AN: Some thing you should know before reading the story: Port Charles is a country in this story, not a city. Mac is Georgie's biological father and Felicia is Georgie's stepmother. Maxie and Robin are Felicia's biological daughters which makes them Georgie's step-sisters. Brooke-Lynn and Ned are not related at all and she is also not related to Dillon. Georgie's biological mother's maiden name is Jones, not Felicia's. Dillon is older than Georgie, Maxie and Robin. That's it for now. Enjoy the story!

Georgie woke up suddenly from the horrible nightmare she just had. She sat up in her small cot staring blankly into the air. "Wow," she said to herself. "Thank God that wasn't real." She got out of bed and looked outside. The sun was about to rise; it was time for her to go start her daily work.

Georgie cleaned up and put on her everyday clothes. They were basically white rags as her sisters called them. The dress wasn't so white anymore and it had stains everywhere. Georgie tied her loose curls back and went upstairs. When she got up to the main floor she looked around the foyer of the castle to see if anyone was around. They must have been still sleeping. She went to the kitchen to get breakfast ready for her mother and sisters. She quickly ate herself before taking their breakfast upstairs.

Georgie walked up the long spiral stairs of the castle. She set her mothers breakfast aside and opened up all the curtains. She picked up the breakfast and went to her mother's room. She slowly opened the door hoping that her mother was still asleep; but unfortunately she wasn't.

"You're late today Georgie," she said coldly. Felicia was in her bathrobe sitting up against the pillows in her king-size canopy bed. The maroon drapes of the canopy were opened and pushed back against the walls.

"Sorry mother. You know I always want to make the best breakfast for you. After all, breakfasts are the most important meals of the day." Georgie said holding out the tray in front of Felicia.

"Are you done lecturing me now?" Felicia said coldly. She took the tray from Georgie and set in front of her. She looked at the food graciously and took a piece of bread in her mouth. "There are a lot of things that need to be done today."

"Yes mother. I'll do as you please," Georgie said.

"Your sisters and I are going out today. There are new shops opening in the market square. Of course we want to be there to see all the latest fashion. My daughters are beautiful and I want them to be wearing the nicest clothes." Felicia noticed that Georgie was blushing. "I wasn't talking about you. You are not even close to being as beautiful as my daughters are."

"But mother, I thought I was your daughter," Georgie said quietly. Felicia laughed out loud and stuffed another piece of bread into her mouth.

"You need to sweep the floors and clean the kitchen. Also there are some mice down in the basement where you sleep that you might want to get rid of. Of course you don't have to because I'm sure you don't mind sleeping with rats." Georgie was fuming but did the best she could to hide it. Not even noticing that Georgie was upset, Felicia kept going, "Some of the curtains in this hallway are getting dusty, and so you might want to clean that up. I'm expecting all this to be done by the time I get back."

'Yes ma'am." Georgie left Felicia's room without saying another word. Maxie and Robyn were out in the hallway eavesdropping. They moved away from the door when Georgie came out of the room.

"Where's our breakfast?" Maxie asked Georgie. Georgie was walking away from them but they were following her.

"It's in the kitchen," Georgie said.

"Well why didn't you bring it to us this morning?" Robyn asked her rudely.

"Because I'm not your maid," Georgie said turning around with some intensity in her voice. The girls got quiet and Georgie walked away from them. Georgie went down to her room in the basement. She rested her head in her arms and started to cry.

"When will this all be over?" She sobbed. She looked up and at the picture of her father on her side table. "Daddy I miss you so much. When am I gonna be free? When will I be able to just get away from this evil family that you left me with?" She cried to herself. Georgie looked out her window, tears streaming down her face. "When I will find that perfect someone to take me away from all this?"

Dillon entered his castle quietly hoping that no one would see him. But he was too late.

"You decided to return home I see, Prince Charming." His mother Tracy said.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that mom?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me mother and not mom? Besides, your father used to call you Prince Charming."

"Yeah well he's dead so don't call me that anymore," Dillon said heading for the staircase.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Don't ever speak of your father like that again." Tracy said appalled. Dillon rolled his eyes. He started going up the spiral stairs. "Dillon, where are you going?"

"Away from you." Dillon said walking up the stairs. He took off his blue coat.

"Dillon I'm talking to you. Where did you go?" Tracy yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"No where mother dear. I went no where. I just had to get out of this place you call home." Dillon was up the stairs. He walked away from Tracy and went into his bedroom. He threw his coat on his bed and took off his boots. He went out into his balcony.

"I hate being a prince." He muttered to himself. Dillon heard someone walk into his room. He turned around to see his uncle Alan. Alan closed the door behind him. "What can I do for you Uncle?" Dillon asked leaning against the railing of his balcony.

"I heard you talking to Tracy." Alan said. He came out to the balcony and stood in front of Dillon. Alan was dressed to go out.

"You going somewhere?" Dillon asked him.

"Yes, Monica and I are heading out to the market square. Would you like to join us?" Alan asked. Dillon gave him a blank look.

"Yeah...okay." Dillon said sarcastically.

"Well that's not what I came here to talk to you about. You know Dillon you're like a third son to me and I'm always looking out for you."

"That's good to know." Dillon whispered.

"I think it's time we have that talk."

"What talk?"

"The marriage talk."

Dillon looked at Alan. "You're kidding right?"

"No Dillon. I am not. I think it's time you started looking at girls. The only thing that is stopping this place feeling like a home to you is not having a wife." Alan said.

"Why are you telling me this? I mean shouldn't Ned be telling me this or something?"

"Dillon it doesn't matter who tells you this. The point is it's time for you to get married. You're a grown man."

"I'm 24 years old Alan! I'm not a grown man."

"This Kingdom needs a King and a Queen."

"We already have a queen...you're lovely sister and my wonderful mother. We don't need another queen."

"We need to run Port Charles with a King, Dillon, and that's you."

"Why don't you become King?" Dillon laughed.

"You're not taking me seriously."

"You're right I'm not." Dillon turned away from Alan. Alan stopped talking and stormed out of his room slamming the door behind.

"I hate being a prince." Dillon muttered again.