My grandmother handed me a white cloak with small snowflakes on it.

"You look just as beautiful as your Mother, now go," Grandmother kissed my forehead and I could feel my face flush.

I walked out into the cool summer evening. The sun was starting to set, and I could make out the orange and pink clouds.

I walked along the stone path towards the castle. I could see how beautiful it was. It was the tallest building I have ever seen, and I began to walk faster. I felt my excitement start to rise, and I started to run. I felt the wind in my face and it was the best feeling in the world.

I was free.

I arrived at the castle and watched as beautiful women, and handsome men walked in the gates. I walked behind them, and walked up to the guard.

"Invitation?" The man asked.

"I am afraid I left that at home," I felt tears sting my eyes. Oh no.

"Then you are not allowed inside," he snapped. I felt a tear drip from my face. All this for nothing.

I turned around to go when I heard a familiar voice.

"Chancy! She is welcomed inside, no need to terribly insult people! If she says she had it then she is telling the truth," I turned around to see the man with the blonde hair that had invited me that day.

He was wearing a white suit with a handsome color and gold buttons.

"Rosie!" He kissed my hand and linked his arm with mine.

"Hi, Edward," I felt my face turn red again.

"You look like the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he stated, his eyes wide open as he examined what I was wearing.

"Thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," I blushed.

"How come? You are so beautiful, I can assure you people think the same," he laughed.

"Miss, would you like to dance?" An older man with grey hair took my hand. He put his hand on my hip, and I put mine on his shoulder.

"I saw you with my son, are you his date?" The man smiled.

"I don't think so, am I?" I asked. He laughed.

"Well he told me he asked a girl named Rosie to the ball, are you Rosie?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," I smiled.

"Then you are the beautiful girl he had been talking about. And he was right!" The man twirled me around.

"Thank you," I beamed.

"I am King Charles. It was great meeting you Rosie," he kissed my hand.

"Wait, your the-the King? That means-" I stuttered.

"It means that Edward is the Prince," he laughed.

He walked away and I stood there, completely frozen. Prince? Why didn't he tell me?

I stormed over to Edward, who was drinking some champagne.

"You never told me you were a Prince! I just was humiliated by your Father, the King, because you didn't tell me!" I whisper yelled.

"I didn't want you to come here because you just wanted to come with the Prince," he grabbed my hand and walked me out into this balcony, filled with flowers and bushes.

"I wouldn't of done that. Ever," I crossed my arms, "I am not like the girls who probably did that in the past."

"If you would listen maybe you'll understand," Edward sighed.

"So now I don't listen?" I glared.

"You aren't listening now. Has anyone ever told you that you were so stubborn?" he snapped.

"Yes, my Mother," I held my chin high.

"Just hear me out. The reason I didn't tell you was because I am tired of women using me. They want the riches, and the dresses, and the food, but they never want me. I was testing to see if you were the same way," he brushed my bangs out of my eyes.

"So now I am a test?" I pushed his hand off.

"Rosie! Have you ever had a guy like you before?" He asked.

"No," I sighed.

"Then stop acting this way. I like you. From the minute I saw you on the road that day, your pretty braids and cute nose, just made me want to go to you and ask you here. As soon as we saw each other you blushed, and you seem to do that a lot," He chuckled.

"I do not," I blushed. I slapped my cheeks.

"You do," Edward grabbed my face softly, and I felt his lips on mine. It was the best feeling I have ever experienced. My first kiss.

I put my arms around his neck and we kissed for awhile.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked grabbing my hand.

"It would be my honor, your majesty," I laughed.

Edward put his arm around my waist and we danced for the rest of the night.