have an appetite however I was all for the chocolate cake. From then on, everything seems a bit faded. My vision was a bit blurred however I'm pretty sure I made it into my dress and walked down the aisle.

One thing I do remember is that I travelled a long way that night. Someone or something took me somewhere. I remember the bumpy road that I travelled along, a never ending route of bends and turns. The darkness had drawn in and owls hooted in the distance. I felt as though I was dreaming and I may have been as my mind was in a complete slur.

There must have been someone driving me somewhere, someone must have helped me get to where I was because it's beyond me how I would be driving through the woods on my wedding night.

I'm pretty sure I had a fight with a bat and hit it with my shoe.

I'm pretty sure I saw 7 dwarves walk by as I was driven through the haunting wood.

I'm pretty sure there was a deer with two heads.

I'm pretty sure I saw fairies around mushrooms making up spells.

But now come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I was drugged.

I woke up from whatever I had just been through. It was the weirdest experience I'd ever had in my life. However was I still in that state?

A smoky aroma filled the air, as men and women around me mumbled words I couldn't quite make out. I could feel a pang of pain rushing up and down my neck like it had been slept on funny. When I woke up, I soon realised my neck was aching because it had been slept on funny. I was in a cage.

AN: Hello! Here is the start of my ten part story! It has a bit of a slow start, but it will hopefully progress in the next chapter. Not much Bellarke in this one, but they will soon meet I can assure you. I do love these characters and there is just something about Clarke and Bellamy that makes me want to swoon over them! Have been wanting to write this historical/fairytale piece after being inspired by others and the thought of how Clarke may not always have choice over her own heart. Bare with me, I am a new writer there may be mistakes or a few dodgy sentences, but hopefully this story will make me better at writing! I am mainly writing this for myself as I do love fantasy/fairytale/whatever you want to call it stories but I thought I might as well put it on here, so if you like it so far, please review! And to those who read this whole authors note, Gold star to you! Until next time...