I hate him.

That's all I have to say about him. He's arrogant, spoiled, immature, and annoying. I can not stand to be withing a mile of him, much less the same room. It all started when we were five, and we met for the first time...

I sat in the carriage with father while we were traveling to the Kingdom of Blairen. Earlier father had been lecturing me about manners, and how I was not to play in the mud, say impolite things to the royal family, or to anyone else for that matter.

I let out an aggravate sigh. I always loved visiting other kingdoms, but it was the traveling that got me frustrated. It took to long to get there, and to long to get home.

"Nenet." my father said, "I hope you will not make such noises in front of the royal family of Blairen."

"It shall depend. Are they boring?" I replied. My father glared hard at me. He was always displeased when I talked back, but when I wa in such a sour mood, there was no helping it.

"Nenet, this visit is of great importance. It will decide your and everyone else's future." I didn't know at the time what that meant, so I hadn't taken it seriously. If I had known the truth behind those words, I would have acted in the worse possible manner...

I sat on the stone bench in the royal gardens, watching the butterflies flutter near the blooming roses. Father and I had gotten to the Blairen Castle hours ago, and I had met the royal family, who seemed rather nice. All except him. Prince Sheldon, the crowned prince of the Kingdom. He was two years older then me, but seemed much taller. His sandy blonde hair went in all directions, untamed and wild. His clear blue eyes seemed to see right through me, as if he were looking into my soul, searching. It was rather silly, but those eyes unnerved me anyway.

I suddenly heard a rustle behind me. I turned around and saw Sheldon walking over.

"Hello Sheldon," I said, trying to polite like father had instructed me. He raised his eyebrow's at me, and smirked. "What?"

"Nothing Nenet," came his reply. It was the way he had said me name. As if he were mocking me.

"What's that suppose to mean?"


"Nenet," I replied, mimicking the same way he had said my name.

"I just said your name," He replied, his smirk grew.

"But you meant something by it."

"No I didn't. Its not my fault if your name sounds weird."

"It does not! You just made it sound like such!"

He brought his hand to his chin, as if he were thinking, then he sneered, "No it's just your name."

I frowned, then crossed my arms over my chest, "Well, at least its better then Sheldon."

"Take that back," he threatened, moving closer to me.

"No," I replied. Father always said I was too stubborn for my own good.

"I said take it back!"

"And I said No! I'm not deaf!" Then he shoved me. I stumbled back a few steps, and then balanced myself. "How dare you!" I screeched. He covered his ears.

"Goodness, your worse then the banshees of Karneens!" he shouted. I didn't know what the Banshees of Karneens were, father hadn't thought it suitable to teach me of the creators of the earth yet, since I was still at such a young age. I was smart enough to know it was an insult, so I shoved him with all my might, and he fell to the ground.

"Who do you think you are!" he yelled at me.

"I'm the Princess of Eavan!" I shouted back.

"And I am the Prince of Blairen! The crowned prince!"

"I feel sorry for your country, for having such an horrible prince!" That must have really set him off, for the next thing I know his fist made contact with my jaw...

It had all started that day. Not just the conflict between us, but the most horrible, most sorrowful thing happened. That was the day Prince Sheldon of Blairen, and I, Princess Nenet of Eavan, became betrothed...

I hate her.

She is the most annoying, brattish, self centered girl I've ever had the misfortune to meet. It started the first day she arrived at the palace, on a visit with her father. But that was only the beginning. Then I only disliked her, but after that one day I completely despised her! The day that completely changed everything...

I sat to the right of my father, who was seated at the head of the table. I seemed to be having a glaring contest with the girl across from me. She, now at the age of fifteen, was sitting elegantly with her dark brown hair pulled into a twist, and her chocolate eyes bore into my own. Her eyes showed such coldness to me, it was rather amusing.

She looked away when her father directed a question to her. I took this time to examine her. She really wasn't that bad looking, rather pretty if she wasn't so revolting in the inside. I discontinued my examination when my father cleared his throat.

"We have wonderful news," he had said, his gaze going from Nenet to me. "Extremely wonderful news," I knew better than to question this. When my father had to repeat something, it was more like him trying to convince himself, "Today I myself, my queen, and King Sutton of Eavan will proclaim the engagement of my son Sheldon, crown Prince of Blairen, and the Princess Nenet of Eavan."

It all went silent, except for the clatter of silver wear. I turned my attention to the maker of the noise, and almost laughed at the sight. There sat Nenet, her mouth agape and her eyes as wide as saucers. I myself wasn't to happy by this announcement, but it did me good to see her in such away.

"Engagement?" she finally asked.

"Yes," said her father, "King Ashford, Queen Azura, and I think it would be a wonderful idea, to join the two kingdoms together." That's when I remembered, Nenet was an only child, such as myself. Her mother had died in childbirth and her father had never remarried, so that made her the heir to the throne.

"A wonderful idea?" I asked, glaring at my father, "What gave you that notion?"

"You two will go marvelous together, dear," Mother replied, speaking for the first time. What was she talking about? She knows how much I disliked Nenet. Have I not told her all the stories of our arguments?

"No," said Nenet. "This...This can't be!" I turned to look at her, shocked. Never before had she spoken out to her father. "I simply refuse!"

"This is not up for discussion, Nenet!" boomed her father.

"When was this decided?" I asked.

"The day you two met," father stated.

"That was nearly twelve years ago! You decided to tell us now?"

"You two will be wed when Nenet is eighteen. That is in three years, we thought it would be best if you two knew sooner."

"Sooner!" Nenet exclaimed, "You call this sooner? Twelve years would have been sooner!"

"Nenet..." her father warned. Nenet glared at him, then my parents, then at me. She narrowed her eyes, and stood up. With one last glance at me, she walked out of the room, with her father calling to her to get back her.

"Not such a bad idea," I said, speaking of leaving, not of the engagement. I also stood, up and followed her out the door. The door slammed shut behind us, and she let out a frustrated shout. "Be quiet will you. You'll brake the windows," She turned around, and glared at me.

"I blame you." she said, crossing her arms.

"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I blame you! You must have come up with this to make my life even more miserable!"

"Me? I'm just as happy about this as you are, princess! Do you think I want to be married to a spoiled wombat like you?"

"Oh and I want to be married to a pompous pig like yourself?" I let out a sigh.

"This is getting us no where..." I said, running my hand through my hair.

"I'm getting rather angry..." she replied, only to have me give her a cold stare.

"That's not what I meant." She just kept on glaring. Then she said something I'll never forget, three words that might haunt me forever.

"I hate you..."

Before that moment, we've never said that to each other. Though we fought a lot, we've never said that. It struck me hard, since I never thought I hated her. At that moment I knew, that my life was going to be hell.

To be continued...