I'll make this quick I hate ANs too. Don't own MR. Also, I am basing this mainly on Tudor time since I read that time a lot. Though I read it a lot I'm not an expert if I get something wrong please forgive me.

I braced myself as my corset was tightened even more. For you see, it is the wish of fashion to make sure that women cannot breathe. Although I hate it, I cannot go back to court without the heights of fashion at my hands. Unfortunately.

I looked in the mirror at my face. My long brunette hair was plaited, and a fashionable French hood covered the top. My chocolate brown eyes stared back at me as I pinched my cheeks to bring color to them.

My gown was simple, it was a rich teal to bring out my hair and eyes and a greener teal of my petticoat. Still, it was something I wished I did not have to wear. Oh, how I longed for the days of my childhood when I had the liberty of running free and acting like the tomboy I have always been.

Or was. Ere I was sent to my families country home to learn to behave myself.

Court never was my favourite place. I always much preferred the country where I was able to get away with so many things. Like running amuck in my families grounds, making friends with servants my age, or even riding a horse like a man, not sidesaddle that was too proper for my taste.

"My lady," said my girl who had just finished packing my trunks. "The carriage is here, ready to take you." She looked down, her face sad.

I rushed to her and swept her up in a hug. "Oh, Ella, just because we are going to court does not mean we will stop being friend!" I exclaimed. "You know I'd rather be assigned to kitchen duty with Blare!" I chuckled at that, and her face grew calmer.

I straightened up and swept out the door, my mask in place. I knew why I was going back to court. It was because I had just turned fourteen and was a ripe age to marry. I did not want to marry, but I did not want to upset my parents just yet. I would rather save that for at court.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Rhiannon Maxine Dunn. I was named after the Welsh goddess of birds, horses, enchantments, fertility and the Underworld. For me, I consider it a mouthful, and all my friends refer to me as Max.

I am the daughter of the Earl of Hattsmire. (AN: just made it up so if it's a real place umm yeah..) He is an important man, well loved by His Majesty. They have considered me a disappointment, unruly and without discipline. I do not mind, but since I love my parents, I try not to get too bad. I guess we'll see.

Okay hoped you liked it. Not updating until I get say 5 reviews. I don't think 5 is pushy. If you do I don't care so get over it.

Til later

-meL