Hello! I have other chapters for this story, but since I'm not completely done with it, I'm only going to post the 1st chapter. Like I did in my fanfic on Disney's Tangled, I may update several times after posting it all on here to improve and/or add. They may be big changes too. Hopefully, I won't get it disorganized, because it is so tiring. Not too difficult, but tiring.

Now, with my fanfic: It is about the young "blonde beauty," as Ella calls her in Chapter 28, the girl who made Char laugh and also danced with him. Unless you want me to, I can write about Ella's wedding. Basically, I'm planning on ending the story a day after the Ball. Do you have anything to say on that? I'll have to see after I write it whether it's good enough to end with just that. Before I go on, I want to say that the picture for this fanfic, I am using to depict Avenant. Since the person is beautiful, and Ella described the "yellow-haired wench" as a "beauty," I wanted to use this picture. I edited the hair to make it more blonde. The person in the painting is a real life person. Sometime ago, I found a website. Looking through it, I found pictures of people in the same position and appearance, just not in the same outfit. Also, the surroundings are not real. The artist paints it, and through a computer, the picture of the person is added to where he wants it to be.

Well, here it is! I admit that the first sentence is a lot like Romeo Montague's line: "See how she leans her cheek upon her hand." I love balconies, or at least certain balconies. I want to have one just like Juliet's balcony in the 1968 version.

I hope you enjoy. Please review!

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Lady Avenant of Frell leaned her cheek upon her hand, looking up from her balcony at the night sky filled with stars. It was December 11, the day before Prince Charmont's return from Ayortha. Tomorrow night, it would be the first of three Balls held in his honor, to celebrate his return. It was also for him to find a bride.

'I can only imagine what it must be like for him,' thought she. 'Every girl will be perfecting themselves tomorrow for the Ball, and will...I have no idea what they're thinking!'

She heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Avenant? May I come in?" asked her mother, Evangeline. "Yes," Avenant replied. Evangeline opened the door, searching the room until she saw Avenant on her balcony. "Avenant," she said, walking over to her. "What are you doing out here? It is an hour from midnight, you should be asleep." "I should, but I don't feel tired," said she. "Avenant, you know that sleep comes unexpectedly. You have no idea when you'll fall unconscious, and I don't want you to sprain your neck or arms if you happen to fall on the ground," Evangeline told her. Avenant looked down. Her room was quite high, and she knew how horrible the pain would be. "Okay," Avenant sighed.

"Goodnight," came a hug from her mother. Avenant hugged back. "Goodnight." Avenant slipped into bed as Evangeline closed the door. 'I wouldn't think like all the others do. I mean, how could the Prince like any of them if he doesn't know them? Especially with the way they'd be toward him.' Sighing, she said her last words before falling asleep: 'I always thought flirts were ugly people.'

So how do you like it?