Lovina, the eldest princess Italy, sighed, as she lifted a knife to the back of her ponytail. In one, fast and swift movement cut her hair, till it nestled to her chin. She shoved her knife, to a younger girl, her sister, Feliciana hands. "Here," she mumbled. "Take it." Feliciana looked at her sister, with mournful eyes.
"But sorella!" she whined. "Do I have to?" Lovina growled at her sisters complaints. "Of course!" she hissed. "Do you want to get caught?!" The two sisters were running from there own kingdom, after her father tried to farce her to an arranged marriage with the prince of Turkey, Sadık. After being on the run for about three weeks, they found themselves in a tavern at a Spanish harbor Lovina looked out the window of the room they were staying in. She had know idea how much her life was fixing to change