Mark sat up as he looked around the blood run field. All he could spot was life this city once had. The body of its citizen laying the blood run field as the sky was streaked with the same blood. The grass was high and Mark could it scratching against his pants as he walked around the indented body in the grass to find any survivors. He slowly stepped around the bodies as he held his sword by his side genteelly tapping each person he passed along the way. Mark's green eyes settled on a small body lying in the field. It had to be no bigger then a child's body. The child had long brown hair, which now looked like a nest of weeds in the grass, and wore a red coat and a pair of red pants with sandals. Mark made his way over there and tapped the child to hear a moan. He put his sword away and bent down to the child. He slowly rolled the child over holding the head. He looked down at the child his mind realized whom the child belong to. She was the daughter of the once king of this land. She began to moan as Mark picked her up and carried her to his horse. He placed her on the back of the horse and then got on. He then replaced her in front of him and began to drive off in to the sunset.

Mark had his servants take care of the daughter of Lord Kerry as the girl lay in bed for weeks with no motion. Mark did not know how to care for a child. He had none of his own and had no duchess to show him the way. The servants tended to everything she would need until she was awake. Mark checked in on her every so often, and had an order that once she awaken he was also to be awaken and away of this. The one night he was, awaken in the middle of the night.

"My Lord… My Lord…" and out of breath servant said as Mark rose from his bed "…Lady Kerry is awake…"

"Why didn't you say so?" he said and grabbed on to his robe and head to the room. His knocks on the door echoed in to the room. He could hear the breath from the room be cut in half. He entered into the room and started at the child now sitting up in bed. "Your all dismissed." Mark gave the command and the room cleared quickly. He starred at her and she starred back at him. He studied her crystal white eyes that looked like it came from the white tiger. Her brown long hair now flowing down her back and it seam to been taken care of while she was sleeping. She wore a blue nightgown that cut down to the center of her breast. Her body was white as Mark could see she was taken shallow breaths. He sat down on the chair next to the bed. Their eyes never left one another.

She stared at him trying to remember where his face looked so familiar. The last memory she remembers is her father laying the field telling her to be strong. The words burn in to her mind as she looked at the strong man sitting across from her. She did not know what to say to him. Her mind raced on what he possibility could be thinking to do to her. Was he a kidnapper? What did he want from her? Who would come and save her? How were the people?

"Do you know where you are?" He asked his voice deep and strong like a father's tone

'No' her head shocked

"You are in Temponia. I am Lord Mark." He said and her eyes wedded with surprised. "What's your name?"

"Lady May Kerry… Lord Mark why did you save me? Why not let me there to die?" She asked her voice soft and feeble.

"No one would have found you. You are lucky that you are here now. There were no other survivors. I found you and that is it."

"You came and killed my family… my friends… my life is gone. You killed it all Lord Mark. How dare you save me to do what tortured when awaken from a horrible nightmare" She spoke in a soft harsh tone.

"I am not going to torture you. I am offering you a home, at the least I can do since I took yours." He paused "You may stay here and live what ever life you wish when you reach the age of the thrown. Until that time, you will be under my eye as a Lady… I will not take your born title away from you."

"So, I am a prisoner till I am of age for the thrown." May sigh and looked down to the cover. She pinched the cover a few time and just looked down. Her mind was confused and unsetting. "I wish to retired for the night"

"As you wish." He said and walked out of the room. He spotted the top maid in the hall. "Jessica, come here" she followed his direction "I want you to get real close to Lady May. You have not other job but that."

"Yes My Lord" She said to him and then left heading to Lady May's room.

Mark lied in bed thinking on what he was going to down now that he had a child to care about. He would have to chance some of his ways. He couldn't just have anyone he wanted to show up in the castle. He risked at anytime a rebel from anyone near to May. He had no reason why he should keep her in his care. He could just let her go. He was taken a chance of something to happen to himself with her in his hands. But he couldn't just leave her out in the cold with no place to go. He was just being a nice guy. He didn't mean to kill the whole city, but he could not allow the attacks on his land. Mark took a deep sigh as he slowly began to fall asleep.

The next morning Mark dressed in casual/ formal ware as he was just planning on roaming around the castle with May. He sat down for breakfast and waited for is guess to arrive. "Where is Lady May?" He asked on of the maids.

