Whew! Wrote this one 180 mile from home sorry its taking a wee bit for me to get all of these posted, but my lovely editor (and best friend) hasn't edited it yet. So I'll post the unedited, if you see any mistake please forgive me!

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Chapter two

I raced out of there as fast as I could. I needed to get away. There was no way in hell I was going to marry some preppy princess.

Never

I race towards my room, again I was being rammed into by tons of servants getting ready for the ball. I'm not sure exactly just how they managed to keep this a secret from me for so long. But I didn't want to see any of the guests.

My door was shut when I reached it, odd for usually I kept it open. I opened it and stood in awe. My room was clean, I mean spotless. All of the servants had given up on ever cleaning my room. Usually the floor was hidden under books, maps, clothes and just junk.

But everything was put away. It looked weird. My bed was clean, new sheets and clean pillows.

I couldn't handle it anymore I slammed my door shut, as loud as I could. I ran to my bookshelves, I ripped books off their shelves. I tore the curtains from there rods.

I was being a brat. Something I was known for. I didn't stop till everything was in disarray. Tears were swelling in my eyes. This is what I hate about being royal blood.

I will never marry for them!

I lay down on my bed exhausted from my tantrum and I fell asleep. No one dared bother me when I threw these 'fits' as my mother called them.

I was constantly throwing fits when I was told something I didn't want to hear. If they treat me as a child, I will act as a child.

The sun was setting when I awoke, just an hour before the main dinner would be served, and on 15 minutes till the main Ball.

I stood and walked over to a mirror. My head was throbbing from a headache. I was a mess, well more then a mess then usual. I sneered at myself, planning the dirty looks I would give to stupid girls.

I walked over to my closet room. I had more clothes then I would ever wear. I figured I should wear something black or silver. So I grabbed a casual suit, because I might as well be comfortable after all.

I liked this one better then my other because this one was more, I don't know, My style. One thing I didn't put on but took it in my pocket, was my crown. You see no one really had ever seen me; other then when I was wearing my crown and a fake smile.

I hiked my way threw the halls, many people had arrived while I was gone. Stupid girls fluttered around me, giving me dirty looks thinking I was a servant or something. So I tortured them I smacked their bums, or pinched their sides. Some girls giggled, others smacked me. Like I said princesses are pure idiots.

The party began and people started lining up at the stair chase waiting to be announced. I got in line behind A short fat little man and his old wife. Apparently they had never seen me because I started conversations about myself. To the tall man I said,

"So sir, have you ever seen this prince? I haven't" I sounded smug just like them.

"I heard he is a bit of an odd one, his brother Thomas spoke to me last Christmas at my manor, he said he's a bit of a shrimp." Oh I'm odd? HA! I think he's a weird one!

"Well I heard," his little old wife spoke up "that he is terrified of spiders. And that he acts like a small child throwing temper tantrums and all!" I resent that! I am not scared of spiders! And why should they care if I throw temper tantrums? I decided to say one last thing because I was to be announced next before them.

"Well when I see him I'll tell him you said hi." And I stepped to the edge of the staircase.

"Tristan Charmont! Son of his Majesty and Highness!" The announcer boomed. I turned around and gave the fat man and his wife a smirk, and put my crown on. Their mouths hung open. I smiled and looked everyone over.

Girl's, lots of girls were out there.

Mother and Father were smiling merrily, and Thomas was blowing me off. I gracefully glided down the stairs, no mistakes, and no screw-ups.

When I reached the bottom mother gave me a big hug, Father shook my hand, and Thomas picked my up and rubbed my head. He set me down, shifted my crown back to were it should be and smiled, and he walked off to his little wife.

Then the dancing began..

Oh how I hate dancing! It was definitely not my forte. I always mess up. I'm to tall for my little feet. Hell! None of me is proportioned!

The music started to play a waltz by the sound of it. My sister Rebecca was already on the dance floor. She loved to dance. She's so beautiful, she's so graceful, but she is so damn annoying!

