I glanced up at the sign for 'Royal College of Alexandra' and sighed as Simon drove me into the grounds along a long, grand, gravel driveway. Just three weeks ago, my life had seemed relatively normal. As normal as it could have been. I had a few friends, we were living not far from the Cornish coast and Sally and Simon were working in a lovely gallery over-looking a sandy bay. I looked down at my jeans, fiddling with the embroidered detail at the top of them. I was here, at the Royal College of Alexandra, because a long-lost grandfather of mine had enrolled me. He wanted me to have the best education and to follow the footsteps of the ancestors I knew nothing about. My mother had been a kind woman, until she and her boyfriend had been in a house fire when I was just three-years-old. Then I'd been passed onto an 'aunt' who had a liking to drugs and drinking, before ending up adopted by Sally and Simon Bright. When they'd found me, I wasn't even able to give them a name, so they'd called me Sky after my bright blue eyes. I'd not known much about my father, only that he was called 'Ian' and now I knew that his father's name was Albert. My grandfather. Looking around at the grand buildings and the teenagers hurrying around in their smart uniforms, I knew that my grandfather had money. But then, to send your granddaughter, who you've never met, to a boarding school known for educating Royals and the filthy-rich, you had to have a lot of money and you had to be important.

'Sky, are you okay back there?' Sally asked, a concerned look in her eyes as she turned to face me as we continued to follow the sign for 'Boarding Houses.'

'As I'll ever be.'

'It's a lot to take on.' Simon said, sympathetically. 'You know I didn't want you to come here. We've never even met the bloke.'

'It might give Sky some time to learn about her family.' Sally said to him, not to me. 'And it is the highest-rated school in England.'

'But she was settled and now she's got to settle into living in a boarding school. Without us.'

'We'll only be a twenty minute drive away.'

This argument had become a daily thing. Sally thought it would do me some good, but Simon was against the whole thing. He wasn't particularly soppy but I knew he was going to miss me, whether he said so or not.

'I want to meet him.' I told them, suddenly, making them both glance up to look at me in the mirror of the car. 'I want to meet my grandfather.'

'Maybe settle into school first.' Simon suggested as he pulled into an empty parking space outside of a building named Victoria House.

'If he sent me here, I at least need to know why it's so important that I had to move away from Newquay and to Kingston-upon-Thames.' I frowned and Sally sighed.

'She's right.' She said to Simon before turning back to face me. 'I'll give him a call and tell him you want to meet him.' I nodded in response as she gave me a small, nervous smile. Her lip wobbled and I wondered if she was going to cry.

'Sally, Simon, whatever happens, you're my mum and dad, okay?' I told them, tucking a blonde curl behind my ear. Sally and Simon both smiled at that. A small smile, but it was there.

'Come on kiddo, let's get you registered.' Simon said, breaking the emotional moment between us. He was good at that.

We signed in at a reception area in Victoria House, where a woman wearing a dress suit and thick-rimmed specs eyeballed us as she entered our details into the system. She printed out a form for Sally and Simon to sign and then she turned to me. 'Miss Bright, your room is on the first floor of Victoria House, Room 18.' She passed me an envelope. 'You have two keys in here, one to get into your room and the other to get into the building. There are also the Boarding House rules, a menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and your schedule.'

'Thank you.' I replied, my voice quiet.

'It's a pleasure.' Her dark eyes twinkled at me and I shifted, uncomfortably as a few girls passed me, whispering to each other.

Sally walked me to my room whilst Simon started unloading the car. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see that my roommate, whoever that was, had already settled in. Her duvet cover was a deep shade of pink and her bed was covered with different-sized orange and gold cushions. Her noticeboard was covered with polaroids of family and friends, and a few inspirational sayings, which made me smile. I glanced over at my bare side of the room. The white mattress had a folded duvet and two goose-feather pillows sat on it. My bedside table was empty, apart from a small white lamp. The noticeboard had lots of tiny holes in it from where it had been used before. My wardrobe and dresser both looked sparse, except for the full-length mirror on one of the wardrobe doors. It contrasted with the other side of the room, which was full of colour.

'You have a lovely view.' Sally told me from her spot outside the window. I walked over and glanced outside. There was a large tree next to the window and then rolling hills, disappearing into the distance. It was a nice view.

'Well this pretty spacious.' Simon said, appearing in the room with a suitcase and the bag full of bedding we'd bought at Dunelm Mill. 'I'll go and get the rest.'

