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"Sir, your going to have to pick someone!" Jeffery paced the elaborate room, pivoting in front of a golden throne. The prince sat in silence, watching the chubby man waddle from side to side. A headache was bound to happen, so he finally put a stop to the madness.

"Jeffery, if I must pick a suitor by the coronation, I will. But is it absolutely necessary?" The prince stepped off his throne, standing in front of the aging man.

Jeffery looked up at the young boy that was his soon-to-be ruler, as well as his friend. It hurt to force the boy that he almost raised to choose someone before he was ready, but he had no choice.

"Well you could always throw a masquerade or a ball to choose someone. Or you could go visit that lovely princess…who was it? Yes, Princess Madeline from Boston. I'm sure she would love to be your escort, Tristan." He bit his lower lip as Tristan swirled on his foot and began pacing as well. Jeffery knew Madeline wasn't Tristan's type, she was a sweet girl…just a little…daft.

Tristan walked up the stairs and slouched down on his throne, letting his head loll back and thunk against the thick chair. He surveyed the empty throne room, the red carpet, the beautiful tapestries hanging on every wall, the wide arched doorway, then shook his head.

Standing once again, Tristan walked behind the throne, lifting up the left corner revealing a secret door. Looking at Jeffery once more he said, "I'm going for a ride. Do not expect me until dark." And turned on his foot, leaving without another word.

Tristan rode towards the sun, galloping on his strong white steed, heading towards a near-by village. As he entered the quaint little farm town, the villagers looked up at him from their work and wares. He smirked, looking at the faces of all those around him.

As he rode further, he noticed the warmness of the town, and the eccentric qualities everyone owned. From the plump blonde woman with the raspy voice to the lanky odd man with the bandages, everyone excepted one another. Tristan's father did a very good job in establishing good town.

He was crossing the market, people clearing out of his way, when a dark haired short boy near his age came running across the dirt road, causing his horse to buck up wildly. The boy didn't bother to stop, and a beautiful brunette with the bluest eyes Tristan had ever seen came running across the road as well.

"Jess you get back here with that!" She continued swerving through the roads, not even acknowledging Tristan as most girls would. Intrigued, Tristan lead his horse in the same direction of the two villagers.

They ran into an open field, people laughing behind them, and towards a forest. Tristan kicked his horse into a light trot, catching up with the girl quickly, and rode at her pace as she raced on. Again not noticing he was there. Tristan was stunned, never been looked over before, and he desperately desired this beautiful commoner's attention.

"Excuse me, Fair Lady, may I ask why you are chasing that boy?" He said, finally catching her attention. She stopped running and looked up at him, their eyes locking. Tristan felt his breath catch as blue met blue and was sure his knees would have buckled were he not sitting. The girl broke the connection, her eyes following the boy that was running in front of him.

"Perfect…now I'm never going to catch him. I'll have to wait until tonight to read it," She turned to Tristan, finally realizing what he was wearing, and how important he might be. She blushed crimson, dipping on her leg until her light blue dress pooled around her knees, "I'm sorry, sir. I did not realize what a fool I was making of myself. I'm sorry if Jess or I disturbed you at all. Um, I think I must be going. I…need to find Jess before he destroys my book with markings. Excuse me."

With that the girl began to walk again, in the direction of Jess. Tristan urged his horse to go forward. He leaned to the side, so his face was closer to the mystery woman, but she continued on.

"Madame, you were of no disturbance to me whatsoever. May I have the honor of knowing your name?" he said, wondering how this girl already fascinated him so much in such a short time. The girl looked up at him, biting her lower lip until she nodded slowly.

"Yes, my name is--"

"What is taking you so long? I would have thought you would have caught up with me by now." The dark haired boy, Jess, came out from the woods beside them, walking alongside the girl. He smiled at her, handing her the book, then turned up to Tristan. "Here. Who's he?"

The girl blushed again, looking up at Tristan, "That's the thing, I'm not really sure." Tristan smiled, turning more on his horse. "I am Tristan Janlen DuGrey the fourth." The brunette's mouth dropped open and her face turned red again. The boy seemed to be undisturbed by this and continued on. "DuGrey, as in, Prince? Oh dear…I really must be going."

Tristan shook his head in panic as the girl raced on, turning into the woods. He had to know her name. He was determined to learn her name. Prodding the horse in the direction of the beautiful girl with the round blue eyes, he raced into the woods. He led the horse on, passing a medium-sized lake with a bridge running right across it, and continued on.

The woods continued for some time and after 15 minutes of straight riding, he ended up back in the town. His eyes wildly searched the village, not catching any rich brown. Defeated, he made his way back toward the castle, almost running into another brunette with bright blue eyes, begging a scruffy man for some something or other.

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