I made a deep sigh. The world seemed to be the same. As if it was a time loop or deja vu. The. Same. Exact. Day.

Same sunny day as it was the last, ... hell if I know, month? Year?

"Ughhhh," I moaned out loud rubbing my forehead in pain, "is it too hard to ask for something new," I said quietly to myself not knowing who would hear me. I sighed again.

I took both hands and rubbed my face for a minute, then I slapped my cheeks a little, sighed again, and folded my arms to rest my head on my arms. I looked out across the way, examining everything that I saw.

My windowsill was white with black swirls with minor hints of gold flakes, "is this granite," I mumbled to myself, "or marble," I slowly ran my finger up and down while my arms are still folded, "or slate?" I kept moving my finger up and down as I begin to look outside the windowsill.

I saw red tiled houses, some of them were brown, "it looks like a cheap metal," I told myself, "or else a harder ceramic material maybe." I looked around, "no - they're all red or brown colored. Guess that's the only option for them," I paused to narrow my eyes a bit, "only the places of government are green or blue."

I moaned again stretching my arms out, "I'm so bored!"

I picked up my head to stare some more. I managed to see a few people walking around from the little bit of space between the buildings. There was a lady, I guess a mother, she was talking to a couple of kids roughly the same height, but her outfit was unusual to me at first. It looked like a outfit from the history pages of a fashion magazine. "Almost like the villagers from Belle's village from the movie," I smiled to myself. The other people were the same. Similar style. Similar hair.

I wanted to believe that I was in a book or movie. Maybe even a dream. But no, apparently me, a quiet introvert, was a long lost princess from another realm. I had read so many books about a similar topic from the library, even made a wish on a birthday cake or two when I was little, that I was a princess from another country - not another realm! My forehead was hurting constantly knowing that the 'parents' who raised me where loyal to my real parents, and that my real parents sent me away to be safe from some war.

I keep rubbing my head from the throbbing pain of a migraine, " go away, go away, go away," I keep trying to tell it. I moaned so loud from the pain.

"Oh, is the medicine not working," I heard a gentle voice from another room.

"Apparently not," I told the voice.

"Do you want me to ask for something stronger," the voice asked back coming into view.

"No, ice packs might help, stronger medicine makes me sick."

I smiled at the kind voices' owner. It was a young girl named Lucia; she's roughly the same age as me, the daughter of a Count, and serves as one of my Ladies-in-Waiting.

Lucia smiled back at me, "okay, if you say so," she turned around and went back into the other room.

I turned back to the windowsill and stared out even further towards the ocean. All the ships were old fashioned too, made out of wood, but the difference was that they were as big as a cruise liner. I wanted to go inside one ever since I saw one when I arrived here. Lord knows how long that's been. But then I saw a new boat, I tilted my head a bit seeing the shape and the color. It was black with red and green sails with a large gold lion crest in the middle.

"Princess! Princess! Princess!"

I turned towards the excited voice, "princess! There's news and gossip floating around bend!"

This time it was Emma, another Lady in Waiting of mine, she was almost out of breath holding a large paper in one hand and what looked like a newspaper in the other.

"What's going on Emma?"

"A prince, from a neighboring empire, is here to make a peace treaty with Their Majesties, the King and Queen," she frantically pushed the newspaper in front of my face.

"Foreign Prince to Marry Lost Princess" the headline read.

Wait a minute!!!

"What," I yelled at the top of my lungs grabbing the paper, "no one told me nothing!!"

"Yeah, and there's more," Emma said now unrolling the other paper; "this what he looks like supposedly!"

I looked at the poster, the guy was as blonde as blonde could be, ocean blue eyes, and a smile that any girl would fall for, "oh crap," I thought to myself as Emma turned the poster to her face and began to fan girl squeal.

"Isn't he a hunk?"

I'm pretty sure my face did something awful due to Lucia gasping, "princess, do you not like him?"

I balled the newspaper up into a tiny ball and threw it behind me, "I'd much rather be killed by the enemy than to marry a 'play boy hunk' if I was given a choice."

"Huh," they both asked in unison.

"Both the newspaper and that poster say 'Playboy Prince' right below the face."

Emma looked at the poster, "oh you're right it does say that."

"What are you going to do princess," Lucia asked.

I looked out the window again watching the boat dock and began to unload it's belongings. "I'll do my duty as any other Princess would."

"Ohh, the Lost Princess is so brave and bold," they both began to squeal over me.

The air soon filled up with smoke. "Crap," I thought to myself, "this was not what I had in mind about something new."