Chapter 1 Lets start with a fairytale
Once upon a time in a kingdom far away there was a Princess named Patricia. She had blonde curls that would sparkle in the sunlight and a smile that would brighten any day. Many a Prince came from far away to court the young lady but she sent them away. One day a Peasant girl came knocking, wanting the Queen to reverse her family's exile as winter was coming and they would barely survive. The Queen said no and sent her away, the young girl yelled at the Queen before turning on her heel and leaving the castle forever. Princess Patricia however had all ready started to fall in love with the young girl, however the Princess knew that she would never again see the young girl.
However the Princess did see her again, in the woods while out hunting with Father and his men, the Princess lost the trail and had gotten lost in the thick dense trees. Her saviour, the peasant from the castle offered her a hand, it was her silver orbs that made the Princess trust her, love sparked between them as their hands connected. From that day the two girls were in love and nothing could break it. Or so they thought...
One day a Prince came from a land without a name and wanted the young lady's hand, again Princess Patricia said no, but this Prince wouldn't leave without the young girl. So he decided to follow her on one of regular walks outside the castle to see if he could change her mind. He follwed her deep into the woods, where the sounds of nature were suddenly quiet and his footsteps were the only noise. He came to a clearing where he saw his future wife, holding hands with a peasant girl. They smiled and laughed with eachother as lovers would which enraged the young Prince. When the Princess kissed the girl his anger flared hotter than hell, his revenge would be tied in a curse. If they wanted each other so badly then they would have it...Forever.
So for, forever the Princess and the Peasant would meet, fall in love and face the heartbreak of watching the other die, only to come back and do it all over again, and his favourite part was only the Peasant and her family would know of the curse, she took his love so he would take her life. He wanted the Peasant to know that she had bought the curse not only on herself but onto her sisters as well. No one was safe from his vengence. No one.
The ages would change but the only thing that would stay the same was the curse, held in place by time and lost in translation, along with this fairytale.
A/N This story will contain random flashbacks! Speaking of which...Onwards we go!