Hey everyone! So, I've started my next story. I've had this idea in my head for a really long time, and I've been so excited to start it, especially as the Princess Diaries 2 is a real guilty pleasure of mine!
The story idea of roughly the same, but there are none of the original characters and I do deviate from the plot a fair bit. So even if you don't like the movie, please give this fic a chance.
Also, please don't forget to review, favourite and follow the story. It was also mean a lot to me if you checked out my other fics. I am not done with the DailyKlaine one shots by the way; I'll do both of these at the same time.
Lastly, I will be hoping to update this fic around once a week. I'm fairly consistent with my updates, but with other fics I've updated once a day. It's exam time for me right now, so that just won't be possible.
One last thing-Blaine is not in this chapter, but trust me, he'll play a big part in the rest of the chapters!
It had been a long, stressful year for one Kurt Hummel. Being captain of the Glee club and the Cheerios, senior class President, Valedictorian, and kicker for the football time, as well as being in several other school clubs had really taken its toll in the barely eighteen year old. But now, Kurt had graduated, become of age, and had the whole summer to kick back and relax…sort of.
You see, Kurt Hummel was not any ordinary high school graduate. No. He was in fact, His Royal Highness, Prince Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, of Elsiva. The secret had been kept from the boy for the majority of his life. Only on his sixteenth birthday was the surprise revealed.
"Kurt, bud, can you come in here for a moment?" Burt yelled from the living room. Kurt begrudgingly walked into the room, way too obsessed with his brand new iPod to pay attention to his father.
"There's someone I want you to meet", Burt continued, undeterred by his son's disinterest.
"I already met Carole, dad. I really like her, don't worry". Kurt said, still not looking up from his iPod.
"No Kurt", Burt was getting exasperated, "Kurt, will you stop being rude and greet our guest, please?"
At this, the teenager looked up to see an unfamiliar older woman sitting in the armchair in his living room. She looked completely out of place; her clothes were finely pressed, her hair was immaculate, and she had an air about her that made her seem so much better than the room she was in. Kurt thought he had met his double. He was too confused to say anything at this moment, so the woman decided to step in;
"Good afternoon, Kurt. My name is Sophia, it is truly, truly wonderful to meet you". She held out her hand for Kurt to take. He did so hesitantly.
"Hello…" he replied, unsure of her presence.
"Bud, I think you should sit down. We have something big to tell you. You might be confused at first, but just know that we kept this from you for the best reasons". Now Kurt was really worried. Once seated, Sophia continued;
"Kurt, believe it or not, I am your grandmother".
"But I already have a grandmother", Kurt said simply, dumbfounded by this information.
"Your father Burt's mother, yes, I have met her. She's a lovely woman. But I am your mother, Elizabeth's, mother". Kurt stayed silent, "I know this may come as a bit of a shock, but the reason I have stayed so distant is so that you may have a normal childhood, until you are old enough and mature enough to come into my life".
"What…" Kurt started, but he wasn't really sure how to continue.
"Kurt, darling. I am the queen of Elsiva. It's a small country near Greece, truly beautiful in the Summer, I can't wait to show you. The locals will just adore you, I can tell", she tapered off, realising she was rambling. "Anyway, this, of course, makes you a prince", she paused when Kurt audible inhaled air.
"Would you like me to stop for a moment, dear?" She said, sounding just like a grandmother. Kurt shook his head, he needed to hear it all now or he would explode.
"Well, your mother was first in line to the throne, of course. When she met your father she wasn't sure if she still wanted to become ruler, but ultimately she decided that small-town life was for her. Even if she hadn't passed away, you would still be first in line to the throne, Kurt. I know this is a lot to take in, but I would like to take you to Elsiva and get you acquainted with life there, and start your royal training immediately".
That was two years ago. Kurt was hesitant, of course, and completely overwhelmed. But once he was in the gorgeous country, he had never felt so at home. Kurt missed his dad, of course. Burt decided that the high life just wasn't for him, plus he had his business to take care of. But they Skyped almost every day, and, although he loved his country, Kurt was always happy to go back and see his father.
Now Kurt was heading to Elsiva for the last time, as he would be taking up permanent residence in the castle from here on out. As, at the end of the summer, Kurt would be coronated as King of Elsiva. He was terrified, to say the least, but he was also more than excited to take on the role and do some good in the world. The topic of college had come up, but Kurt decided that for now, it wasn't needed. He would learn on the job and couldn't handle any distractions in his first year of ruling.
Kurt woke from his daydreaming by the driver of his personal car stating their arrival at the palace. Looking through the blacked-out window, he could see the familiar, regal columns and arched of the building he had grown to love. Stepping out, the heat of the hot country hit him; this was something he was never going to enjoy, it messed up his hair. The second his foot touched solid ground, a barrage of workers of the royal family greeted him and asked if they could hold his coat, bag, sunglasses, hand...anything they could think of. Shooing them away, Kurt made his own way into his new home.
Standing in the foyer was Sophia, his grandmother. The pair had grown exceptionally close over his summer visits, and Kurt could tell she was more excited than him about his permanent stay. She immediately wrapped Kurt up in a tight, warm, familiar hug, making him feel so safe and loved.
