(A/N - CCS does not belong to me.
Sakura was cursed.
Her sister had spent the good half of 10 years perfecting her witchcraft and magical ability in the Dark Arts. To ensure Sakura would become unfit to rule, she bestowed upon her a curse. The curse of inability. Because of this, Sakura was unable to become attached, or, fall in love at any given time. Should this occur, she would be forced to kill whoever it was within the fortnight. She was damned to a life of loneliness. She was also unable to reveal who she is or where she is from. She would then have to rely on her being recognized and regarded as the true Queen. Someday.
Sakura didn't think much of the first part of the curse. She wondered why her sister had even bothered to put such a spell upon her anyway. The second part was the trickiest - she would have to find a way to reverse the spell in order to return to her country.
Sakura approached this new country wearily. She gazed upon its vastness and immediately thought it must be a very powerful place indeed. The streets were lined with shops and markets and in the centre of the kingdom was an elegant palace made of glinting white marble. A river ran through the middle of this palace and through the other side, disappearing into the distance. She wondered if this country could have a witch or wizard who could help her. Perhaps she could find help from some of the inhabitants.
She stumbled down a hill and jumped a wall into the marketplace. The streets were so busy no one noticed her entrance or that she was a newcomer.
Sakura's once shiny auburn hair was now dusty and dirty, giving it the foggy brown look. Her eyes were faded and she looked as though she hadn't slept in days. Her clothes were tattered and worn, her elegant dress was ripped at the hems and now resembled that of a commoner. She was twenty years old, however her eyes told otherwise. With knowledge beyond her years, Sakura had endured terrors even the oldest woman could not begin to imagine. She had always thought of herself as an independent woman, one who could rule on her own despite the stereotypes of only female rulers. Queen's were often untrustworthy to the publics eye, and thought to not be able to handle a country on their own. Sakura's goal was to prove otherwise. This is another reason she thought the first part of her sisters curse was a waste of her time.
She approached a shop and saw that the people all looked curiously different from her. Her people were typically paler than most, having either brown or black hair. These people had golden locks and sky-blue eyes. She gazed upon them in wonder. She had indeed traveled many miles to reach this corner of the world.
"Excuse me…" She started, but the merchant at the store was not listening. He just stared at her, open mouthed.
"Wh…Where are you from?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"I'm from around here." She lied, unflinching.
"Oh.. Whew. I thought you were from… Nevermind. What can I help you with?" He asked.
"Actually, I'm a little lost, see, I was coming to find some items for my home a few miles away, and I seem to have taken a wrong turn. Could you direct me towards the forest?" She asked.
"Of course, but it's quite a journey from here. You must have been walking far. It's just up there past the palace and down the road, once you reach the end you'll cross a small river. That should take you right in." He explained.
"Thankyou, sir." She said.
"Please, call me Eriol." He said, smiling.
"Thankyou. My name is Sakura. Perhaps I will see you again someday." She said, walking off.