Authors Note: Hiya! It's Bree. Well Brianne, Bree is my nickname. This is sort of my first story on FanFiction... Newbie! Woohoo! I hope you guys like it... Feed back would be great. I have chapter two already in progress. I'm sorry that this chater is a little short.. It's establishing a few things that are necessary. Hope you enjoy. Flashmacks will be in italics. I own nothing except my characters and the title of the story. All other rights go to Ubisoft! Woohoo! Go Ubisoft! Haha I'm sorry guys. Okay. ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 1

Breaking point

"Amythist! It's time for your piano lessons!" The Queen of Antakya called up the grand stair case. Soon after a door creaking open, the pitter of small feet echoed through the halls of the manor. "Coming Mommy!" A petite young girl was running down the stairs, almost tripping on her dress. "AMYTHIST! A princess never runs!" scolds the queen to her five year old daughter. "Yes Mommy…" the little girl sighed walking down the remaining number of stairs, walking over to the piano.

"Hello Princess, Are you ready for your piano lessons today?" The older teacher said who sat on the grand piano bench. Her wrinkles around her smile comforting to the small child.

"Yes I am Ms. Anastasia!" Amythist exclaimed to her professor. She sat up straight so she will be the appropriate height to play the piano without being uncomfortable. Ms. Anastasia reaching around her to place her hands on the ivory keys that she needed to press to begin playing the anthem of the city. Amythist loved having piano lessons. Little did she know that that song would be played on a somber day that she never expected to happen by her own hand…

The melody of the anthem of her land being played on a grand piano echoed through the halls of the castle. The same piano where she had first begun playing the anthem. Amythist looked down at her digits as they danced across the black and white ivory. Servants hustled all around the royal teen. Sighing, she rubbed her hands along her dress, the queen coming down the forge as Amythist adjusts her corset.

"Amythist!"

"Yes Mother?"

"Why are you taking a break? Your coronation is in a mere four days and you are expected to play the song of our country beautifully in front of thousands."

"Sorry Mother, it will not happen again." Amythist said in that monotone voice she has used too many times. Rolling her eyes as her mother walled away, discussing details with the royal planer. A bass voice mimicking the bass line of the melody.

"Hello my dear Amythist."

"Mihale." She said coldly glaring at her betrothal. Him slithering over to her, snaking his arms around her waist.

"Zmey." Amythist mumbled under her breath.

"What was that my dear?"

"Nothing Mihale."

"Oh no, I think you said something. About me." He said through clenched teeth, his grip tightening around her waist.

"I didn't. Mihale. You're hurting me."

This wasn't the first time that Mihale had hurt her; she thought back to the first time that they were together. Back when they were just little kids…

"Princess Amythist, this is Prince Mihale, he is your betrothal." Announced a servant who came in carrying the young child's coat. Mihale looking Amythist up and down as she curtsied to him. Expecting him to bow back she looked at him.

"I think you are supposed to bow…" she stated timidly.

"I do not bow to something that is nothing."

Amythist looked down at the pleats in her dress while playing with her fingernails. Mihale shoving her aside to go play with the Princesses toys that were set up around the room that the children where left in. Amythist tripped on the train of her dress falling onto her bottom. She sniffled trying not to cry, Mihale turned around at the sound of her falling.

"Do not cry! I command you not to cry. You are not hurt! You must not cry. That is gross. If you plan to rule underneath me then you cannot be a wimp." He yelled while standing over top of the little girl. Cocking his hand back to make contact with her face, his brows furrowed together in rage. Amythist cringed, waiting for that painful act. Making her cry out in pain, he walked around her and snatched his coat from the servant walking out toward the carriage that had brought him to the mansion he would rule one day…

"You called me something! What did you call me?!" He screeched, cocking his hand backward as Amythist cringing.

"Now. Again. What. Did. You. Call. Me?!"

"A Zmey! A smiling slithering snake!"

"BITCH!"

The sound of forceful skin contact echoed through the halls. Amythist stumbling back, clutching her cheek. Some servants gawking at the couple. Amythist starting to run off, Mihale grabbing her arm roughly and forcefully.

"You weren't dismissed."

"YOU HIT ME. I am dismissed."

"No. You are not!" He said squeezing her arm tighter. "Fine. May I be dismissed?!" She said looking down, clenching her teeth together try to hold back tears.

"Yes. I hoped you learned your lesson for calling me names and mumbling, little bitch."

Holding her face, Amythist scurried off to her room. Sniffling, she grabbed a bag stuffing it with extra servants rooms. Hearing a knock on the door she chucked her bag under her bed. She sat on her bed, smoothing out her dress. "Come in"

The king walked in, surveying the room.

"Yes father?" She said sitting up.

"Your coronation was moved to the day after tomorrow. The law states 'For a princess to be coroneted she must have a husband to fill the place of the king.' and because of that law your wedding to Mihale will be moved to tomorrow."

"But Father! That law was made hundreds of years ago! I do not nor ever wish or want to marry Mihale! I do not want-"

"Amythist Elizabeth Alexandria Dalton I do not care about your wants and desires. You will marry Mihale tomorrow. Then the day after become ruler of this land. Mihale is your betrothal whether you like it or not. Now you will go to bed without supper and will stop whining like a peasant. Now. Goodnight Amythist."

"Yes Father. Good night Father" She said laying down, biting her tongue.