'I'll help.' Sally offered and they left me in the room.

I bit my lip and sat down on my bed, nervously, trying to take in everything that had happened in the last few weeks; finding out my grandfather was still alive, moving to Richmond and then moving to Kingston-upon-Thames to live in a boarding house and start a school. I sighed and then jumped when I saw three girls stood in the doorway.

'Sorry, we didn't mean to scare you.' A girl with long brunette hair and a full-fringe said, giving me a small smile. She had a girl with caramel-toned skin and gingery brown hair on her right and a girl from Chinese heritage with shiny black hair on her left. 'I'm Lucy, your room-mate.' She introduced herself. 'And these are my friends Tina and Zoe. They're in the room across the hall.'

'Do you need a hand unpacking?' Tina, the girl with gingery-brown hair, asked, politely.

'That would be great.' I said with a nervous smile. 'Thanks.'

'Not a problem.' My roommate's smile became brighter. 'The quicker we can help you unpack, the quicker we can give you a guided tour, right?'

The girls didn't speak much as they unpacked with me, only occasionally pausing to compliment my clothes or belongings. I decided it was probably because Simon and Sally were there, chatting to me as Simon made my bed with my blue duvet cover, which was decoated with little birds, and plumped up the fluffy cream cushions we'd bought, whilst Sally attached a blue floral wallpaper to my noticeboard to jazz it up a little.

Sally and Simon decided to leave me with the girls after they'd helped me unpack. They'd both pulled me into a hug and had kissed the top of my head, Sally whispering, 'Remember Sky, you're special. You will fit in just fine.' After they'd gone, leaving me in the unfamiliar place I was going to have to call home, I turned to the girls I hoped would be my friends.

'Thanks for your help.' I said, nervous that I was now alone with three girls I didn't know.

'You're welcome.' Lucy smiled.

'Now come on,' Zoe said, stretching out her arms. 'We owe you a tour.'

The grounds of the school were huge and it was an exhausting trek that afternoon. We walked past the other Boarding Houses first, which were all in the same area of the campus, away from classes. The four Boarding houses were each named after royalty; Victoria, Elizabeth, Edward and Henry. The Queen-named buildings were strictly for girls-only and the King-named for boys. Apparently, one of the rules was that boys could not go in the girls' boarding houses and visa-versa. Although, as Tina had pointed out, some rules were meant to be broken. We continued walking around the old buildings and the girls showed me where classes were. Thankfully, I had at least one of them in each class so that was a little bit of a relief. We walked across to the library, which had wooden walls, engraved with flowers, and two-stories full of books, old and new. There were the music rooms, which I particularly liked, each with a piano, the theatre and the chapel. We ended our tour by walking past the stables and circling the lake once, a place I knew I'd spend a lot of time sat by in the summer.

Dinner was served in the dining hall at 5.30pm. The room was laid out in long, wooden tables and students carried their trays around before taking seats with their friends, chatting away. I opted for sausage, mash and peas and then followed Tina as she led the way across the dining room, passing cliques. There were geeky-looking people, a few with thick-glasses and the others with their noses in books. There was a group of people wearing the latest designer clothes, looking down their noses at us as we passed. There were Indie people, wearing band t-shirts and hippy clothing. Then there were the girls with the low-cut tops and tight skirts, who seemed to be glaring us we passed. I swallowed and sucked in a deep breath as I sat down beside Lucy, on a table in the corner.

'So, Sky, how did you end up here, huh?' Tina asked after taking a sip of her glass of water. The girls glanced up at me, their eyes curious.

'It's a long story.' I sighed, poking the sausage on my plate.

'We have time.' She gave me a reassuring smile.

'Well a grandfather I didn't know I had got in contact a few weeks back.' I said, pushing my peas into my mashed potato to mix them together. 'He told me that he was desperate to meet me and that I needed to come here because my family have been coming here ever since the school opened.' I crinkled my nose. 'Sally and Simon are my adopted parents and they weren't sure but then there was an opening at a gallery in Richmond and they wanted me to get a good education so they sent me here.'

'And this grandfather? What's he like?' Lucy asked.

'I don't know. I'm hoping I meet him soon.' I bit my lip.

'What's your family name?' Zoe said.

