When she was born, great care was taken to keep her from being kidnapped. After all, she was the only heir to the kingdom. Her name? Genevieve. She was the daughter of their Royal Majesties,King Michael and Queen Josephine.
At the age of 14, she was invited to accompany her parents to a knighting ceremony. Her father had bought her a new dress just for the ceremony. She slipped into it, the green fabric cascading down as she slipped it over her head, it fit her like a glove. She walked out of her bedchamber glancing to the left and right, Oh how she actually felt like royalty. She began walking to the chamberhall, where she was to meet her parents, when she stumbled upon a young boy, about her age, maybe a year or two older, seeming to be wandering through the halls. “Who are you?” She asked.”I’m soon to be a knight, well in five or six years, My name is Arthur. And No,I’m not related to the famous British King. Just to clear that up. I’m leaving on a crusade with my master this week.” Genevieve was silent.