Ok. Basically Robin and Star are boith wealthy and their parents decide to marry them. But they don't know each other yet, so they both just run away. Then meet. The rest is a surprise. They won't die or anything though, like Romeo and Juliet, the first line just fits the story well. So enjoy!

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"You went to finishing school! You learned how to become a perfect hostess! You learned French, rather unnecessarily in my opinion, because the school told me it was all the 'rage'! That's more than enough for you to take your proper place in society!"

"Father, do you not think further than the next gala? Then the next coming out party? I want to see the world. And not at the side of some old man, I want to experience it! I learned French, but what about Italian, Greek? I learned how to properly greet any guests, but not how to talk about politics! Conversations about weather only last so long! There are new Universities for women…"

"University? No man will want to marry a woman more educated than him."

"Then he."

"There! That proves my point! You think that any man will want to marry so bookworm of a young lady, who wants to discuss politics? You say I care too much about our respectability? Well you care too little about it!"

"I don't want to marry some man like that awful Thompson who showed up three months ago. It took all my energy to rid myself of him and his incessant prattling. He didn't want to hear my opinions either!"

"So that's what happened, eh? You chased him away? Well not too many more suitors as eligible will come by and I intend to see that you marry the next one."

"Father, did you miss all that I just said? I do not want,"

"While you're in my house, you will obey MY wants. There will be no more talk of University! No go and prepare for the ball where you will meet Robin, your LAST suitor."

"He will be my last, because I refuse to get married!"

"When did you have any say in this! His father and I have worked it all out between us. Think of it, the children of a railroad and oil tycoon. It's a match made in…"

"Hell," Starfire muttered underneath her breath. Then winced as she saw her father's face rapidly change color. For someone who was deaf to her please of 'high education' he certainly had good hearing when it came to other matters.

"What did you say? Is this what you learned in finishing school? No suitor will ever want you with a mouth like that. Now go before you anger me further."

Starfire stomped out of her father's study as dignified as she could in those horrendous heels that were 'all the rage'. She could barely even walk in them. Besides, beneath the layers upon layers of her dress, her shoes were invisible.

Perilously climbing the steep spiral staircase to hr room, Starfire thought about what just occurred. Clearly, there was no way of convincing her father to let her attend University. She removed her shoes and gazed out the window of her tower room. She had chosen it because of the vantage, now she realized just how isolated she really was.

Reaching under her bed, Starfire withdrew a small wooden box. Opening it, she took out an oddly shaped metal contraption. After sneaking book after book up to her room and then studying each book, Starfire had been able to shape a crude lock. Securing the lock on her door, she snapped it together. If she could not do as she wanted and go to University, at least she would not do as her father wanted and attend the horrible gala at that spoiled boy's house.

Reaching back under her bed, Starfire withdrew one of the books hidden between her mattress and the boards constructing her bed. Sighing, she began to read.

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"I cannot believe this!" Robin stormed, pacing up and down the room. "You convince me to finally come home with a pretense of being on your deathbed and what happens? I find out you are trying to arrange a marriage between me and some girl who probably doesn't have two thoughts in her head."

"She comes from a very wealthy family. Her father is in charge of the largest oil company …"

"She has money! She's so respectable! Her social status is quite commendable! I will not stand here and let you coerce me into ruining the rest of my life. I am leaving now, and even if you are on your deathbed, I will not be coming back!" Robin glanced one last time, then collectedly walked out of the room. Glancing in a mirror, he was dismayed at his appearance. His black hair hung over his brown eyes and his skin was red in odd patches. Then raising his head, he turned, then using a retractable "gentleman's cane" he smashed the mirror. Why should he cater to his father's whims? He was dammed if he would ever care about how he appeared to others.

Gathering the small luggage he had brought into the house, only a few hours before, Robin called to the manservant. After his horse was properly prepared, Robin attached the small luggage and galloped away.

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Star smiled, still entranced by the book of modernized fairy tales. Almost instantly though, she began to frown. After reading, and thoroughly enjoying, the stories of elves and other creatures, she had come to the inevitable "princess in need of rescuing" section. She detested how girls were portray, as weak indecisive creatures. It was always the man who rode out and saved the defenseless girl.

"Why do men seem to have all the fun?" she muttered angrily. Then a twinkle came into her sea-green eyes. "Why do they?

"If I were a man, my entire life would be different. No one ordering me to attend those godsforsaken balls. Or to not ride so fast. Or not to stay outside when it is sunny, or to always wear a hat.

Not hesitating the slightest, Starfire picked up her small pair of sewing scissors. After giving up sewing after another argument over "womanly" things, Starfire was happy to see the scissors being put to some purpose. Slowly but steadily, she began clipping her long hair. Or trying to at least. It seemed the useless scissors were even useless when trying to cut a single hair.

No wanting to wait at all for fear some reason should come along to dissuade her from her newest flash of brilliance, Star quickly knotted her hair, then wrapped it in a scarf.

Star was dismayed when she realized that she didn't have any clothes besides her fancy layered dresses. And there was no way she could sneak out in those. Stripping down, until only her petticoats remained, Star quickly grabbed a small pouch. Filling it with the necessities such as money and a comb in case her hair managed to fall out, Star glanced out her window. The large oak tree, turned slightly a rust color from the fall stood very close to her window.

It could work, she thought hopefully, then slid open her window and after taking a running start, leapt for the closest branch.

