To call upon a Fairy Godmother, (also known as, Fairy Guardians), you have to just wish for something.

And, bippity boppity boo, you have your fairy.

So here I am, sitting on my four-poster bed in the highest tower of the castle, wishing for a Fairy Godmother.

I stared at the stone wall across from me, resting my chin on my hands. I heard a polite cough from behind me. I turned around, blinking at the person before me.

The man that stood before me was probably over six feet tall (I'm guessing, because Gabriel was six feet, and this man was taller), with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. I stood up, curtsying politely.

"Hi," I said awkwardly, seeing his bored expression, "Are…are you my Fairy G-"

"If you say Godmother, I think I'm going to smack you." I looked into his blue eyes, which looked angry, but his tone was dry. I smiled.

"I was going to say Guardian," He was actually kind of amusing, "but in this case…" I trailed off. The anger in his eyes seemed to dissipate. I looked him over once again.

He was muscular, but not overly so, and tall. Really tall. And I had over-looked the translucent wings that sprouted from his back. I blinked at them; they were so…beautiful. Gasping softly, I reached out to touch one. He smacked my hand away.

"Your Highness," He said in this sarcastic voice, "You called upon me?"

And this was a very strange occurrence, if you were wondering.

Most Fairies were kind, gentle, and very abiding. It was in their nature to be nurturing, to whomever.

"Yes, I need your help-"

"Don't you dare ask me to pick between ball gowns." His voice was angry again, and I had suddenly realized that I didn't know his name.

"What's your name?" I asked, highly amused with the way he was talking to me. No one ever had really back talked to a princess before. "And I wasn't going to ask you for fashion advice." I added wryly.

He wasn't really amused. "My name," he said, "is Domenic Felix. And if you weren't looking for fashion advice then what do you want? Because honestly, I don't want to be dealing with another Princesses meltdown." I was about to interrupt, but he kept talking. "You spoiled princesses really need to get lives. Or brains. Or both!" I had to hold back a laugh, but at the same time felt somewhat offended.

Did he really think all Princesses were the same?

"I can assure you, Domenic, that I am not having a melt down, or in need of fashion advice." I tried to soothe over his angry persona, but it wasn't quite working. He studied me for a moment.

"You're from Queen Aurora's lineage, aren't you?" I nodded, smiling at him. He snorted. "You Princesses are all the same. Spoiled. You wouldn't know hard work if it came up and did a jig in your face singing, 'I'm hard work!'" I had to laugh at that. "And another thing! You think you guys have it so tough, trying to decide what to wear to the next ball, what to do about your mismatching pillows. You disgust me." Domenic sneered.

Now I couldn't laugh. I was too indignant.

"Excuse me," I started, "For your information, not all Princesses are the same. I just called upon you to ask what to do about the fact that Prince Gabriel has another girlfriend, and I'm not in love with him! If you don't think that's a problem, then please leave. I can't stand to be offended once again in my own room." I pointed at the door. Domenic looked from me to the door with some impressed look on his face.

"Fine," He sounded like he was trying to swallow rocks, "I'll help you. Now, explain the situation again?" I quirked my eyebrow, but sat back down on the bed, patting the place next to me.

"My…Prince Charming," I made a face, but not knowing how else to put it, "is supposed to marry me on my seventeenth birthday." His eyebrows went up at that.

"Seventeenth? You mean sixteenth." I shook my head.

"No, seventeenth. Except about a month ago, I walked in on him…getting personal with a maid from the kitchens." I smiled, remembering the scene. "So, now I'm at a loss of what to do." Domenic sat quietly for a second.

"You don't seem too torn up that your Prince doesn't love you." I rolled my eyes.

"Like I said before, I'm not in love with him." He raised his eyebrows again.

"That's impossible. You're told at birth who you fall in love with." I had nothing to say to this. I didn't really know how I can't be in love with him. If the seers saw us together, then we're put together. I shrugged my shoulders and sighed.

