Arya was always caught in a dream, most probably due to her books. She knew her duty as a princess was to one day become queen. Arya loved her people; she wanted her kingdom to be a haven of peace and harmony.

“Arya, dear, get ready for the ball!” Arya’s mother shouted with a smile.

Her mother adores balls, especially now that her Arya was of age to wed.

Thrown into a deep blue velvet dress and silver shoes, Arya dreaded the thought of another ball. She loved to dance and feel tue rhythm of the living room, but she couldn’t stand her mother pushing her around suitable husbands.

“I’m sure you’ll be just alright, Arya,” Stella, her handmaiden, said pining her delicate brown curls.

Walking down the grand staircase, Arya caught sight of a lot of royalty. Princes from all over the world were to attend this ball, all in hopes of snatching a dance with Arya, or better yet, asking for her hand in marriage.

Groups of people mingled with glass full of wine and champagne.

Arya spotted her friend, Athena, but was whisked away by the sight of a devastatingly looking man.

Sleek black hair, and dark eyes. He stared at Arya, catching her admiring eyes.

Blushing, Arya looks away.

Who could that be?

The man walks over with smooth, controlled steps and bows before Arya.

Caught by surprise, Arya only stared at the beautiful man.

He towered over her and smirked at the sight of Arya’s blushing.

“Good evening Princess Arya,” his velvety voice sounded.

“Good evening…”Arya said with a bit of a tremble.

“May I have your hand, for a dance.”

Arya put her hand into his without hesitation.

The two danced and danced in the golden light. Arya finally built the confidence to ask, “Who are you?”

The man smiled and said, “King Davian.”

At the sound of his name, Arya stopped.

King Davian, the young king whose father made rivals of Arya’s.

Arya was too frozen in fear to pull away.

“Catching you was easier than I thought, Princess.” He snapped his fingers.

Darkness erupted in the ballroom; screams sounded.

“Time to go home,” Davian said, wrapping his arm around Arya’s waist and whisking her away to his kingdom.