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Chapter Two:

A New Life.

Several months had passed since I left my previous life forever. Things hadn't been easy, but some how I had managed to fit in and make my existence one of a slave. Ever since I had set foot on my new home I knew things weren't going to be easy. On the contrary, they were going to be the hardest they had ever been. Long, tiring hours had passed in the tiny room as me and 18 made our friendship stronger. I had learnt many things about the strange girl sitting besides me; what kind of work she was made to do as a slave, and how, through her short 13 years of life, she had never been kissed. I thought it strange that all she dreamt of accomplishing through her life was meeting a man she loved enough to grow old and have children with. No, she didn't want any material things- just the love of one person- that would be enough to satisfy her. She had also inquired about my previous life, how I had become a slave, and what I wished for to make me happy. Of course, I couldn't tell her of the true life I had left behind, but I did a fairly good job of making up a story that would satisfy her need for knowledge. I had described the hardships I had gone through when my poor town had been invaded by vile men seeking slaves to work on their ship. How when I had tried to save my mother she had removed the golden key from her neck and, while placing it over my head, she had told me to run and never look back. I then told of how I had only got so far away when the soldiers had caught up to me and taken me on board the ship. 18 had listened intently to my story, but I could tell that deep down she had known it was made up- she never said a word, but I could tell. She never once asked for details, possibly knowing that I would not know how to answer.

Those questions would have been simple to answer. It was what I wished for that I had the most trouble answering. I didn't really know what I wanted now. Before I had just wished to marry a man I loved- not the man I was betrothed to. But now I didn't know what to think. So I just answered her simply, saying that I just wanted to be happy in life- and possibly not a slave as I was now.

After hearing this she had nodded slightly and asked another question,

"Have you ever been in love Bulma?"

I'm sure my expression must have been a picture, a mix of surprise and wonder flashing across my face. But she had shown no sign of taking back the question, she had just continued to stare, the way she always did.

I though about the question- I had never really been in love before. There had been a few boys that had taken my eye as I attended meetings with my mother and father, but none that I really loved.

I had answered her slowly,

"No 18, I have never been in love before. But I am a great believer in fate." A questioning look appeared on her face, so I explained. "I think that there is a reason I have never fallen in love before. I think this is so that when I do it will be more…um" my mind reeled, looking for the right word "…powerful than any other emotion I have ever felt."

She had then become very interested in the idea of fate, and begged me to tell her more. So I told her about how I believed that everything happens for a reason, and that one day all the horrible things that have happened to you won't seem to matter anymore, because you will have something so amazing and wonderful that it will make all the horror and worrying you did fade in to the background, only to be replaced with a happiness, so pronounced that you won't worry anymore, because you know you will always be safe as long as you have that happiness inside your heart. It felt like I had just reeled of a whole load of nonsense, but a part of me believed that this was true, even if that part was fairly small in comparison. Anyway, the point was that it made 18 happy- and, even though I had only known her a short amount of time, I felt happier when she was happier.

She then moved to lean her head against my shoulder; the cold feeling had taken me by surprise. She spoke so quietly I had to work to hear her.

"Thank you Bulma." She paused, and I began to wonder what she was thanking me for- but then she spoke again, "You have given me something to look forward to in my life… a little piece of happiness that will follow me where ever I go. You know Bulma; I have never had a friend before. I am glad I have you now…"

She trailed off. As I looked down at her peaceful face I realised that she had fallen asleep. It was then I knew what I wished for; a heart as strong and willing for love even after all the hard ship she had been through. I hoped that after the years of hate I was in for, I could love as much as the girl sitting besides me.

I laid my head on top of hers and slowly with thoughts of my life yet to come, fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning with a jolt of fear. The ship made a loud crashing sound as it sunk into the ground. All the heads around me had shot up as the other occupants in the room realised what was happening. I looked down at 18, only to see the calm face she always held in times that I thought were disasters.

I stood and looked through the window as I always did when something out of the ordinary happened. We had landed on a planet- a very strange one at that. The sky was the most beautiful red I had ever seen, a blood red that transformed in to pale yellow where the sun met the horizon, I looked over the beautiful sky, taking in as much as I could- I didn't know then when the next time I could see it would be. To my surprise, a second sun came in to view, the same beautiful colours mirrored across the terrain. I should have thought it strange to see two suns around one planet- but I was slowly learning to believe the things I saw and not think them impossible.