'I guess that's something else I need to find out.' I sighed. A tall, muscular guy with tanned skin and rugged dark hair and eyes passed us, scowling and I couldn't help but give him a once-over. He was tall, dark and handsome. Lucy and Zoe turned around before glancing back at me, sighing.

'Zed Benedict.' Tina said from beside me. 'Girls, he's gorgeous, I know, but we're sixteen now and gawping really isn't playing it cool.'

'He's just so...' Lucy started.

'Dreamy.' Zoe finished her sentence, her cheeks flushed.

'He is.' I agreed with a small smile as I watched him walk out of the dining room.

'Hey ladies!' A guy appeared at our table, pushing his designer glasses up his nose. 'Who's your new friend?'

'Hey Nelson.' Tina said with a friendly smile. 'This is Sky, Lu's new roommate.'

'A pleasure to meet you.' Nelson held out my hand and shook it. 'Please tell me you lovely ladies are coming to my party later.'

'Of course, I totally forgot.' Lucy said as the girls turned to look at me.

'Party?' I raised my eyebrows. 'You're allowed parties here?'

'Only the formal events.' Tina said. 'But Nelson's parents live just ten minutes away and they're always out of town at this time of year.'

'I've even roped in Jack's band this year.' Nelson grinned. 'It should be great. Obviously, though, it's invite only as normal. My guy will be on the door.'

'Your guy?'

'Security.' Nelson nodded at her and I wondered why I was surprised. The school was famous for famous students, rich families and Royalty. 'So you'll be there?'

'Of course.' Tina smiled. Nelson saluted and disappeared out of the dining room, following a group of guys. I shot my new friends a questionnable look and Tina continued, 'Right. Nelson's dad works in Parliament. Hence the security. His parties are epic but they never end up crazy and out of hand because there's always security around. You're coming right?'

I bit my lip, nervously. 'Sure.'

An hour later and we were stood in mine and Lucy's room, picking out the outfits for the evening. The girls had made me wear my blonde hair down, so it fell in curls cascading down my back and they'd added a little make-up to my eyes, making them stand out even more than normal.

'What about this?' I held up jeans and a blouse Sally had found for me at a vintage shop back in Newquay.

'It's lovely,' Lucy said, 'but it doesn't really work for the party.' She pulled out a black lace dress for herself, holding it against her. I glanced at the label; French Connection. Eek.

'It's just a house party, isn't it?' I glanced at my wardrobe. I didn't really do dressy. I'd packed plaid shirts, a few blouses and a few pairs of jeans.

'Here.' Tina threw me a cream-coloured dress with a sweetheart neckline from Lucy's wardrobe. 'This will look good on you.' I accepted it, nervously, and headed to the bathroom down the hall to get changed. I pulled it on and glanced at it in the mirror. It suited me, although it went down to my knees, whereas I knew it would be shorter on Lucy. I headed back to the room and the girls smiled at me as I slipped on my ankle boots, adding a little more 'Sky' to the outfit.

'Your phone was ringing.' Lucy told me, passing me my Samsung. I glanced at the unfamiliar number and then it started to ring again.

'Hello?' I said, answering it.

'Miss Bright?' A woman send in a Queen's English accent.

'This is her.' I replied, nervously, as my friends continued getting ready.

'I'm calling from your Grandfather's office.' She continued. 'He'd like to meet you for afternoon tea tomorrow.'

My eyes widened. I wasn't expecting to see him that quickly. 'Erm, yes of course.' I stumbled.

'He's happy to organise another day if that's a problem. He understands that you have only just moved into school today.'

'No tomorrow is fine.' I said and my friends shot curious glances my way.

'A car will be with you at two.' The woman said and then she was gone. A car?

'Everything okay?' Tina asked, smoothing down her silky halterneck dress.

I nodded, my stomach filled with butterflies. 'My grandfather wants to meet me tomorrow.'

Nelson's house wasn't far from campus but he'd still sent a few cars to pick us up. His house was a short drive away, along a road filled with large houses behind gates. A security guard let us in when the car dropped us outside and I couldn't help but gawp when the large, black, iron gates opened for us. The house was built out of brick and had white pillars either side of the front door, a balcony overhead. Tina gave our names on the door and we were let into the house I knew Sally and Simon would never be able to afford, not without winning the lottery. We walked in through the hallway, giving our coats to a lady dressed in black, and Nelson greeted us each with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

'Thanks for coming ladies.' He said, cheerily. 'Come on in.'

