A/N-Hey guys :)! Third chappie is up!:) I would like to thank Miss Megz for betaing my story :)! haha more of Chris :)! I have to admit my favorite character hasn't been introduced yet :)! But you know what makes me angry? I'm trying to write new chappies and my younger sister is screaming "MOM!" repeatedly, so finally I walk out and yell "(Insert my sister's name here) STFU!" and then I feel someone tugging on my jeans and I look down and the little girl I'm watching says "Rosey, what does STFU mean?" so I take like thirty minutes to finally say, "Um...stupid talking fandango unicorns," and she walks away happy and the entire time I'm thinking to myself what's a fandango? So today to save myself the trouble of that I just decided to put duct tape over my sister's mouth while I was writing:)! Anyways enjoy the chapter :)

"Mother where is this girl you wish to present to me?" Barked Chris, "it's not like I need another one." Chris looked darkly up at the stairs as if he could see me through the brick and velvet covered walls.

"She will be down when she must," answered Queen Clavic, her voice light. Chris shook his head, and I decided that I should make myself known, before Chris got too angry. Who knew what he might do when he got angry; I certainly didn't want to know. Gracefully, I placed my foot on the tiled step, and moved forward. I repeated this process until I heard gasping. I was sight and everyone's mouths were hanging open. Chris' eyes softened, while his mouth parted slightly from the frown that was controlling his face. As soon as I set foot on the hard brick ground he snapped out of his trance, stomped past me, and up the stairs out of sight. The Queen was still smiling. How odd, maybe it was, because she didn't know what to think; maybe because her son had never shown so much hate in her lifetime.

I went into a quick bow before resuming my former position and babbling, "I'm so sorry my lady, tis' a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

Her smile just grew bigger as she spoke up, "you have nothing to be sorry for love, and I have the greatest pleasure of all! Meeting you," replied the Queen, "she's the one for Chris!" That was the exact moment I was positive I had been assigned capital punishment, because there was no way I could make it out of this situation alive.

"Um, I beg your pardon," I gawked. Wait...I'm not supposed to gawk...

"You. Are. The. One. For. Chris. It's as simple as it gets," she stated. But that's where she was wrong it was anything but simple.

"He hates me!" I returned.

"Hate, that's such a strong word dear, more like he strongly dislikes you, for now," she flashed me an amazing smile, then turned away. Awesome. My sisters just sat there discussing with their newly betrothed; not like they cared. I bet they didn't even notice that Chris had entered or exited.

"Oh, Lyna, please meet the family," Queen Clavic said gently and began pointing to the golden haired boy, "that's Edwin; our Italian friend over here is Elijah, our red headed son is Eric, and please call me Jennifer, Queen Jennifer if you must," she gave me another large lovely smile, as if it was supposed to make everything better. I could smile and say it was. But it wouldn't be; it wouldn't ever be. Snapping back into reality I realized that the Queen had asked me to join them in sitting and enjoying the beautiful decor of the room. There was a forty person table that was made of dark wood, covered in the most elegant white table sham. The china was all the brightest white, with small deep violet designs inhabiting the outer rims. The walls were all a dark blood red to match the thick curtains, hanging just on the side of a large window. It a picture perfect room, I would have loved to tour the castle if it weren't for the large rock in my road. I would say bump, but this was no bump. It was something that would plague me with eternal horror and sadness, something that I definitely was not ready for.

The atmosphere around us was awkward and silent. I was contemplating over what to do. I was supposed to, firstly and most importantly, introduce myself to Chris properly. Then I had to explain to him that I was to be his betrothed. Well none of that would work, not now, not ever. Giving up on ideas on how to find his room I decided to venture off to my own room. That is, if I could find it. Turning harshly around a few corners I realized that I was in a part of the castle that I hadn't seen or known how to find my way through.

"Hello?" I yelled, and then slapped a hand over my mouth. Rule number one of being a princess, you should never ever have to call someone, and they shall come to you. I was taught that when I was six and lived by it since, well until now. But nothing seemed to be going right so why should that matter? Every Princess and Prince was taught fifteen rules, assigned for them to learn by their parents. Each rule reflected how the children acted through their first six years of life. Guessing that Chris' rules didn't include manners, I concluded that I wouldn't talk to him until he approached me. That of course was the first rule.

A/N- thanks for reading!:) Hope you guys like it! R&R! thanks :)

-(^.^) Rosey