I own everything in this first chapter :-),
but before syou start having weird thoughts about me, I specify that I'm not at all similar to the main character!

So, where should I begin my story? Maybe the day I was thrown out of my own home (the Royal Palace actually) because of a scandal? Or maybe the night before? The morning? Nah! Guess I'll start from a day before my birth.

Well, Queen Kathalyna I (Mom) received a visit from a great bard named Olran, and he gave her such a good impression that she decided to name her next child (the fourth actually) after him. Fine, but I was born as a girl, and there was no way to change this (hehe ;-D). And then, instead of giving me another name and waiting for a boy, Mom deformed poor Olran's name adding two new letters plus an extra accent, and the result was my horrible name…

My Stats (special thanks to the author for letting me know myself better)

Name: Olránia (aaargh!) Burnington-Elfland
Race: Quarter-elf
Class: Bard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Evil - keeps on changing, I never think before acting…
Age: 17
Hair: Pale blonde, shoulder-lenght
Eyes: Light blue, with long black eyelashes
Else: You'll find out! I'm not gonna describe myself at my fullest, should I? Anyway I'm quite good at cooking – try out my cakes and cheesecakes!
Ps.: Well, okay, my name is special. But it's long and difficult, so people keep on calling me Ol, Ollie and stuff like that… I'd prefer Ranni, but nobody seems to understand…

Oh well. I'll begin on a day kinda a week after my 17th birthday. So, it was dark, and there I was, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Great night! I smiled satisfied, then gave a huge kick to the man lying next to me.
- Get out! You don't want Her Majesty to find out, do you?
- O-of course I don't, My Princess…
- Right… now, get dressed and find your way back to your guarding place! (oh yeah, he was one of the castle guards) Goodbye, Duncan!
- Dalton…
- Whatever!

I put on my light blue nightdress and made the messy bed look pure and tidy. Then I laid my head on my pillow and fell asleep, sure that I seem nothing but a sweet, modest, innocent young princess taking her rest after a long day.

Morning came. I walked out in the garden early, and sat in the sunshine to practice a song with my brand new lute. Suddenly I saw an unknown figure. It seemed a man, so of course I walked right up to him.- Who are you? Haven't seen you around before.
- Hedran… I started my job as a gardener just today.
He had green eyes and light brown hair. Cute…
I was just about to try one of my best tactics when suddenly I felt a pat on my shoulder. It was one of the castle guards.
- What the hell you want? – I said, nervous.
- Olránia?
- Princess Olránia! – I put my hands on my hips, my lute hanging on my shoulder.
- Then you're coming with me.
- No.
Then he simply blocked my hands and dragged me away from Hedran, though I was struggling.

In the end, he put me down in the middle of the throne room of the palace. As soon as I was free, I hit him on the head with my lute.
- You'll learn how to treat me right and…
- Olránia Burnington-Elfland! – I froze at the sound of that calm, royal voice I knew so well. Mom called my with my full name only when something was wrong… very wrong.
- You can go now – she said to the guard, who sneaked away, holding his aching head.
- Sit down – she showed me a seat. I felt as if I was sitting on my trial before the judge.
- Mom…?
- Olránia Burnington-Elfland – she stared at me with those piercing blue eyes – I suppose you know why I called you here today.
- I have no idea! Can I please get back to Hed… er… to the garden?
- No. First you'll listen to me.
She stood up, letting her long, very dark brown hair fall on her back. Her crown was shining.
- I have to tell you that the servants have found this in you room.
She showed up a guard's belt.
- Curse you, Duncan! Or whatever your name was… woopsie!
Her stare hardened.
- So I was right. Do you know what this means? And I'm quite sure it's not the first time…
(Well, yes, it was about the fourtieth… I say, live your life at its fullest!)
- But Mom…
- Olránia… you'll have to give up with this. I know how hot-blooded you are, but half of the palace knows about it. I have heard reports about guards muttering among themselves… about nights with you.
- Well, I live my life at its fullest, that's all!
- Olránia, I, as your mother and the Queen of this Kingdom, order you to give up! And from today you'll occupy the room right beside mine, with a female guard watching your door at night!
I decided enough was enough, so I shouted:
- Well, I do what I want, and if you don't like it, THROW ME OUT!

Fine! – I said as the castle's huge portal slammed shut behind me – where should we go now, Kitalpha?
I caressed my grey horse's neck.

Rating may chnage to M in later chapters.