The Life of a Princess
Hi! This is my first fic. Help me out a little, I could use a little encouragement. Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1 - Spoiled!
Josie's POV
I was storming back to my room. Needless to say, I was fuming. No one could get it! All I wanted was to go the that Bon Jovi concert with my friends. But no. My parents were making my stay home that night, because their Christmas Ball was to take place on the same night. I must attend, they told me, as I was the crown princess and heir to the throne. Did I care about being a queen eventually? No. But did what I want matter? No. Never.
I was 19. I was old enough to be taken seriously. But I never was. They all told me I was to immature. Spoiled. Childish. That I needed to grow up. But wasn't I grown up? Compared to so many of my relatives and acquaintances? No one seemed to think so. And it was they who would decide my fate. Need I say that I was angry about that also?
I slammed by bedroom door and threw myself facedown on my bed. Hot, angry tears had begun to fall, and the last thing I wanted was for my brother, whose room was next to mine, to hear me cry. He tried to support me when I was feeling down, but his pity always made me feel worse and, when I finally felt better, I would burst into tears again.
'Milady?'
My personal maid let herself into my room through the side door, which led to the servant's quarters of the castle. I rolled over.
'What is it, Maria?"
The maid held up the ball gown she was putting together for me to wear later in the week.
'Shall we try on, so I may measure the hem?'
I let out a sigh, then pulled myself up.
'Very well.'
I stood on the stool near the full-length mirror and pulled the blush-pink silk over my head. The hem trailed an inch or so over my feet. The bodice was a bit tight over my abdomen; I would have to wear that dreaded corset. The neckline was rather low, though not very revealing. It would clear the necklace I was to wear, a gift from my grandmother.
After a good bit of turning, I was relieved of holding my tummy in, and I returned to my comfy jeans and t-shirt.
'Maria,'
I addressed the maid as she left the room.
'Milady?'
'Should anyone ask for me, I've gone to the barn.'
'Yes, Milady.'
As she disappeared, I took my car keys and headed for the garage.
The garage was enormous, housing the various cars and auto equipment for my family and the endless stream of guests. My own Baby - an electric blue corvette - was alone at the far end. The barn was around three miles from the palace, too far for me to walk when I was angry.
I glanced at the ground as I pulled away. It was wet and slippery from a recent rain. Oh, well, I thought. I have good traction. I was halfway to the barn when I reached the cliff - a sheer drop off to the right - and the slipperiest part of the road. I didn't realize I was slipping until it was too late…