Authors Note: Hey guys! I'm currently trying to avoid writing my final essay for one of my classes by writing another story. Sort of counter-intuitive, right? I'm still not sure about the whole writing and publishing stories, but we'll see where this goes. If it's fun, I might keep doing it, but if I can't, I can at least tell myself that I tried. Enough with the rambling now, guess we should just get on with the story.
Disclaimer: The characters and the basic concepts don't belong to me. Just this scenario. Enjoy! ;)
"Goodnight, Princess! Have a good sleep tonight so that you can be well rested for your first dancing lesson tomorrow!" Kip said as he quietly shut the door to my room, finally giving me some time to myself for the first time since I had arrived at this weird place.
Kip seems nice enough, but I still wish that he wouldn't address me as Princess. There's something about this whole pretending to be royalty thing that doesn't sit well with me, even if the real princess and I share the same face. Now that I mention it, it's not just that title, but this whole experience here. Who would've thought that there was some other world that I could access right through my own closet!
I looked at my surroundings, glancing at the extravagance and splendor of the room. Everything looked to expensive that I wondered how I would feel comfortable sleeping in a room without damaging anything. I liked that there was a lot more space compared to my old room, but I also missed the comfiness of it. It felt a little weird that the castle and my room were in separate areas, but considering how strange everything else was, this was a trivial matter. This was "my room," the place where I was going to dwelling in for a month before the big ball.
The ball… the reason why the real princess decided to escape and find me. She may have gotten out of this responsibility, but now this burden was resting on my shoulder.
What am I gonna do? I thought. I don't even know the first thing to being a real princess. If the real princess couldn't handle this burden, then how would she expect someone like me to get through this without any formal training whatsoever?!
As I lay down on "my bed," I thought of all the people that I had met. Because this world and the world I came from are connected, I recognized so many faces of people from my school who were now just wearing really fancy and expensive clothing. I wanted to talk to them normally like I did in class, but I wasn't sure what kind of relationship the princess had with these people. How do I go about talking with them? How do I stop myself from associating them with memories that I've experienced with the people from back home.
Soon, I heard the chiming of the bells from the huge clocks at the castle, signaling that it was not three o'clock.
Oh well, I sighed. There's not much I can do about going back because I don't have the key to the portal. And regardless of how I'm feeling, I'll still be dragged by Kip for the first dancing lesson tomorrow. So I'd get a few hours of sleep, if any at all until then.
Maybe I should just go along with it and see what happens. It might not be as bad as I thought. Just maybe, I thought as drifted off to sleep.
