Greetings! I have returned! Yes and no from the dead. I have gone into an, um, about four months of hiatus. And man do I miss ff. I was still reading and writing, just not uploading and reviewing. Also my activity over to the Rise of the Guardians archive had been, quite high lately and finally, summer's here! I've promised to update over the course of summer but I've lost interest on the story, maybe when this next school year comes and I'm in... *drum roll* wait for it, College! Yes, I've finally completed four years of high school! So there won't be much high school fics around my page.

Anyways, enough about me, let's go to this story. Alright, first off, this is an AU, and the characteristics are slightly AUish. Specially Isa. So, forgive her.

DISCLAIMER: Hey little disclaimer buddy! I missed ya!

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But I'm still annoyed at ya!

Chapter One: Going to the fish market

It came as a sunny morning in the kingdom of Adrohætha. The trees danced with the beat of the wind, the birds chirped to their hearts' content, the residents woke up to the relaxingly cold breeze at the crack of dawn. It was the start of a nice and happy day in the sunny Adrohætha.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Well maybe not.

"What do you mean, mom?!"

Somewhere down the green and grassy land of Adrohætha lived the black-haired princess, Isabella. She was seventeen years of age and resided with her mother inside the humongous castle of the said kingdom.

The princess was one of the most beautiful princesses alive, possibly the most. She had midnight-black hair and a slightly pale skin which complemented each thing very well. She had a pair of the bluest eyes. People assumed that her eyes came from the deepest parts of the Pacific. She had the beauty, the wit, and the kind and warm attitude.

She was the perfect girl. Probably more perfect than Helen of Troy.

But one thing stopped her from being perfect. It was the fact that the princess does not fall in love.

"Mom, you cannot be serious." Isabella said, completely enraged

"But Isa, you're nearing eighteen and you know the rules here in our kingdom." her mother, Queen Vivian, said

"I know, I know. Every woman who reaches the age of eighteen must be engaged, and royalty must be married at that age." Isabella recited, "But mom, seriously. I don't want to get married yet, especially to a complete stranger."

"I know Isa, but if you don't pick, I'll be forced to."

Isabella sighed and plopped down the cushiony red chair. She was more than five months away from eighteen so why was her mother rushing her?

"Alright mom, lay out their profiles." Isabella sighed

"Prince Baljeet Tjinder of the Indian countries."

"Do I know a Prince Baljeet?" Isabella asked

Vivian rolled her eyes and gave her daughter a white folder. It contained the boy's pictures, a summary of his biography, some facts here and there, his habits and some trivia.

"Oh I remember him now! Isn't he the guy who slipped on the punch in a party we attended at when I was twelve?" Isabella laughed at the thought

"Yes he is scrawny and weak and cannot defend himself, but he is still witty and gives his whole heart to his wife-to-be." The Queen explained, "He is still a perfect candidate."

Isabella held up her arms in a cross-like manner. "No mom, just, no."

"Well how about this one?" Vivian asked her daughter, handing her another folder like the one before

"He looks like-"

"A bully, I know but he is warm hearted. Through that bulky and rough exterior lies a kind and good-natured interior." Vivian said to the princess

"Hm, Buford Van Stomm. Isn't that making him just a big wall of meat to lean on when there's someone bothering me?" Isabella interrogated

"It kind of is but it isn't." Vivian stated

"Well then, off to the to-be-shredded pile you go, Mr. Van Stomm." Isabella dramatically said, handing the folder to the servant standing beside her

"Here's Ferb, Ferb Fletcher. A prince in the British lands." Vivian said. "And he's also a knight."

Her mother gave her a folder

"He has green hair." Isabella said, "Nobody has green hair!"

"Look at his attitude! Talented, kind, smart, loving, caring, happy, generous, protecting, and respectful!" Vivian enumerated, "And he's the heir to the British Lands."

"But I seriously do not want green headed children." Isabella crossed her arms, "I'd pick him, but, you know."

"Isa there are, I don't know, the knights?" Vivian suggested

"Mom, I checked them all out, and nobody seemed interested in me. They're interested at the new role they'll get." Isabella explained

"Alright fine. Then there are," Vivian gulped, "The villagers."

"Mom, I will never stoop down that low. Do you think that other kingdoms would allow such improper marriage?" Isabella asked

"Isa if you aren't willing to marry, both of us are forced to go and lose the throne." Vivian stated

"Mom, just, one more month. Please give me a month." Vivian sighed

She already knew that her daughter would ask for another month.

"Fine, Isa. But if you don't find somebody then, it's Prince Ferb for you."

"Oh! Woe is me! For a princess shall never seek the love from thee!"

Vivian exited the room and closed the door shut.

"Do you perhaps know where I can find a husband?" Isabella turned to her maid

"Well," the black haired girl answered, looking down on the floor, "if you really need a husband so badly, madam, you can think again about your mother's last suggestion."

"Go to the village? Well I've never actually been there." Isabella muttered, "Prepare me a dress! A simple one, fit for their standards, uh."

"Stacy. You can call me Stacy, madam."

"Stacy. And please drop the 'madam'. I feel old when you call me that. Call me Isabella."

And she went out of the palace wearing nothing but a very plain baby pink dress which reached her knees and small puffy sleeves and a pair of pink flats. Nothing could go so wrong during her small walk, right? Guess again.

Once the princess had stepped out by herself, she walked a few meters north at her direction. And when she got to the actual village, things started to get a little fishy for her taste. Literally.

"Ugh." Isabella groaned in disgust as the vendors showed her different types shapes and sizes of fish, the kingdom's most exported product, "No thanks."

Isabella nearly puked at the foul stench of the seafood. She barely got a look of the boys' faces. Isabella stumbled down as a fisherman showed her a handful of cod fish, and her landing in a... Unfortunately, in a barrel full of fish. She stood up, just as quickly as she made impact to the fishes then walking uncontrollably then slipping into the small puddle of water in front of her, accidentally tripping a man holding a bucket full of fish. The man lost his grip on the bucket then the thing turned upside down, trashing all of the fishes onto the princess' dress.

Her carelessness had certainly caught up the attention now. All eyes were on them. Isabella struggled to get up then a stranger offered her a hand.

"Are you alright, miss?" He asked

He stood her up and she looked at his face, suddenly feeling warm.

The boy was about her age. Blue eyes, red head, pale skin, pointed nose.

"Uh, I, I'm fine. Thanks." Isabella responded

"What's your name?" The boy asked, removing his hands from hers

"Isabella. And you are?"

"Ph-"

"Help me here, boy!" Someone had yelled

Both teens turned their attention to the orange haired woman who had called the boy's attention. The red headed boy went towards where the woman was and helped her, completely forgetting about Isabella. The princess just shrugged and made her way towards the place Stacy told her to go. To the fields.

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~Till then!