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Robin slowly felt his tense muscles relax. He slowly became adjusted to the familiar jolt of a horse and it's shifting muscles. Slowing down its pace, he reflected carefully on his life. Born a privileged oldest son, to one of the richest families had it's perks. But he sometimes wished he could have had a choice in the matter.

Don't get him wrong, he knew how lucky he was. And he was reminded of it every time he tried to invite one of his friends from the university. He winced remembering their reactions to seeing the exquisite carvings and the fancy gilded staircase.

And it always seemed that whenever he came back to school, he seemed to have miraculously have gotten several new friends who were eager to point out the time they had spoken to him in the halls o0r joined him on a forbidden jaunt to the small town located only a quarter mile from the dormitories.

Deciding that as long as he was in a spat with his father, he knew his anger would wear out eventually and his belief in his obligations to his family would once again prevail, he might as well make the most of it. Aiming his horse toward the nearest port town, Moxley, he decided to try and see what he could of the world before he was caged back in.

And he, as well as any 19 year old boy, had heard of the famous gambling houses of France.

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Starfire reached out her hands ready to grasp the tree.

And fell painfully short. Rubbing her aching backside, Starfire leaned against the tree trying to pull herself up.

"I wish someone had broken that fall," she muttered to herself.

Just then, James the stable boy, walked by wheeling his wheelbarrow full of what appeared to be soft, fresh dirt for the garden.

"You're a full two minutes too late," Starfire informed the boy.

"What?" Clearly, James, not the brightest of the bunch, had missed her entire daring escape. Which was just as well.

"Look I need you to do me a favor," Starfire whispered to James, in case the head gardener was lurking about.

"Wait, why are only wearing your underwear? And why are you limping? And how did you get out of your room with the door locked?"

"Take me to the stable and I'll explain everything."

James sighed, he knew Starfire too well. Realizing the only way to get some answers was to comply with her orders, he carefully leaned the wheelbarrow next to the tree and escorted Starfire to the stables.

After he unlocked the stable door, Starfire quickly went over to where she knew he kept his clean clothes in case of an accident or in case he needed to look good quickly. Going into an open stall and closing the door behind her, Star checked for any cracks in the door. As kind as James was, he was a young gentleman and not above bowing to certain "temptations".

"So are you going to explain what's going on, Star?" he asked, after checking around to make sure no one could hear him.

"That's part of the problem. You can't even call me by my preferred name without worrying my father will catch you and yell at you for making me too masculine. I wonder why I didn't do this before," Star filled him in on the rest of the story. Then quickly wished she hadn't.

"Absolutely not! Do you know how dangerous it is out there for a naive, unaccompanied young woman?" James demanded.

"I already told you," Star said curtly, trying to pull on the britches the correct way. Pulling on her most constricting corset, Starfire carefully checked the small mirror that she had brought. As far as all outwardly appearances were concerned, she was not a boy. "I'll be naive, unaccompanied young man."

"I forbid it," James declared resolutely.

"Oh very well," Star sighed dramatically. She had finished changing and walked out of the stall. "Is this the correct way the clothes should go?"

"No, the shirt has to be tucked in like so," James helped Star make the necessary adjustments.

"Very good then. And I'll give up this silly idea. Would you just check the stall for me one moment?" Star asked politely.

As James went in to check the stall, Star quickly shut the stall door behind him.

"Wait! Let me out! You can't do this to me!" James whispered urgently. As much as he would have loved for someone to come and rescue him, he realized if anyone else saw Star in her borrowed clothes, he would immediately be fired.

Star sighed and carefully let her father's best horse out. She was quite tall for a girl, measuring 5'8" and easily fit on the horse. As she let herself out of the stables, she heard James and his continued muttering.

She sighed. James, not the brightest in the bunch, hadn't even realized that the lock was on the inside. He could let himself out anytime he wanted to.

Wheeling the horse around, Star felt for her small pouch containing all she needed. Refusing to glance back at the house, she began to ride for Moxley. Her cousins had spoken quite highly of Paris and the further away she went, the better.

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Robin carefully laid his small items, he always carried on him in the small dresser on the ship. He hadn't been carrying enough money for a single room, but was curiously optimistic about his roommate. Robin felt sure it would be a boy about his age, just as eager to experience the world. Who knew? Maybe he would make a friend who wasn't nice to him because of his money. Robin sighed. The only person who didn't care about money was probably one just as rich as he was. And god knows he was sick of dealing with the polite nothings of the wealthier class.

And who was he kidding? Taking his father for example, even the wealthy cared about money. Or at least making more of it.

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"What do you mean there are no more single rooms?" Starfire asked.

"I'm sorry but there's a large group of elderly persons who have booked all of our single person cabins." The steward looked bored. "Would you like a male or a female double?"

Star was about to say female when she realized that with the way she dressed and her unusual height for a female, she would be far to easy to describe. Resigned she said "Male," then bent over the forms that the steward shoved at her.

A slight smile twisted the corners of her mouth upwards. The steward must have been extremely bored to have even offered her a choice of rooms. She wondered what would have happened had she requested a female room.

Setting her horse free, Starfire knew it would find its way back. She had only ridden two miles or so and the horse was well used to the roads.

Glancing down at the small scrap of paper that was her ticket, Starfire carefully made her way through the dizzying array of cabins. Eventually finding one marked 13, Star smiled. While not considered a good number for others, it was her lucky number. Turning the knob, Starfire prepared to meet her roommate.