Chapter 1: Not Everything is as it Seems

It was a freezing cold night but that didn´t bother Princess Rosalinda Marie Terase of Emerea a small, ordinary kingdom. Rosalinda (her nickname was Rosa) was sitting on the bench in her old time room letting her maids do her hair and make-up (which she didn´t need but her mother insisted on). Today was the most important day of her life, it was the Last Princess Ball.
As a child Rosa was an orphan on the streets of Emerea, her mother had died of cancer and her mother had been poor. Three little ladies named Sigrid, Emily, and Helen had found her and took her in the orphanage they owned. After a year the child, Rosa, was coming down with a serious cold, that is when Queen Lidia Elizabeth Terase of Emerea fussed into the entrence of Emerea Orphanage for girls. Queen Lidia wasn´t to have children, because of her health issues. She was looking for and heir to the thrown. She was looking for a child from three to five, old enough to learn to be proper, yet not grown enough to have already enrolled habbits of a dirty street child. Rosa, of course was only but a year and a half, but something happened that night when Queen Linda was looking for the perfect child. The Queen expirienced something that she thought had been a doltish peasant belief, the Queen expirienced love.
She chose Rosa that night and named her the name of her mother, Rosalinda, then she chose Marie from the name of her Kings mother and Terase was there wealthy last name. So naturally, Rosalinda Marie Terase thinks her biological father and mother are Mr. Henry Roland Terase and Mrs. Lidia Elizabeth Terase, King and Queen of their proud country, Emerea.
In the present, however, Rosa was happily day dreaming about the man that her parents would show her at the Last Princess Ball, that man would be her King and the other person trapped in this arranged marriage. Her parents had told her that the young man´s name was Johnathan (or John) Harry Pentenisia. Her dreams were to be realized and what a wonderful night this would be indeed (or so she thought.)