As her body purged the ice cold waters, she only remembered two things. One of them was the feeling of control. For the first time in a while, she felt as if she could at control one aspect of her life... She just wanted that feeling of choice. It was overwhelming having every minute of your life planned and at her age she was mostly forced to entertain suitors. But she never felt what she needed to feel from the many foreign princes. Sure they were nice, but wasn't marriage suppose to be something magical? Where was the magic? She was compelled to look for it until she found it. In that moment, when her frame broke the water surface, she never expected she would. Until Him.

Princess Ariel lay in a lavish bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "You simply swallowed too much sea water, m'dear" she maid smiled as she changed the water in the heating pads. "Now rest up" the elderly woman smiled as she exited the room, wondering to herself found herself submerged and near death... and even more, how the princess survived the jump from the large cliff into the rocky waters. The princess had always been high spirited and adventurous since she was a child, but that was just dangerous.

Ariel finally broke gaze from the ceiling. A man. A man had saved her. She clearly remember his friendly, blue eyes and looking into them as his hand brushed down her fiery hair. She was certain it had been a man who had saved her life.