A.N. Hey. For those of you who have already read this, I'm thinking of continuing the story. Making it longer and better. So I figured I'd start out with making it better since I read it and was downright embarrassed.

If you read my other two stories, forget what happens in Royal. This is like a continuation of Guardian, except Ashlyn is born and Lissa and Adrian are King and Queen instead of Rose and Christian. Rose and Christian are 23, Cammie and her friends are all 16, and Apollo and Artemis are 5 and Ashlyn is 3.

Rachel (Ms. Morgan) POV:

"Yes I have kept her safe for you." I said into the phone.

"Good. I never got a chance to truly thank you for saving her for me." The woman's voice said.

"Don't you dare start! It was the least I could do! I just wish I could've helped you too."

"Don't worry about it, I was going back to school in the fall, plus I was five, I was stronger. I could take care of myself. Anyway, I got your letter; I would love to come help teach. As long as my charge can come."

"You mean your husband?"

"And charge."

"Yes he can come. Do I get to see my great-nieces and great-nephew again?" (A.N. Not sure if that is the real title, but the relation is the children are Rachel's sister's grandchildren.)

"Only if you want."

"Of coarse I want to see them! I haven't seen Paulo and Art since they were one and I've never met Ashlyn! How old are they?"

"Paulo and Art are five and Ash is three."

"Well I can't wait to see them. Do you want me to tell Cammie who you really are, or would you prefer to do that?"

"I'll do it when the time comes."

"And for your room, would you prefer four separate rooms or a huge suite that comes with four bedrooms, two baths a kitchenette, living room and a laundry room?"

"Which do you think?" She asked sarcastically.

"Suite?"

"Sweet."

"Love the play on words."

"Thank you. I got to go, Ash just woke up from her nap and Christian is outside with the twins."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You bet you Auntie Rachel."

With that we both hung up. I sighed. I hope I was making a good choice. I had heard of her reputation. She was quick to lash out, that had improved over the years, but it was still there. She had grown up in an abusive home, never knowing her father and her mother putting on a good act. I knew this school held a few bad memories for her. I remembered her mother almost killing her and saying she was 'training' her. But Janine didn't fool me, she never did. I attempted to take my niece in, but Janine could lie for hours straight and no one would question her. The custody battle was the last time I had seen my sister and her daughter, that is until that night all those years ago.

Flashback:

There was an urgent knock on the door. Who could that be at this time of night? I grabbed a pocketknife and slid it into my pocket. Life as a spy isn't glamorous as some people seem to think. I walked down the stairs and to the front door. I looked out the window beside the door and as soon as I saw who was there I threw the door open. The cold winter wind hit me hard and since I was in Victoria Secret Silk Pajamas, I was freezing. But that didn't stop me from dropping to my knees and hugging the seven year old girl who was standing on my doorstep with a bundle in her arms.

"Sweetheart! Come in! Come in!" I ushered the girl in. She seemed weak and out of breath. "Where is your mother?"

"I...I ran away from her. I needed to get her out of there..." She said through chattering teeth.

"Tell you what. Go into the living room, get a comfy in a blankie and I'll make us some hot chocolate. Okay?" The nodded and headed off to the living room, clutching the bundle to her chest like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

I walked into the kitchen, going to make the hot chocolate. I couldn't help think of my niece.

That girl has gone through more than any adult in the world has. She had no idea who her father is, her mother was a drunk and abused her, and she was expected to grow up to be murderer. Her mother had chosen to follow the mold we were supposed to and become a guardian. But then after she had he daughter, she lost her job and started drinking. That's when she started abusing her.

No one knew about it but me. I had done all in my power to take her in, but Janine had known how to lie convincingly since she was born. She caused nothing but trouble for me growing up since I was her younger sister.

The microwave dinged and brought me out of my thoughts. I grabbed the two mugs and walked into the living room. It was empty except for the little bundle and a note. I placed the mugs on a nearby coffee table. I picked up the note and read it.

Auntie Rachel,

Please, please, please, don't be mad. I need to get back to mommie or else I will be in even bigger troble. I stole her rite after she was born. Please, take care of her. I don't want her hurt. Just please. Her came is Cameron. Please treat her as your own daughter and tell her nothing of me or our other. I don't want her to have to become a killer. Please. Just please.

I had to sit down. My sister must have had the child. I had heard she was expecting, not from her of course, but from mutual friends. Cameron. Cammie. Her sister had just risked so much to save her. Now she was returning to hell on earth. I wish I had known. I would've stopped her. And now it's too late. As much as I hate to admit it, Janine was a better spy then I. She could disappear off of the face of the earth for however long she wanted. I couldn't find her. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it off. Then a cry filled the room. I picked up the bundle and pulled back the blanket to reveal a baby girl. Cammie.

End Flashback

I had done exactly what she had asked of me. I had raised Cammie as my own daughter. Not breathing a word about her mother or sister to her. She had no idea who she was. She had no idea her sister was the biggest badass the world has ever seen.

