A:N/ SO THE SECRET SURPRISE IS A NEW STORY. YEAAAH. YEAAAAH. OOOOKAY. HERE GOES!

"Mother, Father, please," she pleaded, the tears stinging the back of her eyes. This couldn't be real. She didn't want this, she didn't want any of it.

"You can't do this to me, please! Mother," she tried "you know what he does to his brides. Mother please." She was crying openly know.

"Rachel. It's decided. You're lucky he's even agreed to take you as his bride. You're not getting any younger, Rachel, it's time you found yourself a husband. And think of what this will do for the kingdom! You saw how bad the harvest was this year," her mother said.

Rachel could feel the panic set in. There weren't any words left to say. What could she say?

"It's decided, Rachel. He'll be here in two days time," her father said. And that was that. Two days. As her parents left the room, Rachel fell to her knees. She felt the panic rise in her chest. No, no, no this couldn't be happening.

She didn't know how long she sat there, nor did she care, until she heard her name.

"Lady Rachel?"

Blaine.

Her sweet, sweet stable boy. Her best friend. No one knew how much Blaine meant to her. They couldn't know. Someone of her status would have never been allowed to fraternize with someone so lowly. But Blaine was the only thing that kept her sane. She didn't want to be princess, she didn't want to be queen. Blaine understood her. They had met through a mutual love: animals. Their friendship had never been a question. It was nothing more, nothing less. They had spent hours together under the trees, talking about everything, talking about nothing. She told him how much she hated everything that awaited her beyond the palace gates. She wanted a life of her own volition.

He addressed her with the formality that was required within the confines of the palace walls, until she turned and he saw the tears carving paths down her face.

"Hey, hey..." he said, rushing over and taking her into his arms. She welcomed his embrace and sobbed obnoxiously into his shoulder. "Rachel, what's wrong?" All he got in response was the tightening of her arms around his neck. "Rachel, you're scaring me," he whispered, rubbing wide circles on her back

He held her a moment more, his lips close to her ear, whispering soothing nothings to her, before she pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

"They arranged a marriage. With King Schuester of Eutopia. I don't know what to do Blaine," she stuttered out before dissolving into tears again.

"Schuester? of Eutopia? Isn't he like 50?" he asked. Rachel winced and let out a small sigh of disgust. "Sorry. Oh, Rachel, come here," he said, pulling her back into his arms. But she pushed him away and grabbed the neck of his shirt.

"Blaine, you have to help me," she whispered. "You have to help me get out of here. I can't do this. Please, Blaine, please will you do this for me?"

"Anything."

It had only been two weeks since his father's passing. And exactly two years since his mother's passing. He was an orphan now, all on his own.

His father's passing had been blinding. Finn had held it together. Not for himself, but for the kingdom that was now his. King Finn. He was so grateful they hadn't set an official coronation date yet. He wasn't sure if he could handle that. But the rumors were flying now. Some were saying it was a set up. Many of them were pointed at him. And they weren't much, really, no one paid much attention to them anyway, the entire kingdom knew how much Prince Finn had revered his father. But one person in particular had caught Finn's attention. His Aunt Sue had never been particularly fond of him. He had tried to figure out why she detested him so much, and he could only come to one conclusion. His Aunt Sue was third in line for the throne. Right after him.

His aunt had been disturbingly comfortable with his father's passing. Of course, she had shed her fair share of tears. But something just wasn't there when she had read her brother's eulogy.

The walls of Finn's room suddenly felt all too close to his skin, and he had to escape his room. As he reached for the handle, the doors flew open, shocking Finn back a few steps.

"Oh...Aunt Sue, you startled me," Finn said, unsure. Three guards flanked her.

"Finn. It saddens me to do this-" she started.

"To do what?" Finn said, his hand inching closer to the blade that rested in the holster against his hip.

"It saddens me," she started again, harsher this time, "but I have no other choice than to turn you over to the authorities on account of murdering my brother, your...your own father."

No. Way. Of course. He was idiotic to think she would have let him live happily ever after, being

the loving aunt, supporting him along the way. Her pride was far too great, her ego too strong, and her greed too broad.

"Y-you can't be serious," Finn started.

"Unfortunately, son, I am. Why, Finn, why? Couldn't you have waited?"

"Waited for what? I didn't do this! Aunt Sue, how could you?" She said nothing, but stared back at Finn. After a moment, she folded her hands behind her back, and looked to the ground with a small shake of her head. The guards started their advance towards Finn.

Alright then, Finn thought, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way.

Ducking quickly out of the guard's reach, he swung himself out of the open window to his right. He landed hard on his feet, sending a harsh jolt up his spine that caused him to fall.

Seconds. You've got seconds. he thought. Get up. Go. Pushing himself to his feet, he got up and ran. He ran around the corner, taking the most complicated path. He tried to get his head around himself.

Stop! Stop running. Think. You can't run. Running only makes you more visible. Don't panic just yet. Stay calm, stay calm...

He pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head and started back off again-walking this time-towards the stable. He could see it now, mere yards away from him. Head low, head low. He let out a sigh as he crossed the threshold. Thank God, he thought. His best friend, Sam was there. Sam was a prince like him, but of a much smaller kingdom. He was pulling on the saddles of the two horses he stood between, checking their tack over once more.

"Sam," Finn said. "Sam, we've got to go now."

"Why? Finn, what's wrong."

"Sam, please, I don't have time to explain. We have to go. Now."

Sam stood staring at him, "Finn, calm down. What's-"

"Sam! We've got to go now! I promise I'll explain everything, and you can turn back then, but please. Please, we have to go." Sam studied him for a minute more.

"Okay. Okay let's go."

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