Every decision in life results in a consequence. Life itself has a consequence. When two different options present itself to one, sub-consciously a decision is already made. What if that choice was between two forces you simply had no control over, for if you did, you would never be in this position right now.
Kitana ran as fast as she could, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, the mist of her breath lightly falling onto her clenched fists each time it crossed her chest. The more distance she gained the easier this race would be. Running was so easy, it came so naturally to her, after all she had spent her entire childhood running. Being a princess was no joke, the pink and puffy image created on television was nothing at all like the true life of a princess.
Day in and day out a new suitor was brought in, each time she declined. This was her daily schedule since the age of 14, however since the age of 13 her eyes had already fallen on another. His sparkling eyes and gleaming smile sliced straight through her. He carved a letter in her heart each time she caught his gaze, slowly but surely his name became imprinted on her heart, whether she resisted or not it would not matter, her heart belonged to him.
What was the problem? Not that she adhered to the social ladder or the rules separating peasants from royalty, but this was not even like that. He was royalty, he was intelligent and compassionate, he was perfect. Everything about him set her heart alight, from his kind heart to his warm smile, everything she had heard about him all proved that her first impression was spot on. He really was an intellectual individual, he truly cared about his people as well as animals and everything else that was important to her.
He did not know it yet but he loved everything she did, and represented all that she stood for. All she could think about was him.
Prince Kian saw her across the room from him, typical scenario from a classic love story, yet so different at the same time. This time the violins did not play, the room did not start to spin nor did everyone disappear. Instead, the room went silent, the room stood still and everyone moved in slow motion, except her of-course, she moved at a graceful pace coming closer towards him without even realising that he existed. Her face was a perfect replica of a beautiful porcelain doll, her cheeks just the perfect blush of pink, her lips the softest pink and her eyes the darkest black. Was she manufactured?
What a ridiculous thought, but her beauty was really that astounding. She paced around all by herself, interacting with passerby’s on a physical level however remaining emotionally disengaged. Her eyes signalled sadness, her movement mirrored his, three steps and a nod at someone or the other, an uncertain glance and another three paces. Was his movement really the same as hers or was he subconsciously mimicking her. For the first time that night his attention was drawn away from her, in a split second a shadow crossed her path. His eyes followed the quick-moving shape to a statue, the shadow removed the sword on display and flung it at her.
Meeting him under such strange circumstances made the bond all the more firm. How he had managed to save her life in a moment was beyond her. He had knocked her to the ground before she even realised that she was in any danger. That fall to the ground was henceforth used as her metaphor for when she fell for him.
She looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, he had a look of bewilderment, she placed her hand onto his tensed up shoulder, she felt his gaze easing and slowly his tension became an eased lock of protectiveness. He helped her up and remained silent all through her questioning about what had happened, who tried to kill her, how did he see it coming, who he was and the list went on. Kitana babbled when nervous, although her racing heart made it hard for her to keep track of her babble.
He put his strong-arm around her shoulder and guided her away from all the people. He looked at her intensely, unable to speak and completely frozen Kitana tapped his hand, trying to be gentle while trying to shake him out of his daze. He suddenly snapped out of it, and grabbed her, his arms locked tightly around her tiny frame. At first she resisted but slowly melted into his embrace, somehow this felt like it was right, like those arms were meant to be around her at that specific moment, it was the safest place anyway nothing wrong with a bit of security from a gorgeous blue-eyed boy, who just happened to be your hero….
