Prologue
Once upon a time, long long time ago in the land of WackoLala there lived a royal family. The King and Queen lived happily with their two lovely daughters, Isabel and Aimee. Isabel was the eldest at 19 years of age. She was studying law at the local university and she only had one more year to go. When she graduated she planned to marry her boyfriend Prince Bentrate who was heir to the thrown of a neighbouring kingdom. Isabel had long, brown, curly hair and smoky grey eyes. She was an average height but she wore 2 inch high heeled boots to make her seem much taller and more elegant than normal people. Aimee was 16 and taking her carriage driving lessons. It was agreed that she was a natural (as she seemed to be at everything) and would take her test after only her 3rd lesson. Aimee was the joy of all the servants harts at the palace, she was joyful, gay, livly and bright; all that a normal princess should be. She was petite in figure making her seem delicate and her sky blue eyes set in the light skin of her face surrounded by soft wavy blonde hair added to this impression. Then everything changed.
The King and Queen had produced a third daughter but she had been a mistake so they had given her away as soon as she was born to a passing traveller and his family. It had all been done very quietly, the baby girl had been given to the travellers by the old housekeeper and they weren't told that the baby was in fact a royal princess. The housekeeper was the only person, besides the king and queen, who knew about the third princess but she was old and one year after died. The king and queen never breathed a word to anyone else about what they had done and in time they forgot it had ever happened.
The morning that everything changed started as every other morning at the palace started. Everyone was sitting round the long dinning table eating kippers, bacon, eggs, sausages, fried mushrooms, toast and orange juice. Isabel was telling them what she proposed to do that day (shopping) and Aimee said that she was going to go for a walk in the woods with her animal friends. The king agreed that both his daughters would have lots of fun what ever they were doing and reached for the post. He flicked open the first letter with the silver letter opener. It was an invitation form Prince Bentrate to his ball the fallowing week in celebration of his birthday. This was met by excited squeals from all female occupants of the table and there was much discussion of dresses and hairstyles and shopping. The Queen was just about to ask the King if thought Aimee needed another new dress for the ball when she saw his face. It had gone a ghostly white but before her eyes it was turning green, the second letter lay opened on the table in front of him.
"Why my dear what is the matter, you look quite ill" asked the queen in a worried manner.
"It's the letter. It's from a traveller called Mr. Hamit. He says that he has found out that the baby was ours and is bringing it back as he feels that it is time our child met it's real parents." The kings face was a shade of lime green by this stage and he was taking short shuddery breaths between each sentence. The Queens face went through the same shades as the Kings landing on a scummy green that clashed horribly with her peachy gown.
The two princesses were totally oblivious to their parents and left the table muttering over their shoulders that they were going upstairs to look at the their party gowns for the ball.
The Queen turned to the King and asked in scarcly a whisper, "What do we do"?
"Well, what can we do. The child is arriving this afternoon. We will have to do the best we can. We can…. We can say it's a distant cousin who has come to live with us"
"Yes I guess that is what we will have to do. What would the kingdom think of us otherwise? Oh and dear do you have to keep calling it it for heavens sake. Mr. Hamit must have written what he called the child."
"No he didn't!" reported the king angrily, "otherwise I would be calling it buy it's name!!!!!!!"
Oh dear, thought the Queen, what were they to do. The child had probably been brought up as a savage and would know nothing about how to behave properly. Would he or she be able to fit into the family? And what on earth would her other daughters think of this. Slowly the Queen made her way upstairs to break the news to Isabel and Aimee that they had a sibling who they never knew about and that the sibling was coming home that afternoon.
Well, how was that? I hope it was good; it's my first fan fiction. Please review and tell me what you think, I know it's short. Just don't be too harsh please.
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