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Felicity had always known that there was something strange about the prince from Titeria. The way he looked, the way he spoke, the way he moved…everything was just so alien. The fifteen year old girl had never even seen a person remotely like him. Everyone in Fuoco and Emerald looked alike, with their dark hair long and cut neatly, and sharp looking clothes that just screamed conformity. Of course, Felicity was one of those people, wearing her curly, dark auburn hair in a neat bun and dressing nicely in too-expensive clothing that stole her breath each time they were put on. She would walk down the streets of Loveridge with a straight back and painfully tight dress, head held high and dignity overflowing…just like everyone else. She was a conformist, despite her best efforts to change it, and as long as her family held its royal position she could do nothing but play the role of a doll.

Daniel Courageux, though, was completely different in every way imaginable. The seventeen year old dressed in what Felicity knew to be human clothing, consisting of pants made of a rough, blue fabric; shirts with short sleeves and strange things written on the soft cotton which the shirt was made; these hideous things called sneakers. His hair was as messy as a pig pen, but it was a beautiful shade of brown, like dark chocolate melted onto the golden locks peeping from his scalp. The ends of his hair were royal purple, certainly an eyesore for anyone accustomed to the traditional ways. He had even managed to make his bangs as blond as a light elemental’s a few weeks after Felicity was introduced to the interesting fellow. But, Daniel was attractive nonetheless, in a messy, human sort of way. His skin was as pale as moonlight, eyes blue like the water the mermaids controlled. He had a strong jaw and crooked smile that made dimples appear on either side of his unique face. He had a childish air to him, especially when he laughed cheerfully from his chest, but Felicity knew him to be a trickster and deceiver. Many times the prince had played a sort of rude prank on the princess that usually ended with the redhead flushed in the face and wishing she never met the boy.

That didn’t stop her from noticing his every movement, every word, and every detail of his body with curiosity.

Once every few months, since Felicity was fourteen, the family from the other fire kingdom would come to stay in the palace at Fuoco for purely diplomatic purposes. Seeing as how neither King nor Queen Courageux trusted their son alone in a palace full of easily-smitten housemaids, Daniel was brought along for the trip. This did not put Felicity in a very good mood most times and it resulted in her locking herself in her house of a room until a strict maidservant nearly dragged her downstairs for supper. Then, she was left to sigh and draw the back of his head on stray pieces of parchment for the rest of their visit. These actions’ true purposes weren’t evident to her conscious mind, though. She told herself every second of the day that she despised the boy and his differences and that she was merely trying to think of ways to make the back of his head look like a pile of dog dung when she drew on her paper. That notion made her maidservant, Polgarth, laugh till she nearly fell over onto the princess’ flaming red loveseat. And that action made Felicity groan angrily and throw meaningless curses at the milky skinned girl.

This teasing would go on for a few more days till the Courageux family bid farewell and finally left, much to Felicity’s relief and slight displeasure. She’d go to bed that night finding herself missing the soft humming of music that traveled into her room from the guest chamber Daniel had been staying in all those days. There was an empty feeling in her stomach when she woke up that next morning to find that there was no crazy prince outside her window in the garden, singing softly to himself tunes she did not recognize. To make herself feel better, she’d sing parts of his songs that she remembered while she bathed and dressed. For some odd reason, none of this made her wonder if she was falling in deep, irrevocable love with the strange prince.

Like that could really happen.

Description
Prologue

Felicity had always known that there was something strange about the prince from Titeria. The way he looked, the way he spoke, the way he moved…everything was just so alien. The fifteen year old girl had never even seen a person remotely like him. Everyone in Fuoco and Emerald looked alike, with their dark hair long and cut neatly, and sharp looking clothes that just screamed conformity. Of course, Felicity was one of those people, wearing her curly, dark auburn hair in a neat bun and dressing nicely in too-expensive clothing that stole her breath each time they were put on. She would walk down the streets of Loveridge with a straight back and painfully tight dress, head held high and dignity overflowing…just like everyone else. She was a conformist, despite her best efforts to change it, and as long as her family held its royal position she could do nothing but play the role of a doll.

Daniel Courageux, though, was completely different in every way imaginable. The seventeen year old dressed in what Felicity knew to be human clothing, consisting of pants made of a rough, blue fabric; shirts with short sleeves and strange things written on the soft cotton which the shirt was made; these hideous things called sneakers. His hair was as messy as a pig pen, but it was a beautiful shade of brown, like dark chocolate melted onto the golden locks peeping from his scalp. The ends of his hair were royal purple, certainly an eyesore for anyone accustomed to the traditional ways. He had even managed to make his bangs as blond as a light elemental’s a few weeks after Felicity was introduced to the interesting fellow. But, Daniel was attractive nonetheless, in a messy, human sort of way. His skin was as pale as moonlight, eyes blue like the water the mermaids controlled. He had a strong jaw and crooked smile that made dimples appear on either side of his unique face. He had a childish air to him, especially when he laughed cheerfully from his chest, but Felicity knew him to be a trickster and deceiver. Many times the prince had played a sort of rude prank on the princess that usually ended with the redhead flushed in the face and wishing she never met the boy.

That didn’t stop her from noticing his every movement, every word, and every detail of his body with curiosity.

Once every few months, since Felicity was fourteen, the family from the other fire kingdom would come to stay in the palace at Fuoco for purely diplomatic purposes. Seeing as how neither King nor Queen Courageux trusted their son alone in a palace full of easily-smitten housemaids, Daniel was brought along for the trip. This did not put Felicity in a very good mood most times and it resulted in her locking herself in her house of a room until a strict maidservant nearly dragged her downstairs for supper. Then, she was left to sigh and draw the back of his head on stray pieces of parchment for the rest of their visit. These actions’ true purposes weren’t evident to her conscious mind, though. She told herself every second of the day that she despised the boy and his differences and that she was merely trying to think of ways to make the back of his head look like a pile of dog dung when she drew on her paper. That notion made her maidservant, Polgarth, laugh till she nearly fell over onto the princess’ flaming red loveseat. And that action made Felicity groan angrily and throw meaningless curses at the milky skinned girl.

This teasing would go on for a few more days till the Courageux family bid farewell and finally left, much to Felicity’s relief and slight displeasure. She’d go to bed that night finding herself missing the soft humming of music that traveled into her room from the guest chamber Daniel had been staying in all those days. There was an empty feeling in her stomach when she woke up that next morning to find that there was no crazy prince outside her window in the garden, singing softly to himself tunes she did not recognize. To make herself feel better, she’d sing parts of his songs that she remembered while she bathed and dressed. For some odd reason, none of this made her wonder if she was falling in deep, irrevocable love with the strange prince.

Like that could really happen.