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Third Person P. O. V

Cameron stood in her room wondering what her father's special surprise was for her. He had told her a week ago that he had a special surprise for her on her birthday. Today was her birthday and she still deeply wondered what her gift would be.

*Flashback*

"Papi!" the young princess called as she descended the stairs, "Papa! La gente me estaban siguiendo otra vez cuando salí para ir a la escuela. No entiendo porque no puedo a ir a un escuela normal, adonde no me van a seguir!" ("Daddy! Daddy! They were following me again when I went to school. I don't understand why I can't go to a normal school, where they won't follow me!").

The media had indeed been following her when they found out that she wasn't being driven to school that day. She had grown frustrated with them as she continued on her way, trying to ignore them the best she could. When she had finally gotten to enter her school, she almost wanted to throw her phone across the hall in frustration. Luckily, her best friend Lilia grabbed her arm before she could do so. Her father sighed at the subject that kept coming up.

"Ya te dije porque no puedes ir. Es muy peligroso y no va cambiar nada. Las noticias la van a descubrir que vas ir y va empezar otra vez," ("I already told you why you can't go. It's too dangerous and nothing is going to change. The media will find out where you go and it's going to start again.") he paused, considering if he should bring up this idea again. "Porque no nomas contrato algún maestra que te ensene aquí en el palacio," ("Why don't we just contract a teacher to come teach you here in the palace?") he concluded watching his daughter shift and waited for the rant he was sure would come up again.

"Ya te a dicho papi!" ("I've told you already, daddy!") The princess exclaimed, exasperated with her father's idea, "Yo quiero a pueder salir y caminar. No quiero estar enserada en el palacio." ("I want to be able to go out and walk. I don't want to be stuck in the palace.") The princess saw something in her father shift. She watched him wondering what idea he was going to get now. "Que estas pensando, papi?" ("What are you thinking daddy?") Cameron asked cautiously not exactly sure she wanted to know what her father was thinking, cause it is usually an absurd idea.

"Estoy pensado hija. Y me está ocurriendo un idea." ("I'm just thinking, my daughter. And I'm getting an idea.") Her father said slowly, his mind reeling with ideas as to what to do. "Tu cumpleaños es en una semana verda? ("Your birthday is next week right?")

Cameron blinked and stumbled with her response, surprised with the sudden change in subject. "Si. Porque quires a saber?" ("Yes. Why do you want to know?") She was perplexed as to why her father asked this when she knew that he knew perfectly well her birthday was next week.

"No te prequpes mija" ("Don't worry my daughter.") her father answered mysteriously.

*End Flashback*

Cameron studied her reflection in the large mirror of her large room. Her mirror was taller than she was and oval shaped. The wooden border had beautiful carvings, which Cameron often traced with her finger. The back of the mirror had many, many names of other princess carved in the wood with a knife. Cameron's name was added last year when she had turned her fifteen, she had done it herself and it was done very neatly, despite the fact that her handwriting was terrible. It was often referred as a "crazy-person scrawl." Cameron noted how her dishwater color hair was in its usual loose curls. Her hazel eyes appeared to be blue because of her dark purple nightgown with baby blue pajama pants that she was still wearing. Her figure was small compared to the height of over girls, and especially small next to her father. She was in one word, beautiful. She had a sense of innocence and her beauty was like a hidden kind of beauty. She looked plain from just a glance, but if you studied her extra closely, she was breathtakingly beautiful. But, if you told her that, all she would say is "Thank you" and look down embarrassed. She wouldn't believe you. She thought she was plain, and didn't believe if someone told her something else.

The name before hers on the back of the mirror, (or more like above, since it was in a list dating back since 1908) was her mother's. Rachel Cameron (Rachel's maiden name), the woman who was Cameron's mother, she had also mysteriously disappeared when Cameron was a little girl. Cameron didn't remember much about her. She just had photos of her mother, from when she was still in the Kingdom. And there were always rumors about her mother's location, but they were ridiculous ideas. The one that made the most sense, but was still absurd was that her mother had moved to the United States and started a new home there. Cameron wasn't sure what to believe, but always fantasized about having her mother there.

Cameron was snapped out of her thoughts by a voice calling her. She ran out of her room after instantly recognizing her father's voice.

"Cameron! Adonde andas?" (Cameron! Where are you?) Her father called as he climbed up the stairs to her room. Cameron raced down the long hallway in the process almost bumping into her father who was also coming her way.

"Ay! Discúlpame pa. Me buscabas?" (Oops. Sorry dad. You were looking for me?) The eager recently-turned-sixteen-year old asked her father, catching her balance at the same time.

"Si, es tiempo para que te diga que tu regalo de cumpleaños es." ("Yes, it's time for me to tell you what your birthday present is.") Her father replied, a knowing smile on his lips as he watched the reaction of her daughter. At the word present Cameron began jumping with excitement. He knew that she would have mixed feeling about her present, hopefully they would be mostly good. He knew she probably would.

"O, gracias! Gracias! Gracias! Ya vamos a abrir mis regalos!" (O, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Let's go open my presents!) Cameron's voice was filled with excitement at the thought of the surprise her father had for her. She didn't know yet but she knew it was going to be amazing. She grabbed her father's hand and began pulling him down the stairs. Finally, she gave up on pulling him, and instead bound down the stairs by herself.

When they had finally sat down in the living room, her father pulled out several presents. But Cameron knew her "surprise" wasn't in any of these. He always gave the best gifts in envelopes. She remembered the time when she had gotten tickets to go on a cruise with her best friend in an envelope, as well as concert tickets when she turned fourteen. She knew this year was special, because her father made such a big deal about it.

Her father finally pulled out a small blue envelope out of his pocket. The address was from a place she had never heard about, but she assumed it was in Spain, her home country. Cameron opened the envelope and pulled out a single ticket. She looked at the destination place. It was the same one as the one from the envelope; it just had three extra letters. Cameron slowly looked up at her father.

"Vas a viajar este años, Cameron." (You are going to travel this year, Cameron.) Her father said, a smile growing on his face as he watched the excitement grow on Cameron's face.

The tickets destination label read; Roseville, Virginia, USA