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I pulled my hair back and looked at myself in the mirror. I wished silently to be as pretty as my mother, but I guess I was close. People said I favored her. With my hair pulled back and the pink clothes on, I felt like a stranger to myself.
"Is this acceptable?" I asked wryly as I entered my father's sitting room.
"That looks much better," he said, barely looking up.
I sighed, frustrated and stomped from the room. Was nothing good enough for this man? Was I good enough?
I walked out into the gardens. I sat on the edge of the beautiful water fountain, as I imagined my mother did many years ago. I like to come here to think. The sky was dark. The moon was coming out.
"I didn't do it!" a young boy's voice broke through the silence of the night. "I'm innocent, this is wrong!"
About that time, the guards came through the garden, a boy about my age twisting and turning in their grasps.
His eyes met mine and I froze. His eyes were intense and deep, a passionate hazel. His hair was long and fell over his face.
I knew I was in love.
For a moment, he stopped struggling. Then Raul pushed him to make him start walking again.
"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded my hands on my hips.
"It's nothing you should concern yourself with, Princess," He said.
The boy's eyes were the most amazing shade of hazel I had ever seen. His blue-black hair fell around his face a little bit.
Mother and father rushed out of the palace. Father talked to the guards, and mother rushed me to the side. "Have you gone mad?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "I was only…"
"You were only inches away from a criminal, sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. It is dangerous, Leila, and as much as I hate to say this, you need to learn your place."
"But he says he is innocent…" I started.
"That is beside the point," she said. "You are never to go near the people that are arrested, Leila.' She looked over at the boy. "Especially him."