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And props to my beta Padfoot Black, she helped me so much in this story, thanks Liss! And thanks also to Tranquille for all of your ideas too!
As I said before, this is not a Mary Sue fic (A Mary Sue is an original female character who is based on the author).
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Mia's POV
A sister? How come no one ever mentioned this to me before?
"Um.... Er... Uh.... Huh? What?" I stumbled out.
"Not WHAT Amelia, say pardon if you wish me to repeat myself. And I said she was your sister." Grandmere retorted.
"Yes, I heard that, Grandmere, but um, could somebody please explain that part to me?"
I sat down. I mean really, it's bad enough that my parents kept my royal status a secret from me for fourteen years, but to keep the fact that I have a sister secret from me for seventeen years is going a little too far. I'm surprised our family hasn't been on a talk show before.
"Mia," said my father, "I want you to know that nobody knew about this until tonight. We weren't intentionally hiding it from you."
So that makes it ok then? Whose daughter is she anyway? Mom's? Dad's?
"So um, not to be rude or anything, but who does she belong to? I mean, if she's really my sister, then is she your's Mom? Dad?"
"She is not property, Amelia!" barked Grandmere.
"No, it's all right, mother. Anabelle is my daughter, Mia," interrupted Dad.
Huh. I always knew dad was a womaniser, with a chronic bed hopping disorder, but I always thought I was the only kid he'd ever produced from it. That's why I was told about being a Princess, because I was the only kid he was ever going to have. I was his only heir.
But I guess things have changed now that Mystery Girl has arrived.
Michael's POV
Saturday mornings I would usually sleep in, but Mia was going to be coming over so that I could help her study for some school work she was having trouble with. I rolled over and hopped out of bed.
Someone knocked on the door. Mia wasn't supposed to be here for at least another hour. Baffled, I threw on my robe, and answered the door. It was Mia. And she did not look well. Her eyes were all red, and her face was blotchy where tears had run down her face.
"Mia!" I cried, "What's wrong?"
"Hi, Michael." She replied. "I'm sorry I'm early, but I just needed to talk with someone."
"Sure. Come in." I ushered her inside and shot Lars an inquisitive look. He shrugged and closed the door behind Mia. Lars always stayed guard outside the door whenever Mia came over.
She hadn't even brought her schoolbooks with her, something must be wrong. I cleaned off my bed and made a space for her to sit down. She didn't say anything, she just looked blankly out at nothing. I didn't want to push, but after all, Mia had been the one to say she wanted to talk.
"Mia, what's wrong?" I asked gently.
She looked up at me as if she hadn't realised I was there. I sat beside her and put my arm around her.
"Um..." She began, "Well, I got home last night... everyone was there... I didn't recognise her. Should I have recognised her? She doesn't look a thing like me. Although I always thought I looked more like Mom than Dad anyway, but I mean, shouldn't I look at least a little like her? We are related after all..."
"Mia, slow down. Who are you talking about? Who should you look like?" I wasn't understanding a word she was saying. Whenever Mia was stressed she spoke fast and incoherently, just as she was doing now.
"My sister." She replied flatly. "I have a sister now!"
What? When did all this happen?
"A sister?" I echoed. "Who, um... what? How is this possible?"
I sounded about as coherent as Mia did, but a sister? Was this another secret Mia's family had been hiding from her?
"Apparently," Mia continued "Her mother is a woman called Carole Hershey. She and my Dad had a fling a few years before he met mom. She's nineteen, just two years older than I am. Anyway, she had Anabelle by herself, and she never told her who her real father was until recently. But then the truth came out and Anabelle came looking for her real family, and now it's going to be a repeat of what happened to me, only without the Josh Ritcher incident, and this means I might never have to rule Genovia, and everything has just been turned upside down. Michael, what am I going to do?"
Whoa. That's a lot of information to get in the five seconds it took Mia to splurt it out. What am I supposed to say to that? If what I understood from her is true, then Mia's world really has been turned upside down.
