Chapter 1: The Persuasion
"Mother, father, please! I beg of you. Just one month. Please? Give me one month at this school and I will be forever grateful. If I don't like it, or if I don't do well, I'll come right home. I'd like to experience the life that the people whom I must care for live."
"But Wanderer, I do not understand why you want this. Don't you want to go to school with all of your friends at the prestigious private school that they will be attending? Why do you want to go to some commoner's school?" Wanderer's mother spoke the words commoner's school as if they had a foul taste in her mouth.
They're not my friends, Wanderer mused for a moment.
"Mother, I don't think you should be speaking like that. I'd like to give it a try. I really think it will be for the better. Maybe I will be able to empathize with the people of our land and-" there was a small knock on the door.
"You may enter," Wanderer's father who had been very quiet the whole time spoke with a loud clear voice that told you right away that he was a man of authority.
A maid came in, curtsied, and said politely, "The meal is ready."
"Wanderer, we will continue this discussion after dinner," her father said.
Dinner went by quickly and silently as Wanderer contemplated about how she could persuade her parents, the king and queen of England, to let her go to a commoner's high school instead of the private school for girls that her parents preferred.
"Wanderer, tell me honestly why you want to go to a normal high school instead of the highly respected high school that we could send you to, because I know the reason you're telling us is a complete and utter fib," King William said.
Wanderer sighed. "Alright. The actual reason is-well father I'm not completely sure. It's just that when I'm at home in this castle, I can't help but feel trapped and utterly useless. Everyone is always doing things for me. I've thought about this a lot and probably every single time, I came to the same conclusion. If I'm going to become queen one day, I should start becoming more independent and responsible. I feel that as long as I stay here, that will be nearly impossible for me. Mum, dad, have you ever felt this before? This inexplicable desire to roam unknown streets full of new wonders that have yet to be explored by you? It makes me feel like I'm lacking a part of me and I'll never be able to taste that sort of freedom!" She finished after looking in both of her parents eyes and staring intently as if they could feel the desperation from them.
Wanderer's mother just huffed but didn't say anything. Her father chuckled. "Father, what is it? What's so funny?"
"My dear, when I was your age, I had the same yearning for liberty. I understand completely what you mean. I admire you for being so bold and taking action for your emotions. I, on the other hand, was too scared to face the wrath of my parents that I almost never worked up the courage to ask them. I eventually did and after many nights of frustration and convincing, they finally let me go."
Wanderer was speechless. Her father? A normal high school student? Scared? Wanting to be free? "So does this mean you understand?"
He nodded. "I will search for a school for you to attend starting September but you will be staying with a friend of mine. I cannot let you stay alone."
A Month Later
Wanderer was packing up. She was so excited and nervous. Her father had registered her at a school in Tucson, Arizona in the United States. She would be staying with a friend her father had made when he went to a regular high school. The friend was called Jeb and his niece and nephew lived with him. She wasn't sure why but she didn't want to ask; it seemed too personal. Wanderer was going to fly there in her family's private jet with one of the guards called Burns, whom she had been close with since birth. He had always been like her older brother.
Before she left, she went through all of her things and said goodbye to everyone. Then she got into the jet with Burns.
"Are you excited, Wanda?" Burns asked, using the nickname he had made long ago for her.
"Of course, Burns, are you joshing me? Do I not seem a little giddy to you at the moment?" Wanderer replied while jumping up and down in her seat.
Burns chuckled. "Get some sleep, Wanda. It's a long way there and I know you barely slept last night."
"You're right; I didn't even realize how tired I was until you mentioned it! Well then, goodnight Burns," and with that, she closed her eyes and was greeted welcomingly by sleep.
A/N: So what did you guys think? Please tell me your honest opinions and I am open to suggestions!
