They say that curiosity killed the cat. That, however, would not stop Anne from opening that ever so tantalizing and mysterious door. It seemed to practically call her name, wishing and wanting for her to come forth. She felt her breathing grow shallow; the clicking of her heels echoing throughout the silence, accommodated by the rapid beating of her heart. She reached for the door knob hesitantly, turning it ever so gently, and peered through the small crack. She stayed there for a few seconds, and when nothing happened, she shoved it open the rest of the way.

A blinding light seemed to explode all around her, and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. When her eyes did finally adjust, she found herself surrounded by people waving and cheering on either side of a long red carpet, restrained by red felt ropes. She was so confused that all she could do was give a nervous smile and wave back, slowly composing herself, her eyes roaming through the sea of people frantically. Suddenly realizing her situation, Anne went into full on princess mode and gave one of her dazzling smiles, occasionally giving a "how do you do?" or a "Pleased to meet you." Her facade was quickly broken, however, by a knife to her throat.

"Hello princess..." An older mans voice spoke from behind her. She recognized the voice vaguely, and her suspicions were confirmed when the man turned her around to face him.

"Doctor Andrews?!" She gasped as he pressed the knife harder into her neck, causing a trickle of blood to stain the white ball gown she was modeling. He had a crazed look in his eyes, a murderous look, and she could tell he wasn't the same man whom she had known since birth.

"Time to take your medicine princess..." He struggled to pull out a pill whilst still holding her still. When Anne saw the drug, she just knew that it was poison, and felt herself start to shake uncontrollably. She tried to push his hand away from her, but their strength difference was obvious. She began to cry as his hand came closer and closer, promising an end to her existence. She closed her eyes and wished for something to happen, anything really, so that she wouldn't have to die in such a horrible manner.

As if on cue, she woke up sweat drenched and crying.

"Good morning princess." Mrs. Eldegards shrill voice rang throughout Anne's pompous room. Anne, still breathing heavily, addressed her with a nod, and wiped away the tears from her pale cheeks.

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Anne trudged through her morning agenda begrudgingly, wishing that she could instead be whisked away to a party of sorts. She didn't mean the formal balls she was forced to attend, but wanted more to go to the peoples parties, or as Mrs. Eldegard called them, common folk. Anne sat in the limo staring out the window, sighing every so often to let her personal police officer, James Beaton, know that she was not enjoying herself.

"Anne, I know that you aren't particularly fond of politics, but you can at least pretend that it's tolerable." He finally spoke up, causing Anne to draw her eyes away from the passing scenery.

"But why should I pretend when it's only you and I?" Anne smiled sadly at the man. They weren't particularly close, but then again, she wasn't particularly close with anyone. She would probably consider her soon to be step-sister, Kate, her closest acquaintance.

"I suppose you don't have to... It's just that I hate to see you so glum when there's a ball coming up tonight!" James attempted to cheer her up, but this seemed to make her even more upset.

"I remember when the royal balls were fun..." Anne sighed, "but now all I get to do is engage old men with pointless conversation!" Anne turned back towards the window with a childish pout.

"Anne, those old men are world leaders! It would be in your best interest to stay on their good side! It would be in all of Great Britains interest for you to stay on their good sides!" He raised his voice, causing Anne to jump in her seat, but she stubbornly refused to even face him any longer.

They were in the middle of London when suddenly, the limo came to an abrupt stop. This was followed by some yelling, and then a gunshot.

"What was that?!" Anne looked to James with a panic stricken face.

"Stay here princess." James exited the limo to find out what in the world was happening. Anne crawled over to the other side to watch him as he approached a man, who promptly pointed a gun at him. James seemed to be trying to calm the man down, but it was hard for Anne to understand the muffled sound through the window.

"Where's the princess?!" The man yelled at James. Anne ducked her head as the guy looked over at her. When James saw this, he knew the mans intentions. He attempted to disarm the man, but failed, resulting in a gunshot wound in the chest. Anne then began to feel the same terror that she felt in her nightmare, crying and panting as the man shot James a again, this time in the head. He began to approach the limo, and Anne scurried over to the other side, tripping over her ridiculously large skirt. The man, whom she would later find out was Ian Ball, opened the door and pointed the gun at her.

"Step out of the car princess!" He barked at her, but Anne, despite her fear, sat still. She attempted to look calm and in charge, and ignored the fact that she was shaking like mad.

"Not bloody likely!" She yelled right back, and considered punching him in the face for James...

Poor James...they may not of been close, but she was quite fond of him. She remembered how she used to steal his helmet and play pranks on him when she was younger, and how he would give her a lecture afterwards...she thought he was a darling man, and in no way deserved to die...especially not for her...

Ian began to grab for her, and Anne managed to kick him in the face in the midst of their struggle, but it didn't stop him. Anne found it no use as the man got a good hold on her and began dragging her out. All Anne could do was scream, and pray for god to send one of his angels to save her.

Fortunately for Anne, god did just that.

Ian was knocked out cold by a blow to the back of the head. Anne gasped as Ian fell on top of her, and she quickly pushed him off. When she looked up, there was another man. A man of great bravery and cunning. A man whom was more like a god than a human. A man whom she would come to find to be the most wonderful man she will of ever known.

This however did not register at the time, so she punched him in the face.

The man recoiled, holding his bloodied nose as he let out a few curses. This allowed Anne to fully see the man. He had dark curly hair, and cheek bones of a model. He wore a long coat along with a scarf, and under those things was a nice suit. She would've thought he was an angel if it wasn't for his lack of wings and the string of curses that continually flowed from his mouth.

