Catriona boarded the ship and sighed. She still believed no one cared about her. Her life was in shambles. She had no where to run. The thing is the only thing she could do was end her life and claim she was something that she was not or have one of her friends lie for her. The only problem was she didn't have many friends. Afon was to be her only friend, lover, and husband. She did not wish for that to be. The blue of the ocean told her she was a drift in the water. Here would be her home for the next day or two judging on the water's current and her friend for that matter. She hated her life. Forced into marriage was all a girl her age ever wanted. She almost laughed at herself and the thoughts she was having. She wanted back on land so she could ride and get away from everything.<br/>---Two days later...---<br/>Afon was waiting at the docks. He had recieved a letter from Catriona's father stating that she had left for the docks a week ago, and was to arrive at his castle today. He saw a red haired vixen with a decent body type. He thought she would be someone he could manipulate quite easily. He could be wrong later on, but he sure would try. He was in one of his better moods today. "Hello, miss. My name is Afon. You must be Catriona," he took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. "Yes, sir Afon," she said politely, blushing appropriately.