18 had then got to her feet and joined me to look out the window.

"Hmm, Vegitasei. I have seen this place many times before." I looked at her questioningly and she continued, "Vegitasei is one of the best known places for slave trade, a lot of buying and selling goes on here." She then turned and faced the other way as if she had been suspecting something.

I followed her eyes to the door, where the soldiers from before stood, again holding the paper to check us with. 18's suspicions had obviously been correct, because the men began ordering us in to lines.

18 had then grabbed my hand and pulled me in to line behind her. As we began the return trip down the long corridors her hand tightened around mine- as if she were scared, even after the many years she had been through containing the exact same treatment. I wouldn't blame her if she were scared, I was also terrified- but I had to keep it together and try my hardest to stay with my new friend, I had needed her then as much as she had needed me.

Together we had walked off the ship and continued down the metal ramp, I remembered looking around the docking bay and seeing many other ships just like the one we had stepped off of, along with many faces staring at us, following us as we walked in line past the many ships. Lots of faces seemed just like ours- scared, petrified even, for their own safety- I felt sorry for them, because I knew what they were going through.

One face caught my attention, his coal black eyes following me in particular- singling me out among the many slaves that walked in line behind each other. I looked at him, my eyes staring straight back at his. His head turned away from me, his eyes moving to look down the line at the other slaves.

He looked more important that the other men there, his clothes a royal blue, and his white armour lined with gold. His hair was a flame of deep brown, which almost seemed black, meeting at the middle of his forehead in a widow's peak.

I turned to look down the line of slaves again, but I could feel his attention turn back to me, his eyes seeming to bore a hole in the back of my head.

I wished he would stop looking. I was used to the attention from men, used to their expression as they pictured me in some perverted scenario. But this man was different- usually I could just ignore their lust filled eyes, and carry on with what I was doing. But he was making me uncomfortable, like the emotions he felt went deeper than just lust.

Slowly I turned my head back to him. His eyes met mine for the seconded time that day, but this time I was the one to break the contact, my eyes flickering to the soft blush that crept up his cheeks. It was only a slight change in colour, only someone like myself who had been watching the silent man would have noticed.

Suddenly our exchange ended, the man turned almost angrily and stormed away- his cloak billowing out behind him in a wave of red. I turned my gaze to the back of 18's head; my hand was still tightly enclosed within hers. I let my attention wander as she softly pulled me along- who had that man been, he intrigued me greatly even though we had only gazed at each other. Gazed, I laughed to myself, it had seemed more like staring each other down- but still, we had only looked at each other and I already wanted to know more about him. The way his eyes had not only looked at me with lust- but like I was beautiful. I laughed again- I was probably deluding myself, painting images in my head of someone on this planet wanting me more than just for sex.

The line finally came to a stop and we were made to turn to our right, so that we were now facing away from the other ships in the docking area, and towards the 'important' looking people. Possible buyers, I though to myself knowing that, had I asked, 18 would have said the same thing.

Her hand now began shaking in mine, I stroked my thumb in a soothing manner along her hand- she seemed to calm a little, but I could tell she was still petrified of what was happening, she was only 13 after all, even though it was easy to forget- she was still just a child.

I then scanned the people we were now facing, many of them wore the royal blue I had seen on the man before- but none seemed to look as perfect as he did. Other people wore red, and green and any colour you would associate with people such as kings and queens and people in a high-ranking position. As I had said before- 'important' people.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move, parting the crowd as they slowly moved to stand in front of all the people. My breath had hitched in my throat as I saw the man I had been so interested in only moments before. He stood on the left side of a man that looked almost identical to him, the only differentiating features being the hair colour; the other man's was more chocolate brown than the one who had invaded my thoughts- though both flamed above their heads. And a small moustache that curved around his mouth to form a small goatee, the man who had stared at me before had no excess facial hair. The two were obviously related in some way, father and son perhaps- the man with darker hair definitely looked younger.

Behind these two were several soldiers, guards perhaps- though the men certainly didn't need protecting. Each had well defined muscles, which could be identified even through the material that looked tight on their arms. They were dressed in the same attire, though the older looking man was dressed with black material and red armour, which was lined with gold- rather than the blue material and white armour lined with gold which the man, I presumed was his son, was wearing.

