PRINCESS DIARIES
CHAPTER ONE
"Miley Stewart, please report to the Principals office, Miley Stewart!" A voice said over the loudspeake just after the final bell rang for the start of class and everyone turned to look at me. I felt my eyes go wide and all blood drain from my face. "Miley Stewart, please report to the Principals office, Miley Stewart." The receptionist repeated a minute later when I hadn't moved. I just couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong. I slowly got up and gathered my books before I started out the door and down the hall, not saying anything and ignoring everyone else. As I aproached the Principals office Miss Radic - the receptionist - pressed the intercom and by the time I got there Principal Fisher was waiting for me at the door, and I could see my Dad and someone else I didn't know in the office.
"Mister Fisher?" I asked nervously, absently toying with a loose string on my top. "What-what's wrong?"
"Ah, Miss Stewart, why don't you come into my office for a minute, don't worry, you're not in trouble." Mr. Fisher said and that didn't really help me not worry. If I wasn't in trouble then why was I here, and why was my Dad here?
"O-okay." I slowly followed him in and he shut the door after me with a click that resounded loudly in my ears. "Dad... What's going on?" I asked and he turned to look at me. His eyes were red and he looked like he'd aged ten years since I saw him this morning. "Dad?" I felt myself pale again. "J-Jackson?" I couldn't ask the question.
"Jackson's fine, Miley." Dad shook his head and his voice was kind of hoarse. "This is Paul Lucas, Mile." He introduced the eerily still man behind him before he stood up. "Something's happened, Bud, we need to head home so we can explain it." Paul Lucas left the room first and looked around the empty hallway before he 'cleared' it and then Dad followed him.
"Dad!" I hurried after him, feeling confussion now take dominance over my other emotions. "Dad, what's going on? Explain what to me?"
"Not till we get home, Miley." Dad shook head and I frowned, what's so important that I had to be taken out of school, but could wait until we got home?
"Dad, just tell me." I demanded, following him and the Paul dude outside. I couldn't see Dad's car anywhere, but they were both heading for the limo that was parked at the entrance to the parking lot. I frowned and looked around, the entire street was closed off.
"Ma'am." Paul Lucas held the door open for me and Dad urged me in so I slowly moved into the limo that held a blonde woman in her thirties or something. I sat across from her and Dad got in next and sat next to me whilst Paul Lucas sat next to the woman.
"Miley?" The woman asked and I nodded slowly. "It's so nice to finally meet you-" Dad cleared his throat and the woman stopped. The rest of the drive was silent as I tried to figure out what the Hell was going on here. When we got home there were two more men like Paul Lucas outside our house and the both subtly nodded before we went in the house. What the Hell?
"What is going on?" I demanded again, turning on my Dad and the two strangers, dropping my bag by the door as I did so.
"Miley, you should sit down, this is gonna be a big shock." Dad advised and I obediently sat on the couch. Dad sat in the lime green armchair, Paul Lucas went to stand by the door, and the woman sat on the other end of the couch.
"I'm sitting, what's going on?" I was starting to feel like a broken record.
"Miley." The woman started, trying to apear comforting. "I want you to stop us at any time if you have any questions, I expect this will be a big shock for you, okay?" Despite the fact that she was talking to me like a two-year-old I nodded. "Now-" Dad cleared his throat again and she sighed.
"Mile." Dad took a deep breath. "Before we start, I just want you to know, your mother and I only had your best interests at heart, and we have always loved you, you will always be our daughter." I was starting to get worried now.
"My name is Alyssa Camden, and I am His Majesty, The King of Cyrus' personal assistant." The woman said and I frowned.
"O-okaaayy?" I waited for the rest.
"Fourteen years ago His Majesties son, the Crown Prince William was visiting America with his pregnant wife when she went into labour in Tennessee. On November twenty-third, nineteen-nitey-six the Crown Princess Alexandra of Cyrus was born at Mercy Hospital in Franklin Tennessee." Alyssa Camden said in an explainitive way.
"So I was born in the same place on the same day as some Princess? Wasn't there, like, three other babies born at Mercy on that day as well?" I still wasn't getting why this was so important I had to be taken out of school.
"Well, Miles..." Dad trailed off and thought for a second before he continued. "When you were both two years old Alexandra got sick, and she-she needed a blood transfusion." I frowned deeper still as Dad talked. "No-one in the royal family was a match and-and..." My eyes widened. Dead.
"Miley, the reason we're telling you this is because post mortem blood tests revealed that Her Highness was not in fact related in any way to the Crown Prince and his wife." Alyssa said and I furrowed my brow in confussion before it occured to me. "There apears to have been a severe indescretion within the hospital that resulted in two infants being sent away with the wrong families, one of them the future Queen of Cyrus." The other... I looked at Dad.
"You-you think that-?" I couldn't even say it.
"Mile, when they first found out you were just two and they demanded blood tests of every little girl that had been at Mercy at the time." Dad spoke and I swear I felt my blood freeze in my veins.
"No." I shook my head, standing up. "No."
