Princess Diaries 3: Lifestyles of the Royal and the Famous
My first entry on fanfiction! Yay!
Anyways, I'm sure you all are familiar with Queen Mia's life according to the movie or book, whichever. But this little piece is based on her life after the coronation. Nicholas is in here, too. I really hope you enjoy the story, and I'm looking forward to your reviews! :)
P.S. I'm planning on releasing 1-2 chapters a week, so stay tuned! –RH
Chapter One
The bright morning sun crept silently into the Queen's suite, dressing the room in brilliant shades of gold. To anyone, it was positively a beautiful sight, but to a certain 21-year-old girl, she desperately wished that the clouds would magically take the sun captive – for the time being, anyway. But this wish was utterly futile, and the sun seemed as if getting brighter by the minute. Amelia pulled the fluffy duvet over her head, blocking the luminous rays from awakening her out of her "beauty sleep". Not long after, however, her alarm clock rang mercilessly, nearly forcing Mia, as she liked to be called upon, to get up.
"Fine, fine…I'm up!" She cried, whacking the clock with one hand, and using the other to eliminate dark, silky tresses from blocking her eyesight. Her chocolate brown eyes fluttered exhaustedly, as she dramatically tumbled out of bed, hitting the ground with a THUD, and smacking her head harshly on the nightstand. Mia straightened up, slowly regaining her balance and standing up, while wincing in pain, and massaging her forehead, where an increasingly large red blotch began to form.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!" She yelped, walking slowly out of her room, and heading downstairs. She was dressed in her normal morning attire: a simple pair of plaid pyjama bottoms, a soft grey t-shirt with the initials 'NYC' gracing the front in thick, protruding black letters, and a trouble-free pair of fuzzy black slippers. The slippers were part of a birthday present from her best friend Lilly Moscovitz, who dressed almost always in black, and was hoping Mia would follow her example. But, being a regal ruler of a country, she found it rather inappropriate to dress in completely dark colours.
Finally reaching the dining room, and swinging open the double-doors, Mia shuffled charmingly into the room, suppressing a wide yawn.
"Oh, Mia! Good morning!" Came the naturally cheerful voice of her grandmother, and previous queen, Clarisse. She sat jovially in the centre of one side of the dining table – the side that was facing away from the large overlooking windows – while sipping inaudibly at a cup of coffee. Accompanied by Clarisse was Mia's newly appointed grandfather, Joe. He was seated next to Clarisse, his wife, spreading a Genovian delicacy - pear jam - onto a slice of toast. He lifted his head, offering Mia a welcoming smile and a short wave.
Across the table from Clarisse sat the love of her life, Nicholas Devereaux. He was surprisingly handsome; his dark brown hair brushed away from his shocking, innocent blue eyes with such elegance. Nicholas was the last one to look up, considering the fact he was rather wrapped up in reading a specific article in the newspaper. He dropped the paper and lowered his reading glasses, while turning around to catch a better look at Genovia's beloved queen. "Good morning, your majesty." He teased, mischievously grinning, and stood up, pulling out a chair next to him, and allowing Mia to sit down.
Mia smiled broadly. "'Morning everyone." She said, and removed her hand from her forehead. Nicholas caught sight of the bruise on her forehead, and frowned sympathetically.
"What happened, Mia?" He asked, his flawless eyebrows knitting together in concern. Both Clarisse and Joe looked up, with the same look of concern as Nicholas shared.
"I hit my head on the nightstand." She felt her cheeks burn as she replied to his question. Nicholas chuckled slightly, and kissed Mia's forehead. He walked swiftly off to the kitchens, which wasn't very far from the dining room, retrieving a block of ice from the freezer, wrapping it in a clean cloth napkin, and coming back soon after, placing the ice on Mia's head.
"Better?" He asked, moving his hand away from the block of ice, as Mia took over, holding it to her temple independently.
