love is a battlefield {pafp}

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Your guy is a prince, his father the king of a large kingdom. This King is quite bloodthirsty, and power hungry. He teams up with a nearby smaller village, ruled by a chief rather than a king, and uses them to help him take over the other nearby kingdom.
My girl is the princess of this kingdom. During the attack, the girl loses her father (mother died long ago, she was an only child). They kill her friends, and the man that the princess was just starting to fall for. They keep the princess alive though, and the King announces that his son and her will marry, thinking it is a good way to keep the people of my girls kingdom happy, less angry about him taking over.
Of course, my girl is NOT happy with this arrangement and absolutely hates your guy, because everyone she cared about is dead. Your guy doesnt exactly agree with his father either, but he cannot oppose him because he is both king and his father. Eventually the develop a bit of a friendship, maybe even more, all while in the midst of getting caught up in a plot to rebel against the new king. Will their love survive?

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There had been rumors that the King nearby was planning an attack on her kingdom, but Artemis's father was convinced his army was undefeatable, and much larger. But her father didn't expect the other King to team up with the cbif of a nearby village called Mytica, increasing the numbers of his army.
It had been a blood bath, especially when they breached Artemis's castle walls. She watched as her father was killed, her lover, and friends as well as she ran off to find somewhere to hide. There were hidden passages the enemy didn't know about, so she hid in a secret room, weeping over the loss of her loved ones. She eventually tried to get out, escape and run away but they found her, and locked her in her room.
The King came eventually and explained to her what was going on, and then that she needed to get all nice and dressed up and come with him. Artemis had spat at his feet and laughed, saying she would do no such thing, and begged him to kill her too. He wouldn't do that though, because her being alive was necessary, it would show he had some mercy, and that he cared for the people of the kingdom he'd taken over, sparing their princess.
Maids came in then, and they pretty much dressed her up for her as Artemis sat there like a doll, feeling hollow and empty. Then guards led her to a balcony, where the kingdom was gathered on the streets by the castle. The King's son was there, and the young princess glared at him, before shifting her gaze away.
The King was already talking, blabbering on about his plans and how he was uniting two great kingdoms. Then the worst news of all came, as the King announced that he would further be uniting the kingdoms by having her marry his son, Charles. Artemis's face went pale, and she glanced over at the young man again, feeling sick. She backed away, how could she be asked to marry the enemy? Guards behind her pushed her back forwards, and Artemis couldn't help but shake. Finally, the king bid his farewells and they headed back inside the castle, and Artemis turned to the King. "I - I must return to my rooms, I feel ill," she stated and then dashed off, throwing the doors open to her room and closing them shut quickly before breaking into sobs again. She had lost so much - too much.

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[No that's fine! Mine was super long too].

Artemis began to...over react a bit. She threw a pillow across the room, and it hit something that fell over and smashed into pieces. It might have been one of her small mirrors by her vanity. She let out a scream of frustration and stared at the fragments of the broken reflective surface. Yes, her life was like that mirror. Shattered into a million pieces.
None of this was fair, and she felt anger burning inside her, vengeance, wanting to take back what was hers. But there was no possible way she could do anything while she was practically held prisoner in her own home. She went and sat on the bed for a while, done with crying, but now filled with rage. Eventually she stood back up and pulled off the dress she had, slipping on a more comfortable one, one without a pressing corset. It made things easier to breathe. The young woman decided to leave, head to her favorite place in the castle, and she made her way to the door when there was a knock.
Frowning, she opened the door, to see who it was. Her frown deepened at the sight of Charles, the prince. "Great, just the person I wanted to see," her voice was heavy with sarcasm, and she pushed past him, shutting the door behind her as she began to walk down the hall. She didn't care whether or not he followed, but it seemed he had something he wanted to say, so she didn't care what he did. Artemis wiped at her eyes though, needing to appear strong to everyone else at the castle, while, behind closed doors her heart was broken.

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Artemis stopped as he ran in front of her, blocking her way. It annoyed her how desperate he sounded, and only to assure her how sorry he was for all of this. She laughed - actually laughed - but it was bitter and lacked any joy at all. "That is very empathetic of you, prince," she shook her head and glanced away from him looking into her eyes. "But your petty apologies won't bring my father back, my friends back, my kingdom..." she said and ran a hand through her hair and stepped around him. "Your apology means nothing to me," she narrowed her eyes, gaze full of pain, before she kept walking down the hall, not as angry as before - just defeated. She felt extremely hopeless.