They both began to walk to the left side of the line, when they got there the soldier who had been on the ship, Nappa, knelt on one knee and placed a fisted hand on his heart.

"My King"

Although it was far away, I could clearly hear what the man had said. King, I repeated softly to myself, so that would make the man standing next to him the… prince… I, only minutes ago, had stared down the prince of this country, perhaps even this world… oh my- how could I have ever though that this man could love me. To him I was just a lowly slave, someone he could boss around quite easily, someone who could not argue back when told to do something they would never want to willingly do. Someone who he could never openly love, even if he wanted to… I felt tears begin to form, more out of anger than sadness, as I thought of my stupidity, but I forced them back, knowing that crying would not help me now.

Nappa finally stood and walked to stand on the right side of the king, still holding the piece of paper, which had the checks on from before.

The king began to examine each person in the line, muttering things under his breath that I couldn't hear. As he left each person Nappa would make a note on the paper, then either direct them to stand on the right or the left. Slowly small groups began to form at the end of the line- which was getting increasingly smaller as the king moved from one person to another.

After what had felt like hours the king and the prince finally came to stand in front of 18 and myself. 18's hand was shaking almost violently now, her small hand gripping mine tighter than I though was possible.

She looked down as the kings gaze fell on her, her breath coming slowly as if she were trying to calm herself. The king looked her up and down, muttering things such as 'strong legs', and 'good arms'; he spoke almost as if she was livestock being sold at a cattle market.

Even though my friend was being treated so badly, I couldn't help but notice the prince's unfaltering gaze. He never once looked at 18, just continued to stare at me like he had when we first arrived on the planet. Again I felt uneasy- wanting to cover my body so that he couldn't see. But he wasn't looking there, he was looking straight in my eyes- as if he were searching for something, the answer to an unspoken question maybe.

Suddenly I heard Nappa speak,

"Left." He grunted the word that had been spoken many times as they walked down the line, but this awoke a new fear in me- was I to go left too of was I to face a life without my new friend.

I tightened my hand around 18's for a brief moment before it fell limply from mine. I turned my head to look at 18; a silent tear fell from her cheek as she began to walk slowly towards the left. I prayed that I could rejoin her in moments to come.

I looked forwards again. I could feel many eyes looking at me now- burning me with their icy stares.

I looked back to the king as he started assessing me like he had 18. His eyes scanned me, starting at my feet and continuing up until they stopped at my neck. I followed his gaze and realised with horror that he was staring at the small golden key, which rested above my chest. My hand clenched at my side, fighting the urge to cover my chest. His eyes flickered to my hands.

"Stand still girl," his voice was harsh, seeming to boom out as he stood next to me. "The necklace you wear, do you know what it is made of?"

"I am not sure, your majesty." I replied in a small voice, I needed to lie; I didn't want him to find out what it actually was.

"Hm," he seemed to be arguing with himself about what to do. He came to a decision- I held my breath. "It looks like it could be of some value… I will take it now and it will be restored to you later- if it is of no value…"

His hand began to reach for the key, but my hand flew protectively to cover it, I could feel my heart begin to beat faster under my palm as I protected my mother's key.

"Remove your hand girl!" he spoke angrily, losing his patience.

"No" I said in a small, almost inaudible voice.

"What did you say!" he also spoke quietly, trying to hold his rage in.

"I can't let you take it your majesty- it is the only thing I have left…" I trailed off; his hand began to slowly rise. I closed my eyes tightly and prepared for his powerful hand to reach my face.

But it never came. I looked up again- the king had a shocked look on his face; I followed his gaze and saw that the prince had a tight hold on his fathers arm, using only one hand- it seemed effortless. His eyes were still on me even though he now spoke to his father.

"I don't think that is wise, old man." I looked back at the prince- he had no respect for his father, that was clear by the way he addressed him. Old man- I would never even think about calling my father that. But he seemed to think nothing of it. "Let her keep her trinket- it is probably worthless anyway."

I looked at his eyes; he seemed to be studying my face, again looking for something. His eyebrows furrowed in the centre of his head, making him look much older than he actually was. He seemed around 25 years old- possibly older, but if you looked past that you could see the boy that had grown up to quickly.

The king then nodded slightly and moved to the next person. The prince's eyes still held mine as he released his fathers arm and moved to stand next to him again.

