"Hello," a young maiden's voice echoed through the forest. She walked under the trees with the horse's bridle in her right hand, leading the horse in the direction she was going.

"Do you know the way?" The woman asked the horse with a silly smile. "Of course, you don't," she giggled.

They walked into the forest, the girl looked above her at the trees that sheltered her from the bright sun.

Turning the corner, she was caught by a tree branch. The branch poked the hood of her sweater, causing her to let go of her horse to try to get out of this trap.

"Ugh." she tugged, "It won't budge,"

A howl in the woods was heard by the girl and the horse.

"Oh no, we are not alone." A neigh from the horse and it galloped away.

"Henry," she yelled, "Where are you..." she was interrupted by another howl. She looks toward the sound and back to the horse, but he's long gone. "Ugh." her happy mood is now changed into frustration. Another howl echoes in her ears. Trying to budge out of the tree quicker, the sound of howls seems to be getting closer. She looks back and forth at the walk path.

She tugs once more at her sweater.

She tumbles backward, freed from the branch. She gasps at the contact of the wet mud to her butt. "Ow," she winces. She hears a growl and stands up quickly. "Ow," she winces once more. And begins to stumble in the middle of the path, walking forward as she looks behind her.

Another howl.

The sound of a pack of wolves are marching closer to where she is. Getting worried, she limps faster. She looks forward now seeing a wolf blocking her path in the distance.

"Oh, no," she whispers to herself.

She begins to walk backward, but trips, falling on her head. A scream escapes her lips, and she can only see black.

"Ugh." she rolls to her side, hearing voices.

"Where did you find this girl," An old man's voice asks, harshly.

"She was in the wood," A young man tells him, "Injured," he adds, looking at the wounded girl on the conformable bed.

"You're just trying to make her yours," the man argues, his face bright red.

"No, I'm not," the young man replies, staring at her as she stirs.

"You're in big..."

"Shh..." the young man interrupts. "she's waking up." he moves closer to the bed and sits on the side of the bed.

She stirs, she can only see black, trying to open her eyes. Only seeing a blur. She groans, moving her arms, thinking that she just had a nightmare, but her hands land on a firm one.

Huh?

Her eyes open wide and she stops to stare at the man's blue eyes.

He smiles.

She tries to sit up but the man gently pushes her back.

"Rest, dear," he whispers. The girl looks into his deep eyes and obeys.

Meanwhile, the old man rolls his eyes and huffs out of the room, leaving a sleeping girl...

And a prince, staring.

She wakes up alone in a white bed. She stares up to the ceiling, golden pictures plaster the walls. Forgetting what happened before she was here, she looks around the room some more. Seeing a brown desk, to her left and windows, covered by drapes.

Sitting up on the bed, she hears the sound of paper ruffling. Wondering where the sound came from, she looks towards the bed sheets in worry as she finds a small paper on the bed. She grabs the piece of paper.

As she sits up on the bed, she reads what's written on the paper.

Your clothes for the day are in the dresser to the right,

Please eat afterward in the Great Hall (with me ;))

Huh?

"I am so confused." she quickly stands up. "I need to get out of here." she walks toward the door but stops as she feels pain in her legs. "Ow," she winces, now remembering the incident in the woods, reimagining last night as it flashes through her brain. She sits back down and reads the note again,

seeing she missed a few words.

We'll fix your wounds too.

"This is weird," she whispers, eyeing the place, "What a scam," she says turning her attention to the dresser. She stands up and pushes it open.

"Oh, my," she gasps, looking at the blue evening gown hanging on the rack. She takes it out and smiles.

She places it on the bed.

"What a scam." she giggles out, continuing to believe this is some trick. She looks back at the dresser, seeing golden sketches in the interior of the dresser. She steps closer and strokes it slowly.

"Wow," she smiles and begins to spin, "I'm a princess," she giggles again.

"Oh, my father," The prince says, rolling his eyes.

