A/N: Ok, it's 2: 44 am and I'm up writing this. If it sucks, oh well. I'm bored out of my mind and everyone else in the house is asleep.

I am not your conventional Princess. I'm sure everyone says that, but this time it really is true. All normal princesses are going on quests and marrying commoners, going out on big adventures. I am not like that at all. I'm not outgoing, I can actually dance, I play the piano, I sing, and I paint. I don't want an adventure at all. I mean who really does? Except those fortune hunting farm boys. And they always find it. I mean, come on. Can't one just not find it? Does that sound mean and heartless of me? Well I'm sorry if it does. But they always whisk off on adventure, find the girl of his dreams and fortune. And the girl always happens to be a princess like me. And I'm telling you; I won't let it happen to me.

My name is Adelena Moneago, and I am Princess of Hjen. And unfortunately, I think the storybook tale I hated is precisely what I'm living no matter how much I don't want it. Darn those stupid old writers who tell the story everyone loves. Then every young novelist somehow seems to copy it and make everyone fall in love with it all over again. Darn the stupid one who wrote my story! I never wanted it to happen. I wanted to marry the neighboring kingdom's prince since I was old enough to remember his handsome face and kind manners.

He was perfect for me. He was strong and confident, never showing weakness. His gray eyes told many a tale just by staring into them. It was arranged since the day I was born. I was to marry him, and I couldn't be happier. Until they came along. I vowed I would hate her, the woman who took my prince away, and her brother.

She was beautiful. I admit it. Her coal black hair fell in loose ringlets down her back. Her eyes were a misty gray, reminding you of how the world looked after a storm. . And she took him from me. How he toyed with me. Telling me he couldn't wait to be married. That the hour I turned 17 we would be married and he'd whisk my off into the sunset. Little did I know he was secretly in love with her. I hated him for it. I had my gown already custom made when I received the invitation.

He tore out my heart, stabbed it 13 times and buried it into the ground, beating helplessly in tune with whom I thought was he. I hated them till I found out he loved me. I had never truly understood fate until he proposed.

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"Lena!" he called laughing. "Lena where are you, love?!" He chuckled. He was 17 and I was 16 and we still hid from each other. Finally he found me hiding beneath the willow tree.

"Lena! There you are love!" he cried at the sight of me. Her opened his strong arms and I ran willingly into them. He kissed the top of my head as I giggled slightly.

"You found me Anton. What prize shall you have this time?" He smiled kindly.

"Just a kiss fair lady! For we shall be married tomorrow morn." He grinned smugly to himself. Sure we will. "I have to go now, sweet. But I shall see you soon darl!"

And he waved farewell. I never saw him until 4 years later.

And I found out that girls like me couldn't have a happy ending. Or can they? You'll just have to see for yourself won't you?

I am Adelena Moneago, and I found out there could never be life after love. If you're in love, there is not after. It's forever. And this is how I found it.

Welcome to my life.

Four years later

"Princess Adelena!" A knock sounded at my door. I slowly got up from my vanity and opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Um, hello, Princess. You are wanted in the breakfast room."

"Thank you Reaven." I smiled slightly as the lanky boy, or should I say man, of 23 ran his fingers through his hands, fidgeting. "Walk me there?" I smiled sweetly and laughed at his shocked expression. "What, is me asking you to escort me to breakfast so shocking?" He gulped.

"Well...not meaning to be rude, princess, but...um.... yes. Everyone knows you don't like to fraternize with servants, begging your pardon." He raised an eyebrow and waited for an outburst that never came.

"Well, I have been a little distant lately. But that only proves they don't know we very well! Now shouldn't we be going?" He looked dumb struck at the way I brushed off his statement. So he offered me his arm, and we walked in silence to the breakfast nook, him occasionally breaking a joke and my giggles filling the corridors.

"So tell me, Reaven, why have we never talked before?" I smiled slightly and waited for his response.

"Well..." He said thoughtfully. "I believe I thought that you wouldn't talk to me, so why wait my breath when I can use it to cool my porridge?" I laughed loudly at his use of the old expression.

"As you can now see, I am very willing to talk to you. We beautiful princesses do get lonely you know! We'll talk to anyone I believe." A hurt look crossed his face, but I ignored it. "For the past year I've been talking to the gargoyles outside! I even named them!" He laughed

"What, pray tell, are their names?" He said chuckling.

"Clyde, and Demitri."

"Demitri I can understand...but Clyde?"

"Well, Clyde was the first name that popped into my head. It just...fit."

"Mmhm" He said with a smile. And we then reached the breakfast room.

"Good bye Reaven." And I turned and entered to the room, sad to see him go. 'He could very well turn into an interesting person. We shall have to see.' I thought.

A/N: Ok, I've been working on this little bit for weeks. None of it sounded right till today. I know it's short...buy eh..Oh well. So push that nice little blurple button down there.... yes that one...AND REVIEW!!! Don't make me get my whip out!!! ;:Muhahahaha:;

This is Revised, I read chava's review and agreed greatly with most of her suggestions. I do know my revision is not perfect, but it's late at night and I can't sleep.

Yes, the one who "toyed" with her emotions was the prince, Anton. It wasn't exactally toying with her...But that shall all be explained later. As I've tried to make a little bit clearer, she never minded servants. In the next chapter, I'm going to make it known she's been a bit distant, and therefore, not likeing to talk to anyone but her gargoyles who would not judge her. ::sighs:: Good ol' Clyde and Demitri. (Yes, there are really gargoyles I have named Clyde and Demitri.)

And Reaven will be a hero of the story. A major, major, MAJOR part of this story. I could never leave one of my favorite creations out of the action!

Dragon Blade Goddess: I'm glad you liked it! I would love to make Adelena whoop Anton's bootay, but, unfortunately, she is a demure princess. She will have Clyde and Demitri do it! Or maybe Reaven...? Hmm. We shall have to see.

TO ALL READERS/REVIEWERS!!!

I just want to let you know, Adelena will always be shy, sweet, and artistic. Her sense of advenure, her passion, hope, fear, and choice will all increase. But she will always be Adelena, no big changes. And I needed a challenge, all my characters are based off of me, a friend, or a mixture of friends. Adelena is purely fictional, so Flame her all you want, I will not care, She will stay the same forever.

(And Reaven's name is pronounced RAY-E-VAN)