**Just trying out a series prompts- if people enjoy it, I may or may not continue this… Anyway- ENJOY! **

Summary: She was the cold hearted Princess, who dared not trusting a soul. He was the ever-cheerful Prince who made it his duty to make her see the world as the magical place it truly could be.

Princess Sabrina was the stone cold ruler of the Everafters. Everything about her shouted authority, and radiated a 'no-nonsense' aura.

One couldn't really blame her- after all, she had a heavy burden to lift over her shoulders. At the age of just eleven the King and Queen, her parents, Henry and Veronica Grimm had vanished. Poof. Without any trace to where they had been snatched away from. All that had remained was a bloody hand print.

She was left alone with just her younger sister Daphne, the only lifeline left to her lost family.

A year went by, the broken princess dutifully carried on with her studies; after all she would not let her people suffer as well.

She would make sure that the kingdom would still thrive, even without their beloved King and Queen, all the while juggling the responsibilities of the older sister. Was Daphne okay? Did she need anything? Is she doing well with her lessons? Does she feel lonely? What would she want to make her feel better?

Sabrina had truly loved her sister.

And then, there was a short year of happiness after that, for the girls' grandmother- Relda Grimm had made it her absolute priority to give her granddaughters a childhood before it was all gone. In that year, Relda introduced them to Magic, a skill both Sabrina and Daphne excelled in.

It was a happy time, filled with laughter and family moments.

Then came the fated day the castle had gone under attack- Sabrina's first battle. While she, her sister, and grandmother had been ushered by the guards, she caught a glimpse of the gore and bloodbath that was becoming of her home.

Yelling at the guard to keep her sister and grandmother safe, she rushed into the battle, grabbing a stray sword, and like instinct she rushed into the fight, helping defend her home with grace, commanding the troops with such authority, they listened.

After the rebels had backed off and retreated, she went to the panic room to be greeted by a sight so horrible it would bring nightmares to even the strongest of men. The room completely covered in red splotches (Whether it be blood or something other) and the mangled up remains of two bodies, who were concluded to be the youngest princess and their grandmother.

After that she went into a state of grief.

She had finally lost everyone. As if her sister and dear Relda had taken all of her remaining happiness, she seemed to have lost the ability to smile or even show any happy emotions.

She didn't laugh. She didn't even cry. Here was the shell of a girl who had lost everything.

And so we come to present day….

Princess Sabrina strode through the halls with a blank expression on her face. Her icy blue eyes betrayed no emotion as she nodded to the staff on her way to the throne room.

She reached the grand double doors that opened up to an even grander room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the marble floor gleamed and shined to perfection; and at the end of the room across from the doors, sat two thrones, high upon an elevated pedestal.

She seated herself upon one of the two thrones, sitting stiffly and seriously.

A table was brought out for her court to discuss a recently controversial topic among her people- Marriage.

The sole heir left of the Grimm bloodline was of age, and an alliance with a neighboring kingdom wouldn't hurt, for a war was predicted to break out in a year or so. The Scarlet Hand- a group of rebels responsible for the death of nearly every other Royal in the Grimm line.

As the people of the court slowly began to file in, the princess's most trusted adviser, 'Mirror', spoke up speaking from his mirror. (And let it be known, not even Mirror himself knew of his true name, so they simply called him Mirror.)

"It has come to my attention, princess, that Prince Robin, of the Fae people is actually the same age as you right now. The Fae are a formidable foe- and an alliance with them might do the kingdom some good in the long run."

Mirror spoke with such confidence that the rest of the council nodded their heads in agreement easily. The Princess however was not amused.

"I disagree Mirror, after all; I would be better off leading on my own. An alliance wouldn't hurt- a treaty can be made. I am in no rush to find a suitor just for the sake of a war after all." She raised an eyebrow as she looked at her oldest friend with an unamused look.

