New story. Yes, another one. =D A few things: This takes place in the beginning of November, 2010. Miley is seventeen, Oliver is twenty one. This story is, clearly, AU.
There might be one part of a later chapter that is M or going in to the M section, but I am still not sure so I am not rating the whole story M. So yes...enjoy please, and let me know what you think!
-Jen
PS: The countries Costa Luna and Costa Estrella I am borrowing from the DCOM Princess Protection Program. No copyright infringement intended. All publicly recognizable things, people, places, ETC, are property of their rightful owners this is intended for entertainment only.
I sat on the window seat of my bedroom, looking pensively out at the setting sun. It was turning the sky a beautiful canvas of red, orange, and yellow, and was reflected beautifully in the near but far ocean. I wished that I could run out there right now and jump in, but if I did that, father would most likely murder me.
There was a soft knocking on my door, and the voice of my lady's maid, Lilly, called, "Princess? Are you ready?"
I sighed, and called, "Come in," As I got up off my window seat, and walked across my large suite to sit at the stool that stood before my vanity.
The blond girl who was no older then me at seventeen entered, her hair done up, and not in her normal uniform. There was something special about what was going on tonight, but I had no idea what. My father had just told me to dress in whatever the royal dressmaker had sent, and that I was to wear my tiara. That meant it was a very important event...he just hadn't told me what. As far as I knew, my elder brother Jackson, nor our step sister Traci knew either.
"Lilly?" I asked, as she set to work gently brushing my hair and then beginning to curl it.
"Yes princess?"
"Do you know what's going on tonight? Why is everyone getting all dressed up? Even the staff. And I told you...call me Miley." I reminded her.
She smiled at me through the mirror. "Miley, then. And no, I do not. We were just told by
His Royal Majesty to be dressed up." She informed me, her hands moving quickly to style my hair.
I frowned, slumping. What in the world was going to happen tonight?
My name is Miley, by the way. Well, actually, it's Amanda Mariah Amelia Stewart. I am seventeen years old, and the daughter of His Royal Majesty, Robert Stewart, and his late wife, Her Royal Majesty, Susanna Stewart; the King and Queen of the mostly unknown Costa Estrella. I am the crown princess of Costa Estrella.
So, if you wanted to get really technical about it, my full title is 'her royal highness, Amanda Mariah Amelia Stewart, Princess of Costa Estrella.' Yes, really long, I know. I thank the Lord that I am not the royal announcer.
"Miley?" My older brother, Jackson, who was twenty one, called, knocking on my door.
Lilly hurried over to the door as I called for him to come in, opening it for him, and curtsying. "Your highness," She murmured, before returning to my hair.
My brother was the heir to the throne of Costa Estrella, and we had both wondered if maybe this dinner was about my father giving him the throne. But my father was still so young, we we didn't see why that would occur this early.
"Jackson," I said, relieved. He'd clearly been either at the party already, or spying. His crown rested on his head, and he was in a black tux. "Were you at the party?"
"No, father said you and I have to take the entrance. I don't know what this is about, Miley, but it's something big. The Costa Luna royal family is here."
I turned to look at him. "What?!"
"Exactly. I don't know why, but I think something's about to happen. Something big. Father asked me to tell you to hurry."
"I'm finished with her hair, your highness," Lilly said to my brother, sliding my tiara in to place. My hair was curled, with half of it pinned back and the tiara slid in at the top. "Once We get her dress and jewelry on, she will be out, it will take no more then five minutes."
He smiled at her. "Thank you, Lillian." He said, and then looked at me. "Miles..." He said, kneeling beside me and taking my hand. "Don't worry...I'm sure it's all going to be fine."
I nodded and smiled for a brief moment, and he smiled back, kissing my forehead, before leaving the room.
"Ok," Lilly said, and I stood, following her to where my dress hung on a rack. It was a baby pink and strapless floor length dress. There was a center cut with a silvery sparkly hem, and on the bust where was a firework like design with the silver decorative fabric. Around my neck I wore a silver diamond necklace with the diamonds alternating in size all the way around.
I slid my feet in to strappy silver heels, then sprayed on some perfume. "How do I look?" I asked Lilly. She smiled.
"Beautiful, Prin-I mean, Miley." She said...but she was kind of required to say that, in her head.
I smiled anyways, "Thank you." Then I sighed. Here we go.
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I stood behind the double doors that opened in to the dining room where we were to have dinner, and Jackson offered his arm, which I took, sighing as I heard them begin.
I heard the slamming of the stick twice, and then the announcer: "Presenting his royal highness, Jackson Rod Stewart, Prince of Costa Estrella; and her royal highness, Amanda Mariah Amelia Stewart, Princess of Costa Estrella."
The double doors were opened and Jackson and I stepped through in to the dining room.
Everyone was standing. My father stood with my step mother, Clarissa, and Clarissa's hand rested on the shoulder of my step sister, Traci who was my age, and my other step sister, Marissa, who was twelve.
I had seen the royal family of Costa Luna, the neighboring country, and only other country on this island, only twice before in person, from a distance, and in photographs. The King and Queen, Oscar and Esme Oken, stood with their sons, Oliver, twenty-one, and Kenneth, fifteen, and their daughters, Olivia, fourteen, and Ellen, ten.
I personally didn't see why we were going with this formality, since they were royal too, but I suppose that it was our country they were in, our castle.
The king and queen nodded politely, and the girls curtsied, and Oliver and Kenneth bowed to Jackson, and stepped forward to bow to me, kissing my hand.
"King Oscar, Queen Esme, this is my daughter, Amanda, and my son, Jackson." My father said, stepping forward. "Amanda, Jackson," He said, "This is King Oscar and Queen Esme, of Costa Luna."
I hated when my father called me Amanda. Miley. I was Miley.
I curtsied, and smiled at them, Jackson bowed to King Oscar, and to Queen Esme, kissing her hand.
We all took our seats soon after. My father sat at the head of the table, and Clarissa sat to his right. I was on his left, and Jackson was next to me. Traci was next to Clarissa, and Marissa next to Traci. King Oscar sat at the other end, and Queen Esme sat on his right. Oliver was to his left, and Kenneth on Oliver's other side, and the two girls sat beside their mother.
The dinner went by without event, small talk was shared, and desert, the same. We then moved in to the sitting room, and that's where the whole reason for this came out.
"Now," my father said, "We should get down to business. Concerning what we discussed over the phone, Oscar, I agree with you entirely. Both of our countries are in danger, and we would be stronger as one."
"I'm glad we see eye to eye, Robert," King Oscar said, smiling. "It's a shame that we are in such a place, but nonetheless, you and your family seem like very nice people, and we are both in this for the same cause."
I shared a look with my brother. Joining our kingdoms? That wasn't easily done.
"Excuse me, Father?" Jackson said. "Could you please explain."
My father nodded, and turned to Jackson. "In order to save both of our countries from perish, Costa Luna and Costa Estrella are going to unite as one nation, under one royal family."
"But doesn't that mean marriage uniting the two families must take place?" Jackson asked, looking wearily at the other family. It was illegal for Jackson to marry their daughter. She was only fourteen. You had to be sixteen to marry in both of our nations.
My father disregarded Jackson's question, and turned to me, holding his hand out, "Miley, dear, come here." He said. I shot my brother a look, but stood, and went to my father's side, and he took my hand.
I noticed then that King Oscar had stood, and his son had stood to, his father's hand on his shoulder.
My father lead me forward, holding one of my hands, placing on on my shoulder.
"Son," The king said, "This is Princess Amanda," He told him, and then my father spoke.
He told him, "This is your future bride."