A/N- hey guys chappie 2!Yes it is a little slow, but it will get more exciting:) please R&R, and I know a lot of people write long author's notes, but of course I don't know what to say...SO HERE'S CHAPTER 2 :)!

"So my lovely ladies, you shall all have a maid to get you all pretty, ready, and perfect to meet my sons, and my wife. She will be joining us, please don't gawk," King Clavic smirked and trotted away. He was such an arse.

"Why hello, you must be Princess Layna," said a demanding voice behind me.

"Actually it's Lyna, Princess Lyna," I returned lifting my head. The lady looked in her mid-forties. Her brown hair was sprinkled with little white and grey spots, and her wrinkly eyes showed once present laugh lines.

"Well come on then, Princess Lyna," sneered the lady. Trudging along behind her, she pulled me forward, and pushed me into a room larger than my own back home. It had a large canopy bed with dark oak and blood red bedding. Followed by a matching desk, and two doors, which I assumed were a washroom, and a closet. I turned around to see a large bookshelf adorning the south wall, filled with books. My books. Great, my absolutely perfect parents had decided to move all my personal belongings beforehand. Obviously meaning they weren't expecting me to come back, or they already knew I wasn't coming back. I hoped that it was the former.

"All your clothing is in the closet, but don't dress after your bath, I have a gown for you to wear tonight," said my maid as she gave me an encouraging shove towards the left door. I slowly brought it open and stepped inside. It was like any other washroom, it had a washbasin, and a bathtub. I sighed and shrugged off my dress. Quickly twisting the knobs on the large white porcelain tub and climbed in. Hoping the water would wash away my fury, fear, and suspicion. Wrong. I should just give up; become one of the happy stupid daughters. Just like my sisters. I let a few tears run down my face. I hope too much, I told myself. Too much.

After drying my hair with a towel, I wrapped a large robe around my body. Then I stepped out in the room, the annoyingly grumpy maid was nowhere to be seen. Letting go of a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I walked into the open in the room. Red dress in hand I moved towards the closet and gazed inside. It was full of more dresses than I could ever dream of owning, and that was a lot. Hanging up the red one, I ran my hands over all the colorful material. Mahogany, Cerulean, Azure, Cerise, Wisteria, Violet, Rose, Daisy, Fern. All of most beautiful gowns were here. And I hadn't seen one in my life.

"Too curious to resist I see," snapped the maid once again,

"Hello to you too," I mumbled as she dragged me out of the closet.

"Too bad, my gorgeous mistress had the most gorgeous gown to ever be made harboring in the castle, but she insists on you wearing it" The maid told. I just nodded my head and tried to memorize the corners we were rounding. The room she led me to was looked as though it was a dressing room. She sat me down in a large vanity and picked up my face, squeezing it, and looking at what seemed like every bit of my pore less skin, she finally let go. Then she took my hair and began brutally braiding each side of my hair until they hung down. Not letting them stay like that for long my maid /hair dresser twisted them back into a love knot, before spinning me to face her. She grabbed a brush and highlighted my cheekbones, brushed a light golden dust on my eyelids, before adding a bit of eyeliner to the corner of my eyes. Don't ask me how I know this, because the maid told me. All I know is that that's what it called, but whatever it is it made me look different, prettier.

"Perfect, you actually look presentable," she commented.

Then she threw a white piece of cloth at me, and left me alone. I self-consciously stripped off the robe, not knowing why. I was alone, but I had the feeling that I was being watched. No. Now I was just being impractical. I. Was. Alone. I told myself over and over. But I felt a chill sweep over my body. No. I wasn't alone. I turned around and saw a dark figure move away from the doorway, and walk fastly. Making a large amount of noise walking away. They wanted me to know they were there. They wanted to scare the hell out of me. To make certain that I knew that I wasn't getting any personal space. If they wanted to know what I was doing they would know. I was almost in tears at that moment, I wasn't myself anymore. I was owned. Even though everything that I had just predicted was just that, a prediction. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, drew in a breath, and felt calm once again.

"Dear! You should be ready!" I turned and saw Brunae standing in the doorway. She looked me over once more.

"Are you okay?"

I just nodded my head. She wouldn't care anyways. It's not like she cared that she was giving away her freedom. It didn't mean a thing to her, or to any of them. The thick cold atmosphere of the room went back to light airy, that was...different. I finally decided to dress. The gown made me gasp; the maid wasn't lying to me when she said it was the most gorgeous. It was sleeveless with a tight sweetheart bodice, and thin fabric layering over each other until it dragged onto the ground. Why would they go to all this effort to make me look okay. I mean it's not like I looked dreadful before, and maybe I'm a little stubborn and I like to make my own decisions. But that's just the packaged deal. I'm surprised they didn't gag me, so I wouldn't make a bloody fool of myself in front of the princes. Or maybe I was meeting the forbidden. He was the one that was not to be spoken of. He was the king's only non-adopted son who never came out in public. Some people don't even think he exists, they think that he's a myth made to scare the town. There are other stories about him...ones that are told in secret. I never believed a word of any of them. But of course my sisters do and that's the only reason they were terrified to come here.

"Let's go Princess, you are already late to the meet and greet," sneered the maid, who was coming back to collect me. She dragged me to the end of the hallway where there were two flights of stairs. I stepped down the stairs looking at the floor as I went. I nervous gesture, I guess. Finally reaching the bottom of the first set I watched behind the wall as everyone traveled in pairs. Kirina arm in arm with a golden haired boy, with tan skin. Brunae was holding hands with a brunette that looked utmost Italian. Lastly Tillie was walking side by side with an auburn headed boy. The three princes looked as though they had already charmed my sisters, not that I was surprised. Then came in King Clavic...and Queen Clavic. She was beautiful like no other. Her silvery-white blonde hair was pulled to the side of her head in a braid, her amazing, exquisite green eyes shone bright with pride, and her body looked perfect in her light green pastel gown. Like the king said don't gawk and it was under no circumstances an understatement. Then the door flung open in a harsh movement and in entered a man. Almost giving the room an eerie feeling, as he set out towards the last place on the end of the table in the dining room. He had hair just like his father's except his was a bit longer and shaggier. His eyes were taken from his mother, the same green that were heavily lashed and guarded. He was a closed book; you could read nothing off him. He wore black slacks and a simple white dress shirt that showed off his muscled figure. I gasped at the sight of him. That was Chris, Chris Clavic. He was the one that no one spoke of. He was right in front of my eyes. He was the one that was watching me dress earlier. I was his...

A/N- okey dokey end of chappie 2 :)! I hoped you liked it! Sorry for any grammar, spelling, punctuation mistakes, or any other mistakes, I'm still looking for a beta :)! Tell me what you think of chris, and the other characters! :)R&R please! Thanks!

-(^.^) Rosey