To her surprise, it was Sir Charming (He was once a prince- but he had 'willingly' set aside his title to have a seat in the council), one of her Generals who spoke up, "Yes, your majesty, however, King Oberon and Queen Titania will agree to nothing else- you know how they have wanted to step down for quite some time now." He gave her a pointed look.

Sabrina resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead chose to remain in an emotionless state- usually it freaks the council out and they agree to her plan instead, being a princess who wasn't a queen yet meant she still had little to know power without her council all agreeing.

She gave another suggestion instead, as she did not want to get engaged to some foolish Prince of the Fae.

"How about we take over then? They'll gladly step down as you said; King Oberon and Queen Titania want to step down. Why not avoid this topic altogether and demand they give us their kingdom?"

Sir Charming's face grew red as he shot up from his seat, "Princess! You know they will not forfeit their crown to another Kingdom's rein! Everyone knows their obsessed with power! They would rather still live in luxury and power as elder rulers who would still have influence over their son- we haven't any other choice! Put your people first! You must do this for the sake of this Kingdom!" He all but shouted (He didn't need to shout; the room would turn even but a small whisper into a loud shout).

As Sabrina's hearing went back to a normal level, she saw that the council had voted already. Not a single person on her side.

Accepting that this was the one time they will ever win out an argument- she took in a sharp breath and exhaled.

Mirror worriedly looked at her and yet cleared his throat nonetheless,

"We shall arrange your meeting for next week."

Sabrina was impatiently waiting in the Palace gardens; a place that had surprisingly only gotten even more majestic as she aged. She gazed at a rose bush the velvety petals protected by thorns.

She supposed she was somewhat like a rose, protecting herself from the world like a thorn on a rose- no one dared get too close lest they get pricked.

A single tear was shed, no one will ever be able to get close- they all end up dying.

Hearing a rustle by the entrance, she quickly brushed the tear away, gaining her composure once again.

Turning around she was greeted by the presence of the entire Faerie Royal Family. She had foolishly assumed it was only their sun- now she had no choice but to be polite.

Forcing a smile on her face, she went to greet them.

"Your Majesties." She lightly curtsied "What a pleasure it is to meet you." The queen raised an eyebrow and haughtily looked at her, whilst the King nodded and bowed, "As well for us Princess". The king coughed and looked at his sons.

The younger one, Prince Mustardseed stepped up to bow. And speak of the devil; Prince Robin did nothing. He just stood there without a care.

With a blank face, she cleared her throat, "May I show you around?"

A little while later, they arrived at the throne room.

"This is the throne room, and that concludes the tour." She raised her eyebrows, expecting a response.

When she didn't get a reply, she turned around and began walking to walk out the door, "I will summon a maid to escort you to your chambers. If you need anything, feel free to ask anyone in the castle; they should be happy to help."

Just like that, she was on the other side of the door.

Sighing, she began to make her way to the door. A part of her was hoping to catch even a glimpse of what the crown Prince would be like; but the person in question just walked quietly with an uninterested look on his face.

As she rounded the corner, the said Prince popped out of nowhere,

"So-" he said with a childish grin "I can't help but notice that my room isn't as big as I wanted it to be, and that there isn't a throne up there for me in the throne room."

He tutted, "If I'm supposed to be the future king, I deserve a throne don't you think?" he cocked his head to the side.

Ignoring the urge to roll her eyes, Sabrina turned to face him.

"You are a guest here in my kingdom. The only place you'll be king is in your own. I have no plans to actually marry you, and let it be known that I can perfectly rule on my own. I will do everything in my power to prevent this engagement." She huffed and walked away with looking back.

Meanwhile the prince just looked on as she walked away. He couldn't help but notice how she didn't even show any emotion even when it was clear she was irritated. This was going to be interesting. Turning in the opposite direction he nodded to himself. There was a certain Princess who needed to live a little. And besides, no one rejected the crown prince of the Fae.

** So yeah, there we go. That's my submission for this prompt. If you want me to continue this, I'll need reviews (What's the point of continuing if no one wants to read your work?). Think you can do that? I challenge you :) Bye~! **

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