This is a SoulxMaka story. I have written stories before and I appreciate constructive criticism. Only this chapter will be in the narrator's point of view, the next will be Soul's, then Maka's, then Soul's, etc. I update frequently, once or twice a week, so stay tuned. The second chapter will be out within the next few days. Now, Maka, will you?

"Anarue does not own Soul Eater! The characters provided in this story belong to the creators of Soul Eater and are theirs to change. This story is not of the same realm of the original series. This is another dimension in which Soul and Maka are both heirs to thrones of enemy kingdoms and forbidden lovers! Anarue approves this message!"

Well said! Now let's get on with the story, shall we?

The girl in the blue dress walked down the hallway slowly, her heels clicking and echoing through out the long, lavish hallway. Snow white tiles lined the floor, and beautiful open blue walls grew to the sky. Her blue dress was light, allowing her to move freely, but still look beautiful at the same time. Besides, she wasn't meeting anyone special, and so there as no reason to wear something fancy. Her green eyes sparkled with intelligence and her dirty blonde hair swirled and curled around her shoulder blades. She was the image of perfection in her kingdom's eyes, the image of the perfect woman.

Her almond shaped eyes fell over every person passing her, nodding to the servants and curtseying to the ones of higher ranks. Looking up through her dark eyelashes, she smiled at the man who then stepped in front of her; her father.

"Papa." She smiled, pink lips turning up softly.

Her father was a handsome man, a man with dark red locks and striking eyes. He was known for having many mistresses and was often caught in many sticky situations with his mistresses. One however, always stood out to the young girl; a beautiful woman of fair skin and purple hair. Her hair swooped down her back, and looked to be a handful to care for. Her name was Blair, and she was one of the most mischievous - not to mention beautiful - women of their kingdom. But the purple haired mistress was no match for the radiant Queen, no matter what the King thought.

There were many rumors of this woman, rumors of her plotting to take over as the next Queen beside the King, rumors of her really being a witch and seducing the King with her dark magic. The girl looked at her father straight in the eye, his hair neat and combed back, she knew it was done by himself of course; he had been off with another woman again.

Her father was guilty of adultery, and many wished for his death because of it. After all, if the slaves and peasants were to die from committing such sins, why not the King himself? Who had shamed himself one too many times.

Smiling dryly, she walked around her father with a nod of her head, knowing it would do her no good to sit around and listen to her father's excuses.

"Maka," he called, and the girl stopped in her tracks at the mention of her name. Turning around slowly, she smiled politely at him.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Do not tell your mother of this, I can see it in your eye that you know." He said, eyes narrowed at the petite seventeen year old. A bitter chuckle escaped the princess' lips and she cocked her head slightly as she looked him over.

"I'm sure she already knows."

And with that the princess turned on her heel and continued down the hallway. She was a wounded princess, not physically, but mentally. Her father was a horrible man in her eyes, and he had long ruined the Albarn name.

It had been too many times that she had seen him with another woman, turning a blind eye for her father's sake. But in the end, it made her cold towards her father. She hated men, she despised them, she refused to be wooed by them, to be touched by them. They were all filthy in her eyes. But no better were the women in her kingdom, who selfishly turned a blind eye and let these men do these horrible things - and she supposed she wasn't any better than them herself.

The forest eyed princess was off to the woods, where she could play her flute and go for a stroll. The woods in their kingdom were lined with the illuminating light of the sun; which was the one thing they worshiped in their kingdom, light.

However there was another kingdom on the other side of the woods, the cruel kingdom of Aeterna. They had worshiped darkness there, and the only thing that ever kept Lucem safe from these treacherous people was the light that binded within each and every civilian.

Maka, being a naturally curious person, always wandered towards the boundaries of Lucem. But never once did she step out of their territory. She was a smart, good girl after all. She wouldn't dare begin a war over a misguided princess' actions.

Feet picking up, she held the skirt of her dress up slightly so she could walk quicker, weaving through the streets of Lucem easily. She knew these roads like the back of her hand; it was her kingdom after all, the kingdom of light and angelic souls.