"Oh Kurt darling I'm so glad you arrived okay. Are you well?" Kurt would never be used to her formality.
"Yes grandma, I'm pretty tired though, it was a long flight".
"Oh I'm sure. I'll personally show you up to your new suite". Sophia truly did fuss over him like a grandmother would.
To say Kurt was impressed by his permanent room was an understatement. It was practically the size of his old house. Gaping, he walked slowly into the room, trying to take it all in.
"I'll leave you to get acquainted", Sophia said with a knowing smile.
It. Was. Ginormous. Double doors led into a small foyer, with an archway that lead into a grand living room with a giant plasma TV mounted into the wall. Everything was very tasteful, but with a modern touch. Kurt approved. From his position in the middle of the living room, Kurt could see a door that appeared to lead to a small private kitchen and a bathroom. Moving through the grand double doors to his left, he entered the most beautiful room he had ever seen. The main feature was the giant four poster, double bed with plush, expensive sheets. Each piece of furniture looked like it cost more than his car, and it probably did.
It was the wardrobe, however, that really caught Kurt's attention. It was the size of his bedroom, with a million different drawers and cabinets. He even had a little remote to control which drawer opened and closed when. The room was already stocked with every piece of clothing he could image, all in his style. The palace staff had really gone all out for him. Kurt felt like the luckiest man in the world.
After about an hour of soaking all of it in, his grandmother appeared once more, looking slightly nervous.
"Kurt dear, do you like your new room?" She asked, perching regally in one of his sofas.
"Like it? I love it! This is amazing, thank you so much", he almost shouted with excitement. Sophia chuckled;
"I'm so glad. Now Kurt dear, please sit down. I hate to bombard you with something so important when you have only just arrived. But the sooner you know the better". Kurt had never seen his grandmother look so worried before.
"Now, you are going to be coronated in a couple of months. That is still going ahead, so don't you worry about that. However, the citizens aren't too happy about it". Kurt was shocked;
"But grandma, I thought they loved me? They always seem so happy to see me when I meet them!"
"They are dear, trust me, they love you. But they do not love the idea of an unwed King. You see, Elsiva has never not had both a King and a Queen. Or, in your case, a King and a King. Our people are a stickler for tradition, and I fear they will not respond well to you as their King".
"What do I do? I'm only eighteen. Plus I can't fall in love with someone enough to want to marry them in three months! The most important thing for a King is for his subjects to value him!" Kurt was truly freaking out by this point.
"Well dear, the way I see it is that you have two options. You can either stay unwed and have a tough time ruling, or you can find yourself a husband". Kurt didn't really like either of those options. Man, he really wished he had his dad with him right now.
Just when Kurt had processed this new information, his grandmother continued;
"I'll let you sleep on your options, dear. But, there is more news. Lord Anderson and his son will be staying in the castle for a while. Do you know who they are?"
Kurt shook his head; he didn't know or care right now.
"Well, Lord Anderson is a rather important politician in Elsiva. And, I'll be frank; he isn't a very nice man. He's been trying to take the throne from me for years, however I think he's realised he has missed his chance; Lord Anderson is fifty you see. He wouldn't have a long, illustrious life on the throne. So he's pinned all his hopes of royalty onto his son; he's the same age as you actually, Blaine Anderson. While you were gone, the pair was campaigning for the country to demand an Anderson on the throne, but they were unsuccessful".
Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing; this was the last thing he needed after the whole marriage bombshell;
"Then why have you invited them to the castle?" Kurt demanded to know. He generally tried to be polite towards his grandmother, she was Queen after all, but he did not need this stress right now.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Kurt. I just want to keep an eye on them. Maybe even get them on our side. It will make your ruling life easier". Kurt had gone from feeling annoyed to experiencing a full-on bad mood now.
"Fine. Just, I don't want to see them when they are here", he said stroppily.
"Now Kurt as a King you must be polite and courteous, as well as a good host". Kurt groaned.
"Okay, whatever. Can I please go to sleep now?"
"Of course, dear. You'll need your rest, the Andersons arrive first thing tomorrow", Sophia said as she started to exit the room.
"WHAT?" Kurt almost shouted, "I thought you meant in, like, a month or something?"
"Oh no, dear. We need to find out their secrets as soon as possible", and with that, she left the room.
Kurt flung himself onto the bed, too annoyed and scared to enjoy its comfort. Sitting like a starfish, he felt something furry on his chest. Looking down, he saw a familiar whiskered face, causing him to crack a smile.
"Hey gorgeous", he said, stroking his cat's ears. Sir Bubbington had been a present from his grandmother as a belated sixteenth birthday present when he first came to the castle. As Bub was already accustomed to the palace, he stayed here, even when Kurt went home. But the cat had grown very attached to him, and the Prince loved the black cat just as much.
"I'm so glad you're here. Maybe you'll be able to keep me sane", Kurt said with a sigh, scratching his one white ear, eventually falling into a fitful sleep.
Hope you enjoyed-see you in the next chapter!