Forbidden Love.

[This role play is reserved for SecretSpirit.]

This role play is going to be about a forbidden love. It is pretty basic, but here is th story line. A prince and a princess meet somewhere and they easily become attached, then reveal their feelings to each other. After that, they discover that both their fathers hate one another and they must see each other in secret otherwise it will cause war through both castles until the death.

Zanna walked down the castle corridors, doing a few, dazzling-to-look-at twirls on her way, watching as the guards laid their watchful eyes on her, unable to peel their eyes from her irresistible beauty until she left their sight. Chuckling with raw amusement, she skipped into the main room where her mother and father sat in the main room, speaking in a conversation. Her mother, Queen Abi looked up and smiled sadly at her daughter, folding her hands in her lap while King Dominic grunted and clenched his jaw, not able to meet the princess's eyes. "Whats wrong?" Zanna asked, while her mother rose from the posh-looking seat and gestured to her out on the balcony.
Queen Abi sighed heavily and leaned on the balcony rail, looking over at the distant mountains. "Zanna.. Belle died last night.." Her mother trailed off and exploded into tears, kneeling down while she weeped.
Zanna's jaw dropped unbelieveably. Her sister.. Belle.. This couldn't be happening, no way! But her mother was crying so hysterically, so sadly at her feet and there was barely anything to do about it. Wishing someone would pinch her so she would awaken from this dream, she stumbled back inside and ran down the corridors at an incredible speed, kicking her heels off on the way. Zanna sprinted outside and grabbed her horse, Keely, vaulting onto the bareback mare and urging her into a gallop into the woods, tears streaming down her face. Feeling emotions swell around in her chest, Zanna buried her face into Keely's brown mane, sobbing quietly as they sped into an unknown area.

Erik walked through the castle corridors with an unusual speed to his stride, greeting fellow castle-dwellers as he went. "Good morning!" he would say cheerfully to a passing man, and in return would receive a polite dip of the hat. Today was a good day, he decided, looking outside a castle window before turning to hurry down a flight of narrow stairs. Sunny and bright without a cloud in the sky. "I'm going out!" he called to a maid as he exited the castle through the large, welcoming wooden doors. "Don't be late for supper!" was his only reply, and chuckling to himself, the prince broke into a brisk jog.

His steed was awaiting him,already saddled - a silvery stallion whose official name was Storm Rider, but Erik had nicknamed him Storm the moment it was given to him. "Thank you!" he called to the stable head as he mounted the horse effortlessly and began to trot out of the stable. Once clear of the stable, he loosed the reins and gave the stallion freedom. Personally he had no idea where to go nor where they were going, as Storm knew these parts better than Erik himself, and so the prince found trust in the horse. Soon they were in the deep woods, just outside the castle's grounds. Erik dismounted, leading the tired out stallion, and began exploring. "Well," he said aloud, talking to Storm more than anything. "Looks as if we're rather lost. That's a shame. Oh well. You know the way home, don't you boy?" In response, Erik received a soft snort and curiosity began to set in. Where were they? Would they ever get out? The questions simply piqued Erik's curiosity rather than panic, so the horse and boy continued in their trek.

Rasing her head from Keely's dark mane at the sound of hoofbeats, she looked around, curious to see who was out there. The rhythmic beats were getting louder and louder and she could now see a horse heading towards them. She slowed Keely and watched them, wandering what they were doing, who they were and where they were going. Zanna was actually lost, but she wasn't supposed to know her way around the forest! Sighing quietly to herself, she slowed her mare to a canter in hope that they would also slow. Zanna could now see that the human riding was a male, he looked quite handsome too. A smirk pulled at her lips nervously.

Erik patted Storm's neck as the stallion skittered slightly. "Shhh. It's okay." he soothed, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "Man are we busted if we aren't back in time and Dad finds out..."

He heard hooves pounding the ground at a fast and steady pace. So the horse was cantering, Erik guessed. He was a rather good horseman and knew this kind of thing. He kept walking with Storm, undeterred, and saw that it was a mare with a rather beautiful lady on its back. Most likely a princess, from her outfit. A slight smile crossed his face and he raised a hand in greeting, wondering whether or not she'd stop.

Zanna waved in greeting as she say the guy's hand start to wave. She couldn't help but smile. She pulled lightly on the reins and Keely slowed to a walk, her ears pricking as they travelled towards the pair.
Once close enough, Zanna halted her mare but didn't dismount, this guy looked awfully like the prince from - she couldn't remember the castle's name! - the castle that her father greatly disliked. Feeling hesitant, she wasn't sure what to say or if she should speak to him. "Hello, I'm Zanna.. Princess Zanna," She said quietly, slightly hesitant.

Erik smiled brightly despite her shyness. He was, to be honest, a bit shy himself; after all, Zanna was a very pretty princess.
"Prince Erik." he replied, bowing his head slightly. She looked awfully familiar, but since his father didn't exactly think that his son was 'up-to-standards' in battle technique, he didn't get the chance to see many of their enemies. Or daughters of their enemies. But this girl... Princess Zanna... reminded him of someone. Wasn't that the name of the daughter of that king - Dominic, was it? - that was currently one of his father's major worst enemies. Which was saying something, since the King Alexander had a long list of rivals. But Erik, being a peacekeeper most unlike his father, saw no reason to put that rivalry onto the princess. She was probably a wonderful person.
"Zanna." he repeated her name and smiled. "That's a pretty name."