A bright Sunday morning was upon the people of Nalazia once again. A lot of the birds, big or small were chirping happily while they soar the warm cloudless blue sky, where the gigantic sun was shining down on them and everyone else on the land, including the tall, leafy trees that swayed whenever the wind runs wild. Who would've thought that a bright and happy morning like this could make a tragedy or just plain ruin a certain Princess's year.
A humongous canopy bed with the sheet thrown on the floor and the pillows were scattered all over the bed. The pink curtains that was hanging on the window was drawn letting the room absorb all the sunlight it can get. The desk that was meant to be a study desk was scattered with makeup and all sorts of body cream. The hard, wood floor was scattered with clothes that had been carelessly strewn all over the place. The walk in wardrobe was so full of different designer clothes, shoes and jewelry that it could hardly be called a walk in wardrobe anymore. The bathroom door opened to reveal the cause of all this mess.
The mid back length violet hair, the perfectly manicured fingernails, the big, bright, intimidating crimson eyes, the flawless beach tanned skin. There was no mistaking it, this was the one and only Princess Iza Madrinal, though she's not the only princess in the whole of Nalazia for there was the nice Princess Zainey, the heir to the throne.
This time the Princess Iza was wearing a white designer dress with green and yellow strips alternating vertically at the middle of the dress. The white dress reached just above her knees, showing her long tanned legs. She was wearing white open toed, four inch shoes, showing her perfectly French manicured toenails. Her sleek, lustrous violet hair was up in a bun and she was wearing a gold necklace with a tiny pink flower as the pendant.
A knock was heard coming from the door and Iza merely glanced at it before she sat at her soft, not to mention messed up, bed to read a music magazine. The golden knob of the door turned clockwise before it got pushed open. Iza scowled at the direction of the door and her crimson red eyes weren't pleased to see that a mere maid had entered.
"Princess Iza, your family is waiting for you at the kitchen and they would like to have you join them for today," said a petite blond maid that entered Iza's gigantic room. Iza gave the maid a once over and raised an eyebrow questioningly while she pursed her lips. She strode over to the maid that had practically frozen on the spot with wide eyes and jelly knees. Iza looked down on the maid so that they can see eye to eye making the maid feel more petrified and intimidated, "Have I given you permission to enter?"
"Um...I-I'm s-s-s-s-sorry, I-I-I-I forgot. P-p-please f-f-f-forgive me," the maid stuttered with obvious fear.
"Alright, you're forgiven," Iza paused making the maid sigh in relief, "You're forgiven because you're fired." Iza looked at the woman without any compassion in her eyes what so ever. The woman's eyes widened with shock and her mouth turned into an oval and it looked like as if her jaw was going to slam on the hard wood floor. "What are you still doing here? I said you're fired so, shoo," Iza harshly stated to the woman in front of her. The maid rushed out of the room and headed back to her room or to tattle to someone about what Iza had done.
Iza sighed and rolled her eyes as she made her way to the family dining room that was located on the first floor of the gigantic palace that the royal family has to call their home (not that they actually mind.)
As Iza entered the room she saw that everyone was in their usual place already, her father was at the middle of the table once again, her mother was on her right and her older sister was on his left. Her parents and her sister that was talking and whispering about something had immediately seized all movement and shot Iza a fake smile as soon as they saw that Iza had entered and graced them with her presence. "Iza please sit down," said Queen Elle with the smile still plastered on her face. Iza inwardly rolled her eyes and sat down next to her sister, across an empty seat. Iza placed a white napkin on her lap and faced her parents with a bored expression, "So what is it? Why the family meal?"
Her entire family looked at each other, sharing a knowing look among themselves and after a minute or two the King finally cleared his throat, sat up straighter than he already was, raised his head and looked Iza right in the eye.
"It has come to my attention that you have been a despicable princess and you have not been acting like the princess that you're meant to be," the King paused watching Iza's face expression, "That's why your mother and I have decided to send you to Japan where you will live like a normal eighteen years old girl. I am sorry that it had to come down to this but I have no other choice."
Iza's eyes widened with shock as she gritted her teeth together. Her hands that was sitting peacefully on her lap was now scrunched up in a ball while scrunching the napkin along with it. "What? You're sending me away? How is going to Japan going to make me a better person? Besides a princess going to live as a mere commoner isn't exactly what we call proper now is it?" Iza angrily questioned, with venomous tone in every sentence she said.
"I am sorry that it had to come down to this but we have given you every opportunity to prove yourself but you failed in every single one of them. In Japan you are going to have to live and act like a normal eighteen year old girl and maybe then you will realize how lucky you are with having the previlages that you have," the King replied with a straight face and firm voice.
"Fine! And I am sorry that I am not a workaholic like the rest of you people," said Iza raising an eyebrow. After Iza gave her last statement she hastily stood up and stormed out of the dining room leaving her family behind.
