Chapter 1: Princess Gabriella Taylor
I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. My thoughts were all jumbled up and it was hard for me to think straight. All I knew was that I needed to get away from here before they realize I'm gone. I guess the phrase; "running away from your troubles" really applies to me.
I thought back to what happened:
I was leaning on my balcony of my room watching my people from my castle. Yes, I am a princess. Princess Gabriella Taylor of Windsor, England. You may think this is just amazing, but trust me; I'd trade this castle for a tiny house in the middle of nowhere any day. At least I would have peace and privacy.
"Princess Taylor," One of my guards called, "your parents wish to speak to you." That was a pretty normal thing. My parents only talked to me about upcoming events or meetings. This was probably another "Meet and Greet the Royal Family," or so I thought.
"Gabriella, come sit with us!" My father shouted from the main dining room. I walked, gracefully might I add, to where my mother and father were. I've had weeks and weeks of practice on walking perfectly; my trainer said, 'A princess must always walk with poise and confidence that you are never alone.'
"Mother, father." I acknowledged them. "What is it you wished to talk about?" My words flowed with a light accent.
"Darling, as you know, you will soon be taking my place as queen. Carrying on the tradition of our family and living your life on the throne." I nodded towards my mother. "Well, there is a certain task you must complete in order to fulfill a future queens' duties."
"And what is that?" I questioned. I was confused, I thought I had done all I should have.
"Of course, to every queen" she paused to hold my father's hand, "there is a king. And we have thought about it and decided that Prince Joseph ll is an option-"
"No! Mother, father; I will not agree to marry him! I'm only 16 and he's not even a gentleman." I cut her off.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but this is not something that can be discussed. We have set the date and you may talk about more wedding plans with-"
"Wait! You didn't even ask for my permission? An arranged marriage? No! No, I will not follow through." I said, my voice rising from anger.
"I do not appreciate your tone, young lady. But this isn't such a bad thing. Prince Joseph has a lot of land and he comes from a very wealthy fam-"
"So, that's all you're after, isn't it? I don't get to actually be with someone who I truly love." I finished, leaving, without being dismissed.
I guess my parents got the hint that I wanted to be alone because they didn't follow me up to my room. I started to think real hard. 'I'm getting married. At age 16. And it isn't even for my own pleasure. But of course my job as a princess is to please.' That night, I cried myself to sleep. I may have servants and guards and people surrounding me but in this point in my life; I have never felt so lonely.
