ONCE UPON A PRINCESS

-It was once ... a young rebel princess, with an indomitable and wild soul ... that even the court rules could not hold her. The young princess felt herself being suffocated ... and one day when the war broke out in her kingdom, the young woman took the opportunity and flew away like the wind.

The desperate young princess ... did not know what to do. But immediately everything was clear ... finally had the opportunity to be free ... changed his name, denied his past and immediately jumped into a new adventure. But ... alas the war reached her and involved her again ... this time the young woman ... did not flee, she faced her enemies, thus bringing peace to her kingdom. But what would happen to her life if she returned to being a prisoner in a role that did not please her? The young princess wondered ... worried.

What will happen to me?! ... he wondered again ... and before any of his old friends could reach her ... the princess shoots! -

-XII-

"So you liked the story ...?" Asked a male voice, turning to the Amaya figure turned from behind.

That voice seemed to slightly irritate the girl, as if it were done in the mail. That tone rather pleased, as if aimed at pricking her.

The young man looked at the girl attentively, was very surprised to see her. And he was even more surprised when he had seen it appear so out of nowhere. The huma wondered how he had done, but knowing the girl well he knew he would never tell him.

-Want to stop Balthier ... stop it- He said irritated Amaya intent to observe the horizon, as if doing so somehow could have some answer.

-Princess ... what's up? You do not like my story? ... you know I did not expect your visit. You could warn, at the palace did not teach you to warn ... ? You disappeared for more than a year ... without saying anything, and now you lead here ...- Balthier said shaking his head.

-You are certainly not an example of bon-ton too ...-

- But how are we sour ... my dear. Once you would not have even said it ... Princess. Why are you here?-

-I wanted to see how my favorite aviopirta passed by ... of course you never change Balthier, you always stay the usual ... chubby.-

-E .. you always surprise me ...

"Majesty" that word sounded as annoying, and hearing those words uttered by the tone of voice of the young pirate avio, was even more irritating than it should be.

Amaya always stayed on his when it came to dealing with Balthier and others in his class, the young man could stay there and deal with people like that. He knew of his * sad story * of how he had escaped his destiny as a judge ... somehow Amaya considered a soul almost similar to his ... in some ways they were almost the same.

Too bad that the girl did not like the ways to do Don Giovanni Balthier to any kind of being a woman.

The skypirate never stopped instead of pricking the girl to bring her to have a reaction, she was too amused to provoke a reaction; after all it was not the cold princess dalmasca who said she was, she was much more than a simple huma.

Balthier remembered who was actually who was in front of him, he was amazed, he knew her all too well knew the wild side of prairie and mercenary as it was ... it had nothing to do with the lost princess of Dalmasca.

The divinity that was in her, came out every single instant even if she said she did not see anything, but her knowledge and her way of being did not betray her nature.

She was the chosen daughter of the gods ... and she hates him and made him present. He had fought to be what he was, he is no longer a puppet in the hands of anyone. Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that he escaped, escaped his fate, but how could he forget and deny his ties to the Dalmasca royal family?

He could not ... the pirate knew it well, he too had tried to escape his fate and his name ... but he had not succeeded.

"You in the blue you will lose and you will surrender to those chains ..." If he remembered those words Balthier well, every time they resounded like silent echoes in his mind. That was the truth, that was his curse.

He had heard that phrase the first time he had met Amaya, her beauty had hit him immediately .. he seemed to compare it to Fran .. but it was very different. the girl had shown immediately to have a bad character and ways of doing little for a damsel.

But Amaya was not the classic damsel in distress, she was cold, snooty and self-assured ... too aggressive, wild enough to be almost annoying. All this, however, was going to clash with ways of doing too detached and cold, so as not to let any emotion show any strange contrast that had left the young filibuster not unimpressed.

Balthier had tried to approach her in every way he knew, but the task proved impossible, Amaya did not give him confidence in any way, kept him at a safe distance. Observing her well, the boy realized that the girl's manner of doing was the same as that of a person who was used to a certain standard of living, recognizing in her one of those spoiled little girls of a good family.

But what was a girl like that for aviopirates and mercenaries? That was not his place.

She had to be in a palace, surrounded by so many ladies in company, including lace and lace, where nothing was done but tea and flirting with so many things.

Even more intrigued he tried to approach the girl, in the vain hope of getting some more information about him.

A girl who had come out of nowhere, but certainly his name had already heard somewhere to name ... then suddenly remember when he had heard and it did not like that.

As Balthier knew her, she always wondered what kind of person could ever be that girl with such a complex and shady personality.

Knowing Amaya had not been bad for Balthier, on the contrary, it had been a real fortune, the good fortune to know everything that happened in Archades and how things were done for the empire. Amaya was a precious source of information for what concerned him and also a precious friend and ally to rely on.

Among the hunter of cuts, the girl had the reputation of being the strongest and the most ruthless, on more than one occasion she had managed to save Balthier from the other bounty hunters, and he knew that he owed her life on more than one occasion.

The only negative thing is that this meant a lightening of the pockets of Balthier every time, Amaya was not what was called a saint and all his services had to be repaid with a just compensation according to the policy of the girl.

Amaya more than once had blamed Balthier for having to feel very flattered given the privileges he enjoyed having her as a friend. And that if it had not been for her and her blows at that hour he could be in serious trouble.

This aspect so intriguing fascinated so much the pirate that every time he could did the cascamorto in the hope of being able to get something more.

But getting information out of Amaya unless she told you it was like trying to open an oyster with your bare hands and trying to get the pearl turned out to be impossible. Amaya knew how to keep her mouth shut and see her own business.