FLASHBACK

"But Tristan! Please??" Rebecca wined. "No!" I said firmly and picked my book back up. "Please?" "No!" "Please?" "No!" "Please?" "No!" "Why not?" "Because!!! I said you can't go swimming! It's snowing for gods sake!"

END OF LOVELY FLASHBACK

She's just another stupid princess, an airhead. But like I said she is beautiful. Her hair is jet black, she has crystal blue eyes, and is much shorter then me. I tower above her. No everyone towers above her. She's not even 5 feet tall. But every girl idolizes her, she is the most available woman in the country.

Well as soon as I could I darted away to a secluded part of the ballroom, the dining room actually. Large curtains separate it. As soon as I stepped into the room Thomas grabbed my arm.

Well at least I thought it was Thomas, so I swung around and knocked him over.

Then I knew it wasn't Thomas. There is no way I could ever possibly nock Thomas over.

A dress,

Definitely not Thomas.

"Oh I'm sorry miss!" I had knocked over a girl of 16 by the looks of it.

"No your Majesty! It was I who should be more careful, I should have known I would have scared you!" I helped her stand and took her to a chair by the balcony window.

"What's your name?" I asked once we had situated on the long bench. I didn't sit close to her so she wouldn't get any ideas. She looked up at me.

She was pretty. Not beautiful like Rebecca, just cute like 'little girl' cute.

"My name? Oh, Christina." She looked down in her lap. Then back up at me.

"Oh." I said. What was I supposed to say? So I tried to be friendly.

"Were are you from?" Ok so idol chitchat is also not my forte.

"Bas." Bas. The place were mother had said she was from when she went to Fathers Ball. I looked up, people were flooding the Dinning hall.

"Your Majesty, I need something from you-" she stopped and looked towards the ballroom, I did to.

I saw Thomas coming strait towards us. He had a mysterious look in his eye. "Hello Thomas." I said flatly. He ignored me and grabbed Christina's arm roughly.

"Christina!" he grumbled "Tristan excuse us please." He tore little Christina from her seat, and took her to the balcony.

Thomas had closed the balcony doors when he had left so no one could see him and Christina.

Now I know its wrong to ease drop, but it one thing I'm actually good at. It's probably some deadly sin just because I am good at it! but my curiosity usually gets the better of me. I got up and walked to a near by window were you could see them but were they couldn't see me.

Thomas was yelling I could tell. Christina had her hands on her face, his hands were on her shoulders, and he shook her till her hands dropped.

He kissed her and she slapped him. He grabbed at her and she tried to get away, but he tripped her, shoving her to the ground.

I had enough. Something was going on here. I got up and ran to the door opening it slowly so Thomas, who wasn't facing me, wouldn't notice. I listened to him yelling for a moment.

"Christina! What is your damn problem! You damn whore!" Christina was still on the ground crying her little heart out. I always hated my brother when he was drunk.

"But, I didn't mean to Thomas!" She screamed at him.

That was the last straw. I burst threw the door, my crown falling off. I rammed into Thomas getting him away from her.

"What the-" he began, but I shoved my fist into his face. Blood poured from his nose. I stood in front of Christina. "Tristan this is none of your concern!" And he attacked me. I dodged him He was obviously drunk or else I would never have even knocked him over the first time.

I ran from his thrashing arms, he backed me up into the railing.

"Back off Thomas!" I shouted as my back hit the low railing. Then he charged at me, I ducked, and he went over the railing and me. I stood up and grabbed his hand as he was falling off the edge.

He looked at me in total fear. We were up 3 stories.

"Tristan-" he began then smiled maliciously "You fool." And he let go of my hand sending himself to his doom.

A/N makes yah hate Thomas doesn't it? Even when he's about to die he's a jerk! Well anyway, Pardon his language, he is a perv after all. R/R for this chapter