Lord Pata! Thank you for the immediate review! Im sorry I wasn't able to update at the same time. . I'm really sorry for adding a third chapter too (. I hope everyone is enjoying my fic so far though. Disclaimer on Prologue.
Chapter 2: Thirty Days
By: Koumiko
In a Palace lived a Prince who was handsome, stron, intelligent, and kind. He was sitting quietly in the corner of the Palace library, silently reading through his large collection of books. (A/N: Any guesses on who the Prince is? LOL)
"Hmmm... Prophecy fulfillment," He spoke in ihs deep, angelic voice to himself. He opened the book and randomly flipped open a page in the middle of the book. On left page was a symbol that looked like a candle. 'Hope' it said underneath. On the opposite page was another symbol that looked like a star or a sun. The word 'Light' was also underneath.
"My son - you are the prophecy of Hope." Another man said. He looked like the prince, but older, with wisdom carved on his head. Instead of the prince's golden hairs, he had a dull grey. He was quite old. The Prince stared at the King with his deep blue eyes. "The day you were born, I knew you were special and I found a prophecy which is about you. It said you were aonther being before you were even born to us, and you were separated from the one you loved. In the prophecy, it told of you finding her again and your true form would be revealed."
The Prince flipped the pages of the book. "Where does it say that?"
"It is in my mind," the King said. "I ordered all the prophecies about you destroyed. Because it said if you found her, you would leave me, Andrew."
In another palace, not too far away, lived a princess, who was in a raging tantrum.
"I am not getting betrothed to him, father!" Her long blonde hair was disheveled and her blue eyes glaring at another set of paler and faded blue eyes.
"Yes you will, Angelina of Light! You are my one and only hair and at the age of sixteen you should already be married!"
"No."
"Angelina, you know very well that I can cast you off as an illegitimate heir! You are very close to making me make you a bastard!"
Angelina didn't say anything.
"Get up here young lady and give me your crown!" The King said. Angelina walked towards him, unfazed by his fury, proudly taking off the crown that shone on her head.
"Angel, stop!" Another voice said. A woman that looked like Angelina walked down the stairs that led to the throne room in which they were in.
"Galadriel, your daughter here has made her decision not to marry the Prince of Fiery Courage, and she is denouncing her title." (A/N: Lady Galadriel from LOTR... im not very good with names)
Galadriel stared at the King with her emerald eyes, then she looked at Angelina.
"What?" She whispered. Then turned to the King. "Henry, give her other choices than that. Please, I ask of you to give her some time to make her own choice." The King somehow could not refuse his wife's pleas.
"Thirty days. I'll give you thirty days to travel in concealment to all the Kingdoms. I want you to see who you love the most and if he loves you back, princess or not." The King said. "Now leave me."