Thread: Change Your Destiny (♥☼Inularian☼♥ and Blair1216)

Nate was still laying in bed, the satin sheets barely coming up far enough to cover his lower body. With no shirt, his muscles were on display, tensing and relaxing with each breath. He was certainly not a morning person, always letting his mother send someone up to wake up. This was not because he was lazy, no. This was because he never slept well, always tossing and turning in the large bed. There were nights he didn't sleep at all, watching the sunrise long before his eyelids felt heavy, and there were even nights that he resulted in drinking a few glasses of liquor to calm himself. However, one thing was for sure. His sleepless nights only began when his engagement to Princess Fiona was anounced. The 18-year-old boy was now a man no longer in control of his destiny. He was to marry the Princess, bring the kingdom together, and eventually create an heir. He had no choice in the matter, no say. This was his fate, and he was left to drown in it. When the door opened, he groaned. Turning on his side, he reached up and ran a hand through his dark, unruly hair without even opening his eyes. He did not want it to be the beginning of another day. No, he did not want to be one step closer to being King. Finally, after a few moments of being stubborn, Nate sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes. His blankets pooled around at his naked waist, but he paid no attention. The Prince was not very modest, but he was also strikingly unsocial. In fact, he rarely spent time with anyone but himself, preferring isolation to the company of spoiled Dukes and Dutchesses in the castle. He only came to events if it was absolutely mandatory, and even if it was, he was rather quiet. The women in the kingdom swooned after the silent prince, wanting to be the one girl who could make him smile and laugh. Unfortunately, Nate had a harder exterior than they thought. What's my schedule? he grumbled, not bothering to look up at the servant who entered the room quite yet. He often hated the way they looked at him. It was either of disgust, assuming that he was too arrogant to be pleasant. Some were of sympathy usually from the older maids for his complex situation. Fiona had been up for hours, for after her hectic schedule following her public engagement with Prince Nathaniel, she quickly found out that the wee hours of the morning was the only time she could be left alone. At eighteen, she was very stubborn when it came to becoming a bride. She wanted to be young and free and choose her own path. However, she was born into this engagement and fate. Not only would she be disappointing her father if she refused to marry the Prince, she would be letting the Kingdom down. And despite daydreaming of falling in love and living the life she chose, Fiona was a sheltered girl. Even if she had the guts to break away, she would not know what to do once she did... Hope was lost in her situation. Wind blowing her dark, wavy hair back behind her, Fiona rode her little black horse, Gwendolyn, back toward the stable. She'd been out for hours, riding around the castle grounds, going down to the creek. While she was an outdoorsy girl at heart, she enjoyed the freedom and privacy it gave her. Upon arriving to the stable, Fiona hopped off and straightened out her lavender dress. It was important to her mother that she always looked presentable, and Fiona was not in the mood to listen to another lecture... Grey eyes darting to the right, Fiona spotted Chase gathering eggs on the far side of the barn. Her lips pressed together, watching his movements as she blindly took Gwendolyn's saddle off. She had seen him many, many times during the early morning hours, but only then. He was a handsome boy, his muscles showing the time he had put into manual labor... However, she had not the slightest idea of his name, despite the fact he had made his way into her daydreams multple times.