Hey, here's chapter 1, hope you like it. Snow has been up for many hours now, and she's getting very annoyed with her designers!


"Ow," I said for the fifth time in the last few minutes. I turned my head to glare at Beatrice, my designer.

"I'm sorry Miss but you are squirming to much," she said not looking very sorry.

"Well maybe that's because this stupid dress is way to tight and I can barely breath," I snapped back. I have been up way to early and have not eaten a thing.

"Your mother said to make you look stunning and I am doing my best to do that," she said, "plus this dress will make you look stunning.

"Whatever, just hurry up, it's been what 7 hours and I have not eaten a thing and if I don't get something to eat soon I might just have to deal with what I have," I said looking at her with my best smug smile, she burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry your highness but you can not make a very convincing threat," she said as I huffed and turned back around. I'm pretty sure I stood there for another good hour and a half. " There," she said after a while. I sighed. I went to turn around but Beatrice grabbed my shoulder and held me in place. "Now to fix your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?" I complained. By pitch black hair was always straight and never dared to move an inch out of line.

"It is too..um..whats the word," Beatrice mumbled as she moved over to my dresser.

"Simple?" a voice suggested from my now open door. When I looked I saw that there was one of Rowan's thorn guards walking into my room.

"Exactly, it is too simple," Beatrice agreed without looking up.

"How may I help you?" I asked the thorn guard putting my blank mask on quickly.

"Princess," the thorn guard said bowing," Prince Rowan wants to see you."

"Well as you can see I am busy at the moment," I said very cautiously, Rowan was up to something I knew it, I just didn't know what.

"You seemed pretty eager to leave earlier," Beatrice said uncautiously.

"Excuse me?" I asked in a demanding voice. Beatrice's head snapped up and I could see fear in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Princess I did not mean to say that out loud," Beatrice said bowing.

"You can tell my brother that I will be there in a little while, I must get out of this dress," I said turning my back to the guard.

"As you wish Princess," he said moving closer to my back. I didn't think much of it but than I felt a cold hand on my lower back. I spun around and had him pinned to the ground with ice climbing up his legs in less than a second.

"Do Not Ever Touch Me!" I yelled in a very very dangerous voice, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Ye...yes Princess, please forgive me," he stuttered.

"Forgiveness is for weaklings," I said as the ice climbed up over his head. The last thing I heard from him was a gasp and a small whimper. When I turned I saw Beatrice looking at me with even greater fear in her eyes. "Tell my mother that she has another statue for her garden."

"As you wish Princess," she said before bowing and practically running out of the room. I sighed letting all my anger out. I looked into the eyes of the frozen thorn guard and laughed. I used my glamour to push him out of my room and closed the door. I than turned around and looked in the floor length mirror I had hanging on my wall. Beatrice was right I did look stunning. Beatrice made me a floor length baby blue stain dress. It flowed past my waist and curled elegantly on the floor. It matched my eye color making them stand out. My pale pointed ears stuck out of my hair and were no longer covered by my hair. I groaned remembering why I had to have this dress made. I pulled it off and got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans with a dark blue long sleeved shirt. I pulled on a black jacket and placed my sword on my hip and walked out of my room. I was met a very surprised satyr.

"My Princess," the satyr bowed.

"You can spread the word around the court that that is what happens whenever you dare touch a princess," I smiled. The satyr nodded and took the statue away. I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword and kept walking.

Now I just had to survive talking with my brother.


Hey I know this is a short chapter, sorry about that. I don't have a lot of time to write most of my stories so they might be short chapters but there will be a lot of them. Anyway if you want more you have to review, please. Even if you hate it, thank you! I'm sorry for any grammar errors I might have made, please ignore them, thank you. Again REVIEW!:)