"I'm not so sure about this..."

She said, looking at the water. The wind blew and a gust of air made her white dress dance in the wind. It was silk and her tiara wiggled around on her head.

"It's fine..." Oliver said, with a tight a loosening grip on her waist. "Don't you trust me?"

"Not really..." She said with a slight chuckle that was immediately shut down by her fear. "Don't let me go boy. I'm not that light, I'd sink right to the bottom."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you bloody mad, your the skinniest of the land, must be within 1 million miles."

Phoebe looked at him with surprised eyes. "I don't know whether to take that as an insult or compliment." She said, attending her eyes back to the water. She gritted her teeth as a shiver went through her body. "I'm cold, please let me go."

He laughed, "Your words not mine." He said as she looked at him with disappointed eyes. He laughed again but with a sling of his arms, she fell.

Off the bridge.

Her body hit the water like a brick to concrete. Her dress went up as she went down. Oliver, still laughing looked at her waiting for her to come up. She didn't.

As the guards approached him, they looked down to see Phoebe's crown ring around his foot. As one pounced, holding him by his neck the other one looked at the water.

"What did you do. Where is she?" He pointed to the water as the guard dropped him. He fell on his knees, gasping for air. Every breath he took was with shame.

The guards came back with Phoebe. One carried her in his arms as she dripped with salty and green water. She took a deep breath of air as she heavily panted. Oliver came first to her as she slowly lifted her now drenched head. She looked at him with the most disgusted eyes.

“I told you… not… not to drop me.” She said, water dripped into Oliver’s palms as he bent on his knees in shame. He looked at her and held out a small box.

“Our parents want us to marry. So you can be queen of the throne. Your not even near next in line for this kingdom. Maybe this giant diamond shall suffice for an apology.” The diamond glistened with coating but so did the painfully strong smell. Phoebe look at him in complete shock.

“You think I’d marry you after everything you’ve put me through?” She asked, disappointed at his sudden proposal. “I dont’ think so.” After being handed a towel to dry, after she pushed the box out of his hands, she angrily walked off to her room. With each step there was another drop of water that hit the floor. Before making it to the grand stairway, she looked back at Oliver. “And I don’t intend to stay long…here at the sky fortress. I’ll graduate this year, from my training. I turn 18 in 30 moons. I don’t intend to wait any longer.” She said, walking much slower but with more elegance. Oliver looked at his diamond and got up from off his knees.

With a loud opening of the door, Andrea her a crowd of guards followed. Andrea, Phoebe’s mother, was queen of the sky fortress. She looked in disgust at the large puddle.

“I see you’ve let down Oliver. Darling must I remind you how important your crowning is to us. We’ve waited for this day and you turn it down for what? An incident on the bridge! I cannot tell you how furious Oliver’s parents were. They are the second royal family of the air.” She said calmly. Phoebe saw right through her calming act. “Phoebe Alice Vinquira, I will not have you mess up this family or this kingdom. You must find a replacing suitor by tomorrow evening.” Phoebe glared at her mother.

“But what if don’t want to. I turn 18 this year and I make the descions, not my mum or either of my parents. I know what’s best for me?” Andrea looked back at Phoebe, then looked down at the floor. With a swift pounced she started towards Phoebe. She raised her arm and slapped Phoebe on the side. The sting of the hit burned as she back her hand away to see the red mark that was left on Phoebe’s face. Tears flooded Phoebe’s eyes as she took her palm and placed it on the bruise.

“I am not doing it as your mother but as your queen and I demand it. You live in this kingdom and I will not let you ruin your life or mine. Get dry and don’t leave your room until the choosing. I’ll alert everyone the kingdoms now.”

“Prince Arturo Vincent Henvill the 3rd…” Bennet announced. Phoebe looked at him with uninterest. She saw Andrea behind her, signaling for her to fix her posture. Knowing of the situation, she slouched father in her throne. Her dress lifted in the slightest as the prince stopped.

“Madame, I see your legs.” Phoebe looked at him with disbelief. She was surprised at his holt to say that. “You have legs, I have legs, your mother has legs. I have it like any human being so why do you feel the need to bloody announce it?” The ballroom fell silent. “Continue…”

“Im done.” He said. He swallowed hard.

“Next then, I assure that you won’t make it to my…um… final list.” He walked away. He wanted to drop his head but he knew he couldn’t.

“Finn Parker-“

“No”

“Pawe-“

“No thank you”

“Benjamin Banks?”

“Maybe.. that name sounds so familiar. Bring him in please.”

He walked in with a slight limp. He saw her and pulled her arm out to kiss it. As he bowed, he tripped on the leg he limped on. The other possible suitors chuckled and the room filled with judgmental noises. Phoebe genuinely didn’t mind and somewhat found him attractive.

“Have we met before?” Asked Phoebe, hoping for a yes answer.

“I don’t believe we have.” She shrugged her arms and readjusted herself.

“I’m ready to leave if you’ll allow me, I’m sure you have others waiting-“

“No, I’m actually fine. Everyone may be dismissed.” _He’s quiet different, I’m not sure why…_

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_ _The crowd of possible suitors left the room as Phoebe connected arms with Benjamin. Bennet announced the now settled engagement.

Phoebe left her chair as she took Benjamin back into the main parts of the palace with her. The gaurds and the other staff dismissed the now unwanted guest.

“Go in here. It’s a small closet, I used to hide in here as a kid.” Phoebe said, biting her lip. She stared as he immediately sat down. Phoebe lighted a candle in the room as she bent down to meet him eye level.

“Princess I-“ Benjamin started. He was interrupted by Phoebe.

“Please, you may address me by my name.” She said gently as she smiled.

“Which is?”

“Phoebe.”

“Well princess,” he started again. Phoebe cleared her throat as if trying to say something. “…Phoebe, I wanted to warn you. I have no interest in marrying you.” He said, he looked at the floor and didn’t dare to look at her face.

“What do you intend to do with me?” She asked, slightly insulted. She felt that his comment was unbelievably rude.

“To _save_ you. My brother Mik is coming back. After he heard the news that I was the suitor, I belive his temper set off again.”

“You don’t know for certain. You just became suitor.” She said, now towering over Benjamin. Her breath was hard and she inhaled slowly. “You’re assuming.” The light from the candle flickered as it slowly was dying down.

“I swear, something like this would happen. Has… happened. It happened with ours, I was supposed to be king next. He became jealous as always. I was fit and suitable for king but my Mik convinced the council otherwise.” He said. His head was now facing the floor.

Phoebe looked down but looked at him again.

“Well then what are we to do?”

“Leave.”

Phoebe was taken back. “I can’t just leave _my_ Kingdom.”

“It’s fine, he’s only coming for us. He wants to murder _you_.”

“Well, when do we leave?”

“Now.”

I hope you guys liked this, I didn’t put the actual escape part and I’m sorry. 😢 Maybe I’ll do like a part two but I just thought that the Idea of Escape from the Sky Fortress was the plan for escape and I hope you guys enjoyed my variation of this prompt!💕