Two families. Two kingdoms. A war that has lasted a century.

A hatred unending until there was two. A prince and princess born of royalty, to continue the grudge, only to be defeated by something much greater than themselves.

A Pair of Star Crossed Lovers. <3






Isabella Castille, born and raised a warrior princess, meant to fight for her family and finally defeat their bitterest enemy. She was a force to be reckoned with during the best of times, and a terror during the worst. Their enemies feared the sight of her on the battlefield, for with slash of sword and crack of whip she could defeat the strongest of men.

Isabella was not only known for her strength and prowess, but also for her enchanting beauty. Hair like spun gold, a body toned from practice and battle, she looked delicate and yet fierce, a combination alluring and enchanting in a woman.

She never thought she’d ever be in this situation. The Castille princess did not let these things happen. Yet, there she was, locked in the enemy dungeon, waiting to find out what the barbarians would do to her now. It was supposed to be an easy mission. Free some of her captured men from a battle outpost, but they had been waiting for her and her small band. Killing many and capturing her, taking her back to the capital within the enemy kingdom. She didn’t expect to make it out of this alive. Such a hope was too much for the battle hardened princess. But she was determined to take as many down with her as she could.

She could hear footsteps above her, and the muffled sound of voices before the clanking of the iron door opening cast a beam of light on her bruised and battered face. Even with one eye covered by her blonde hair, chained to the wall, and without a weapon, Isabella glared at the offending figure that stood in the doorway. If she had a blade she would have run him through the moment he stepped into the light and showed his face.

The Prince of the royal family.

((OKay! So pretty simple. This is a cross between Taylor Swift's song Love Story and Shakespeares Romeo and Juliet, except this wont have both of them dead at the end. Or will it? Who knows! I need a prince though. So please join!))

Prince Elif M. Elsalvaren's of Prusu Country was not just a handsome young twenty something with a royal title. He was also a Knight. A teacher, and the very last of his lineage. For many centuries the age old battles between two distinct countries. It was Servus Lee Elsalvaren who wished to usurp this country after a failed attempt at Aeris Country. It's utmost, powerful army was no match for the ill planned, blindly charging into a seemingly barren land as Aeris -not counting the terrible mistake of underestimation. But with a new generation, came new rules. Elif was going to change the country, make it safer, secure, prosperous and strong. Just as soon as he settled the score with the family grudge.

Truth be said, he was tired of it and just wondered if a peace treaty could be made of some sort. However King Servus's former associates were appalled by the mere mention of such an idea. They even questioned the young man's ability to lead the nation just as his father wished. But what about what Elif wished?

The prince's strong, facial features alit beneath the moonlight's faint glow. Highlighting the hints of a definate frown that threatened to change his usually very composed expression.

His knights hadn't captured an ordinary, single enemy, but someone of very high interest -The Daughter of Castille. Princess Isabella.

What a wonderous prize in his favor, a way to dupe the country off its gold in return for the safety of the people's most cherished and beloved princess.

Was Elif in the mood for a typical ransom? No. Not really.

"Aren't we lucky to have catched her Your Majesty? She's a slippery one, though." Expressed a knight, closing the heavy, stone door behind him.

"Why did you handle her so recklessly? This was supposed to be a simple kidnapping -no one was to get hurt."

Elif said, gazing quite disapprovingly at his prisoner. He then sighed, "I guess some things don't turn out as smoothly from chess board to real life."