Okay, I've decided to do one more.

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Hers.

The next time I saw the prince, I was twelve. We were visiting their summer home (Mother, Father and I) for an entire six weeks. I couldn't think of any worse way to spend my summer.
I knew their plan. They wanted Prince Henry and I to get to know each other better. They wanted us to actually begin to like one another. This was not in my plan however, and I didn't expect to see Prince Henry for more than a few times a week.
How terribly wrong I was.
I was forced to spend every single day with Prince Henry, for as long as they could keep us together without trying to murder each other. I, of course, tried to be civil. I knew my place.
He was a complete pig, though. All he did was whine and complain, and when he wasn't complaining, he was insulting me as best he could. I found his attempts almost amusing, since they did nothing to hurt my pride in any way. His feeble attempts at contempt were laughable.
“Hello, Henry.” I said as I approached him one morning. He was sitting beneath a tree in the garden, playing with some sort of toy.
“Oh, it's you,” he scowled. “Would you just leave me alone?”
“There's no reason to be rude,” I said calmly. “I'll leave if you so desperately want me to.”
“Yes, please do.”
I glared at him. “Why do you hate me so much anyway?”
“Because you hate me,” he said simply. “It doesn't help that you're a brat, and that you care about no one but yourself, and that I loathe the sight of you.”
I gasped, indignant. “What a horrid thing to say! I'm leaving!”
“Good riddance!” I heard him yell after me as I marched away. But, as I said, his crudeness was tolerable, and barely gave me a second thought.
Still, he persisted. He was determined to ruin my summer, and soon enough, that became my goal as well.
As I told you, I tried to be civil, at first. I sought him and tried to converse with him. But civility was soon no longer an option. I hated him, and he hated me. There was only one way to resolve this, and that was anarchy and chaos.
We fought. Sometimes, even physically. He was no match for me; scrawny and long-legged compared to my strength and grace? There was no contest.
We'd ambush each other's food with any kinds of poisoning we could find. We ruined each other's clothes and personal belongings. We even began to cause chaos within our own families; that was when our parents knew it was time to stop. My mother and father packed our bags (not literally; we had servants to do that, of course) and left the summer home after only two weeks of staying there.
I innocently asked why we had to leave so early in the carriage on the way home. My father sighed.
“We think it's best- for everyone- that you two stay away from each other for a while. You and Henry seem to have a certain competition with each other as to who can cause the most pandemonium. I'm afraid you two won't be seeing each other for many years to come. Henry's parents agree heartily with our decision, of course.”
I feigned disappointment. My insides, however, were screaming in triumph.
“Anyhow. You will be returning to your studies and regular schedule once we return home.”
That's better than staying a whole summer with him, I thought to myself. I would never stop hating him. Never, ever EVER!

His.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the last I saw of Princess Gabrielle. I saw her again a couple years later, and this time, she was to stay with my family for the whole summer.
This was to be the worst summer of my entire life. Never had I been forced to spend more than a week with the girl, and six weeks was certainly my worst nightmare come to life.
Fortunately, they only ended up staying for two weeks. I was the one who saw to that. But I had an accomplice; Princess Gabrielle herself.
At first she tried to actually pretend she liked me. She tried to be nice to me. I saw right through her mask, though. She came up to me one day, attempting at conversation.
“Oh, it's you.” I said, exasperated. “Please, would you leave me alone? I'm trying to finish this.” I was finishing my nutcracker, which I was carving myself.
“There's no reason to be rude,” she said nastily. “I can stay here if I want. But I'll gladly leave if you so desperately want me to.”
“Would you?” I asked pleadingly. I was tired of her silly attempts to befriend me. It wasn't working, if she couldn't tell.
“Why do you hate me so much anyway?”
What an absurd question! How could I not hate her? “Well... I suppose it's because you hate me. Also, you are rather a brat. You care about no one but yourself.”
“What a horrid thing to say! I'm leaving!”
“Thank goodness!” I called after her, scowling. She ran away, sobbing her eyes out. I felt the slightest twinge of regret. I hadn't really been that mean. I was just being honest to the little spoiled princess.
But after that, we both did everything we could think of to ruin each other's lives. I ruined her dresses, sabotaged her room, tripped her whenever she passed, and did everything to ambush her meals. Of course, she did the same to me; sometimes, she was even worse, and tried actually fighting me. Her attempts at fighting were almost amusing; she was terrible, and all I did was hold her wrists until she grew too tired to struggle any longer.
Our hatred for each other was never going to end. We loathed everything about each other; the different ways we talked and persuaded, the different ways we walked and danced, every different thing between us.
And it worked! Our secret, unspoken plan was put into action immediately, and our goal was reached sooner then we thought possible. Our parents had a conference, and Gabrielle left the next day.
Of course, Mother and Father had to reprimand me. They had to try to be good parents, after all.
“Henry! You've been absolutely awful to Princess Gabrielle. You know perfectly well how one is supposed to treat a lady. How could you be so terrible?” Raved my mother.
“Mother, I-”
“And you're going to be marrying her some day! You know that!”
“Not if I can help it,” I muttered under my breath. My father, who was sitting nearest to me, choked on his wine. He covered his laughter with a cough.
My mother continued, unaware of the exchange. “Insufferable... Indignant... Intolerable boy!”
And she left the room in the huff.
My father raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, and soon left the room, jogging after my distraught mother.
I felt bad for my mother, but she would soon get over my behavior. All I was glad about was the fact that I wouldn't be seeing Princess Gabrielle for many years to come, and I knew that she would do everything in her power to stop from seeing me ever again.

*sigh* it gets so good after this. Sorry ;). I'm obsessed. Even thogugh I haven't written anything for several days. Darn writer's block.