Daria was never a very sensible girl. She was fiery and full of passion. That is why the first time she saw Prince Jerrold of Kyrria she hated him. Hated him with a passion. She hated his boyish grim and strong features, his sandy curls and intense blue eyes. And his smile, how she detested it! So full of arrogance and ignorance.

But, she on the other hand, intrigued him. How fiery and confident she was. Jerrold was always sensible. But with one look at her, he did the least sensible thing he had ever done. He fell in love with Daria Ellanora of Frell. He loved the way she said his name, the way she walked, the way she talked, even the way she hated him. And she was beautiful. Her cheery red lips and spicy green eyes contrasted so beautifully with her ivory skin and chestnut hair. But he seemed like the only one to notice that.

"Princess Daria. How lovely to see you." Jerrold called out as he kissed her had. Her eyes glared at him as his lips touched her delicate skin.

"And Prince Jerrold. How wonderful to see you too." Daria drawled, her voice thick with sarcasm. He thoroughly noted it and tried to mask the hurt he felt as her words pierced his heart for the hundredth time.

"May I show you to your room?" He asked, his voice void of all emotion. He finally got his mask on, his mask of indifference that he did not feel. He looked at her and she nodded curtly. And they walked on.

Diary,

He makes me sick! Him and all his false kindness and flat voice. Sometimes I feel as if he likes seeing me, as his voice is kind and his eyes sparkle. But others his voice if lifeless, his eyes lack the luster they held only moments before! Can he not be truthful! Can he not take off his mask for a moment?!

Oh I detest him! Him and his cockiness and ignorance! Does he even know what goes on outside his dear castle walls? Does he know that his people are dying each day because they have no food? His parents are evil, and I fear he is too.

I cannot believe I have to spend a month here! Yes, diary! A MONTH! It shall be pure torture. And they're having all these stupid balls! One A WEEK! Can I not get a break? The first one is TONITE! I cannot believe these people! I haven't danced in months! And when I do, I always end up tripping and falling!

On a brighter not, tomorrow is my day as a peasant! I know, it shouldn't be something a princess looks forward to, but I like the feel of a job well done. Well I best go. My lady-in-waiting is here to help me pick out a dress...though I am MORE that capable!

Yours Always,

Daria Eleanora of Frell.

Dear El,

I have decided that you shall be my confidant, my journal, and secret Keeper. (If it is all right with you, of course.) Journals are so boring! They can't give you advice on your problems! And besides, I DON'T like to keep secrets.

My gosh! Why does she hate me so? What have I ever done to her? I've been kind and courteous. And in love. Yes, El, I love her. They way she says my name, or the way her eyes sparkle with anger when I kiss her hand, the way she refuses to ride side saddle (Not that I don't mind you riding side saddle). And the way she always corrects my grammar. Most find it annoying, but it makes her even more intriguing.

We're having a ball tonight. I'm incredibly sorry you can't go! I shall have NO ONE to talk to! Maybe I can charm Daria? Nah. I'm no Prince Charming. Heck I'm not even a dwarf! (AN: you know, snow white, prince charming and the seven dwarfs?)

I've been reading up on King Arthur again. Yes, El, AGAIN. I can't believe you didn't know the legend of King Arthur! .::Shakes head::. I shall make you read it! I need someone to talk to about it! Maybe Daria has read the stories...nah. I've never seen her with a book in her life.

Well I must go! The ball is starting soon and I must prepare!

Forever you friend,

Jerrold.

"Kingston? Will you please make sure Lady Eleanor of Frell?" The butler nodded and walked out of the room quickly.

Jerrold sighed and walked to his closet to find suitable attire for tonight's ball.