"Miss, it's time to wake up!"

"Why? Isn't it Saturday?"

"Probably, but your parents demands you to be at the dining table right now," the princess' clueless maid Paisley said.

Olive groaned and buried her face into the pillow. "If they are going to force me to go to that Quimby kingdom again I'm not coming."

Paisley smiled innocently at her. "I don't know the reason, miss. All I know is that they wanted you to be there this instant."

"Just call me Olive," Olive said and yawned. "Could you please draw the curtains back?"

"Oki dokei!" Paisley said happily as she hurried to the closed curtains.

Olive narrowed her eyes at the sudden sunlight as she stood up and strolled to her private bathroom to get ready. "Thank you," she muttered as she closed the bathroom door shut. She glanced at herself at the mirror and sighed.

She was the daughter of Queen Caroline and King James Doyle, king of one of the greatest kingdoms in the world. You could say that her parents were obsessed with power and money, and sometimes it felt like they liked it better than their own daughter.

They wanted her to get married to Fletcher Quimby, son of Queen Elena. They always had and possibly always will. Why you may ask? Because she was the queen of the other greatest kingdom, and if they got married they would have the greatest kingdom in the world. They never told her that, but Olive figured it out a long time ago.

Olive hated the thought of getting married to Fletcher, she couldn't stand him. What she hated even more was that her parents care more about how powerful her future spouse was and not if she loved him. And Olive definitely didn't love Fletcher. She remembered the day she met him as it was yesterday, not really hard to remember with that eidetic memory of hers.

Flashback, 10 years ago

"Here we are!" Olive's father, James, said as he helped his 5 year old daughter out of the carriage. "Queen Elena's palace!"

"Daddy, why are we here?" Olive asked as she glanced at the huge palace.

He didn't get the opportunity to answer as the Queen approached them, dragging her son with her. "There you are! King James Doyle and his beautiful daughter Olivia!"

James smiled as he pushed Olive in front of him. "Go on," he told her.

Olive looked at the boy as she curtsied. "Pleased to meet you, Prince Fletcher."

"Pleased to meet you, Princess Oliver."

"My name's not Oliver, that's a boy's name!" Olive said angrily as she glared at him.

"You look like a boy, your tall and have a deep voice," Fletcher said as he took a step back.

"I seem tall because you're so short and my voice's deeper than your because yours is so low and girly! " Olive snapped back. She was about to attack him as her dad held her back.

"Olive!" He hissed under his breath. Then he smiled apologetically to the Queen, who was busy scolding at her son as well.

"Stupid girl," Fletcher muttered to Olive.

"Stupid boy," she muttered back.

Elena shook her head at the kids and glanced at the garden. This was going far worse than expected. "Why don't we go to the garden and have a nice cup of tea?" She suggested.

"That sounds great, right Olive?" Her dad said with a forced smile.

"Yea," Olive said, still glaring at Fletcher.

Olive was walking behind Fletcher and Elena as they headed to the big garden. When she thought nobody would notice, she kicked Fletcher, causing him to stumble forward.

"Hey!" He cried. "She kicked me, mom!"

"Nu-uh, he tripped over a stone!" Olive defended herself.

"Fletcher," Elena said in a warning tone. "Stop blaming Olivia for stuff she didn't do."

"But mom," Fletcher said.

Elena slapped the back of his head and dragged him with her by his arm. "I expect you to act you very best, young man," she said.

"Eww, like a sissy," he said.

Elena slapped the back of his head once again. "No, like a prince!" She said, clearly stressed.

Olive giggled at this. Her father noticed and picked her up. "I want you to act your very best too," James said in a warning tone. "I'll give you another chance."

"I don't like him, he's mean," Olive whined.

"You will, just give it a little time."

"Eww, why?"

James only sighed in response.

End of flashback

Olive continued to comb her long, blonde hair as there was a loud knock on the bathroom door.