Mia gave a swift nod, and watched as her grandparent's faces softened with relief. "Thank you, Nick." She said, smiling softly.
Nicholas simply nodded, returning the smile, and going back to his reading.
"Would you like some coffee, dear?" Clarisse questioned, gesturing to a pot of steaming black coffee, and a well-designed silver tray holding white containers for crème, milk, and sugar flourishes.
"No thanks, Grandma. I'll settle for some orange juice, though." Mia replied, and reached for a clear glass pitcher of orange juice, pouring some of the flavoursome liquid into a tall glass, setting it down, and lifting the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the cool drink. "Nothing like a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice." She said finally, placing the glass down.
"Actually, I prefer pear juice greatly over orange juice. It's much more sweet and refreshing." Nicholas commented, while Mia wrinkled her nose in great distain.
"No it's not." She protested.
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"Prove it, then, your almighty greatness." Nicholas taunted, smirking smugly. Mia simply pushed the glass of orange juice over in Nicholas' direction, grinning challengingly in response. Nicholas lifted the juice to his own lips, taking a mouthful of the revitalizing drink.
"Ha!" Mia exclaimed triumphantly, as Nicholas set down the glass, an obvious look of defeat gracing his soft, handsome features.
"No fair, it's freshly-squeezed." He said, frowning slightly.
Mia laughed, and gave him a playful shove in the arm. She finally turned back to her grandmother, who had been watching as the two argued, clearly not finding the silly squabble very royal-like. Mia grinned sheepishly, and piled a few pieces of bacon onto her plate, along with a slice of buttered toast, a single sunny-side-up egg, and a few pieces of fresh fruit.
"Mia – what are your plans for today?" Clarisse asked, as Mia shoved a piece of bacon into her mouth. She swallowed her food, and looked back at her grandmother.
"Nicholas and I were going to make some pear sherbet later…" Mia replied, giving a slight shrug.
"You do realise what day it is, don't you?"
"Well...no. Why? What do I have pre-planned for myself today?" Mia asked, arching an eyebrow.
"It's Lilly's birthday, is it not?" Nicholas interrupted, glancing from both Mia to Clarisse, and back again.
Mia froze. "WHAT?!" She yelped, standing up immediately. "What day is it?" She winced, vividly panicked.
"July 5th, darling." Nicholas said softly, looking up at Mia.
"OH DEAR LORD!" Mia shouted, and Nicholas stared up at her, arching a brow.
"You okay?" He asked.
"It's Lilly's birthday – I completely forgot!" She winced, ignoring Nicholas' last comment.
"Mia, dear, calm down! Knowing you'd want to see her, I asked Charlotte to send a plane out to Berkley to pick her up – she shall be arriving shortly, I presume." Clarisse answered, nodding calmly.
Mia breathed a sigh of great relief. "Thank you so much, Grandma!" She exclaimed exhaustedly. Nicholas laughed, only to receive a deadly glare from Mia.
Clarisse smiled, and joined Nicholas in laughing. "I honestly can't believe you forgot!" She exclaimed, taking a sip of her coffee.
Mia ran a hand through her unruly hair, frowning slightly. "Just don't tell her, she'll have my head on a platter!" She said, in mock seriousness. "Thank goodness I got her present last month…" She mumbled, now slightly calmed.
Clarisse rose from the table, and looked down at Mia. "Aren't you going to get dressed more formally, dear?" She asked, lifting a scarcely noticeable eyebrow.
"Oh, right." Mia nodded, standing up too, and pushed in her chair. "I guess the sherbet will have to wait, Nick." Mia teased, and messed up his hair playfully.
"Lilly might want to help us, anyways." Nicholas added, blowing Mia a kiss as she exited the room.
Before she left the room however, she waited for her grandmother, and bid both Nicholas and Joe farewell.
Was it good? Looking forward to Lilly arriving, or what?
Please let me know – and I'm planning on releasing the next chapter sometime this week!