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There was relief when the prince didn't follow her again. Perhaps she had been too harsh, after all it was his father who planned the whole thing. But who knew ? Maybe he helped his father strategize. She couldn't trust anyone at thus point. The young woman moved through the halls softly, and if she encountered any guards she avoided eye contact. None of them seemed to bother her though. Their emblems were of the other kingdom, and she missed seeing the emblem of her kingdom plastered on the guards uniforms. This wasn't home anymore. The young woman found the music room, and was glad it was empty. She hurried over to the piano, relaxing on the bench. The piano was her only friend here - the only thing she had left to love - music. They couldn't take that away from her too. Artemis carefully placed her hands over the keys and played a song quietly, one she remembered her mother teaching her when she was very young, before the woman died of disease. It was a sad song, but beautiful and long, and Artemis kept playing and playing, forgetting about everything that had happened.

[Hmm yeah! Either one]

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Artemis played until her hands hurt, until they were sore and aching, just like the rest of her soul. She stood and made her way back to her chambers where she crawled into bed. She tried not to cry herself to sleep, but the tears came anyways. She cursed herself, because Artemis knew she was stronger than this, could be stronger than this. This family would pay for what they'd taken from her, that she made sure of. Sleep came eventually, much later than she thought, so it wasn't a surprise when she woke late in the morning.
Actually, she didn't even wake up, until a knock on the door came. Artemis rolled over and sighed, getting to her feet, shuffling over the door. She had been planning to go to breakfast that morning, to try and prove to the king and queen and the prince that she was not about to let herself be stomped on, wouldn't let them think she was a coward. But, it would seem she was a little too late for that.
Artemis opened the door a bit, thinking it was a maid coming to get her ready, but there was no one, side for a tray of food. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, and glanced around. "Hello?" she called, wondering who dropped this off and if it was safe to eat. "This better not be poisoned," she said and bent down to pick it all up and take it inside. She tried to shut the door with her foot but missed and sighed, letting it stay ajar as she headed over to a small table in her chambers, sitting down. She sniffed the food carefully, worried some one might have tainted it. But then again maybe this was how they served food to each other in Charles's kingdom. Artemis took a bite of a roll, and swallowed, waiting a few minutes. When she didn't fall over dead or start to feel ill, she continued eating.

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Artemis sat there in her room - rather unlady like eating all that food. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't actually eaten in a day maybe. So this...this food was heaven to her. She wished she knew what servant came and brought the good to thank them. The young woman finished quickly, stood up, grabbed her hair brush, and brushed through her black locks, staring out the window. Her view was of the village beyond, a beautiful view of the trees, valleys, and mountains in the far distance. No longer was it hers...
As she brushed her hair, Artemis heard the sound of a piano playing, and she froze. Who...who was touching the piano? She spun around quickly and tossed her brush on her vanity, leaving her room - shoeless and still in her nightgown. As she reached the doorway of the music room, rage filled her at the sight of the prince at the piano, playing a song. Artemis wanted to scream at him. Last night she had been happy to have music, the only thing left, and here was the prince, doing the same as she. Could nothing be sacred to her? But complaining and yelling at the prince for that was childish. It wasn't like she could ask him not to play, clearly he had been playing perhaps as long as her.
Yesterday the prince did seem genuinely sorry for what had happened to her, and she supposed she didn't need to treat the prince such harshly. Still, he was the enemy. Artemis shuffled over and sat down on the bench next to him, watching him play, the music being made from his fingertips. He seemed to be enjoying himself greatly.

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Artemis narrowed her eyes as he moved over on the bench and shifted his playing towards his side of the piano. He was inviting her to play with him? That was so odd, a strange kind of gesture. Still, the music called to her, and she couldn't help but lift her hands to the keys and play along. She knew the song, but didn't remember it exactly, and it took her a while to find the melody and match along with him. It sounded nice put together - sounded the way it should be.
The princess pulled her hands away though when he made changed the tempo of the song, and she just watched instead. He played a little differently then her, his hands moving differently. But she figured everyone was probably different. It was weird, sitting there, because yesterday she had been an emotional mess. Sad, angry, enraged, sad again. Now she felt drained, and yet calm at the same time. Especially now with the music playing, it was always something that relaxed her.
"Who taught you to play?" Artemis asked.