• *Amaranth's Pov*



    Gliding gracefully down the dimly lit corridors, my violet gown trailing gently behind me. Pausing to take in the familiar scene either side of me.



    Same old gothic interior...



    White stone walls...



    Black velvet drapes hanging like curtains over the various portraits of my kin and ancestors...



    A marble statue stood at each end of the corridor, each signifying the great creatures of our kingdom.



    Wow have I missed this place...Home...My home...where I truly belong.



    As i stand there a voice calls out breaking me out of my trance-like state.



    “AMARANTH, MADEMOISELLE AMARANTH!"...a familiar gruff voice calls.



    Turning around swiftly I came face to face my rather red faced, oldest male servants, Ferdinand.



    "HE'S HERE! You’re royal highness." He half shouted whilst half bowing and regaining his breath.



    "Whose here?"



    I replied, furrowing my eyebrows whilst trying to work out who on earth 'He' is...



    After a few seconds I'm snapped back to reality to be faced upright by a rather serious faced Ferdinand.



    "Prince Zander your Highness."



    Oh 'Him'...



    Don't get me wrong or anything I like Zander...He's a pretty decent guy as far as princes go but...



    The thing thats catching me out is why he is here...he knows he cant be near me until my eighteenth, due to what that old hag did to us at my birth.



    Before our births me and Zander was promised to each other by our father's who consequently happen to be the best of friends.



    You see we are both from the oldest lineage of our kind which makes us royalty. Me being a Beaumont, and him a Vaughn. And both our fathers have been in alliance since before they took the thrones from their father's.



    But a certain 'someone' was jealous of the relationship my father had with the Vaughn's kingdom, and that someone being my 'dear' mother who was from witch descent which papa had no knowledge about up until the day after she gave birth to me.



    The very day that she cursed both me and Zander, all because of her hatred towards the Vaughns and my father for eliminating her kind century's before...



    I mean some mother she turned out to be, although i have to admit it was kinda pretty even though its horrible. I remember my father would tell it to me as a child, so that me and Zane wouldnt get too close...



    "From thy cradle thy shall see,

    This unseen curse that's put upon thee...

    With a touch from thy betrothed,

    Will leave thee clearly loathed...

    From dream to reality thy shall come,

    Wandering endlessly till that eighteenth sun...

    Blood red it shall be as clear as a moonlit sea,

    Then will you be free to get rid of me...

    Only then can this be broken,

    And he shall be free to collect his token."





    After she cast her curse my father banished her to the dark realms where only the evilest of creatures wander for eternity...



    The sound of a cough brings me back to reality; I guess I get distracted really easily.



    Looking on Ferdinand for a brief second I start to half run, half glide to the throne room to look for my father and Zander.



    Once at the throne room I push on the tall Blackwood doors to be greeted by my father.



    "Amaranth darling, Prince Zander is here to see you I'm sure your quite familiar with him."



    'Yes i know who he is Papa. But what is he doing here, Has he forget about the freaking curse that's hanging over both of our heads?"



    "Language Ma Cherie..." he scolds. "Why don't you ask him yourself his over there."



    Looking behind my father I see a rather tall unfamiliar guy with messy dark brown hair much different to the Zander with blond hair I used to know. He slowly turns around, and my eyes are met by the brightest green eyes with a tint of silver.



    "Princess Amaranth," He half bows. "A pleasure to see you again"



    "Huh...what..huh.” I stutter as absorb the view before me...All of a sudden i begin to feel faint.



    How odd that's never happened before. Maybe it's because there is a hottie McHottie in front of you. My mind retorts.



    "Amaranth are you OK?" he’s deep, sensual sounding voice utters in concern.



    "Yer...I think so..."



    He goes to grab my wrist, as if to support me in case I collapse.



    But when our skin touch darkness starts to consume me.



    And then nothing...