He led us through one reception room and into another, where there were party-goers dressed in their gladrags, dancing to a band, who were on a makeshift stage. The house had been decorated traditionally, so somehow seeing a rockband dancing and singing in the middle of a living room seemed out of place. Tina grabbed us each a drink, a glass of punch, and we took a spot by the stage.

'So are we allowed to sneak out?' I asked, curiously as I sipped the punch. It was definitely alcoholic.

'We have a curfew.' Zoe replied, making a face. 'It's as bad as being at home.'

'And what time is curfew?'

'Ten.' Lucy replied. 'But I doubt we'll be back by then.'

My stomach sank. 'Won't we get in trouble?'

'Not if we sneak back in.' Tina smiled. 'Relax Sky, we're your friends. We're not going to get you in trouble. We've done this a million times.'

I took another sip of my drink, feeling the alcohol trickling down my throat. I wasn't a heavy drinker. Or a party-goer. In fact, I'd hardly gone to parties back home. Only birthday parties for my few friends or the odd sleepover. I'd never been invited to a big house party so it was all news to me. My eyes were drawn towards the doorway as Zed Benedict walked in, beside a guy who looked very similar, only slightly shorter and with glasses on. They had to be brothers.

'Yves!' Tina waved at Zed's brother and he walked over to us, a friendly smile on his face.

'Hey Tina, Zoe, Lucy.' He turned to me. 'You must be the new girl, right?'

'This is Sky.' Tina said, introducing us.

'Pleased to meet you. I'm Yves.' He shook my hand. 'This band is pretty cool, huh?'

'Yeah.' I smiled. They were. They were the sort of stuff I would listen to on Youtube or on my iPod.

'She said to me,

"Forget what you thought

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.

So just turn around and forget what you saw

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."'

I tapped my foot to the music as Yves said something to Tina and then disappeared. 'So are you and Yves an item?' I asked and my friend laughed before shaking her head.

'Oh don't get me wrong, Yves is lovely and he's cute.' She smiled. 'But he doesn't really have time for girls. He's too busy being a straight A student all the time. His mum owns her own publishing company and his dad is in charge of stunts in loads of blockbuster movies. Yves wants to make a name for himself without being compared to his parents.'

'I don't blame him. I think I'd like to work hard to get there instead of having it handed to me too.' I said, thoughtfully. Lucky, with everything that had happened, my feet were firmly on the ground. I glanced over at my roommate, who seemed to be absent in the conversation. She was watching a guy with blonde, scruffy hair and green eyes. He smiled her way and she blushed.

'Oh, Luce, I can't have another year of you swooning over Nathaniel Kingsley.' Tina groaned, nudging her friend as Zoe laughed. 'Just make a move on him already.' I shot them a curious glance and Zoe smiled.

'Nate and Lucy have known each other since they were babies.' Zoe said, filling me in. 'They were best friends in prep school and now they're just... this.' She signalled to Lucy who was blushing, wildly.

'Shut up.' Lucy glared at her friends, trying to hide her embarassment.

'We will when you actually approach him for once. He's clearly into you.' Tina rolled her eyes as Nathaniel glanced over again.

'Can we please change the subject now?'

We spent the night dancing and giggling, talking about our lives, our families and our hopes for the future and I soon felt like I'd known the girls my whole life. Ten o'clock passed and quite a few of the guests left, heading back to school to avoid being in trouble. After the band finished, Nelson plugged in his iPod and I headed over to get another drink, trying to hide the nervous feelings I was getting about meeting my grandfather the following day. I poured myself another glass of punch and then turned around, walking straight into someone's chest.

'Sorry.' I said, nervously. I glanced up to see I'd walked into the gorgeous Zed Benedict. My cheeks flushed red.

'Whatever.' He scowled, his voice low and irritated. He didn't move, so I stepped around him, frowning. What was his problem? It was an accident. I rolled my eyes as I walked over to rejoin my friends.

I was woken up the next day by the most annoying alarm. I groaned, pulling my pillow over my head, which was aching. Eventually, Lucy pulled me out of bed against my will and we met the others at breakfast, all of us exhausted. We'd got back just after midnight, having sneaked through a back gate that I didn't know existed and then hurrying past the lake and past the stables as quick as we could. In the rain. We'd been soaked when we'd got back, but at least we'd gone unnoticed. After breakfast, the girls and I headed back to bed for a bit and then I eventually pulled myself up to have a shower.

