Summary

Aria is princess and she wants nothing more out of her life than to be able to decide what to do with it. But fate (and her mother) have another plan forAria. What will our headstrong heroine do when she finds out she is betrothed to the prince of another land? And what happens when sparks fly between them and she finds herself falling hopelessly in love with him?

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Elariel Erestorion : I like how she isn't a Mary-sue princess either, those annoy me. Hope you like the chapter.

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I was not going to eat.
My own mother thought I was fat. So therefore, I must be fat.

Rigel was devouring the fried chicken that our cook prepared like a ravenous wolf. The last straw was when a piece of chicken that he didn't finished chewing flew in to my glass of wine. "Rigel!" I screeched.

"What" he said mouth full of food; I think I'm going to be sick. I stared at him my jaw somewhere around my left foot.

"What, what do you mean what, look at my wine, there is a piece of half chewed chicken, your eating like a pig."

He smiled sheepishly "Sorry Aria, I didn't know, I'm hungry, It was too tense at breakfast, I couldn't eat. And if you remember rightly, dear, I didn't get to eat dinner either." I rolled my eyes at him, Men.

"Well stop attacking the chicken like that, it's dead, it's not going to get up and do the tango." He laughed at me, but I really didn't see what was so funny. I found it a bit disgusting but nothing funny, still he laughed.

I gave up on the thought of drinking from my glass and I just sat there sipping wine from the bottle until he stopped laughing and rolling on the ground. He finally picked up his head and asked me "Aria why aren't you eating?"

I sighed and took another long swig of wine. If I kept drinking it, I wouldn't have to answer him, although I might be a bit tipsy for Marcus's wedding. But I'm fun when I'm tipsy, I'm not so sarcastic.

"Is it because your mother said you were fat? You're not fat. You're very beautiful." I choked on some wine as some of it came out my nose. I was definitely not expecting him to say THAT.

He started laughing again as I sputtered & tried to get myself under control. It kind of burns when wine comes out of your nose. I've had milk come up before but never wine.

Let me tell you it' doesn't feel too good I thought my whole face was going to fall off. I'm not just being a drama queen, it really did burn, in fact it burned so much I started to cry.

Not body shaking sobs but tears just from the sheer pain of it. When Rigel saw my tears he stopped laughing and tried to help me but I pushed him away.

"I don't need your help. By the way dearest, thank you for laughing at me." I said in an overly sweet tone. He sighed and gave me a look that said I did, in fact, need his help.

I tried to ignore him and blow my nose to get the wine out. He scooted up beside me and put his arm around my shoulders to comfort me a bit, because let's face it what else can someone do when a big swig of wine comes spouting out of your nose.

I sat there with his arm around me blowing wine out my nose and tears streaking down my face. "Aria?" he questioned.

"What!" I snapped at him. He tilted my chin up so I couldn't avoid his piercing gaze.

"You didn't answer my question before." I didn't really want to answer it, but maybe if I did I wouldn't be in this mess. I didn't want to tell him I thought I was fat. What if mother was right and I was fat. So now I was plain a bit stocky AND fat.

Could life get any better? "Aria" He asked shaking me out of my thoughts, "are you angry at your mother for calling you fat?" Yes, yes it could.

What is he my shrink? I really didn't want to talk about it. I turned my face down to look at my boots they were really interesting...

Ok the truth was I give everything away by the look on my face. I really didn't want him to know he hit the nail on the head. I couldn't sit there with him so close (not to mention handsome and good smelling) to me, chances are I would say something cheesy and stupid.

And I'd like to at least think I have my dignity if nothing else. I got up and walked down to the stream but he didn't get the clue and got up to follow me. All right that was the last straw, he obviously didn't get it.

I really wanted my alone time right now. I am not responsible for what I say if I'm not allowed to have my alone time. I sat down by the river took my boots and stockings off and dipped my toes in the ice water. That felt nice.

He walked up beside me, sat there and pressed the issue further. I really was getting annoyed with him. I didn't want to talk about it.

"Aria...", he started. But I cut him off, "You know what Rigel SHUT UP, just SHUT UP, you obviously don't take any of the hints I give you, or you do but just ignore them. So SHUT UP. I don't want to talk to you right now. Leave me ALONE."

He looked just as stunned as he did when I hit him, and just as sad. "God, Aria, I was just trying to be your friend."

I didn't get it he frustrated me so much, I just met him and he acts as if we've been friends for years. He doesn't act like we're being forced to get married, he acts like he actually wants to marry me.

Well he ended up walking away and I thought I saw a glint of tears in his eyes. I let out a frustrated squeal. I really didn't understand why he tried to annoy me so much. I am usually a pretty calm person but he just knows how to irritate me to the extent where I yell and hurt his feelings.

Now I feel bad for yelling at him. I took a few deep breaths to clear my head. I know it sounds stupid and cheesy but it does work. I walked back to our picnic area and saw him cleaning up the plates. I inhaled deeply before I walked over to him.

I tapped him on the shoulder he turned around and he had a fake grin plastered on his face. I shook my head a little, partly because I was surprised and partly because he unsettles me. I mean this boy is strange (handsome, funny and charming but still confusing and strange).

"Rigel I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry." I said lamely.

"Aria, dear, think nothing of it," he said as he made a small waving gesture with his hands, "we have to leave though if were to meet your brother and Lady Isabel on time."

I nodded my head still confused as ever, what his tongue said and what the tone in his voice meant were definitely two different things. He really meant (or at least what I heard was 'Aria, dear that wasn't very nice, it hurt.')

This was not how I wanted to spend my last hours of freedom until my wedding, fighting with my future husband. "Rigel why don't you get the horses ready and I'll finish up here." I uttered.

I gave him a normal smile hoping that he would give me a normal smile. Nope. It was another fake smile. He gave me a half bow and walked to get the horses. I put the rest of the food in the basket, and then I saw the wine bottle. I silently debated with myself whether to drink it or not, (considering what happened the last time I drank straight out of the bottle.)

Drinking or rather finishing it off won out in the end. I took the stuff over to where Rigel was waiting with the horses. I gave him the picnic basket to secure onto his saddle. He did so and waited for me to mount my little brown mare.

After I was on, he mounted his own horse. I had to admit even if he was confusing; he was a gentleman to the very end.

It was almost twelve o'clock and we all had to be there and ready by twelve thirty. I took a shaky breath and nudged my mare down the path. I knew that it was only ten short minutes to the small church, but it seemed like an hour.

The two of us rode in uncomfortable silence until we reached our destination. He swung off his horse's back and put his arms out to catch me if I fell. And me being me; I made sure to fall so he would have to catch me.

When I was in his arms, I leaned into him, stood on my tiptoes, and pecked him gently on the lips. He kissed me back, I was happy about that. It meant he wasn't an angry as I thought he was.

I've always let him kiss me but I was never the one to initiate the kissing. Not that we did it; (the kissing) alot anyway. He pulled back after a moment with an actual emotion on his face, not sadness or hate but surprise.

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