In a far away land, there once lived a prince named Damon. Damon was the talk of the land since he was the last of the four brothers to be married. His parents, the King and Queen of Angeldom (an-gel-dom), longed for him to be married. Damon was just super picky as he wasn't sure who he wanted to marry. There were plenty of girls in the kingdom but there was no one of interest to him.
Damon was tall, dark and handsome. He stands at a whopping 6'1" with luscious brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. You would think by being a prince, he has some sort of athletic build. Nope, not this prince, he had some muscle tone but is slim nonetheless. What he lacked in his body tone, he made up with his smarts. He was charismatic, sweet, caring, and hardworking. He wanted someone who he could spend the rest of his life with. Someone who matched him and wanted the same things he wanted out of life. Unlike his brothers, who just married the first person they met, he wanted to marry the right person.
One day he was at the local tavern, having a drink with one of his friends, Stefan. Damon was the epitome of what a prince should look like. Tall and handsome like Damon but very athletic. He was brave and courageous. He had to be, to be a knight. Anyways, that is beside the point. Stefan and Damon were having a drink, when something caught Damon's eye. She was 5'3", petite, had red hair and blue eyes. He has never seen her before, at least not at this tavern before. He was intrigued by her. She seemed friendly, by the way she would talk to her guests as she was serving them their ale.
What was her name? Where did she come from? Can I get to know her? Who is she?
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Editor's note:
Hey Guys! Thanks for tuning into my very first fanfiction. My first time writing something like this. Just trying to keep myself busy as my husband has left for boot camp.