Mia's POV
Michael didn't know what to say. I don't think I'd done a very good job of telling him the whole story. But I didn't really know what to say. None of it made sense, not to Michael, and not to me.
Eventually he spoke. "What's going to happen now? How does your grandmother feel about this?"
That was a good question. How did Grandmere feel? Upset that this was going to be portrayed by the media as a family scandal? Happy that now her country wasn't in my incapable hands? But I guess Grandmere's thoughts on the issue aren't much good, because as much as she would like to be in control of the situation, she really cant be.
"I don't know Michael. I just don't know anything any more."
I slumped over and curled up in his lap, I always feel safest in his arms, no matter what was going wrong, I knew we could get through it, as long as we were together. And that's exactly what he said, that we would get through this. Together.
* * *
I didn't particularly feel like going home anytime soon, so I spent the rest of the day with Michael. We sat down with a cup of coffee and talked about everything.
The only thing I left out, was how pretty Anabelle was. And how she has breasts. Because whereas I on the other hand, am merely passable, and am as flat chested as I was when I was fourteen. I didn't particularly want Michael to know this.
Michael's POV
Mia left a little before dinnertime. I told her she didn't have to leave at all if she didn't want to, but I think she thought it was best to face her family now, instead of waiting till the family dinner at the Loft tomorrow night.
Mia invited me of course, but I don't think Grandmere will be very happy to see me show up at an "all family" dinner. But Mia says she needs my support, and I want to be there for her. Even if it means receiving the evil eye from Grandmere all night.
I wonder what this Anabelle girl is like. Mia was reluctant to say much about her. I think maybe she is feeling like her role in the family, as the sole heir, is jeopardised. Because like Mia said, she isn't first in line for the throne any more.
Which has its good and its bad points. It's good because Mia and I would be able to live simpler lives in the future. Mia could be a full time writer, not the Crown Princess of a country who writes on the side. And she would be a lot less stressed about letting her dad down, because although she has never really said it out loud, I know her well enough to know that she is constantly worrying about it.
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Ok, review now please!
And props to my beta Padfoot Black, she helped me so much in this story, thanks Liss! And thanks also to Tranquille for all of your ideas too!
As I said before, this is not a Mary Sue fic (A Mary Sue is an original female character who is based on the author).
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Mia's POV
A sister? How come no one ever mentioned this to me before?
"Um.... Er... Uh.... Huh? What?" I stumbled out.
"Not WHAT Amelia, say pardon if you wish me to repeat myself. And I said she was your sister." Grandmere retorted.
"Yes, I heard that, Grandmere, but um, could somebody please explain that part to me?"
I sat down. I mean really, it's bad enough that my parents kept my royal status a secret from me for fourteen years, but to keep the fact that I have a sister secret from me for seventeen years is going a little too far. I'm surprised our family hasn't been on a talk show before.
"Mia," said my father, "I want you to know that nobody knew about this until tonight. We weren't intentionally hiding it from you."
So that makes it ok then? Whose daughter is she anyway? Mom's? Dad's?
"So um, not to be rude or anything, but who does she belong to? I mean, if she's really my sister, then is she your's Mom? Dad?"
"She is not property, Amelia!" barked Grandmere.
"No, it's all right, mother. Anabelle is my daughter, Mia," interrupted Dad.
Huh. I always knew dad was a womaniser, with a chronic bed hopping disorder, but I always thought I was the only kid he'd ever produced from it. That's why I was told about being a Princess, because I was the only kid he was ever going to have. I was his only heir.
But I guess things have changed now that Mystery Girl has arrived.
Michael's POV
Saturday mornings I would usually sleep in, but Mia was going to be coming over so that I could help her study for some school work she was having trouble with. I rolled over and hopped out of bed.
Someone knocked on the door. Mia wasn't supposed to be here for at least another hour. Baffled, I threw on my robe, and answered the door. It was Mia. And she did not look well. Her eyes were all red, and her face was blotchy where tears had run down her face.
"Mia!" I cried, "What's wrong?"