It had taken me over fifteen years to find my older niece again. And now she was coming to Gallagher to work. I would see her again. She was alright. She survived a place worse than Hell.

Cammie's POV:

I am Cammie Morgan. Daughter of Chris and Rachel Morgan. I am an only child and have just turned sixteen. I have been attending the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women since I was eligible at age thirteen. I have been living on the grounds since my mother accepted the job as headmistress back when I was six, right after my father went MIA.

Currently I was lying on my bed in the suite I shared with my three best friends with my eyes closed. I had about an hour before the halls were filled with giggling and doors opening and slamming shut. I was enjoying the quiet while I could.

I felt the bed move and before I could do anything my hands and feet were pinned down. My attacker leaned down and whispered "Hey Gallagher Girl." in my ear.

"Zach!" I exclaimed my eyes flying open.

Sure enough there he was. My boyfriend, the Zach Goode, was standing lying right on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He smirked and kissed me back placing one hand on my waist, the other held most of his weight.

About ten minutes later the door slammed open. I heard a heavily British accent scream, "Cammie! Zach! Stop sucking each other's faces!" Bex giggled.

I pulled back, "Like you and Grant don't do it." I gave Zach a quick peck on the lips then sat up.

"Actually we don't." Grant said walking into the room, carrying a bunch of suitcases. "Zach, you need to come see our suite!" He changed gears from a serious sixteen year old guy to an excited five year old in seconds. Zach glanced at me.

"Go ahead." I said dismissively.

"See you later Cam." Zach said giving me a quick kiss on the cheek then following Grant down the hall.

The next few hours were filled with squeals and doors opening and closing. At six o'clock precisely the double doors opened to allow the mass of spies in training to enter the dining hall. I walked to our usual table with my best friends Macey, Liz and Bex. I had known Bex and Liz since 7th grade when we started at Gallagher, and Macey joined our group last year during our sophomore year, now we were juniors.

I glanced over at the boy's table, there were four boys sitting there, Grant and Jonas were sitting next to Zach and then there was another boy. Then I realized, I had no clue why the boys were here. Which is rare for me, being the headmistresses daughter and all...

"Ladies and Gentleman," my mother said, standing at her podium and looking first at us then the twenty-five boys that were spread through-out the Dining Hall, "I have a couple announcements. First off. I would like to welcome back the Blackthorne boys, who will be staying with us for the entire year while there school is being remodeled. Second, our beloved P & E teacher died of a heart-attack this summer. To fill his spot, we have hired two teachers to co-teach. The woman you may occasionally see in the Cove-Ops lessons. They are a married couple and have three children who will be coming with them to the school." She pressed her ear, which I then noticed had a coms-unit in it. "Joe, are they here yet?"

"Fine. Send them in. She's here somewhere." She said after a slight pause.

The large double doors opened a man walked. I looked him over; he was tall, 6'6" to be precise. He looked like he was 19 or 20. He had jet black hair that was all messed up in all the right places. His hair contrasted against his pale skin. He was hot like hotter-than-Mr.-Solomon-hot. I heard my class mates gasp as he turned his eyes to look at them. He walked up to the podium and gave my mom a quick hug. How did he know my mom?

My mother stepped away from the podium and the man stepped up.

"Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Ozera. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not a spy. I don't know the techniques you do, but I am still capable of taking each and everyone of you on." He smirked, "I expect that you treat me as you would treat any of your other teachers." He turned and walked to the head table, but stopped halfway, "Grant if you shoot that at me, I'll let your niece kick your ass."

"Which one?" Grant asked. I could tell he was scared. He had a little nerf gun in his hand aimed at the back of Mr. Ozera's head.

"Which one do you think idiot?" A voice said. I swiveled my head to see a young girl walking down the middle isle. She had dark brown hair that was pulled up into a ponytail. Her hair had a slight wave to it and despite the ponytail, it still reached below her shoulder blades. She had dark chocolate brown eyes and tan skin. She was wearing black ugg boots with black leggings tucked into them and a short-short dark purple dress on over the leggings. She looked really cute, but deadly at the same time.

She walked over to Grant and held out her hand, palm up. He put the gun in her hand. She took a step back before shooting each nerf bullet at him, each one hitting him right between his eyes. She then walked back to him, placed it on the table in front of him then continued to walk up to the podium. She pulled herself up so she was sitting on the desk-part of the podium. She then stood up on it.

"Hey guys. My name is Artemis Ozera. I'm five years old. That idiot over there is my uncle." She gestured to Grant who was rubbing where the bullets hit him, "I have a brother and a sister, who are right there." She pointed back to the door and hoped down off of the podium. She walked over to my mom who gave her a hug.

Artemis then walked over to where her father was now sitting and sat down on his lap. I then turned my attention to the other children. One was a boy, probably the same age as Artemis, her twin maybe, and the other was a girl, probably a couple years younger than her siblings.