-Anne's Point of View

"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled in a deep (and very attractive) voice, which startled me. This is when I finally realized he wasn't with Ian. He was in fact trying to save me, which would explain why he had knocked Ian out...

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized, getting out of the car to help him, but was stopped by his outstretched hand.

"I'm fine!" He said standing back up, revealing his bloodied nose. "But we need to get you out of here." He grabbed my hand and we began to run from the crime scene, me struggling to keep up seeing as I was wearing heels.

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We ran for quite a while before one of my guards found us. He drove us all the way to Buckingham palace, where a frantic Mrs. Eldegard awaited. We were sitting in one of the many extravagant rooms sipping tea as Mrs. Eldegard frantically asked questions.

"Are you quite alright?" She asked for the eighth time. I rolled my eyes, getting awfully tired of that question.

"Yes, I'm fine." I answered vaguely, much to interested in the man whom had saved, quite possibly, my life. He had been taken to the nurses, despite his protesting that he was fine.

"Who was that young man with the bloody nose?" I shrugged.

"I don't know." I sipped my tea in thought. Who was he indeed...

Later that evening I went into the nurses to find him there still. His nose was completely fixed, and his face was clean, allowing Anne to notice how incredibly handsome the man was. At a loss for words, all she could do was mutter a hello.

"Hello. You must be princess Anne." He looked up from his cup of tea. I smiled and nodded. He stood up and straightened out his suit.

"Well, i'll be leaving now." I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want him to go. I wanted to know more about my hero.

"But sir!" He turned round to face me as he put on his coat and scarf, giving me a look that said yes, what do you want now?

"I just wanted to say thank you..." I smiled gratefully (as a princess should) and he smiled and nodded in reply, but once again made a break for the door.

"I was wondering if you would like to come to the ball tonight!" I called after him, causing him to stop and look at me. His eyes seemed to scan me, but I stood unwavering. "As thanks for rescuing me..." I explained, and waited for a reply.

"No, I don't care much for parties. Now if you'll excuse me..." He obviously wanted to go home and pretend this never happened, but I was still curious (I swear this trait will lead to my downfall).

"Why not?" I followed him towards the front door, once again trying to keep up in my heels.

"Why not what?" He didn't stop to face me this time.

"Why don't you like parties?" I inquired. I knew I was probably just a nuisance, but I didn't care. I honestly wanted to know.

"Because there are people at parties." He answered simply, finally managing to locate the front door.

"I'll take it you aren't much of a people person?" I followed him outside, taking off my heels quickly and lifting my dress so I wouldn't get mud on the bottoms. It's so hard to get stains out of this fancy white material.

"No." He opened the door to an escort that I had arranged for him. He got in, making me feel rather awkward for just standing there, so I knocked on the window. He sighed as he rolled it down.

"What's you're name?" I peered in the window, resting my hands on my knees.

"Sherlock Holmes." He smiled a polite, yet obviously fake smile.

"Well Mr. Holmes-"

"Sherlock, please." He interrupted.

"Well Sherlock," I started again, "It was a pleasure meeting you, and I hope to see you again in the near future." I smiled a dazzling smile to show him my sincerity. Unfortunately, I could've swore I heard him mutter 'not likely' as the car began to drive away. Sherlock Holmes, hmmm?

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It had been weeks since my encounter with Sherlock. Not to worry though. I found myself occupied with attending my chauffeur and personal police officers funerals, along with multiple party and charity engagements. Quite a depressing week indeed. I had almost completely forgot about him until one night, I was feeling particularly blue. Mrs. Eldegard had read off tomorrow's agenda, making me realize my whole life was planned out. I had even yelled at her! When she left to get me some "happy pills" I escaped out the window. I wasn't sure why, but I was fed up. I just wanted a normal life! A life where I could choose my own agenda! Being smart, I of course packed a ton of cash along with a few sare clothes. Having no time to change, I snuck out in my night gown.

Have I mentioned how much i hate my gown? And my underwear too. They're both so old fashioned and uncomfortable, that I can hardly stand them! One of the first things on my new agenda was to buy pajamas. REAL pajamas. The ones with a top and a bottom part. I would only wear the top part though. I remember how shocked I was when I learned that some people went to sleep in nothing at all! Quite scandalous. Anyway, when I made my escape, I realized I had no where to go. That's when I remembered Sherlock. I remember when the escort came back from delivering Sherlock home, I had asked him where he lived (for future reference of course), and he told me 221B Baker st. Well, I figured, I don't know anyone else in all of London. And with that, I left. It was quite a long walk, but eventually I found it.

Sherlock was away at the time, so I spoke with Mrs. Hudson, the landlady. She was a bit alarmed by the hour in which I arrived, but she seemed to like me overall (or at least I had hoped so). I set up a rent deal immediately for apartment 221A, the flat right above 221B. I think Mrs. Hudson was too tired to object... I didn't have any furniture with me obviously, so I had to do with the old mattress that she let me use. In the morning, I decided, i would go see Sherlock. This should be interesting. I've never had my own flat before... Hell, there's lots of things I've never done before. As I lied down, my situation hit me. I just ran away from home in my nightgown, rented a flat, and basically gave up my life of luxury. As I sat there letting this sink in, I couldn't help but begin to laugh like a lunatic.

"I just...bought a flat...I'm a commoner now!" I said to myself between giggles. I was glad no one was around, otherwise they'd think I was mad. Hell, even I was beginning to question my sanity! After my giggle resided (which I think may of given me abs, my stomach hurt so bad), I fell asleep, wondering what the hell i was doing here.