Alanna stormed away from the practice courts and slammed her door so hard
that she woke the poor servant girl who was cleaning her room.
'leave me' she said and as the poor girl ran away as quickly as her legs could carry her.
Alanna was left alone in her room, contemplating on what had happened and at the same time, she tried to calm herself down. Something had to be done, she knew that much. Something had to be done. She was the daughter of one of the most prestigious kingdoms in the land and yet she was forced to be treated like dirt. She, the daughter of the richest king had to endure the tempers of a most disagreeable prince, who, for his own good and for the good of his people should have never been betrothed.
'I can't take it anymore' she cried with furious tears streaming down her eyes. 'I really can't take it anymore', and with that, she sunk into her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Suddenly, she awoke, as if possessed; she pulled on her white fencing clothes and slipped out into the night. She mounted her faithful horse, moonlight, and rode of into the dense, dark forest surrounding the place.
Alanna thought that no-one had seen her go but she was wrong. Prince Jonathan had been gazing out of his window, contemplating on what had happened for the past few weeks. He knew he had been unnecessarily harsh on the poor princess but he knew he could not love her, he knew he could never learn to love her and the sooner she learnt and accepted the fact, the better it will be in the long run.
As he was lost in his thoughts, the prince saw a shimmer of white flying across the royal courtyard. He remembered the myths of the white knight which had haunted the grounds of the Palace of Twilight but what was it doing here. Could the presence of the royal Twilight family have enticed the ghost to follow? The more the Prince thought, the more his curiosity got the better of him and, taking up his sword, as he was taking no chances, her mounted his horse and took of into the night.
'leave me' she said and as the poor girl ran away as quickly as her legs could carry her.
Alanna was left alone in her room, contemplating on what had happened and at the same time, she tried to calm herself down. Something had to be done, she knew that much. Something had to be done. She was the daughter of one of the most prestigious kingdoms in the land and yet she was forced to be treated like dirt. She, the daughter of the richest king had to endure the tempers of a most disagreeable prince, who, for his own good and for the good of his people should have never been betrothed.
'I can't take it anymore' she cried with furious tears streaming down her eyes. 'I really can't take it anymore', and with that, she sunk into her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Suddenly, she awoke, as if possessed; she pulled on her white fencing clothes and slipped out into the night. She mounted her faithful horse, moonlight, and rode of into the dense, dark forest surrounding the place.
Alanna thought that no-one had seen her go but she was wrong. Prince Jonathan had been gazing out of his window, contemplating on what had happened for the past few weeks. He knew he had been unnecessarily harsh on the poor princess but he knew he could not love her, he knew he could never learn to love her and the sooner she learnt and accepted the fact, the better it will be in the long run.
As he was lost in his thoughts, the prince saw a shimmer of white flying across the royal courtyard. He remembered the myths of the white knight which had haunted the grounds of the Palace of Twilight but what was it doing here. Could the presence of the royal Twilight family have enticed the ghost to follow? The more the Prince thought, the more his curiosity got the better of him and, taking up his sword, as he was taking no chances, her mounted his horse and took of into the night.