Princess Evelyn Maria Forge sat in her room, staring out of a window. Book in hand, Evelyn, or Evel as she preferred to be called, couldn't believe that she was 18. Time seemed to have flown by so quickly, she couldn't even realize it. It seemed like just yesterday she was running around with the other servant boys, playing and laughing. She pushed a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. It had grown much longer than it was when she was younger, when she still sported that short hair. She had always roughhoused with the boys, told her father she was going to be a king just like him. Her mother set her right really quickly, telling her exactly how a princess should and shouldn't act. Green eyes stared out at the training grounds. How she longed to hold a bow in her hands again. Her tan hand held onto the book slightly tighter as she watched the soldiers train for the day. Suddenly, the princess stood up from her chair, moving quickly over to the looking glass. The girl was short, though that didn't seem to detract too much from her graceful movements. Those were instilled after many lessons with her mother. She stared at the reflection, green eyes trained back at her. Today she was going to be given to the man who had saved her all those years ago. She couldn't remember what he looked like, who he was, or even if he had a name. All she remembered was that suffocating feeling and those strong arms pulling her out of the raging waters. She hadn't been able to go near deep waters such as those ever since. Evel pulled her hair over her shoulder, starting to braid it. She should be happy, she supposed. She was getting married. Her mother and father seemed to like to remind her that, though her father often wore a scowl on his face at the mention of the whole event. However, he had said anything in the kingdom. He should be glad it wasn't his own wife that was taken, not just an heir. "Princess Evelyn?" A guard knocked on the door, interrupting the girl's train of thought. "Someone has just arrived for an audience for your father. I was sent to get you. Are you ready?" Evel quickly took the small tiara off of her vanity and put it on. "Yes, I'll be right there." She quickly moved to open the door and leave. It was time to face the rest of her life. After all, it was her birthday.