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Summary:

The different royal families have many underlying issues, such as good and bad relations with other families and the wedding issues of their children to continue the Royal line. Where there are good and just Royal families, there will always be the darker and not-so-just families.

Read and find out what happens!

Chapter 1: Leaving

"Your Highness, it is already mid-morning. It is about time you woke up, my dear!" A shrill voice screeched at a still, slim figure under the silk covers of her duvet. The lady whom the voice belonged to shook her head sadly and walked up to the princess that she had been taking care of since she was a baby.
"I don't want to wake up, Pamelia. There's nothing good out there anyway." A muffled voice said from under the duvet. Pamelia gave a sympathetic smile and placed a consoling hand on the girls' head. She knew that nothing could be done to help the dear girl she treated almost like her own.

Flashback:

"Hermione dear, you must not be so selfish! She has been serving us faithfully, however she has her own family to go back to!" Her highness reprimanded calmly,placing a neatly cut piece of fish into her mouth and daintily folded her hands in her lap.
"But mom! It's not fai-" Hermione retorted back but got interrupted almost immediately by her father, "Jean! That is enough. The decision is final, Pamelia leaves us next Monday and that is that. Now eat your meal quietly or I will have to send you back to your room."
"I don't want to be here even if you chained me to this chair anyway!" Hermione shouted back, pushed her chair back angrily and stormed out of the dining hall. Not even waiting for the doormen to open them, but opening them herself, which was absolutely forbidden.

End of flashback

"It's not fair, Pamelia. If you leave, I'll be left here to deal with the firing squad alone! I'm sorry for being so selfish but it is just so unimaginable to be here in this prison without you!" Hermione whined but slowly emerging from her covers. She stared at her favourite nanny with affectionate eyes and slowly sat up, facing Pamelia eye to eye.
"I am sorry, my dear. But it has been decided, I have been away from my own children for too long," the kind lady said with a small smile. "You have grown to be such a beautiful young maiden, your highness. I have seen you grow for these past eighteen years; your first step, your first word, your first book, your first A on your examinations!" She continued, placing a loving hand on Hermione's cheek. "You will continue to grow beautifully, with, or without me. I will always visit you if you ever require me to. Now abide to your parents orders and wake up, will you? Or you will be the absolute death of me till the very end!" She ended with a light playful slap on Hermione's cheek. Pamelia stood up and walked to the door and paused, turning back to look at Hermione.
"You will be alright, my dear. You are strong." She said with a smile and she walked out, closing the door behind her with a small click.

Hermione's POV:

So here's my side of the story. I was more of an accidental child, one that wasn't really called or wished for. Sure, my parents, both royal, are amazing to me. But I'll never be able to compete with my elder brother. I was taken care of mostly by Pamelia since I was born, mostly because my parents were both busy ruling whatever they owned and making sure Zack grew up to be the perfect King. So I was just like the little girl to adore and then move on. I think I'm pretty smart for my age and seeing that I'm a girl. Girls in royal families are normally pretty dumb, but then again, we're not expected to do much besides marry into rich families and be pretty and give birth to babies.

I think I'm easily as smart as Zack who is 3 years older than me, even he says so himself. Although my parents do not try and make it imminent that the throne will be going to my brother, it is easily obvious seeing as I have rejected over 10 different princes that have come to seek to be married into our family. Our family is one of the more prestigious royal families throughout the country and is well known easily around the world. Sure, the princes that have come are rather dashing and all, but they are all just too.. Stupid. I can barely hold a five-minute conversation with them, like a proper one, without them breaking out into poems (which are memorized) and shouting out their love for me.

Pfft, like they could even love me. They just want my familys' money and authority. I have to find a way out of this hell hole, there just has to be some kind of escape route. I could easily pull off being a better Prince than of a Princess. Hell, I can't even look princess-y, hardly anybody even sees me as a princess anyway. It isn't easy, being this way. Putting on really fluffy annoying dresses, smiling at everyone like I actually like them. I mean why couldn't anyone be intelligent in this world? Well, besides the people who actually do the work.

We all still had our wizarding powers, but somehow we hardly used them besides fighting enemies. I loved my powers and took every opportunity to learn more from everyone else I met in the castle, even the guards. Some of the guards refused to teach me, saying that princesses were mean't to do embroidery and learn how to walk like a lady rather than to point wands and shoot spells. But after some persuasion, I managed to get some of the guards to give way and teach me a few "defensive" spells. But as they slowly began to taught me, they slowly opened up and decided that I was much more worth teaching than my brother who could barely even cast a waking up spell.

I get up and put on the dress-holy crap how is this even legal to wear. And frustratingly stomp into my very overly large bathroom to freshen up. I look at myself in the mirror as two of my maids run in and help me fluff up my hair and straighten out my dress for me. I stand still and just give them a weak smile, waiting for them to finish whatever perfecting they needed to do. Not that it would make any difference, since I hardly look the part of the Princess anyway.

I planned the escape in my head, slowly building up the story. I knew I could do this, I've been lying all my life after all. I loved my family, even my brother, but this just wasn't the place for me. I needed to go somewhere else.

The two girls finally finished their work on me and they bowed slightly and walked out without another word. Normally I would talk with them, but I'm guessing they thought I wouldn't feel like talking today. I defy my beloved maids and pull on my comfortable sneakers and walk to the dining hall, trying to make sure my dress hid the fact that I wasn't wearing the heels I was supposed to wear 24/7.

I nodded at whatever was said politely to me but mostly gave my parents the cold shoulder. I replied them pertly though, because ignoring them completely would be absolutely rude and preposterous in front of guests. This morning, it was the lovely family of Weasley that came to join us. I really adored the Weasley family for their zest and excitement but today was just not the day for me to laugh at the Twin Princes pranks and the company of my fellow Princess friend, Ginny Weasley. We were friends since we were kids, seeing as our parents had been close since back in the day.

"Are you alright?" Ron said to her with his mouth full of food. Hermione wanted to literally wack Ron for talking to her with his mouth full which was just plain disgusting. Just because she wasn't ladylike doesn't mean she liked seeing mashed food in Ron's abnormally large mouth. "Ronald, please stop speaking with your mouth full." Hermione replied pertly with a dismissive nod as she continued slicing up her sausages on her plate.
"I really have to do something about this, I can hardly stand it anymore." She thought to herself as she laid out a calender in her head. Pamelia was leaving on Monday, which means she could leave on Monday, right after she left. No one would notice her disappearance for awhile, thinking that she was just hiding out because she was sad that Pamelia was gone, they would probably not search for her till it became dark. She nodded to herself and placed the cut-up sausage into her mouth and chewed as she continued laying out where she would go.

Probably to the village she went to so often to visit the orphanages and give extra food to the villagers there. The thing was, outside the rich kingdoms, there lay poverty all over the lands. The lands owned by the Granger family were not as bad off as some of the other villages she had seen, those that belonged to other kingdoms such as the Malfoy, Zabini and Nott families. Those were the worst off seeing as most of the younger men and women were shipped off into the kingdom, made to work there under good pay, however they weren't allowed back into the village. Hermione had disguised herself many a time, slipping into the other villages and giving them money and food secretly. None of the villagers had such information or even a photo of the royal people from other kingdoms. They probably didn't even know the faces of the Royals that owned their villages. But that was besides the point, Hermione needed a place to stay before dark hit and she knew she could probably stay a night at the orphanage, seeing as she had a good friendship with the lady in her mid-forties.

End of Chapter 1

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