Hate to Love
Disclaimer: Some characters that you recognize aren't mine, they belong to tamora pierce, those that u don't recognize, they belong to me.
A/N: this is a new story. Pls tell me if you like it. Suggestions are welcome.
Princess Malrina, or more commonly known as Mal, ran down the steep steps of the tower. What should I do? How could this have happened? She thought. Occupied with her thoughts, she was not careful when going down, she slipped and tumbled down the roughly cut steps in the stone.
Luckily for her, it was already the last few steps so she was not hurt badly, only a few bruises here and there which accumulated to the many others that Mal had obtained because of her father, the King of Valendra, who hit her whenever she tried to sneak out of the palace. "A princess should stay in the palace, and not running about in the city", he would say. A little shocked, she lay on the floor for a few seconds before coming to her senses and getting up. Mal brushed her long blue skirt and headed towards the exit. Just as she was stepping out, a cloaked figure came out from behind the door. Startled by the sudden appearance of the stranger, the Princess stepped back hurriedly. The cloaked figure muttered a 'sorry' before disappearing up the same steps that she had been on a while ago.
Princess Malrina noticed this but was too disturbed to bother about what a stranger would be doing in the palace grounds. The most pressing problem was still there.
And the problem?
She had to marry him. Him! Of all the men in this world, Father just had to betroth me to HIM! Mal thought angrily.
The man that she had always hated. The man that we have been at loggerheads since young.
It was arranged since birth, argued her mind.
Yeah, but so what? I don't like him, and he obviously doesn't like me back. And who are you, anyway? Malrina retorted.
Well, you can say that I'm part of you, only that I'm not really, her mind explained.
Huh?
Never mind.
Fine.
So, what are you going to do about it?
No idea.