"It was agreed that raising you away from the pressures of the Royal family would be best given that you were already devolping at an amazing rate." Alyssa started talking again, but it felt like I was hearing everything through a foot of cotton wool. "It was also agreed that you would not be contacted unless Prince William did not produce a viable male heir to the Throne. In the year two-thousand and three William suffered an incident with a horse that resulted in complete sterilisation, and as an only child it left him with no other heirs." Maybe I was dreaming and I'd wake up in a few minutes. We were learning about the Royal families of the world in school this week, maybe the bell was going to ring any second now and I'd wake up. "As you are probably aware Prince William of Cyrus passed last year and as the sole heir to Monarchy of Cyrus you are required to be anounced as soon as possible."
"Excuse me." I heard myself say. I was sure she kept on talking, but I just walked away. This couldn't be happening to me. I was not a Princess. I felt dizzy and I hazily reached out for something to steady me. I grabbed onto the piano and held on for dear life until the spinning and swirling slowly stopped and I could see clearly again. "So you lied to me?" I rounded on my Dad as it settled in that he'd known for at least twelve years. "You-you knew I wasn't your daughter, you knew that I was this Princess whatever, you knew and you lied to me for my entire life?"
"We love you, Miley, we always have, and you will always be our daughter." Dad shook his head, but I refused to listen.
"I had a right to know!" I yelled before I turned and ran upstairs, slamming my bedroom door behind me and locking it before I ran to my closet, pushed through the clothes to the second door and I quickly locked myself in the Hannah closet. Hannah is my alter-ego. Hannah Montana, I put on a blonde wig and sparkly clothes and I become an international popstar... Or at least I think I do, I don't know what I am anymore. This whole Hannah thing might just be an illusion. I let out a scream and grabbed the nearest thing to me and threw it, hearing a shattering of glass that was surprisingly satisfying. I picked up something else blindly and threw it as well, I kept doing it, hearing things thud, clatter and occassionally shatter was sort of theraputic until I collapsed on the floor and just stayed there.
My parents had been lying to me about who I am since I was two. I wasn't Miley Stewart. I was... I was a Princess? I Crown Princess no less, they wanted me to be Queen. I remember, last year, when they announced that Prince William of Cyrus had died last year Dad shut the TV off before the story could even end. Now I guess I know why. I grabbed one of the fluffy pink cushions off the couch in the closet and hugged it close to me.
How had everything changed so drastically in less than an hour? Less then an hour ago I knew who I was, I knew that I was Miley Ray Stewart of Crowley Corners, Tennessee. Now I'm... Now I don't know what I know.
"Your Highness?" A voice said through my closet doors and I shot my eyes to it. That's why all those security people were here, they were here for me, to bring me back to their country and make me their Queen. Funny, it's every little girls dream to be a Princess. I'm not a little girl anymore. "Your Highness, please open the door or I will be required to use force." The voice said and I groaned and moved away from the door, crawling over to hide in the back of the rotating clothes platform. I didn't want any of this. "Your Highness, please move away from the door." The guy advised and a second later I heard the door being forced open and at least three people sotrmed into my secret little hide-away. I stayed quiet and hugged my cushion as the men seemed to search the room, though they didn't come back to where I was before someone else spoke.
"She's not here." A second man said and they all left, but I could still hear them. They sounded panicked now. "Send out a party, the Princess is gone and her room has been disrupted." They thought someone had kidnapped me. I waited a couple of minutes before I came out and slowly started to step downstairs.
"What's going on?" I asked, Alyssa was on the phone, all the security guys were gone, Dad was pacing around muttering to himself.
"MILEY!" They both yelled and Dad ran over to me, trying to hug me, but I just stood there numbly as his arms wrapped around me.
"Where were you, Bud?" Dad asked when he pulled away, his hands holding my arms protectively as I avoided his eyes. I shrugged and went over to sit on the couch. "Mile." Dad started to say before he paused, but I stopped him from talking when he opened his mouth again.
"You've known for twelve years." I said lowly, looking down at my hands. "Twelve years, Dad, why didn't you tell me?" I finally looked up at him.
"I wanted to protect you, Mile, you were always my little girl, you always will be, they said that they wouldn't take you away from me." Dad replied softly, sitting back in the green chair.
"What exactly do they want with me?" Was my second question.
"The King is sick, and you're the only heir, they want you to claim your place as Crown Princess so you can be Queen when the King passes or the country will cease to exist without a Monarchy." Dad said and I opened my mouth to say something before I shut it again.
"What do they want me to do?" I looked back down at my hands, this was all way too much. I mean, I'm not even fifteen yet and these people want me to... Run a country?
"I-I don't..." Dad trailed off.
"We would like for you to move to Cyrus and immediately begin lessons on how to act properly, Cyrus history, history of the Royal family, and, in time, how to be Queen." Alyssa spoke up and I sighed.
"My parents raised me to do what's right." I said, looking directly at Dad when I said parents before I stood up.
Okay, so here's the tester chapter for the Miley finds out she's a Princess story I had the idea for.
I'm posting it now instead of when I finish Avis Cyrus because I got about two hours of sleep because I stayed up until three thirty in the morning because Joe Jonas' Fastlife Friday was on at two thirty AM my time. I was goofing on twitter trying to think of random questions and Joe saw one of them and acknowledged it. I was goofing off and I asked him long his thumb was... He said that he guessed it wasn't 'that long' and that the question was weird.
Joe Jonas actually acknowledged one of my questions O.o
Also, review please and let me know if this a go or a no.
XOXO
Miley-Girl