"Hi, Michael." She replied. "I'm sorry I'm early, but I just needed to talk with someone."
"Sure. Come in." I ushered her inside and shot Lars an inquisitive look. He shrugged and closed the door behind Mia. Lars always stayed guard outside the door whenever Mia came over.
She hadn't even brought her schoolbooks with her, something must be wrong. I cleaned off my bed and made a space for her to sit down. She didn't say anything, she just looked blankly out at nothing. I didn't want to push, but after all, Mia had been the one to say she wanted to talk.
"Mia, what's wrong?" I asked gently.
She looked up at me as if she hadn't realised I was there. I sat beside her and put my arm around her.
"Um..." She began, "Well, I got home last night... everyone was there... I didn't recognise her. Should I have recognised her? She doesn't look a thing like me. Although I always thought I looked more like Mom than Dad anyway, but I mean, shouldn't I look at least a little like her? We are related after all..."
"Mia, slow down. Who are you talking about? Who should you look like?" I wasn't understanding a word she was saying. Whenever Mia was stressed she spoke fast and incoherently, just as she was doing now.
"My sister." She replied flatly. "I have a sister now!"
What? When did all this happen?
"A sister?" I echoed. "Who, um... what? How is this possible?"
I sounded about as coherent as Mia did, but a sister? Was this another secret Mia's family had been hiding from her?
"Apparently," Mia continued "Her mother is a woman called Carole Hershey. She and my Dad had a fling a few years before he met mom. She's nineteen, just two years older than I am. Anyway, she had Anabelle by herself, and she never told her who her real father was until recently. But then the truth came out and Anabelle came looking for her real family, and now it's going to be a repeat of what happened to me, only without the Josh Ritcher incident, and this means I might never have to rule Genovia, and everything has just been turned upside down. Michael, what am I going to do?"
Whoa. That's a lot of information to get in the five seconds it took Mia to splurt it out. What am I supposed to say to that? If what I understood from her is true, then Mia's world really has been turned upside down.
Mia's POV
Michael didn't know what to say. I don't think I'd done a very good job of telling him the whole story. But I didn't really know what to say. None of it made sense, not to Michael, and not to me.
Eventually he spoke. "What's going to happen now? How does your grandmother feel about this?"
That was a good question. How did Grandmere feel? Upset that this was going to be portrayed by the media as a family scandal? Happy that now her country wasn't in my incapable hands? But I guess Grandmere's thoughts on the issue aren't much good, because as much as she would like to be in control of the situation, she really cant be.
"I don't know Michael. I just don't know anything any more."
I slumped over and curled up in his lap, I always feel safest in his arms, no matter what was going wrong, I knew we could get through it, as long as we were together. And that's exactly what he said, that we would get through this. Together.
* * *
I didn't particularly feel like going home anytime soon, so I spent the rest of the day with Michael. We sat down with a cup of coffee and talked about everything.
The only thing I left out, was how pretty Anabelle was. And how she has breasts. Because whereas I on the other hand, am merely passable, and am as flat chested as I was when I was fourteen. I didn't particularly want Michael to know this.
Michael's POV
Mia left a little before dinnertime. I told her she didn't have to leave at all if she didn't want to, but I think she thought it was best to face her family now, instead of waiting till the family dinner at the Loft tomorrow night.
Mia invited me of course, but I don't think Grandmere will be very happy to see me show up at an "all family" dinner. But Mia says she needs my support, and I want to be there for her. Even if it means receiving the evil eye from Grandmere all night.
I wonder what this Anabelle girl is like. Mia was reluctant to say much about her. I think maybe she is feeling like her role in the family, as the sole heir, is jeopardised. Because like Mia said, she isn't first in line for the throne any more.
Which has its good and its bad points. It's good because Mia and I would be able to live simpler lives in the future. Mia could be a full time writer, not the Crown Princess of a country who writes on the side. And she would be a lot less stressed about letting her dad down, because although she has never really said it out loud, I know her well enough to know that she is constantly worrying about it.
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