"Olive!" Paisley said. "The king and queen wants to see you now!"

"Coming!" Olive yelled back.

- At Fletcher's place -

"Fletcher!" Lexi, his maid, said loudly as she knocked at his bedroom door. "Queen Elena wants to see you. Now."

"Why?" He asked as he looked up from the drawing he was busy with. "If her precious vase is broken I didn't break it."

Lexi rolled her eyes. "I don't know the reason and I don't care either. Just get your ass to the dining room, I have to clean up around here."

"You shouldn't talk to your prince like that," Fletcher pointed out as he sorted out his drawings. He didn't really mind her talking to him like that, he was used to it.

"I'm sorry," Lexi said with a fake smile as he passed her on his way to the dining room. "I hate my job," she then murmured as she grabbed a mob to clean up.

"Yes, mom?" Fletcher said as he arrived to the huge dining room.

"Fletcher," Elena said as she looked at her son. "The Doyle's are coming over today. I want you to act your very best, and this time I mean it."

"Do they have to come over?" Fletcher asked as he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, and don't roll your eyes at me! I want you to spend the afternoon with princess Olivia while I'm talking to her parents."

"Oh man," Fletcher whined.

"Go upstairs and change your clothes. You can't look like that." Elena said as she eyed his washed out t-shirt and jeans with painting spots.

"Yes mom," Fletcher sighed as he went back to his room. This was going to be a long day. He couldn't stand Olive, yet his mother expected him to spend the whole afternoon with her. Something terrible always happened when she came over. Once his mom were throwing a big party he and Olive started fighting. Somehow they managed to tip over the punch bowl, causing to soak two of the guests with red colored liquid.

'I don't get why she want me to get along with Olive so much,' Fletcher thought. That has always been a mystery for him.

- Meanwhile -

"Wow, this place is huge! I've never seen a house so luxurious like this before," a young girl said as she entered the Quimby palace with wide eyes.

Celeste, the oldest maid, laughed at the girl. "This isn't a house, my child, it's a palace."

"Palace," the girl said. "I like the sound of it."

"You must be the new maid," Celeste said with a kind smile. "What's your name?"

"Chyna," she said as she shook the older lady's hand.

"Follow me," Celeste said. "I'll show you your room and your duties for today."

"I'll get my own room?" Chyna said surprised.

"Not really, you'll share it with another maid."

"Awesome," Chyna said happily as she looked around. She had never seen a place more beautiful than this before. Actually she didn't know such places excised. She was raised up in a small home in the poorer part of the city with her mother. Her mother died when Chyna was only nine, so she was sent to live with her so called aunt. Her 'aunt' wasn't exactly nice. She woke Chyna up exact six o'clock to do her home duties, and she couldn't care less about her. The only thing Chyna got was a bed to sleep in and food.

She didn't want to live like that anymore, so she managed to run away. Somehow she managed to get a job as a maid for the Queen's palace, and she couldn't get happier right now.

"Here's your room," Celeste said and gave her a piece of paper. "And your duties."

"Thank you," Chyna smiled. She walked inside the room and looked around. It was a plain room, with two beds, two wardrobes, a table and two chairs. There was also a big window with a beautiful view of the huge garden. For Chyna this was also luxorious.

"This is also awesome," she said.

"Oh, are you the new maid?" A voice spoke up behind her.

Chyna turned around and faced a snobby-looking blonde. "Yeah, and you're my dorm mate?"

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Yep, the name's Alexis Revengé Taylor Reed. Just call me Lexi."

"Okay," Chyna said as she dropped her almost empty bag on the floor. Then she glanced at the paper Celeste gave her. "Um... Where do I find those costumes the maids wears?"

"It's not a costume, it's an uniform!" Lexi said with a 'duh' look at her face. "I'll show you," she said as she walked out of the room. "Follow me."

"More following," Chyna muttered to herself as she ran after Lexi. "Wait for me!"