I held my breath again as Nappa gave me directions.

To my relief he had grunted for me to go left. I all but ran to 18's side, I hugged her tightly and grabbed her hand again- she had seemed just as pleased as I was that we were together again.

We then turned to look back at the line. 18 seemed to be fairly interested in the cattle market-, as I had put it earlier. But my interest was still taken with the prince; his eyes were still unmoved from my face. I lent over to whisper in 18 ear,

"What is his name" I nodded lightly in the prince's direction, hoping that he wouldn't notice we were talking about him. 18 looked up.

"That is prince Vegeta," she turned her head to me now, "why do you ask."

"Oh, no reason really…" I looked back at him; his eyes were still on me.

"He seems to like you Bulma."

"Oh. What makes you say that…?" I asked this question, but I already knew the answer.

"Well, firstly he hasn't stopped looking at you since we arrived here."

"You noticed that too then- it wasn't just me."

"I think everyone here has noticed Bulma. And if that wasn't enough of a clue, he just stopped the king from hitting you, do you think he normally does that…" I supposed she was right; a prince didn't save a slave girl everyday. My suspicions must have been correct- he did like me, even if it was just for sex. I didn't care- he had saved me and I should be thankful.

I looked up at his staring face again and smiled, I hoped he would understand this as thanks; it was the only thing I could give him now.

It took me by surprise as what I had thought would be a returning smile formed into a scowl. His eyebrows creased more in the centre of his head, and his mouth, which had showed no emotion, turned into a frown.

It hurt to see his expression- the reality of the situation finally came crashing down over me. I was no longer a princess- men would not longer want me the same way as before, no longer think I was beautiful. I was just a dirty slave girl…

I let the tears fall silently down my face. 18 looked over to me and then to the prince. She seemed to guess what had happened, though she didn't say anything, just tightened the hold she had on my hand.

I never looked away from the prince, just continued to stare at him as he did the same to me. He seemed to become uncomfortable, and turned to look away- but I didn't care. Nothing really mattered anymore.

The rest of the day had gone by in a blur. I didn't register much- only vaguely noticing when 18 began to pull my hand again, as we walked in line up to the palace.

I remembered wondering where we were going, but my question had soon been answered as we reached the impressive castle doors. There were around 20 of us- all female I noted. A sick thought came to my head- we were all here to become whores, if not today then sometime in the future. I looked over to 18; she seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Finally we reached a small room, with around 15 small beds lined in rows along each wall. The room was very dark, and cold- it was probably under the castle somewhere- I hadn't paid much attention as we had made our way through the castle. I looked at all the women crowded in the room- some I knew from the trip, but others were new faces. They looked older than the women I had travelled with, dark circles stood out more under their eyes- just like on 18.

The guard then left us with strict orders about the next morning. He had told us to be up and working by 5:00am, but I hadn't really been listening, my mind had begun to shut down, blocking things out which weren't relevant.

I remembered 18 fetching us some food from the small table set up at the end of the room. There wasn't much there, it looked like leftovers from dinner the night before, but I didn't care. I ate it all gratefully as I sat next to 18 on one of the small beds.

When it came to sleeping we would have to share, but I didn't mind- it was reassuring having her next to me. We tried to keep each other warm as the cold bit at us through the thin blanket, though we didn't do a good job- I had begun to shiver relentlessly before dark had come that evening.

The next morning was clearer in my mind than the first sleepless night on Vegitasei. I had been pulled from my thinking early, as promised by the guard. 18 and I had eaten our bread quickly, fearing the worst if we took to long.

The older women there seemed to know the most about the palace, and were pleased to answer the questions we had. I learnt that they had all been here 10 years- though some had been here longer.

Through out the duration of the morning we had been showed what to do by the older women. We had all split in to twos, 18 and me went together, and then one woman showed us round the palace and told us what jobs needed doing.

We stayed fairly quiet, as the woman had told us what to do. My mind was occupied with other things; most thoughts being about the prince, I just couldn't seem to shake him from my head, all I could see when I closed my eyes was his dark stare. I felt like he was always watching me- no mater where I went. Then there was the constant worry of my future- I was certain I would become a pleasure slave- but when, that was the question. I decided to voice my curiosity.

"Excuse me miss," the woman looked up and smiled, the expression took years off her face.

"Call me Rose, dear, you are in the same position as me after all."

