Hi everyone!
So I'm writin' this story, but English is NOT my first language so feel free to correct my mistakes.

I hope you'll enjoy it :)

I'm Elizabeth Warner, seventeen years old, the king's daughter. 

When I was born, my mother allegedly died during the process. At least that's what they say about her. Too bad I don't believe it and declare it missing. 

Lost, not gone; there's a difference. If something's lost, it can be found. 

The saddest part is that they didn't tell me about her, I didn't even see a picture of her. The only thing left is a gold chain with a star pendant. That's my everything. 

My nanny, who has been by my side since I was little, always says how much I look like her, but unfortunately this kind gesture doesn't help much. I consider Marta my second mother, even though she is in her sixties. She doesn't show her age, and sometimes takes care of me than my own family member. 

Until today I had a quiet life as much as it possible. At his meeting today, my fathers orders a hunt against vampires. I never understood why it hurts him tht the live among us. It's their home anyway, and they're being chased away. And as evil as a princess, I don't support humans. 

Tomorrow night we are having a ball to celebrte the events. You don't have to worry about bloodsuckers, because you can clearly their difference from their eyes. Tey are said to shine bright like a diamond, especially in semi-dark and total darkness. 

When I was little, I also saw my own light, but my father always referred to fairy tales. The last time I saw this when I was thirteen, and I haven't encountered the phenomenon since. 

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"Miss Warner" I heard from the other side of the door, accompained by a knock. It's Marta, I recognize her from her voice. It's no secret that she came 'cause of the evening. I have to start getting ready, if I want to be full regalia t five o'clock. I put down the book I was reading and walked towards the door. 

"I'm coming" I shouted. "Hi Marta. I told you to call me by my first name" 

"I'm sorry darling, I'm used to formalities. I brought your dress" she showed me a beautiful one. 

It did not have tiress, but it had so many layers that the skirt part held itself up. The color is a sea blue, which highlights my turquoise eyes and honey blond hair. 

The sleeve is average with minimal lace material on the edge. There are fopur rows of beading at the waist. It is not over-thought at all, it creates an illusion as if the little jewels are flowing towards the ground. 

After I put on this beauty, which, by the way, was quite comfortable despise its appearance, the hairdresser came. I don't understand why my hair is not good the way it is. It falls gently on my shoulders, I like it that way. The pronlem is that my word does not count for much here. 

The woman caught my golden curls in a bun, from which if I pull one out buckle: there was, there isn't. At least I won't have to deal with that anymore. 

Next came the makeup; eyeliner, mascara and a solid lip gloss. 

Finally, I put my mom's necklace around my neck. I won't set foot without it. I hid it under the dress.  My dad isn't a big fan of it, but it means a lot to me. 

As shoes, I wear a pale blue cross-strap sandal. 

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It is early evening, the clock has struck half past six. My father and I stand at the entrance to the castle and welcome the arriving guests. The guards direct them to the ballroom, where they can find anything that they want. The cook is exposed for himself, they don't pay enough for that. 

The ballroom filled with people faster than a sinking ship with water. The event has been going on for a few hours. 

At the beginning, our king said a few words about the fact that there are finally only humans in his city, and then he wished everyone a good time. My duties include dancing with all the male nobles, but of course my father asked my first, as the opening cast. 

My father introduced me to my future husband, with whom we will marry in three days. I know we're thinking the same; why? Well, I'll tell you that I have no right to interfere in this either. 

The king chooses the young man he likes and is able to rule, whom he can sit next to his daughter on the throne. Oh, sorry, I worded it wrong, whom he can sit his daugher next to... 

It is an old law in our country that a woman cannot rule over an entire 'empire' alone, but she will not, since the man manages everything. We are just ornaments... 

Since I am slowly turning 18, it's my turn to prove myself to our country. This also means that I have to participate in an arranged marriage, so I won't be able to experience true love. 

There weren't as many people as I expected, so I dismissed them quickly and retreated to a quieter corner of the room. I'm still drinking one of my strange colored cocktail. It doesn't contain alcohol, but it still distracts me from the bustling crowd. 

When I looked up, a young man was walking towards me. He couldn't have been more than twenty. I saw the light of the chandelier glimmering in his beautiful eyes. He came in front of me, looked into mine with his bright eyes and said: 

"Would you honor me with a dance, Your Highness?" he bowed to me, and I did a little bow too. He held his hand in the air, palm up. I inserted mine as I nodded. 

"Of cousre" I smiled at him. 

He pulled me onto the dance floor, and when they started playing slow music, the waltz began. 

"You shouldn't be the one drinking cocktails in the corner with your beauty. If you allow the question, why were you alone?" he asked. 

"I'm not that social person. I don't like big events. I prefer to read in my room" I replied as he turned me around. "By the way, I don't like formalities, on the other hand you can't be that much older" I said to him, and he nodded in agreement. "Won't you like go to the garden? There is not so much noise there" I offered. 

"Yeah... It would be wonderful" he said in surprise. He didn't expected that I would be in the mood to talk. He brought a new galss, because the drink from the previous one was spilled, and then we went out. He already looked like someone you could trust. He did't came for my money or power. 

How wrong I was... 

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Who could be the stranger who shouldn't have been trusted? 

Niall?

Louis? 

Liam?

Harry?

Zach? 

(see what I did there?)

I'll hurry with the other parts.🍀

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