Slam!Iza slammed her door closed putting all her frustration and anger in it as she racked her brain on how to get out of this mess that she has made for herself. She was pacing her room like she was in a hospital waiting for doctors to come out and tell her what's happening. Her hands were balled up in a fist as she strode across her messy room. Before Iza could do anymore pacing and cursing there was a knock on the door and once again, the person didn't wait for a response. Luckily, the glowing natural smooth skin, the sleek shoulder length hair and the violet eyes didn't belong to a maid but to the heir to the throne, Princess Zainey.
"Iza, dad wants you to go to his office. He wants to talk to you," said Zainey in a calm and soothing voice that she always use.
"What? I didn't do anything and whatever it is I am sure that it wasn't me," Iza defensively stated. Zainey giggled knowing that under normal circumstances Iza would be going to her father's office because she has done something wrong, though this wasn't their normal routine, "Don't worry, I don't think Dad is calling you to tell you off. There's someone he wants you to meet."
Iza scowled as she was not in the mood to mix and mingle with people, "Fine, I'll go. But it better be important or I will honestly do some good damage." Zainey smiled with satisfactory as she accompanied her sister to their father's home office.
The neatly arranged room, the white wall with pictures of important people hanging on it (including the royal family), the black leather sofa on the left of the French doors, the two black seats that was in front of the desk, all of it made Iza nostalgic.
The King was sitting on his chair in front of his desk and gestured for Iza to sit as he waved Zainey away. "So who's the people that I am meant to meet?" Iza asked.
"They'll be here any-" there was a knock on the door stopping the King from finishing his sentence. "Come in," said Iza as if she was the owner of the home office. The King glared Iza though she just shrugged and looked towards the direction of the door to see who the person was.
A guy with red hair, black bandanna and an eye patch came in. There was a short white haired guy with a tattoo in the left side of his face, that followed the guy before. The King stood up to greet them as they approached his desk while Iza sat on the chair with a questioning expression.
The white haired boy immediately bowed to the King and introduced himself as Allen Walker. The red haired guy extended his hand and greeted the King as well as introducing himself as Lavi Bookman. The names and the look was familiar and Iza had a feeling she had seen it somewhere before though she just can't put her finger on it.
"Iza please introduce yourself," said the King, snapping Iza back to reality.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I am Iza Madrinal," said Iza in a bored tone.
"Nice to meet you. I am Allen Walker," Allen once again deeply bowed with respecet to Iza who was still sitting down on the chair. Iza nodded not even bothering to hide her boredom as she examined her fingernails. "Strike!" Lavi exclaimed with excitement. Iza and the King was taken aback for they didn't know what was happening.
"Ah, please excuse him. He just doesn't know how to act around girls," said Allen laughing forcefully.
"That's ok. Iza they have been sent here by Bookman and they are going to be your guide in Japan. Now go and start to become buddies," said the King as he pushed them all out of his home office.
"Ai-chan, me and Allen can go help you pack your things for our flight," Lavi heartily offered.
"Oh great! I can't wait," said Iza without any feeling, "Wait. Who are you calling Ai-chan? That's the worst name you can call me!" said Iza snapping at Lavi. Lavi and Allen animatedly sweatdropped while they stared at Iza's back while she stormed off to her room.
Iza voluntarily collapsed on her bed and stared at her ceiling hoping and wishing with all her might that this was all a realistic dream or nightmare. Iza slammed her eyes shut as she tried to calm her brains and let everything that has been happening around her, sink in. Just as Iza's brains was finally calm and organized Lavi entered without notice startling the princess causing her to sit up.
"Yo, Ai-chan. Your father wants you to start packing since we shall be off to Japan in thirty minutes," said Lavi not noticing that Iza was giving him a death glare.
Allen who was more aware of his surroundings and less dense than Lavi, noticed that Iza was irritated and giving a look that could kill, "Iza-san, if you want we can help you pack your things."
Iza sighed and stopped trying to make Lavi drop dead with her glare. "I don't need your help to do anything. I am perfectly fine since I am an independent person. Besides I had my maids pack my things for me."
"Great! Then we are already to go! I am so excited," Lavi happily exclaimed.
"Are you crazy? Don't you get it? I don't want to go Japan and I would rather stick pins and needles to my eyes than rush my dreaded trip," said Iza with hand gestures to go along with her comments.
Ten minutes later a sleek, black, limo screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic, white, private plane of the royal family. The chauffeur came out of the driver's seat so that he can open the door to let his passengers out of the vehicle. The Princess hastily made her way to the plane not wanting to listen to Lavi and Allen ramble on and on about something she didn't care about.
"Ai-chan, wait up!" said Lavi as he tried to catch up to Iza. The Princess pretended that she couldn't hear Lavi as she increased her speed towards the plane. "Lavi! I think Iza-san just wants you to leave her alone," said Allen as he kept his pace with Lavi. Lavi being Lavi, ignored Allen and once again called out to Iza who was already inside the plane and was probably hiding already.