"Yes, well, I was wondering…" I looked at her face, her kind eyes were a deep chocolate brown, how was I to word this without offending her… "Have you ever been a 'pleasure slave'." I continued to look at her eyes- but they showed no sigh of anger."

"I have, Bulma, I am currently…" she trailed off; her eyes were filled with shame.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few things then, I'm a little worried."

She had then smiled at me and continued to answer my many questions. She answered them all to the best of her ability, leaving no question unanswered.

I learnt many things. Like how the people of this world were a proud race called the Saiyans and, even thought they were cold hearted warriors, they never forced an under aged child to have sex, this meant that I only had a matter of months before I would be touched on their world- the legal age here was 17- a feeling of dread had washed over me as I thought this and, as much as I pushed it to the back of my mind, the feeling never really left me.

Rose had then carried on to tell me that when you were a pleasure slave you were expected to work in the day- as well as the nights. Thought you were given showers everyday, and expected to be clean when you were 'working' in the evenings. So I could look forward to long, sleepless nights with no rest in the days. The only time I would be allowed to relax was when I was showering, and even that was for a purpose I didn't like to think about.

When the day had finally come to an end my life had never seemed so dark. 18 had tried to sympathise with me, but I knew that she had been through worse. I suppose I should have thought myself lucky about this fact.

That night was a little better than the first, not much about my future was now unknown – though the truth seemed to hurt more. I had silently cried myself to sleep with these thoughts, knowing that no matter what I tried to do, I was in for the same fate eventually. My life could never change from that, not now- not ever.

As the days carried on in a monotonous fashion, I discovered many unwritten rules about the inhabitants of Vegitasei. For instance, unless you had a death wish, you never spoke ill of a Saiyan. The best thing to do was keep your head down, and never speak to anyone unless it was another slave.

You also had to learn to be thankful for what you were given. Food came few and far apart- therefore you had to eat as much as you could while it was there, otherwise you went hungry- simple as that. The Saiyans didn't care about your well-being. In their minds you were just slaves- people that should not be regarded as human beings, but as things that could be bought if you ran short. If you died it was not their problem, nor did they get punished if they killed you. In all honesty it was just easier to stay away from them.

This had proven extremely easy concerning one particular Saiyan. The Prince had apparently left the planet on urgent business the day I had arrived, though there was a small part of me that had trouble believing this was true. I couldn't help but think that I had something to do with his sudden departure. He had not left my head in the few weeks that I had been here. My mind constantly battled over whether he liked me or not- it was driving me crazy. Every time I though I'd come to a logical answer, something else would come up and make me think other wise. I hoped that he had suffered after our first encounter, I hoped that his mind was constantly filled with the image of tears falling from my face, and that he was filled with regret when he though about how he had made it all happen with just one expression. Though I very much doubted this was true.

I was definitely developing feelings for this man, but not the ones I had been expecting. From the moment I had set eyes on the prince, I couldn't help but like him. But now as the days went by I was slowly starting to resent his whole character, from his attitude, right down to his flawless appearance.

Every time I thought about him it made me hurt inside, an uncontrollable pain would take over my chest and I would miss my old life. It seemed so easy now. I loathed him for making me feel like this every time I thought about him. In all honesty I was dreading the day when I would have to set eyes on him again, for fear that I would do something stupid, or make a fool of myself, or that the pain would become so terrible that I would collapse on the spot. I didn't know what would happen, and I wasn't looking forward to finding out.

Several months had now passed, and I was settling in fairly well. Work was becoming easier; I was sleeping better at night because I was so tired. I hadn't seen the prince since the day I had arrived, in fact I barely thought about him at all. There would be the occasional day when my mind would wander, and I would think about him, but I would soon shake him from my thoughts. After all, what good was there in thinking about something that wasn't around to bother you?

The only thing that wasn't getting any better was my friendship with the other slaves. No one seemed to want to talk to me. I had thought that Rose was different, but she turned out just like the others. She just seemed to turn from me one day, like someone had said something to her, something that had made her frightened to even talk to me. In all honesty, if I didn't have 18 then I would be quite alone.

18 and me had become really good friends in the months we had been together. I felt like there was nothing I couldn't tell her- although I constantly felt bad for not telling her the truth about my past.