The one thing I was finding hard about being in a Boarding school was the shared bathroom. There was an area filled with toilet cubicles and sinks with mirrors decorated with lights around the outside like in a dressing room. They were clean and posh-looking, which was fine. Then there were the showers. Cubicles, again, with a hook outside for your towel and clothes. That was all well and good, but I had visions of someone swiping my clothes and towel, leaving me naked in a cubicle. I showered and washed my hair quickly, constantly checking with my hand that my belongings were still there. Then I got dressed into a plaid shirt and jeans, unsure of what I was supposed to wear for afternoon tea with my grandfather. I tied my hair into a bun and before I knew it, it was time to go.

'Miss Bright?' There was a man stood outside, middle-aged, wearing a suit, a hat and gloves.

'Yes?' I croaked, nervously. It ended up sounding more like a question than an answer.

'I'm Wilfred, your grandfather asked me to pick you up today.' He held out his gloved hand and shook mine as a few girls and guys stopped and glanced my way, whispering. I sucked in a deep breath. My grandfather had his own driver? What on earth?

'Erm, thanks.' I said with a small smile. Wilfred walked over to the posh car, opening the backdoor for me and I climbed inside onto the sleek, leather seats. He climbed into the front seat and closed the door, turning on the engine quickly.

'How are you liking your new school?' He asked as he drove down the gravel driveway, leaving a few of my peers gawping at me.

'It's okay.' I shrugged, looking down at my short fingernails, short because I'd been chewing them.

'Your family have been coming here for over one hundred years.' He said, cheerfully. The gate opened and he drove out onto the road.

'So I've heard.' I glanced out at the window, watching as we passed hills, large parks and big houses, including Nelson's house I'd been to the night before. We continued driving until we reached a quaint house. Wilfred parked the car and opened the door for me before I could open it myself.

'There you are, Miss Bright.' He said, bowing slightly. I glanced at him, feeling uneasy with the formality.

'Thank you.' I bit my lip and looked up at the grand building in front of us. Tourists hurried past, snapping photos of the house and gardens in the September sunlight.

A woman in a pink tweed dress suit hurried down the steps towards me, bowing her head in a greeting. 'It's wonderful to meet you, dear.' She said and I spotted the security guard behind her, earpiece in and suit on. I swallowed. Who was my grandfather? 'I'm Clarence, I'm your grandfather's assistant. Please follow me, he's waiting for you inside.'

I followed the woman as she trotted back up the steps in her court shoes, the security guard taking his position behind me as we walked inside. It made me feel nauseous. We walked through the lobby area of the National Trust building and then I followed Clarence down the corridor, past a restaurant and to a closed door, which had two security men outside. They nodded at us as Clarence knocked on the door before entering.

'Sir, I've got your granddaughter Sky here to see you.' She said to the gentleman who was facing the fireplace.

'Very well. Let her in.'

Clarence gave me a reassuring smile and nudged me forward. I hadn't even realised I'd frozen on the spot. I walked carefully, my ankle boots noisy against the wooden floor of the posh-looking library. I paused when I reached the sofa opposite the armchair my grandfather was sat on. The door closed and he turned to face me. His hair was white and his face was wrinkled, more so around the mouth and eyes from laughing and smiling. His eyes looked kind and he wore a suit which looked very expensive.

'It's wonderful to meet you at last, Sky.' He said, formally, holding his hand out for me. I shook it, hoping my hands weren't too clammy. 'Do sit down, my dear.'

I sat down carefully, wishing I'd worn something smarter or borrowed something from Lucy at least. I looked scruffy in my blue plaid shirt, jeans and brown ankle boots.

'Tea?' He offered, holding up a teapot.

'Please.'

He poured us each a cup of tea and I bit my lips, nervously. 'Sally and Simon said you wanted to meet me?' I nodded, unsure of what to say. 'I was going to give you a call after you'd settled in but I was more than happy to clear my schedule to meet you earlier.' There was a knock at the door and a waitress walked in, curtsied, and then placed a cake stand on the table between us. It was laden with scones, tiny cakes and finger sandwiches. She smiled and then walked out again.

'I just... felt I needed to meet the person who was paying a fortune for me to go to a private school.' I said, aware I was rambling a little.

'That's fair.' He nodded, sipping at his tea. 'The Royal College of Alexandra is a wonderful school.'

'And it's been a place of education for my family for over one hundred years.'