A young woman in a beautiful cream colored dress waved to her as she hurried by. The princess, now griping her silver flute in her hands, was too busy to notice her good friend. The young woman was no other than Tsubaki, a beautiful girl who sold flowers in the market. She had long, silky black hair that the princess was always envious of. But she was a princess, so she did not let her emotions control her.

Entering the thick wood, a smile played on her lips. She had gotten by easily, and was suddenly glad to have been able to escape the bustling kingdom.

Brushing by the green trees, she came upon the beautiful clearing she had once loved to sit in. Flowers sprouted through out the clearing, along with green grass and beautiful shady trees. Where would she sit today? Her forest green eyes blended in perfectly with her surroundings, and she silently assessed where the best place to rest would be.

Bored with the beautiful scenery, she continued along in the forest - curious about the boundaries of Lucem. Sure she had been there before, but she seemed to be drawn to it. Set on reaching the boundaries before the sun reached it's peak, she walked through the forest; taking the time to admire the beauty that was her kingdom.

It was not long before her petite figure reached the boundaries, and it was not difficult to tell which part of the land was Lucem's, and which part was not. A long black, metal fence ran along the edge of the green wonderland. On the other side although, a wonderland of darkness lay. Burnt trees painted red streamed across the land, but she was not scared - she had been here before, she had seen these horrors before.

Hands wrapped around the cold metal, she stared into the dark woods - innocence and curiosity flashing in her eyes. A figure in the distance stood, a maniacal laugh ripping through the air. Its cruelty made Maka shiver, but her eyes did not stray from the tall figure.

Slowly, the figure turned to look at her, but the darkness the grazed the forest prevented her from seeing their face. The figure cocked their head, two red eyes becoming apparent. Then a wicked smile twisted their lips, before they ran off into the forest.

Maka let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, then slowly sunk to the floor - her eyes glued to then dark forest before her, before she realized what she had just saw. A murder! She had just witnessed a murder! But she had not seen any corpses, just a psychopath.

Flute still in hand, two blood red eyes suddenly appeared before her, and a growl ripped through the owner's throat.

"Look what we have here. A little girl come to play?"

Maka fell backwards in shock, landing on a bush gracefully. Green eyes wide, she looked up at the voice to see the body attached to it. There standing there was a white haired boy, his teeth slightly sharper than the average persons, and possibly the owner of the two red eyes she had previously seen. He was strikingly handsome, in a devilish sort of way. The princess could only see him as a bad boy, riding motorcycles, getting the ladies and pushing his way up in the social ladder.

"Who are you?"

She couldn't help but ask, whoever this boy was, was certainly not from Lucem - she could tell that much by his apparel. He was adorned in a black suit, with vertical grey pinstripes. A red collar shirt was underneath this suit, and a blood red hanky lay in the chest pocket. His collar was loose, and a few buttons were yet to be buttoned. For all she knew he was a prince! She scoffed at this idea although, then looking up at him for his answer.

"Who am I? Sweetheart, I'm the Prince of Corruption; Soul Evans. And who may you be? A curious peasent come to take a ride on the wilder side of life?"

He leaned against the black, metal fence, a smirk coiling his lips. Prince of Corruption? That sounded fairly familiar to the princess, and she knew exactly why. The Prince of Corruption was the youngest child of the Evans family, also known as the royal family of Aeterna; Kingdom of Darkness and Devilish souls. Maka narrowed her eyes at the boy, before realizing the grip she had on her silver flute as making her knuckles white.

"Oh!" She mumbled, loosening the grip slightly and switching it from her right hand to her left. Soul then seemed to register the flute, the smirk never leaving his lips. Standing up, the Princess swatted the green leaves off of her beautiful gown, and with a "humph", turned on her heel.

"Now wait a minute, I didn't get your name."

He called lazily, to which Maka paused, looking over her shoulder. Her pink lips twisted into a challenging smile.

"Guess," she chuckled.

Finally, with a wave of her hand and one last glance she walked off towards the castle - thoughts occupied with the red eyed boy.