A/N Hi, this is .strikes, and this is my first fanfic, so plz read, rate, and review. this is just an idea of mine and i hope u like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the names of the characters in this story, just the characters themselves.

I sit inhaling all the goodness of the fresh earth, as the first day of spring enlivens my senses in the highest tower of my father, King Arthur's, castle. Freesia, lilacs, lavenders, and white roses neatly planted on River Freedom's edge, gleam at the crack of dawn. The reality of FreedomLand's beauty in greenery, splashing & bright colors, meadows, and sparkling waters is unbelievable, impossible to describe. And even as the picturesque view is unraveling itself today, a little bit of the sunlit atmosphere is enough to feed one's soulful eyes for a century.

Although it isn't enough for me -the youngest princess of the land- for I am used to spectacular views ten times as amazing in my fantasy world.

I sit here deep in thought of the third nobleman, who would be beheaded in minute's time. I had also sat here, in my favorite place and at my favorite time, every day -today was the tenth- since Father had declared the quest: "Whoever finds out where my daughters go at night and wear their shoes out, within three days and nights, will get to marry the princess of his choice and inherit the throne after my passing. If the man does not succeed within the allotted time, he will be executed."

I am lost in my more perfect than perfect fantasy world of fairies, elves, and butterflies playing carelessly in a garden while I sing to them from my high swing in a blossoming tree, trying not to think of things that can go wrong. Nevertheless, it doesn't work.

My racing heart is aware of one dreadful fact as I sit in such a peaceful, open air; one that sends chills down my spine each time I even try to think about it. It is a fact that has the power to change my unwritten future.

The fact is: The prolonged quest would take forever, but eventually someone would succeed. Then they would know our secret at last. The secret of the Twelve Princesses would be out.

I can't face the bitter truth of the fact and my deep hazel eyes widen as a drop of liquid makes its way down my scarlet flushed cheek, glistening like a diamond in the sun's mourning glow. I cuddle my knees to my chest and bury my face in my lap as my deep chestnut hair blows into chaos by the breeze.

My daydream slowly starts to fade away…I want to complain, but no words flow out. At that moment I become aware of what the other, most horrible emotion engulfing me, is. I inhale and bolster myself to say it and it comes out, more as a question than a statement:

"Fear."

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