*The kids just were told about the arrangement, and that the wedding was in about a week. They said they were going to give them some 'bonding' time, which is really just locking them outside in the palace garden. It's about one o'clock and the weather is rather perfect.*
Ariella was sitting down on the grass, scribbled in her small notebook. Her hand was moving so fast, it seemed blurry. This was outrageous. Preposterous. It couldn't be. Ariella knew her mother was a bit cruel, but this? It must have been a dream. Her hand pressed down harder on the notebook.
Impossible, Was written several times, in poor handwriting.
There was a sudden snap. Her pencil had broken. Pausing, she starred at her pencil for about a second or two, before setting it down. Pushing her wavy brown hair behind her ears, she looked up.
"..I-I'm Ariella. S-sorry, that's just my way of venting..."
She started to look down again.