The boy was wearing black converse, dark jeans, a white t-shirt with a dark hoodie over it, which was a contrast to his pale skin. He had black hair and the same striking blue eyes as his father. However other than the eyes and hair, he looked nothing like his father. He walked over to the podium and stood in front of it.

"Apollo. Five years old." Was all he said before he walked over to his father and sat in the seat beside him, after hugging my mom.

The little girl had the same features as her older brother. She was wearing a white dress with little white sandals. She only walked halfway down the isle before turning to the tables and walking over to Grant.

She held her arms up. Grant sighed and picked her up. She sat on his lap and leaned her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and put his chin on her head. The other boys at the table looked at him questioningly.

"This is Ashlyn Ozera. She is three years old. She is also my god daughter."

"Christian, is Rose planning to make a Rose entrance?" Mr. Solomon asked Mr. Ozera coming through the double doors..

"If I knew, it wouldn't be a Rose entrance, now would it?" He responded. "She came into the building with me. She was in my site up until five minutes ago. Then again with her secret passageways she could be anywhere in the school by now..."

"Oh joy. Rose are you here?" Mr. Solomon asked to thin air.

A giggle was the response we got. It echoed off the walls so it was impossible to find it's source.

"Found her." Christian said.

"Oh I see her. Section 20." My mom said. Mr. Solomon did a three-sixty. When he was back where he started he said.

"I found her."

"Don't give it away!" The voice came again, once again bouncing off walls, "Ask your bests too find me."

"Cammie, Zach. Where is she?"

I looked around. I looked everywhere. No one.

"I have no idea."

"Zach?" Zach just shook his head.

"I'm disappointed. Look up. Straight up." The voice came again. We did and sure enough there was a woman standing on a footing made of molding. I think I saw her wink and then she jumped. She was free falling for a second before I saw the bungee she had set up. Just before she hit the ground, it caught her. She landed quietly and gracefully. She unhooked herself.

"Rose! You could have broke your neck!" My mother yelled as the woman, Rose, undid her harness.

When she was out of it she responded with, "But I didn't." She walked over to my mother who was freaking out and gave her a hug.

"Don't do it again. Promise."

"I promise."

"Are you lying."

"Probably." She let go and walked to the podium. I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. A pair of four inch strappy black heels, a black jump suit that hugged her body. It had a spaghetti straps, so she was wearing a white jacket with 3/4 sleeves. She looked like she wasn't even twenty five.

"Hey everyone. My name is Rose Ozera. I am twenty-three for those of you who are wondering... And since I am only five years or so older than you, I will allow you to call me Rose. But give me a reason, and I will make you call me Mrs. Ozera." I don't know why, but at that last sentance, I had shivers of fear go down my spine. "I am not a spy, but I am a guardian, which is sort of close. And I am capable of doing anything you can, well except the academic stuff..." She smirked.

"It's true, I've had her trained well." Solomon said. Walking over to Rose and putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Whatever you say. All I know is, I plan on training these kids the same way Dimitri trained me." She had a smirk. So did Mr. Solomon and Mr. Ozera.

"Anyway, this woman right here, has been out in the field as early as sixteen. She has made kills, but only when she has to. And Ms. Morgan, I think you met your match with blending in. She really is the Chameleon."

"No way in hell are you going to get me to trade my codename." Rose yelled at him.

"Whatever just show them your marks." He said. I had no idea what he ment by marks.

Rose turned around and held up her long brown hair. I could see a bunch or lines.

"Let's see twenty-three kills, plus a battle. Very nice." Mr. Solomon. Rose let her hair down and turned around.

"I'm starting to feel this is like a show and tell type thing..." Rose laughed.

"Hmm. Can we just show one more thing?" Solomon asked. She nodded.

"Rachel, ready." My mom nodded. She pressed a button on the podium.

The adults went and sat down in their seats as the lights dimmed. A screen came down from the ceiling. I had only seen this thing down that night us girls wanted to have movie night and we had convince my mom to let us use the dining hall. It took a moment for the video to start and when it did, I recognized the room as our P & E barn. There was a little girl, probably about five, in the room. She had brown hair and eyes, she also had a scar running down the side of her face. She was beating the crap out of a punching bag. One perfectly formed punch after the other with a couple roundhouse kicks thrown it. Soon enough the bag was on the floor with bits of the stuffing-stuff coming out of holes. The little girl turned to someone out of the camera's veiw point.

"Not good enough. Again." A female voice said.

The girl sighed. She picked up the punching bag, that probably weighed more then herm and threw it onto a pile of other broken punching bags. She then proceeded to hang another one up and start to beat it. The video finished at that point.

The lights went back to normal and the screen disappeared into the ceiling once again.

"That is why, you shouldn't mess with your new teacher, even if she isn't a spy." My mother said with a hard voice.

We all looked at Rose with our mouths agape. "My mother always did push me hard." She touched the side of her face. The place where the little girl had had the scar. When Rose removed her hand I could see a scar just like it. Rose was that little girl. And Rose could kick ass, and that was when she was five.