'Exactly.' He smiled. 'I went there myself, you know. I was head of the lacrosse team.'

'Lacrosse?' My eyebrows furrowed.

'You'll find out about that soon enough.' He said. 'But we have more important matters to discuss.'

'We do?'

'How is your room?'

'It's fine.' I shrugged.

'And your roommate?'

'She's lovely.' I smiled a little and felt glad I'd taken painkillers before leaving. My headache was starting to disappear.

'Good.' He nodded at the food on the table. 'Sandwich?'

I carefully took a finger sandwich filled with egg and placed it on the floral side plate. I ate it carefully, trying not to make a mess. Mayonaise oozed onto my fingers and I licked it off of my fingers. I looked up to see my grandfather was watching me, an unreadable expression on his face. I finished my sandwich, not sure I could really eat anymore with him watching me. I placed the plate down and wiped my fingers on a napkin.

'Do you know your real name at all Sky? Or anything about your family's history at all?'

'No.' I replied, looking down at my grubby fingernails again.

'Well,' he sat back in his arm chair as I glanced up again, 'you were born Chloe Elizabeth Henderson. Although I understand that some awful circumstances meant that you lost that name.' He looked at me, sadly. 'I'm sorry you had a tough upbringing. If your father would have known you existed then things would have been very different.'

'It's okay. ' I said, unsure of what else to say in response to that. Chloe Elizabeth Henderson? Really?

'I'm surprised at all that your mother gave you your father's surname. Not that it's made you easy to trace of course. We've had investigators searching for you for several years.' That surprised me. They'd been looking for me that long? I must have looked surprised because he continued, 'family is very important to your father and I. One can have all the riches in the world but none of that matters if you do not have people to love and people who love you back.'

'Is Ian.. my father... still alive?'

He smiled. 'Ian?'

'That's what my aunt said his name was.'

'Well in respects, it is.' He took a sip of his tea. 'Your father is very much alive and well.'

So why hadn't he bothered to show up? My eyebrows furrowed together. 'So where is my father?'

'He is a very busy man. It doesn't mean that he doesn't want to meet you, Sky, he does. His job just requires a lot of his time. You'll see him soon enough.'

The thought made me nervous. My biological father was still alive and one day we'd meet. But he was too busy to see me? 'Is he a lawyer or something?'

'Erm... not quite.' He looked nervous for the first time in our meeting. 'Your father... Edward Phillip Ian Henderson...' he paused, 'is the King of England.'

I looked at him, puzzled. 'Are you sure?' This was a wind-up, surely? Hidden cameras must have been somewhere and surely Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out and tell me it had been a prank. A joke. I knew the King was King Edward III, but surely they just had the same name?

He chuckled at that. 'I am very sure, my dear. I was King once.'

King Albert. He'd been on the throne when I was born, I remembered from my History lessons. Then his wife had passed away and he became quite unwell so he'd stepped down and allowed his son to become King. Puzzles pieced together in my mind. 'The school, the security, the chaffeur, the curtsies...'

'It's all very much real, my dear Sky.' He said, his voice sincere.

'So what does that make me?'

His mouth turned upwards into a small smile. 'Princess Sky Chloe Elizabeth Henderson.'

I blinked and swallowed as the news sank in. The room seemed to spin and I felt dizzy. Then I threw up.

'I think that's a first.' Wilfred said as he drove me back to the school that evening.

'What?' I croaked from the backseat, still feeling ill.

'Someone vomitting when they are told they are royalty.'

I groaned. How embarrassing. I rested my head against the headrest and sighed as the car entered the school grounds. 'I'm going to be the worst princess ever.'

Wilfred's eyes twinkled. 'Actually, your highness, I think you'll make a rather good princess.'

'I'm glad someone has faith in me.'

The girls had already gone to dinner when I got back, but I didn't want anything. I sat on my bed, looking at the large file my grandfather had given me. Inside was a family tree and information about my family. He'd taken my number and email and had told me he'd assign me an assistant. He wanted to announce my identity formally, as did my father, in a press conference in a week, before anyone found out another way. I pulled out a debit card and my eyebrows shot up as I looked at the balance written on the letter from the bank. Seven digits. Holy crap.

I'm sorry we didn't tell you, Sky xxx

Sally had text me after I'd been a little too abrupt to them on the phone. I sank back in my bed and tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at the ceiling.

I was a princess. And everything was about to change.