After the whole situation was over, i was flooded with people asking questions and wanting pictures.

It was too much.

I am nothing but strong, i am weak. Anyone could be a better ruler than i could.

I am completely unfit to be the heir,why would my father choose me?

He hates me.

Maybe it's all just a stupid test to see whether i am fit to do it or not.

I need to get out and ride.

I hate being a princess, but it has its benefits.

My horse Gracie is really my only friend. I could go out riding and never come back.

I head to the stables, and see Chris petting Harlee on her nose.

Harlee is Chris's horse. We often go riding down to the stream and swim.

"Hey Chris want to go riding? I really just need to clear my head."

"Sure! I haven't rode Harlee in ages!" We quickly tack up and head out.

Walking down our normal trail, I hear twigs being snapped by feet.

I whip my head around to see a man.

The man was probably twenty or so, with brown curly hair and dark brown eyes.

He quickly turns around starting to head in the other direction.

"Stop sir!" He froze.

"I'm sorry Miss, i just was trying to look for my horse. He got out of his pasture today."

"We can help you look for him!" I said.

"Really?"

"Of course! At least i will i don't know about Chris, but i defiantly will!"

He smiled and i offered him a hand. He took it and mounted up behind me.

"We can go get you a horse if you would like," I said.

"No you don't have too," He said.

"I insist,"

He nodded and headed back for the stables.