Indigo. Damn, why did he have to be a servant? And why was it that he never noticed the way I looked at him? He was so handsome that I cried inside each time I saw him, so polite that I half-wondered if he wasn't a prince and so patient when I was in one of my moods that I wanted him to be some sort of counsellor from which I could seek support. Of course counselling wasn't all I wanted in a me and him situation...

This morning, he looked stunning with his chocolate brown hair and his wonderful hazel eyes which melted my insides shining in the golden sunlight. He seemed to have a glowing halo of light around him (that only I could see). He walked up to me (I had long ago allowed him access to my chambers) and held out a tiara on a magnificent crimson cushion. I took the pillow as he bowed (something I wished he wouldn't do) and sighed to myself.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Your Highness?"

Sighing again, this time in frustration and longing, I replied "No, Indigo, and I told you, call me Tianna."

Indigo's brow furrowed. "But I can't - you're higher than me, it would be disrespectful..."

"Sh," I mumbled, hating to give him any sort of command.

"Sorry," he apologised, bowing again.

"Please don't apologise. Could you give me some time alone?"

"Of course, Your Highness. Ring the bell when you need me again."

I nodded, distracted by my thoughts.

He left the room, bowing as he shut the door.

I put the cushion on my bed and lifted the tiara. I put it on my head and was shocked as I felt a ... shift. Next thing I knew, I was standing on Lone Cliff, surrounded by a group of total strangers.

Had I been kidnapped by evil sorcerers? Did they mean me harm? Even if they didn't, I started screaming. It was the only way I would get rescued.

The End

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