Hey guys! So I have been in the Olicity fandom for a while now, and after reading numerous fics and AUs, I thought I would add my own to the collection.

Reviews feed the artist so they are very welcome, and as I just started with this story, any suggestions, comments, or corrections are also very appreciated.

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Love and olicity kisses!

Once upon a time in a kingdom far away, there lived a princess with blonde hair that longed for adventure, longed for a life outside of the kingdom walls she roamed each day. This princess was named Her Royal Highness Felicity of Vegas, and she was considered a wilting flower to her people; at the age of 23, she was practically a dragon lady. It wasn't that she was lacking suitors, she just hadn't met any man that could capture her interest, Prince Cooper of Boston was too unreliable for her taste, but he was considered the most viable option in the eyes of her mother.

Her mother, the reigning Queen Donna, was merely a figurehead that the kingdom used to ensure a monarchy reign; she was a free-willed woman who longed for her husband, but he had vanished when Felicity was a young girl. King Smoak was lost in a bloody battle against a rival kingdom and, while the battle was ultimately won, never returned home. Queen Donna was growing older, and thus needed to secure Felicity as the heir to the throne, in order to achieve this, she would need to find Felicity a husband. Her plan to accomplish this feat was to throw a ball, all the royalty from other kingdoms were to attend, as well as various nobles from each kingdom, and surely her daughter could find a suitor from that crowd. The ball was set in motion, and after extensive planning, was finally happening tonight.

Felicity had learned many things in her father`s absence, one of those things was how to secure information from any subject by venturing into her kingdom and dressing as a peasant. Many were often fooled by the disguise and gossiped to her as though she were any other maiden, and today Felicity was venturing into town to find out about the rumors floating around about possible attendees of the ball. She weaved her way through the various carts and people, heading towards the town center when suddenly a horse came stampeding into the road, she was so shocked she was frozen on the spot. That was when she was quickly pulled onto a horse back and out of danger, the rider of the horse she was currently sitting on looked very much like a knight, but he had a green chainmail.

"How odd" she thought.

The rider was extremely well built under his armor, from what she could tell, and after a few minutes, her mysterious hero halted the horse and got down. He held his hand out to her in a gentlemanly fashion, and assisted her off of the beast.

"Milady" he said, and her face heated up from his deep voice. The knight was quite tall compared to Felicity, and his hand was that of a worker, very calloused, and it`s gentle touch sent a shiver through her body.

"Kind Sir, thank you for saving me in the road, I would have surely been squashed by a horse. You are my hero for saving me, and it doesn't hurt that you are extremely strong, and clearly very charming" she rambled. She covered her face from embarrassment, and when she opened her eyes, she heard a small chuckle.

"You`re most welcome, a woman like yourself should not be squashed by such a beast" he crooned. She felt weak from his voice.

After stopping her words, she finally looked at him properly and couldn't see his face, all she could see was his eyes: a beautiful ocean blue.

Her breath hitched, and his gaze darkened.

"Well I best be continuing on, lots of tasks to accomplish, stuff to find out, things to attend to" she said, attempting to sound like her current disguise.

"Of course, a fair woman such as yourself must have a husband to attend to" he announced.

"Actually I am merely maiden" she muttered, "thank you for rescuing me kind sir, good day" and she walked off quickly before her mouth caused more trouble.

Felicity had never been so affected by a man in her life, his eyes seemed to sear through to her soul, and she felt like he knew her implicitly during those few precious minutes. Tired of carrying on with her investigating, and after her incident, she made her way back home with thoughts of ocean blues eyes in her mind.

The ball had officially started, and nobles and royalty alike were canoodling among themselves while Felicity sat with an empty wine glass, occupied with fantasies of blue eyes. No man in the room thus far had affected Felicity like her savior had done in mere minutes, and she danced with many possible husbands, but none had interested her like him.

Prince Wayne from Gotham had a few unresolved issues with his family, and from her conversation with him; she knew he would need a few late night talks. The daddy issues warned her off of Prince Wayne.

Prince Barry from the Central Kingdom seemed too fast to keep up with, and during her dance with him, he stood on her feet multiple times. He said "I told my mother I couldn't dance" and she laughed so loud nearly everyone in the room stared.

"No worries, besides, Princess Caitlyn doesn't seem to like dancing that much" she commented, as she had noticed the side ways glances between the two. She knew immediately he wasn't for her.

Defeated, Felicity retreated back to her cozy corner, and her mother approached her after speaking with King Lance for a few minutes.

"My Princess Felicity, may I say you look ravishing tonight my dear" proclaimed her mother.

"Thank you Mother, the dressmaker did a wonderful job creating this gown" she commented, smiling fondly at her mother.

The dress was truly a masterpiece, red satin swooping below a silk bodice and a sweeping neckline to create a nice view of her neck and cleavage, her hair was braided into an intricate up-do, and fitted with her tiara, she was the perfect vision of a princess.

"She certainly did!" and with that comment her mother glided away to convene with other reigning queens.

"May I have this dance your highness" Felicity looked up into the eyes of Prince Ray Palmer from the kingdom of Star, a nearby ally of Vegas.

He was a very strong, tall man, but she could not help and compare his eyes to that of her hero. Wishing away her hopeful thoughts, she accepted the offer, and took his soft hand.

Gliding onto the dance floor, the royal court band played a light song and she followed Ray as he moved them smoothly across the floor.

"So my subjects inform me that you are searching for a husband " he spoke confidently.

"Yes, my mother wishes me to marry, as she worries I spend too much time reading books in the royal library" she thought she would establish her view on the matter of her marriage status.

Prince Palmer said no more to her, and appeared to be appraising her while they dance. She was unnerved by his calculating stare, and wished to get away from him as soon as possible.

She reluctantly danced until the song ended, and then her mother beckoned her to come to her. Felicity was beyond relived to have an excuse to abandon Palmer.

"Felicity, my dear, I would like you met her majesty Queen Moira of Starling, and her son, Prince Oliver" announced her mother.

Felicity turned around to look upon a regal woman who looked like she could hold her own in an argument, a ruler of her land, and she was extremely well dressed in a golden gown topped with an opulent crown decorated with rubies.

Next to her stood a very tall, muscular man who was dressed just as well as his mother in fur, breeches and a tight waistcoat. He held out his hand for her to take, and that was when she looked into his eyes.

Ocean blue eyes. Just like her hero.

"It`s you" she gasped.