A/N: Hi there, sorry for being away for so long. Anyway, this is a small sample that I wrote of what it can become a true fanfiction. Since it's my first time writing to this fandom, I wanted some feedback before going on and writing the whole story.

So, please tell me what you think; if you think that I should write more or forget it.

Dya sighed as she saw Alfea acceptance letter. She was finally free from Eraklyon institute and free from Diaspro's everyday nagging.

A knock on the big golden door of her bedroom, took her out of her thoughts. She quickly straightned her dress and hair, hid the letter and sat straight on her big bed.

- Yes? Who is it? - The warm voice of her mother, Queen Samara of Erakleon, echoed on the other side of the door.

- It's me, dear. Can we talk? - Dya couldn't help but smile at how formal her mother sound.

- Of course, mother. - As soon as she answered, her mother opened the door, got in and made sure to close the door shut.

As common, the queen was wearing a green and golden gown alongside her crown, her long dark red hair was loose and her green eyes held wisdom, as she looked in to her daughter. To Dya, her mother was simply beautiful! The Princess had inherited her mother's eye and hair colour, but, in her point of view, not the elegance and grace that made Samara the great queen that she was.

After staring at her daughter for some time, the woman finally spoke.

- How are you feeling this morning, Dya? - Although knowing that she was making small chat, Dya went on with it.

- I'm fine, mother. And you? - Samara ignored her question.

- Your father was very upset to find out that you haven't applied for the Eraklyon Institute this year. I told him that you probably forgotten about it due to the recent changes and due to your brother. - She then frowned. - However, I'm no fool, Dya! Your father might have not noticed, but I did! I know of letters sent from you to Alfea. Why do you want to leave Eraklyon so much?! - Dya lowered her head; she should have known that her mother would find out. After a while she finally answered.

- I wasn't happy on the Institute, mother. You know that! Diaspro and the others... Please mother, let me go to Alfea! I've already been accepted! - In a quick gesture, she shows her mother the letter, who read it carefully.

- You'll be repeating the first year? - The Princess nodded.

- Yes. Their teaching is different, and I want to catch up with the other students. - Her mother sighed and gazed sadly at her.

- I'm sorry, my dear. I can't let you go. It's too dangerous! You know that! Your father and I have been protecting you all of this years so that those... three don't get hold of you! We can't let that go to waste now! - At this, the Princess began to cry lightly.

- Mother, please! I'll be safe in Alfea! Brother is nearby, and... Ruby is near Alfea too! And Brandon! Please, let me live my own life! - The queen stood there, looking at her younger child, not knowing what to say. After a while, she finally spoke.

- I'll talk with your father and brother about this. If they agree... - A glimpse of hope appeared in her eyes; she knew that it wasn't much, but it was a possibility, and for now that was enough.