This is what would have happened if Donovan had never been overthrown and if Gatomon's parents had never given her up.

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Princess Skyla of Felcin was absolutely and completely bored out of her mind.

She sat in her room, staring out at the city. It was a beautiful summer day. The sky was clear blue and the city down bellow was bustling. But she wasn’t allowed out there. Devimon had been spotted in the area, and the last thing Felcin needed was to lose their princess.

“Once those digidestined have handled him,” her mother, Queen Paka, had said, “you are free to roam again.”

Skyla felt like she was a child again. Back then, she’d never been allowed out of the castle without a guard. And she always had to be back in the palace by sundown, not a second after. She wished the digidestined, the newfound ‘heroes’ of the Digital World, would take care of Devimon already.

There was a knock on her door.

“Come in.” Skyla said lazily.

The door opened and an Angewomon walked in. She was Bella, Paka’s lady-in-waiting. She was always Skyla’s caretaker and almost like her aunt. “Skyla, your parents would like a word. In the library.”

Skyla nodded without a word and hurried out towards the library. She opened the door and saw her parents, sitting in their usual spots. Great. Probably going to tell me we’re having another ball…

“Sit down, daughter.” her father, King Leandro, said.

Skyla sighed and sat down. “What is it?”

“Skyla… we told you about the war that took place after your were born, correct?” Paka began.

Skyla frowned. “Of course. Where Witchery’s king wanted me dead, right? You told me about that a long time ago. Why bring it up now?”

“Well, before that, Witchery and Felcin were trade partners. And you know our economy is getting weaker. For the first time in hundreds of years, many of our subjects are going hungry. I contacted the king and queen and we got an idea. In order for Witchery and Felcin to be ‘joined’ again, you will marry one of the princes.”

“WHAT?!” Skyla yelled. “I have to get married?! To which one?!”

Skyla knew there was three princes of Witchery: Erebus, he was the eldest and about eight years older than her. Rhys, the middle child was two or three years older than her. And Shahar, who was around her age and first in line for his father’s crown.

“Rhys.” Leandro answered. “I’m sure you two will get along. He knows you. When he was young and you were a newborn, he met you.”

Skyla glared at them. “How could you two do this to me? What happened to the ‘you can marry whoever you deem worthy’ thing you told me when I was young?”

Paka sighed. “Skyla, we don’t want to do this either. But it’s the only way. Donovan will have it no other way. Do you want your people to suffer?”

Skyla was still angry with them. All her life, they told her she could marry the lucky digimon she fell in love with. Whether prince or subject. Because her parents had a forbidden love that had caused them so many tears and they did not want that to happen to her. But now everything changed. Skyla was being married off to a digimon she was sure she’d never love.

“I hate you both!” Skyla cried. She hurried out, slamming the door behind her. She ran straight into the garden, plopped down on a bench, and began to cry her eyes out.

“Princess… what’s wrong?”

Skyla looked up to see a servant girl, a bit older than her. Her father had been a Wizardmon from Witchery and her mother a Renamon. At an early age this servant had been forced into slavery, but she escaped and came to work here. Skyla knew all of this from her mother, but she didn’t know the servant's name.

“Nothing.” Skyla said, wiping her eyes. “I don’t even know why I’m crying about it… it happens everywhere else.”

The servant sat down beside her. “What happens else?”

“Princesses being married off.” Skyla replied. “My parents have decided that I’m to wed one of Witchery’s princes.”

The servant patted her back sympathetically. “I guess even being royalty has its downsides… you have very little say in your future. You have to do whats best for your country… whether you like it or not.”

Skyla nodded sadly. “Exactly… most servants don’t understand that.” She sighed. “I’m being a crybaby. My life has been perfect so far.”

“Has it? I think that the hardest job someone could have in this country is the princess.”

Skyla began to think about it. Then, she looked at the servant. “Why do you think that?”

“Well… I have a say in what happens to me.” the servant began. “You don’t. And I pity you for that.”

Skyla sighed again. “Well… you’re the only one who does. What’s your name anyway?” She looked at the digimon curiously.

The servant blinked, then smiled a bit. “Calanetta. Everyone around here calls me Netta though.”

Skyla nodded. “Well… I just want to be alone for a bit.”

Calanetta stood and curtsied. “Of course. Good day, princess.” With that, she walked off her tail swaying slightly.

Skyla sighed and more tears came. This, by far, was the absolute worst thing he parents had done to her. She had hated the tutors and the balls, but this was just… horrible. I’m never going to forgive them for this…

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“I’M NEVER GOING TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!”

Prince Rhys slammed the door to his room and sank down on to his bed. His mother had just alerted him that he was going to be engaged to Princess Skyla of Felcin. And yet, he’d been promised long ago he could marry whoever he pleased.

The door opened. “Rhys? What’s going on?”

Rhys grunted and continued to lay on his bed and stare at the ceiling. “Go away, Shahar. I’m not in the mood.”

Shahar didn’t listen. He sat down on the end of Rhys’ bed. "Come on, tell me. You normally don’t yell at Mother like that.”

Rhys sat up. “They’re marrying me off. To Princess Skyla.”

Shahar frowned. “Mother wouldn’t make you do that! She promised you and Erebus you could marry whoever you liked!”

“Yes, she would.” Rhys said angrily. “I have to go to Felcin tomorrow to meet her. Joy.” He fell back on to his back. “I can’t believe they’re making me do this.”

The door opened for the second time and their father, King Donovan, strode in with his icy blue eyes narrowed at Rhys. “Shahar. Leave.”

“But-”

“I said leave!”

“Yes sir…”

Shahar cast a sad glance at Rhys, then walked out, shutting the door behind him. He knew his brother was in for it now. Father was angry and he wasn’t very pleasant when he was angered… then again, his father was never pleasant.

“Listen to me.” Donovan said, grabbing the front of Rhys’ cloths and pulling him up. “You are going to go to Felcin tomorrow and in three months you will marry Skyla. Do you hear me?”

“Well its kinda hard not to, since your right in my face. And I'm not enjoying it, either.”

Donovan slapped him. “Don’t you give me lip. That big mouth of yours has always been a problem.” He began to head for the door. “Oh yes, and no dinner tonight. You are to stay in your room until tomorrow morning.”

With that, he slammed the door.

Rhys rolled his eyes. He heard footsteps outside his door, which meant his father had placed the guards there.

Great. Just great.

“This has been one of the worst days of my life…” Rhys sighed. “I just hope Skyla hasn’t grown up to be a brat…”

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Chi: Where am I in this story?

You aren't in it. If Donovan had never been overthrown you wouldn't have been born.

Chi: WHAT?! So I don't exist?!

Nope.

Chi: This sucks... and all of review. While your at it, tell her to put me in the story!