"You are the king's true heir, and the time has come for me to collect you. You are to take your rightful place on the throne and marry your betrothed." He looked at her with gentle eyes and a soft face.

"I'm the what?" She asked looking up at him from her place reading beside her house, "You are clearly wrong, I have lived here my whole life, I'm not some princess."

"Quite right, you are a queen." He replied.

"I am not royalty. I am, I'm just me." She replied.

"Well you are to become royalty Elizabeth." He said adamantly.

"That isn't my name." She said looking at him with a glare. "And who are you to come in and tell me who and what I am supposed to do. You don't know me, I don't know you, and you have no idea what exactly I am capable of."

"Collect your things. We really are on a tight schedule and don't want to keep the others waiting."

"I don't really care about what others you have brought! This is insane, you expect me to believe the King is my father? Then who was my mother? Please inform me, because I have been an orphan as far as I know, and on top of that the sweet lady who did raise me was murdered about three years ago. So welcome to my life, now you know you've got the wrong girl." She exclaimed. "Elizabeth, isn't that who you said you were looking for, another little clue, that isn't my name. Not even close." She got up and walked inside. She set her book inside on the table next to the door and shut the door in his face. He proceeded through it regardless, and followed her inside.

"It does not matter what you believe you are the only one!" He announced. "Now we really must not keep the others waiting."

"Who are these others?" She asked, "Not that I'm not…I am just wonderi

ng."

"Well there is Lady Rosenberg; she is there for you, a confidant if you will. Sir Harris, sort of a protector, he is there to make sure that you don't risk your name, or anything of that sort. Your cousin, lady Chase, she is a duchess and is to help you with social events and the like." He replied.

"And you? Who are you supposed to be?" She looked him straight in the eye.

"I am Rupert Giles, I am to be your Watcher." Giles announced fixing his outer jacket.

"What do you do? Watch?" She asked and laughed a little at her own pun.

"Uhm, yes…something of that sort." He said. "I am to help guide, and keep watch."

"Watch for what?" She asked. "You know what this doesn't even matter I am sure that him and the queen had other children. Have one of them do it."

"Yes actually" He took of his glasses and began cleaning. "However, you are the heir from the original Queen; the Queen on the throne now isn't actual royalty. Your mother died shortly after you were borm. There are two other daughters from the true Queen, Miss Faith, and Miss Kendra. However the Queen Darla, is very sick, she has an elder …son, she is very close with Angel, and a…daughter, Drusilla, who is slightly mad, but manageable. So you see you are the only heir, Miss Faith, she isn't quite…acceptable because of who her father is. Angel simply cannot take the throne, he has not one drop of royal blood within him,"

"Okay…" She said. "That is one great story…but live in the now. Do you really think that's the sort of the thing I'm going to actually believe? I live in the city, in a house that used to belong to the lady who took care of me. Joyce, she was sick really bad with cancer, and before that could kill her, three…monsters broke in and did the job for it. So excuse me if I don't exactly believe your make believe story. This is the real world and while you do a very convincing british whatever this is America. There aren't kings and queens and I am certainly not royalty."
"I never said you were the queen of this world, haven't you noticed you are different? Stronger, and faster. You have skills most girls don't have. You aren't the queen of this world, this is the human world. Our world is very different than this world. We have different ways, different rites. You are our queen. It doesn't look like there is anything here for you anyways."

"Uhm EXCUSE ME?" She looked ready to kill… "How DARE YOU!"

"Buffy…" A young girl came through the door she looked about 13 or 14. She had brown hair, and brown eyes with a thin frame.

"Dawnie…" Buffy rushed over to her. "Go to your room okay."

"Who is that?" She pointed at Giles.

"Someone deeply misconstrued with reality." Buffy responded. "Were going to work on our lessons in a little bit I'm going to see Mr. Giles out." Dawn listened to what she said and went to her room.

"You have a daughter?" Giles began cleaning his glasses again.

"NO! What? As if?!" Buffy exclaimed. "She is my little sister, when mom got sick, she told me everything. How I was entrusted to her, as a gift, that is what she called it. Asked me to keep Dawnie safe..said the monsters would be coming after us."

"You will both be much safer with us, at the kingdom. We can arrange for Dawn to come as well." Giles replied in a way to sort of bribe her, "She will have the best defense, tutoring, anything you would like you can both have. You will be in charge of a kingdom Elizabeth."

"You really have to stop with the Elizabeth. My name is Buffy." Buffy demanded.

"So you will come?" He asked hopeful.

"Let me go talk to Dawnie." Buffy replied.