"I don't know, My Lord, I will go find out." She placed down the glass and quickly left to find out what is taking so long. Mark waited for the maid to return. "My Lord, she will just be a few more heart beats" She said and he smiled and she continued to finished getting the table together.

May shyly walked in to the hall her long flowing blue gown following her into her room. Mark stood at the beautiful sight. The corset pushed up her breast allowing them to settle just above the top of her dress. Her hips hugged the dress as she took a seat along side of Mark.

"I didn't know you where going to dress up for breakfast?" Mark tried to make conversation as they began to eat breakfast.

"A lady must look go at anytime of the day. She doesn't know when her duty will be called on My Lord." She said with a smile. Mark smiled back at her and noticed her long brown hair up high in a bun with two strains on either side of her head with the hair off her shoulder Mark could see her neck of pure untouched white.

"I was hoping to show you around the castle today if you wish." He said and smiled a bit.

"I wouldn't mind at all My Lord." She said and took another bit of her oatmeal.

"Please call me Mark"

"I'm sorry My Lord… Mark" She said and looked up at him making a small amount of eye contact with Mark.

"Where your eyes away that white?" He asked May.

"Yes, my father once told me that when I was born the gods looked at my and gave me the gift to behind the white tiger in my eyes." She smiled at bit "depending on what is going on depends on what color my eyes are."

Mark and May keep on eating breakfast with little to no talking at the table. May finished her breakfast first and she sat straight up in her chair. She stared at a spot on the table.

"Would you like to go for that tour now?" He asked

"Yes, Please" She said and Mark stood and then offered his hand to May to help her stand next to him. Once walking Mark walked very close to May and could smell the light fragrance from her hair. The smell was light and was curling up inside his nose as they continued to walk down the long hall.

"Each wing has a different color your room is in the purple wing… my room is in the red wing and the library is in the blue wing…. You can tell by the runners in the hallway." Mark began to explain to May. She listens to him as they continued to talk and walk down the hallways.

"I'm sorry to interrupted you, but you said there was a library in the Blue wing… may I go see it?"

"Sure" He said and turned around and began to head back to the library. They walked slowly as they took their time. Mark looked over at May a few time and smiled. She seams to have this implanted smile on her face. The two of them walked up to the door and Mark stopped before opening the door.

"What's your favorite kind of book?"

"Romantic…" she said with a bright smile. Mark opened the door and walked in the dark room as May stood outside the door. He drew the curtains to allow light in.

"Come on in" Mark said and May walked her eyes looking around the room at the millions upon millions of book he had. May's mouth dropped open a little and Mark stood in front of her and softly closed her mouth. He looked in her white eyes that seam to lighten up a bit.

"You can pick what ever you like to take out of here and read. You are always welcome here." Mark said and slowly brushed his hand down her arms until his hands touched hers. She quickly pulled her hands to a clasp and began to walk around the library. Mark stood and watched her roam around.

May picked out a few books and Mark carried then as they walked to her room. He placed them on the Purple spread on the bed. She smiled at him and sat on the bed. Mark looked at her and smiled.

"Did you father ever talk about who you were promised to?" Mark asked

"Yes, I am not sure on who he was meaning to, but that doesn't matter anymore… does it?" she said to him with a worried look in her eyes.

"Yes and no…. yes if that man find our you are live he will want to wed you and no because he thinks you are dead then he can't marry you."

"Are you promised to a lucky lady?"

"Yes, I know I am, but my father is allowing me to hold a ball to allow me to have a choice in princesses." He said with a sigh "The ball comes at a bad time it is in only 4 days till the day I have to choice" He sat down on the bed.

"Why is that a bad day? I have to beg my father to allow me to choice my lover for life. It is not fair in this day in age to have to get paired up like animals. We should have the choice on which we want to spend the rest of our life with."

"Did you choice?"

"No, since you have the chance to make sure it is the right one. You shouldn't wed the first person you meet. It is a long time to stay in a relationship with a person that you don't even like." May said as Mark sat stood up and sit on the vanity bench.
"I am not planning on wedding a person I don't know nor even love." Mark said, "Romanic is not like those books you read all the time you know."
"Yeah I know, it is not like I don't have a scene of reality"
"then why stick your head in a book?" Mark asked
"I like to read it brings hope that one day love will be the way want love to be." she said shyly and looked away. Her cheeks became a little flush and her smile turned to a slight frown.
"Maybe your idea will come to mind to some prince out there."