Hey guys, since I really liked princesses, princes and stories from the medieval time, I've decided to do a story based on that. For anyone who is wondering, this story is a FourTris.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

Chapter 1

Tris' P.O.V.

It all started when I was 17 years old. That day, I didn't know who he was, but now, I do.

That evening, Mother asked me to go collect some herbs she needed for supper. It wasn't the best part of the journey because the sun was about to set. But this was the time of the day I preferred. I was not allowed much adventures like this one since I was a girl and my place belonged at the house. As I bent down on a bush, I heard a branch crack. I quickly turned around, looking out for any danger. Out of nowhere, a bear came out from behind a tree. I was completely astonished, I didn't make a sound or a move. I had never encounter any dangerous animals, before, and I had never thought about what to do if I ever was in this type of situation. The bear approached cautiously and was looking at me. We never broke eye contact. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw something move. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with someone above me. The man got back up on his feet in a swift movement, took an arrow from the quiver that was hung in his back and directed his arc towards the bear. Barely a minute later, the animal was dead. My mind didn't seem to understand all of these events in one attempt. I could feel my savior's gaze on me, examining me. I did not return the look. He extended his hand for me to take and got myself up, ignoring the feel that went down my back when our hands touched. His were big and strong, but warm. That is when I brought my gaze on him. I was slightly disappointed, I couldn't quite define his features because of the darkness and the cap of the hoody he was wearing.

"Thank you. I do not know what I would of have done if you weren't here to save me. I am really grateful of your help." I told him, when I retrieved the sound of my voice.

"It was my pleasure." He responded.

"I better leave, Father and Mother will be concerned. I hope I will see you soon." I said, realizing what time it was.

If I did not leave now, I would likely lose the path back to my home. In a fast motion, the gentleman that he was, he took my hand and brought it to his lips. He gave a gentle kiss on it, the warmness of his mouth spreading on my skin. It was as if it diffused itself through my whole body. I felt overwhelmed with this feeling, with this feeling that I could not describe. I sensed myself blush as I could feel the mystery man's eyes on me, watching my reactions. I saw the corner of mouth switch upwards as my cheeks took the colour red.

"I would be honored to have a chance to meet you again." He replied, letting go of my hand while bowing down in front of me.

With that, I turned around to take the path back to my house with me looking over my shoulder and him staring back in the deepness of my blue, greyish eyes, until we couldn't see each other anymore.

From that day, I just could not seem to forget him.

1 year later

"Beatrice, Beatrice." My father called out loudly for me to hear from the garden. "I have something to tell you."

I left my task and went inside the house, quickly, the urging tone of my father worrying me.

"Yes, Father?" I asked as soon as I was at his side.

"Your mother and I have decided that it is time for you to be part of the services we had given to the royal family for hundreds of years. As you may know, this has been going on for generations in our family. We think that it is time for you to join the family business." He told me with complete seriousness.

I was astounded. I knew that one day, I would work there, but not now.

"Oh, Father. Thank you. I am honored that you have such trust in me. I will not deceive you.

It had been a week since I was working at the palace. Surprisingly, the workers had decided that I was worthy enough to have a good emplacement to clean, after 7 days of hard work. I was not like the other girls of my age, they saw my determination and how focused I was. I was assigned the Prince's room, which was quite unexpected because not a lot of domestics got to be in there.

"The Prince will not be here until noon, you can take your time." The chief of all servants informed me.

Cleaning has been my job since I could remember. But it was more entertaining when I had movements to do. My whole life I wanted to dance, but I never had the opportunity since my family was not the richest one. I have learned some gestures by sneaking glances at those who did know how to. The true reason I loved to work was that I had the occasion to dance freely with no one to watch me.

As the chief recommended, I took my time. Dusting here and there, cleaning the windows. Every steps would be a dance one, following the silent music that me alone could hear. That is when I heard someone shift behind me. I spun around, the memory of the bear coming back to the surface of my mind.

I saw, a few feet from me, the Prince himself.

"Your Majesty." I said, bowing.

It was the first time I was left alone with one of the Royals.

"You must forgive me. I was informed that your return would be at noon. I will leave you to yourself. (Author's note: If you can say that.)" I told him, turning towards the door.

"No, stay. I only came to take something." He replied in a rough tone.

I continued my work, but I paid attention to his every move. I never let myself look at others and judge them, mainly men, but now there was no one to contradict my gestures, I let my eyes admire the person standing in front of me. His arms and legs showed that he was not the artistic type of men. With his brown hair and the wonderful shade of navy blue eyes, I could not call him unattractive. I quickly turned my gaze away from him, not wanting to be caught staring. The Prince took what he needed and as he reached for the doorknob, he seemed to have changed ideas.

"I do not think we ever met, before. I am Tobias Eaton, the Prince of the kingdom of Fairwell and who may you be?" He asked.

"I am Beatrice Prior, one of your loyal domestics, Sir." I told him, bowing again.

"Well then, Beatrice, I will leave you task. It was an honor meeting you again."

With that, he left me standing in his room, wondering when I met him in person before and having the strange feelings that I have heard those words previously.

This chapter might seem not clear, but, don't worry, it will all explain itself in the next chapters. Tell me what you think, I really, really, really need to know. And don't worry, the fluff is to come. I NEED YOU GUYS TO REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I take suggestions, PM or review to tell me.

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