Prologue

When you think about a princess. You often think about the prettiest of girls, most elegant, and the perfect definition of a lady. Crecylla was everything they wanted to be, so it was natural that the kingdom wanted to find out about who she was to be wedded to.

When you think of a prince, you think of a gentleman, a fair ruler, one who's fit for the throne. Prince Cyrus of Phoenicia was the perfect definition. When it was announced that the young prince was to be wedded to Crecylla from Diana, the people were elated. The perfect princess with the perfect prince. What a match made in heaven!

Crecylla was anxious, and as she always did before a ceremony, she found herself stress playing her piano. The elegant sounds of her instrument floating through the air put everyone at peace. The night followed her command and she was the goddess of the moon herself. Her notes carried joy, innocence, and the inexplicable feeling of anticipation. She was one for words and actions, and she feared her fiance would find her annoying.

The study in Phoenicia was empty except for a small light. The prince had been up studying about Diana's history again. His best friend, personal knight, found him bent over a table, a symbol of stress and anxiety for the usually poised prince. He mumbles their history to himself like a spell, and his usually well hidden orange hair begins to glow. Perhaps it was a match truly made in heaven.

So when the day arrives, both parties straighten up, and push their anxieties aside for their kingdoms. It didn't matter whether or not their partner like them, this was a political issue and is nothing else. In the harsh kingdom life, there was no room for worries or doubt. A perfect ruler was the most poised after all.

So when Crecylla steps foot inside Phoenicia, she finds her fiance waiting for her. His hands are straight out of a fairy tale, soft and inviting. His voice is soothing, and his eyes are a warm shade of orange. As vivid as the sunset, yet with the depth of the universe in them. He resembled royalty only described in books.

Cyrus' first impression of Crecylla is interest. Her eyes are a brooding shade of blue, and yet they are as bright as a night full of stars. Her hair was as black as the darkest night, yet the light from the sun made her seem ethereal to him. She was gorgeous, the most elegant of them all, and he couldn't wait to have a trophy wife.

"I must warn you" Crecylla hums. Her voice is serene, and if you listened closely, you could find that her voice held the twinkling of stars. "I might not be able to meet your expectations of being a perfect wife, but I will do my best"

Cyrus hums. "Very well then princess. I do hope we get along."

The rest of the afternoon is passed in silence, they would have time to get to know each other when they were to be wedded. Crecylla couldn't help but worry that she had done something wrong for him to be so silent. She was anxious, and worried over so many things. So she speaks.

"Are you..." She inhales. "A man of words?"

Cyrus blinks at her lightly and then lets out a laugh that could rival even the best of singers. "No princess. It appears that you like conversations?"

"Rather so" She smiles, and her smile blinds him. He knew he was named after the sun, but he was so sure that she would've been the sun in her past life.

"I see"

"Perhaps you are a good listener?" the princess smiles softly, and the prince nods. "Very well then. I hope you don't mind me doing all the talking then"

Cyrus leads the princess to a picnic rug fit for royalty. The satin blanket fit snugly under them, and Cyrus was sure that he would spend the rest of his life with her. His free hand strokes the back of her hand, and Crecylla feels herself blush from the simple gesture. Both were royals of a family that barely showed affection, it felt comforting.

As Crecylla rambles on about her home, Cyrus finds himself listening to every word from out of her mouth. She talks about the markets, the villagers who always provided her with comfort when she snuck out to the streets. Her eyes glow when she talks about the highest tower in her castle, and how beautiful the moon looked when it shone in the sky. She looked so mesmerizing to him. So when she finishes, he feels a little saddened, and offers to talk about his home.

His voice is calm, and it nearly lulls the girl to sleep. He talks about the sun festival, and all the dances in the square he's joined. He talks about his brother and friends, who never failed to make him smile on a bad day, and he talks about his nanny who taught him how to make the finest of sun pies in the land. Crecylla finds herself in awe at his culture. How new, how exciting, she couldn't wait to be a part of his kingdom.

So while all good things end, there's always another door that opens up for you. The two bid farewell at the end of the day, and Crecylla heads home for the day, already anticipating the wedding. She tells her parents of how wonderful of a boy the prince is.

Cyrus is the same, he talks far more than before at the dinner table and his parents are elated that he would start opening up to someone. It was truly a story out of a fairytale.

First impressions were wonderful, but unbeknownst to both of them, they weren't who they seemed to be, and they most certainly would have a hard time fitting in to each other's unrealistic expectations for each other. After all, the royal life was full of twists and turns. Who knows what surprise tomorrow holds for them? They could only hope it would be as wonderful as the last. After all, the royal life was never said to have been easy.