"Don't 'oh, my' me, boy," he spits back. They sit at the overlarge dining room table, giving each other glares from opposite sides of the table.

"I told you, you have to be the next king by next Memorial." the son's response is a roll of the eyes, "the memorial is a traditional biding of families." the son nods, picking at his food as he slouches. "The families of the whole country..." he babbles on.

The doors open with a loud bang from two maids opening it.

Causing both the men to turn their heads.

A woman walks forward, smiling shyly, wearing her blue simple dress.

"Hello," she mumbles, looking down.

The Prince's eyes gaze at her.

Up & down.

"Sorry for intruding. May I sit?"

"I...I...It's... fine," the older man stammers.

The prince would usually take an occasion, when his father stammers, to be a time to make fun of him, but he too would stammer at her.

"Lovely dress." the older man blushes, looking down.

"Thank you." she sits by the man, but not the prince.

A silence occurs as the maid brings a plate of a full breakfast to the girl.

"Wow," she whispers. "Um... thank you." she smiles, looking at the maid.

The maid doesn't answer and walks away.

The Prince would usually want to flirt with a girl, but with this one, he can't find any words. He usually doesn't care about what a girl does or wants but with this one, he wants to observe every detail. So, he stays silent.

"This place is lovely," she tells the men as she scopes up the potatoes on her plate.

Nobody answers her.

As nobody speaks, you can only hear the sound of her fork scratching the plate.

"Why am I here?" the girl asks, after a few minutes of silence.

The Prince notices her heavy accent and wonders where she is from. He wants her to continue speaking.

"Hello?" she asks, worried.

"Hi," the prince speaks, "What is your name?"

"Um..." she looks down at her plate, "How do I know I can trust you with my name?"

"For goodness sakes, it's just a name," the prince harshly states, blasting his voice loudly.

The girl's eyebrows furry, surprised at his outburst, and the older man glares at him.

"Sorry," he coughs, "I mean, my name is Peter," The Prince says, trying to clear the tension.

The older man decides to tell the girl his name too and grabs her hand.

"My name is John," he says shaking her hand, firmly.

She's now in the bathroom, leaning on the door.

"How weird." she moves more into the bathroom, awwing at the largeness of the room. Seeing the bathroom's mirror extending all the way to the end of the room.

"Wow." she smiles.

Hearing a knock from outside, she turns around.

"Occupied," she says grazing the golden sink.

"I know, it's me...Peter,"

"So," she says, getting sassy. She doesn't quite like him.

"Please, I need to talk to you,"

"Maybe after I use the Lu,"

"Fine,"

She opens a stall door, but her curiosity takes over her, and she decides to open the bathroom's main door instead.

"Yes, sir," she says, bowing, mocking the maid's curtsies.

"Um, I'm confused," he says eyeing her greeting.

"At what," she says, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Nothing,"

"You're weird. May I go to the bathroom? Or do I need your permission to do everything?"

"You don't need my permission."

"Okay," she says and lets go of the door, Reentering the bathroom.

"No, please, I just want to say sorry and I'll bring you back to where you came from and..." he stops talking, his voice silencing from outside the door.

She reopens the door.

"I will fix your wounds," he adds once he finds her gaze.

"No, you can't. You wouldn't know what to do." she shakes her head.

"I mean, not me, the doctors here."

She rolls her eyes, "You're so spoiled,'

"I know," he states, proudly, "And, I love your accent,"

"Hu?" She's caught off guard by his compliment as she makes a confused face, appalled by this sudden gesture.

"Where is it from,"

"My accent?" she giggles, "My accent's from my mouth,"

"I know that." She begins to laugh, causing him to chuckle along. He stares at her beauty as she laughs.

"God, you're beautiful,"

She stops laughing at impulse and stares into his eyes. She slowly smiles.

"I mean," the Prince tries to cover up what he said, but he stops trying to come up with something when he sees her smiling. "What?" He asks.

She chuckles softly and turns around.

She's about to close the door but then she turns her head to the side.

"My name is Belle."