One cold afternoon, some time in September, I finally decided that I had kept the truth from her too long. I placed down my dusting cloth and set off to find my friend. I had been stationed on the first floor of the castle for the last month or so, it was nice not having to walk up too many steps- unlike my dear friend who was stationed on the top floor, she had to climb 7 flights of stairs before she reached her area.

After a few turns and long corridors I reached the first staircase. When I placed my foot on the first step, the cold stone sent a shiver up my spine. It scared me to walk round the castle on my own; if I could help it I usually tried to walk with some of the other slaves, it just made me feel safer that way.

I wasn't that familiar with the palace, I had only ever worked on the first and second floor, anything past there was new to me. It was kind of exciting going to the other floors, something new after weeks of doing the same thing over and over again.

I finally reached the third floor, I was a little disappointed, it looked exactly the same as the previous level, the same stone floor with dull stone walls, the same torch lit corridors that only had a faint amount of colour.

I felt silly now for becoming so excited; compared to my old home it was extremely… boring. If I had come to live here as something other than a slave I would have gone crazy seeing the same thing around every turn. I was used to the most grand, extravagant halls that were always filled with light and colour. Somewhere I would be proud of to call my own. If I owned this 'palace' I would be ashamed.

As I carried on down the halls I couldn't help but wonder what my home would have been like if I had married Freezer. The thought made me feel ill inside, I imagined it would be something to the effect of the palace I was in now- cold.

An unexpected shiver ran up my spine as I thought this, seeming to reiterate the cold presence I now walked in.

After walking for what felt like hours, I finally came to the 7th set of stairs. I walked carefully up the staircase, placing my hand on the gradual slope of bitter stone that ran besides it. As I ascended up the stairs the temperature, along with my surroundings, began to change. It suddenly became a great deal warmer, the cold stone floors replaced by warm marble with flecks of gold that shimmered in the sunlight, which streamed in through the long arched windows. Warmth seemed to spread through me just from being present in the grand hallway. The walls were draped with deep blue sashes, the exact colour of the prince's attire. Long golden threads hung from where the beautiful material gathered to make long semi-circles across the peak of the walls.

I walked further in to the corridor; my feet stepped on to something soft. I looked down; there was a long blue carpet, lined with the same golden threads as the walls. The texture felt wonderful on my feet after months of walking on the cold stone that decked the lower floors. I curled my toes against the soft carpet, this was the first time I had enjoyed having no shoes.

I looked up again, small torches were lit on golden stands either side of a large wooden door. I stood on tiptoes and placed my hands beside the fire. The warmth felt incredible against my cold hands. The light ivory tone my fingers held replaced by a warm blush- the colour skin was meant to be.

Suddenly, for the second time in my life, I heard footsteps approaching me. I looked around- there weren't many place to hide. My heart began to race, without thinking I opened the large door, thanking some unknown, higher authority that it wasn't locked, and slipped inside.

The room was incredible. The first thing that struck me was the amazing sent that seemed to emanate from every fibre of the beautiful room. It had kind of a musky, almost manly aroma- it was like nothing I had ever smelt. I closed my eyes and breathed in the sweet fragrance once again, and, for the first time since I had come to this planet, I felt safe.

I opened my eyes again and glided over to the four-poster bed, it was very much like my bed used to be- only it seemed more… magnificent. Long blue drapes, much like the ones outside, hung from each of the tall posts and were tied back with the same beautiful golden threads.

I instinctively reached up, my fingers longing for the soft feel of the incredible satin. Just as my fingertips reached their target, I was wrenched from my trans-like state. Being brought back to mind by a sound I was learning to fear.

Just as the large oak door began to creek open once more, I dove to the floor, crawling with out fail to rest under the bed.

I heard the sound of light footfalls approaching the place I now rested under.

I quietly pulled the soft linen back so that I could just see out of my new hiding place.

I had to restrain myself from gasping as I looked upon the new occupant of the room. Walking towards the bed, more beautiful to me now than he had ever been, was my prince.


So, Bulma has finally arrived on Vegitasei (sorry if the description was wrong of Vegitasei, I've never seen of read a description of it- so I just decided to make it up!) but does she like it there? Has she begun to develop feelings for the prince during the months of his absence? What will she do if he realises she is in his chambers? You'll just have to wait for the next chapter!

Edit: i have just realised that the links i previously added didn't work, so i have posted the right links- which should take you straight to my art!

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