Summary: Anya is the daughter of King Galbatorix and Eragon is a dragon rider who helps the Varden. What happens when these two opposites collide? Will there be trouble or love?

Rating: T or violence and some language

Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the character Anya. Everything is copyrighted to its rightful owner. This story is set right after Eldest when Murtagh went back to the castle and Eragon finished fighting. Please comment and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Waking up bright an early, Anya stretched her arms then wiped the sleepy out of her eyes. Looking around her room, she slowly crawled out of bed and walked over to grab some clean clothes. Her room was surprisingly clean since the maids had tidied it up the day before. It was rather big and took a long time to get everything back into it's place. Sorting through her clothes, the young woman's hazel eyes observed every ounce of clothing that was in front of her. She just couldn't decide on what to wear since today was a special day. She wasn't sure why but her father said he had a big surprise for her. Pushing her long blonde hair out of her face, Anya finally chose a long purple dress with long sleeves that had been cut on the top of each so it wasn't as hot. The dress was elegant and with the gold belt she had to go with it, would look beautiful.

Gathering the dress and the matching accessories, Anya made her way down to the bath house to clean up before meeting up with her father. Upon arriving, she set her clothes out so they wouldn't get dirty or wrinkled and threw her other clothes to the side as she stepped into the water. It was rather warm and felt good to her cold skin. The blonde then began to bathe herself as her mind wandered off to what her father's big secret was. Last time he acted this excited, he had reported that they had found Murtagh and then Thorn had hatched for him. Murtagh. Her father thought highly of the man but she wasn't too fond of him. When he had first arrived he was kind and sweet but as the days went by and Galbatorix continued to train him, the dragon rider began to grow arrogant and mean. Of course, that's what you get when your around her father too long. He had that effect on people because he was an evil man himself. Most of the time Anya was scared to death of him.

Anya finally finished cleaning herself so she got out of the water and dried herself off. She then put on the clean clothes she had laid out and decided to fix her hair. She was a beautiful young 16 year old who held the title "Princess" only because her father decided to name himself King. Her hair was waist length and was a golden blonde color where her eyes were hazel and her skin fair. She stood at 5'6" and had a small build but was perfect for someone of her size. After making sure she looked perfect, Anya preceeded down the breakfast room where he father awaited her arrival.