Another big update! If you want to review, please just give constructive criticism. Congratulations on getting this far if it hasn't bored you yet. Lord Pata, I, once again, thank you - (Disclaimer on Prologue)

Chapter 3: Mysterious Girl
By: Koumiko

20 days later...

Prince Andrew was riding on his white Andulsian down a dark and damp road. The rain was beating on his back and he was soaked, but Andrew thought he needed some time to think. A small symbol on his forehead glittered in the dark as he thought about the prophecy.

Suddenly, up ahead, was a pale light and as he approached it, it revealed a woman, most likely a beggar, with her torn cloak and dirtied face.

But, Andrew thought, She doesn't have the look of a poor and sad beggar. Even with her eyes closed, she was too fair to have stayed outside her whole life, and her hands were soft and pale, where it had not touched any sort of hard work. Andrew got off his horse and examined her. He realized she had a proud look on her face – almost stubborn. He touched her head to see if she was alive. On her forehead was a symbol that slightly glimmered in the dark. The woman slowly opened her eyes. Andrew glimpsed her blue eyes and the fire in them. Still too weak, she closed her eyes again.

Andrew picked her up from her sleeping spot and mounted his horse, holding her close. He would like to get to know who this woman is.

Angelina opened her eyes. She felt too comfortable for her own good. Last thing she remembered, she was on a brick wall.

"Good day, miss." A maid came in holding a gown in one arm and balancing a tray of teacups and teapot on the other.

"Do you need help with that?" Angelina asked, sitting up and climbing out of the comforters. She was wearing a white night gown that went all the way to her feet, and the sleeves were translucent and flowing.

"Oh no, miss." The maid said happily. "Just sit here and I will call everyone." She forced Angel on a large chair and offered her the tea. Then she left. Not a moment too soon a group of maids barged in and began to fuss over Angel. One was brushing her hair, the other helping her into a gown, another placed jewelry around her neck and wrists while the last fed her.

"Um… I'm Pri—Angelina and I would really, REALLY like to know where I am." Angel spoke loudly after she swallowed the food shoved in her mouth quickly.

"Angelina, darling. So this is whom my son has found." An older woman walked in with a crown on her head. She had long brown hair and pale skin, her blue eyes staring, scrutinizing Angel. She pulled up Angel's chin to make her look at her with her blue eyes. "You've got the beauty of an angel." She whispered.

"Thanks." Angelina was confused.

"Your highness?" The woman said, raising her eyebrows at the girl's impudence.

"Oh!" Angel cried. Then she bowed. "Your highness."

My, my, this child does not have any discipline. The Queen thought. I don't think she is a beggar if she doesn't recognize my status.

"Your highness? Can I talk to you in private? Without all these people here?" Angel requested.

How bold…The Queen thought, although she still obliged to her request. Angel grabbed the Queen's arm and pulled her into a private room next to her chambers.

"Your majesty, I am Princess Angelina of Light and my father sent me to find a prince who would marry me, royalty or not, for love. So please, may I ask for secrecy of this fact and not tell your son who I really am?" Angel spoke quickly in one breath, making her gasp for air when she finished.

The Queen looked at Angelina and smiled.

"I knew you were too proud to be a beggar. You were too casual around me. Now that you have explained it, yes, I would like to see my son fare with one without royal blood." The Queen winked at Angelina and left the room.

Angel followed after her and found her room empty. She opened the door and stepped outside, glancing behind her and crashed into something hard.