For 24 years of my life I had the same name, Victoria Anne Goins. I knew at some point the last name would probably change when I got married, but even when that was about to happen for a brief moment I thought about keeping my last name over his. But never in a million years did I think I would be changing my last name because they found out I am a long lost descendant of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots.
It was by far the strangest thing that had ever happened to me. Jesse and I had jokingly done one of those DNA spit test things and had sent it off and forgot about it. A week later we were on vacation in England and were touring Westminster Abbey and as I was reading the inscription on Queen Elizabeth I and Queen Mary's tomb someone behind me laughed and said "Wow you look just like her" while pointing to the picture of Queen Mary that was hanging beside the tomb. I laughed and played along with them jokingly knowing I did resemble her a bit with my short stature and long dark hair.
"Oh yeah she's my Great, Great, Great, Great Grandma. Hopefully Queen Elizabeth doesn't lock me in a tower and have my head chopped off," I said laughing with the stranger as they walked away and I took one last look at the graves of the two cousin queens before making my way over to Jesse who was in front of Queen Victoria's grave.
Later that night back in our hotel room my phone started ringing with an unknown London number. I answered thinking maybe it was the restaurant we had just ate at or something along those lines but the caller on the other end started the conversation that would change my life forever.
"Hi this is Tori," I said my usual greeting.
"Ah Ms. Goins glad I could catch you. My name is Edward Young and I am the Secretary to the Sovereign, her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. How are you doing this evening?" the gentleman on the other end said all in one smooth breath. While he was talking Jesse was giving me a look asking me what was going on. I just looked at him a shrugged since I really had no clue.
"Oh I'm fine…" I answered, with confusion clearly laced in my voice.
"Glad to hear. I'm sure you are wondering why I am reaching out to you this evening."
"A little, yes," I said chuckling slightly.
"As I would hope anyone should be if the secretary to the queen was calling an American," he said laughing softly as well. "But the reason for my call is that the Queen heard you were in town and would like to have tea with you, whenever you and your beau are available."
The look that crossed my face had Jesse up off the bed and about to grab the phone out of my hand. When he reached me it snapped me out of the daze I was in so I was able to respond to the man on the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry is this some kind of joke?! There is no way the Queen would know or care that I am in town," I said getting angry at what I was for sure was a prank call.
"No ma'am this is not a joke. The Queen has some things she would like to discuss with you. When would be the best day for you to come to Buckingham Palace?"
"Well we are technically scheduled to have a tour tomorrow in the morning," I said hesitantly while looking at Jesse with the same confusion reflected in his eyes.
"Oh fabulous! The whole family will be here tomorrow so you'll get to meet everyone! We will send a dresser to your hotel at approx. 7 am as I am assuming you do not have clothes to have tea with the Queen in. My deputy secretary, Samantha Cohen, will also be accompanying them to accompany you to the palace when they are finished. Should you have any further questions she will be able to assist you. Have a swell evening and I look forward to meeting you tomorrow. Good night Ms. Goins," Edward said before hanging up without waiting for my reply.
"What was that?" Jesse asked when he saw I was no longer on the call. I looked at him and then back at my phone and then back at him before speaking.
"We are having tea with the Queen of England tomorrow because she has some stuff to discuss with me…" was what I was able to squeak out. Then he just started laughing so hard he fell on the bed.
"Yeah you definitely got punked babe," he said once he could breathe again after laughing so hard.
"Damn teenagers," I said putting my phone back on the charger and walking to the bathroom to take my eyes out and get ready for bed.
A.N.: First time writing anything like this.
Disclaimer: I own no one besides the original characters i make up. I don't own the royal family current or past. I own no locations or titles given in the story, besides ones that i make up on my own, and if they happen to be real places or titles i don't own them either.