"I have no explanation for it, honestly. I don't love him." He didn't say anything for a minute.

"We have to ask the King, then." I shot out of my place on the bed.

"We most certainly do not have to ask my father." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. He snorted again, mimicking my stance.

"Well then who do you suggest asking?" I opened my mouth, then closed it, shrugging.

"Fine. Be my guest." He smirked, and I turned away, looking out the window. When I turned back to look at him, he was gone.

I sighed. Should I wait here? Or go find him and talk with my father with him…? I bit my lip, walking across the room toward the vanity. I sat down, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I flicked my annoyingly perfect hair back and sighed.

My complexion was clear and fair, and my hair was the color of a golden sunflower. My eyes were a vibrant green, like fresh cut grass. I snorted (most un-lady like, I know) and buried my face in my hands.

A knock at my door sounded and I rose, adjusting my white gown. "Come in." I called.

My father entered the room, quickly followed by Domenic. I blinked, that was fairly fast.

There was an awkward silence before Domenic broke it.

"Your highness," And he bowed. I resisted the urge to laugh. He was not so formal about ten minutes ago.

I curtsied back.

"I have spoken with the King about this predicament," He nodded toward the King, "and he will explain to you the situation. As for now, I hope we meet again some time." I mentally frowned. He's leaving? He just got here.

"Thank you, sir. You have greatly assisted me. For this, I am quite grateful." He nodded, and with a swirl of glitter, he was gone. My father stared at me for a moment before smiling.

"Please, daughter, sit down." I took my seat at the vanity while he stood above me. "You have always known our ways, right, dear?" I nodded. "The seers had told me when you were born that they didn't know who would be your intended. They had said you had the power to create your own destiny." I bit my lip.

"I'm afraid I do not understand." I gathered a strand of my hair, twirling in my fingers. "Then how am I engaged to Prince Gabriel?" My father sighed.

"The White family had graciously passed the opportunity for their son to marry his intended, a beautiful peasant girl, for the chance to marry you. Both families would be in an alliance, and it would be a…a wonderful opportunity for both of you." I frowned.

"I do not love Prince Gabriel." The King's stare hardened.

"This is not about love, my child. It is about diplomacy. Since the seers had no intended for you, and the White family was gladly offering their son and an alliance, it was the best decision for our Kingdom." I turned away, feeling like I had been slapped.

I nodded however, "Yes, father. I understand." He nodded.

"Good. There is a ball coming up soon, my child, you will attend." I nodded obediently.

"Yes, father." He nodded again, before turning out and walking out of the room.

Oh, dear. My eyes flooded with tears, but I refused to cry. Shaking my head, I got up toward my closet.

You see, I have no servants or maids that tend to me. I have no need of them. The only reason I need them is when I awaken in the morning, and before I sleep at night. I have two guards outside my room, one that guards the door, and one that guards the doorway.

I wanted to escape. I need to escape. I don't want to marry any stupid Prince Gabriel, even though he is handsome.

I shut my eyes tightly, leaning my forehead against the closet door.

"Don't cry, Princess." I heard a soft voice behind me. I whirled around.

Domenic was standing behind me, his hands behind his back. I wiped the tear that had fallen, giving him a watery smile.

"You didn't have to come back, you know. You said yourself you didn't want to witness a Princess Meltdown." He sighed, stepping closer.

"I'm supposed to bring you comfort, grant your wish…it's my job. You're unhappy." He looked straight into my eyes, almost analyzing me. "What would make you happy?"

"To escape." I whispered. I said it so quietly I thought I had only said it in my head. He seemed to hear me though, studying my face intensely before nodding.

"Wish granted."

Revised! Sorry guys, word kept automatically changing the spelling, and I guessed I forgot to change those ones. : Hope I'm forgiven. And hey, check out my new story. It's something kind of different then what I usually do, but I'm just going with it.