Disclaimer: I do not own the song from the Swan Princess; "This is My Idea". The lyrics are solely used as prompts for the story.

» Long before they met, they were meant to wed «

Horns blew over the open castle-yard. 6 year old boy stood anxiously beside his mother who looked overly excited and happy. Shifting his gaze from her taller form he flicked his eyes onto the dark horse that proudly stroller closer with a grown man on top of it.

"Welcome to our fair Kingdom~" the elder queen smiled happily, giving a respective bow to the king who helped his daughter off the horse. Shyly, [e/c] coloured orbs gazed towards the younger boy who stood as frozen in place next to his mother.

"And who might this attracting young man be? Young Prince Arthur I assume" her father, the great King said with a small wink towards the queen. Rolling his forest green optics, Arthur turned around with his arms folded over his chest stubbornly. Who asked him if he wanted to be attending the greeting of this King and princess? He didn't even get the choice to say no. No, he was forced to be there because it was important according to his mother.

"Go on Arthur" she smiled, urging him to go and say hello and bid her welcome.

"Mother, gimme a break!"

"Arthur!" rolling his eyes he trotted towards the young princess who nervously stepped closer as well.

"Hello Princess [Name], I'm pleased to meet you" said the blond boy grumpily.

"Pleased to meet you, Prince Arthur" she smiled and made a decent yet gracefully curtseys. Before she managed to look up, the Arthur was already hiding behind his mother, who mentally scolded him.

"Arthur, give her a proper welcome!" she insisted. Once again he would roll his green optics before trotting back to her and take her hand. A small frown was readable on her features. Did he really have to do this? It was so embarrassing! Glancing at his mother over his shoulder he shut his eyes tightly before pressing his lips on top of her hand.

"Yark!" true fact; he was way too young to be doing such a thing. He had been anxious about meeting her, but this was nothing he had expected! At all!

Wiping her hand in her long skirt, [Name] tightened her fists, ready to punch him if he would try and do that again.

I can't believe I'm stuck with her all summer! What a total bummer!

Clearing throats were breaking the tension between the two kids. This was not what he had planned. Being stuck with this… this… brat all his summer! He could've done so many other things, but no! He had to have this twat over who he had to show around and take care off. It would be over his dead body. Sending her the nicest fake smile he could pull, he slowly backed away. This was not his idea.

~XX~

Crossing her arms [Name] lightly glared at the blond boy who sat next to her by the dining table. Normally she would be sitting next to her father, but no. He had to sit with the Queen and discuss politics and whatnot, leaving her alone with this conceited Arthur. A princess she might be, but she sure had a tomboy-ish side when it came to it. She didn't mind playing with the boys, get dirty or climb in trees, but no. Arthur didn't even speak a word to her. Somehow that made her quiet upset. She did nothing wrong and he was acting up like a total brat. What was his problem?

"Arthur" she started, pushing her plate away from her. Arthur merely spared her a look.

"I think we should play something today! Let's play pirates!" she insisted in a happy tone, trying to sooth things out. She didn't like bickering, and maybe she could be wrong about him. Looking at the [h/c] haired girl from the corner of his eye, he thought for a moment. That wouldn't do, no, it just wouldn't. Since when were girls fun to play with? That's right; they never were. But he would go along with it – she wouldn't like to play after he was winning anyway. A grin spread on his young features.

"Okay, but don't cry when I beat you and you lose"