I've always been a mischievous kid. Never liked listening to rules, never liked being still. But that was my role. Until I had enough. I was born into royalty. Pampered, schooled and admired. I was never called by my name. My childhood title was milady, or princess. I hated it.

What I did like was playing around in my home, especially the library. By the time I was 4, I had fallen in love with books. But my parents didn't want me reading books as often as I wanted to, they wanted me to balance them on my head for posture. I was never let outside to play either. I often watched the other children running around, enjoying themselves. Not me of course, for I had to be a proper young lady. This is my story. The story of run away royalty.


"Milady, we must prepare for your visitors. They will be here to see you and your parents any moment." said the maid. I hmphed and went to my closet with her.

"How about this one? Or this one? I think this one would look lovely on you young princess." She gushed. I rolled my eyes at her and went to my window.

"Isabelle, how come I never get to play with the village children?" I asked her.

"Milady, it is 'why am I not allowed to play with the village children', and because it is unlady-like. You would soil your dress." Isabelle answered.

"Fine." I muttered as she took me back to the closet with a dress at hand.

"My dear Selphy. You have finally readied yourself. I'm glad you are present." My father said to me as I walked up to him and my mother.


"We are pleased to present to the royal family, the Prince of Norad." said the harold. The doors opened to reveal a boy about my age.

"Princess Selphy. It is a pleasure to meet you." He said as he bowed. My mother patted my head, which I knew meant 'be polite'. I curtsied to him.

"Selphy, I know I should have told you sooner, but it has been planned that you will be wedded to this young man. When you are older of course." My father told me. I gasped, but really felt like grabbing my father and saying 'WHAT?' to him. But I was supposed to be lady-like. It was hard.

"I hope to make you a happy queen in the future, Princess Selphy." The prince said.

I looked at him, my mother, and my father.

"If you would excuse me." I said, dismissing myself. They all stared after me as I left.

"That's it! I can't stand being a Princess." I said as I locked my bedroom door and stormed over to the closet. I threw the doors open and took my favourite outfit out. I ripped off the dress and threw it on the floor and put on my suit and hat. I took a deep breath and grabbed my favourite book. Angrily, I headed to the window, and opened it as silently as I could. Looking around, I climbed up and pulled myself over the ledge. My fingers slipped and I fell. And fast. I just closed my eyes and hoped it wouldn't hurt.


Thankfully I landed in someone's arms. It was a little boy. I recognized him from when I watched the children playing.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Uh... What is your name?" I asked.

"Ryan. I live in the village." He told me.

"Ok Ryan. Can you help me?" I asked.

"Help you with what?" He asked as he put me down.

"I am running away. I hate it here, but it won't work if my parents find out, or worse, find me. Can you help me?" I explained. He looked at me for a minute then nodded.

"Sure, I'll help you. Where are you going?" He said.

"I don't know, but away from here." I told him. He nodded.

"Ok. You're going to have to change your look, or they'll find you right away. I'll get you some different clothes." He said, looking around for people. He took my hand and started to run, and I followed.

He brought me to a large bush, one that was hollowed. He told me to wait there and he left. I stood in the bush quietly. I seen a villager coming and ducked, slipping and falling to my behind. I felt the dirt around me, the leaves and the branches. It felt different.

"Princess? Are you there?" said a voice from outside the bush. I looked out a bit, and Ryan pulled himself inside the bush. I watched him sit down and open his bag. He handed me a shirt, and a pair of shorts. I stared at him.

"These are so... different." I whispered while Ryan looked outside.

"Aren't you going to change?" He asked without looking at me.

"But... you are here." I told him.

"Don't worry. I'll be keeping a look out for anything suspicious. I won't look." He said. He turned back and winked at me. I sighed and looked at the clothes once more.

I took off my suit and pulled the other clothes on quickly, and folded up my suit and put the hat on top. I swallowed nervously and Ryan turned around.

"Great. You don't even look like a princess anymore. Oh, here. I thought you'd need somewhere to put your stuff." He said as he tossed me a bag. I put my clothing and book in there and closed it. He crawled out of the bush and I followed without hesitance.

"The sun is so bright. It is so different then looking at it from the window." I said to Ryan as I stood up and brushed myself off.

"You'll get used to it. Now let's get out of here, and get you out of this place. By the way, do you want to get out of this town, or the country altogether?" He asked. I pondered it. Did I want to risk staying in the country, just outside of town where somebody could find me, or did I want to be out of sight? I knew the answer.

"Out of the Sechs country altogether. I don't want to be found." I said confidently. He nodded.

"I know a path on the outside of town that leads to a little village called Kardia. It's in the Norad country." He said as we ran down the street together. Nobody noticed us.


"So, this is the way to Norad?" I asked, scared as I glanced down the path.

"Yep. It's not very dangerous, but be careful." He warned. I was wondering whether or not he was coming with me.

"Aren't you coming too?" I asked him. He shook his head and frowned.

"Sorry, but it's getting dark, and my parents will worry if I'm not home soon. Plus, the princess and a village boy go missing at the same time doesn't look very good. Good luck though." He said as he started to walk away. I had to say thank you, so he wasn't going to leave yet.

"Wait!" I called out. He stopped and walked up to me.

"What is it?" He asked patiently.

"Um..." I started, not knowing what to say. I leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you. You won't be forgotten. Ever." I said as I hurried down the path that lead to my new life.