BPOV
It was another ordinary day in the palace. My father is at a meeting and my mother was at the Children's Hospital. I was getting measured for my newest ball gown to wear at my 18th Birthday Ball. Being royal has been ok for me.
Everyone is always telling me what to do, having to try on a million gowns, having to take Etiquette Lessons on how to be the proper lady and so on and so forth. Normal people think it is easy to be royal. Well they better think again. It isn't always easy. Having a ball every weekend. Being homeschooled with the best the best teacher in England, who has high expectations. It is very frustrating.
My parents have forced me to date a man I don't even love. His name is Garret. He is about 6 foot with brown eyes and dark brown hair, who's family is also royal. My father believes royalty marries royalty, which I never understood. Some people just don't understand that love is a passionate feeling, not a feeling where you feel pressured.
" Your Highness your father is back from the meeting and would like to speak to you." My maid Jessica said.
"Tell my father I will be there in a minute." I told her.
"Yes ma'am."
Once my measuring was finished I walked to my father's room. I swear this palace is a freaking maze. Luckily my other maid Angela knows the palace like the back of her hand. I know I have lived here for 17 years but I still can't memorize it.
"Angela. Will you please take me to my father's room?" I asked.
"Yes ma'am." She said.
Angela is probably my favorite maid. She is like my second mom and best friend. I tell her everything. I tell her secrets, fears, wishes, etc. She is 25 years old with black hair and brown eyes and the most sweetest personality. She started working here at the palace when she was 21. She said she needed a job and was willing to work and ever since then, she has worked here. We finally arrived at my father's room and he was pacing back and forth, across the room.
"Thank you Angela. You can go." I said dismissing her.
"Bella, can you please tell me why you don't want to marry Garret?" He asked when he stopped pacing. Here we go again. My father knows I don't want to marry Garret. Garret is a total lady's man and only wants to marry me for the money.
"I don't love him."
"Why? He's perfect for you!"
"How come I am forced into marriage, when you weren't?" He never answered that question. Because both of us knew he didn't have a good excuse. I ran out of the room and didn't say another word.
I may not know my way around the palace, but I knew where the garden was. The garden was sorta of my getaway from life. It was so peaceful, beautiful and colorful. I loved to walk down the aisles and enjoy the fresh air with the birds chirping and the butterflies flying everywhere. It was just so beautiful. My favorite part of the garden was the rose patch. In the middle of it all there was a white gazebo.
While I was walking down aisle towards the gazebo, I noticed the landscapers were working today, but one in particular caught my eye. He had bronze hair with beautiful emerald green eyes and sun kissed skin from being out in the sun all day. I didn't realize it but he was looking at me, straight in the eyes.