"No, I refuse to go!" Olive said stubbornly as the servants dragged her towards the carriage.

"Olive, behave like a princess," her mother told her as she climbed into the carriage.

"But mom, why can't just the two of you go? I don't even want to come with you," Olive complained.

"You are coming," her mother said in a warning tone.

Olive cried mentally as the servants carried her to the carriage. The servants gave her an apologetic smile as they closed the door shut and gave the carriage driver the signal that everyone were onboard.

Olive avoided meeting her parent's eyes by glaring at the landscape outside her window. Her parents glanced at each other and laughed.

"She got her stubbornness from you, " James said to Caroline.

Caroline snorted at this. "I weren't even half as stubborn," she replied.

As her parents continued talking about old times, Olive was still looking outside the window, deep in thoughts. She disliked how her parents just acted like they were going to the Quimby Palace for a visit. Olive knew better than that. This was just another plan to get her and Fletcher close to each other. But every time they tried that, Olive and Fletcher just disliked each other even more.

Olive wasn't even sure if she wanted to become a queen. She didn't like power and money so much as her parents did. That the people in her kingdom were happy was the only thing she truly cared about. Too bad her parents didn't think the same.

Olive glanced at the city when they passed through it. The Doyle's palace seemed to be the only luxurious place in this kingdom, something that saddened Olive. Kids with ragged clothes ran next to the carriage, waving to the princess. Olive couldn't help but smile back and wave. If she became the queen of this kingdom one day, she was making sure that the people got more money. And plus the city needed a total makeover. She thought it was unfair that her parents kept the most of the money for themselves.

- - Meanwhile - -

"Lexi! Where's my new jeans and t-shirt?" Fletcher yelled as he looked through his wardrobe.

"In the washroom in the basement!" Lexi yelled back. She was mopping the room next to Fletcher's.

"Could you get it for me?" Fletcher asked.

"Hah! What do you think I am? Your slave?" Lexi snorted.

"Well, you're my maid," he shrugged.

"Ugh," Lexi complained as she stomped her feet. "I'm very busy, ask some other maids," she replied as she angrily dragged the mop around the floor.

Fletcher closed the doors of his wardrobe and exited his room. "Fine," he replied as he started walking the long way to the basement. He was surprised that Lexi didn't got fired yet, but he didn't plan to fire her either. It was actually fun to bug her.

After a while he reached the basement, where the maids and servants all ran to every direction. They were all so busy preparing everything till the Doyle's came that they didn't even notice him. He strolled his way to the enormous wash room. But wait - what was that? There was someone singing as they probably did the laundry. The beautiful voice filled the room and bounced off the walls. He continued to walk and peeked in the room.

There was a young maid around his age folding the clothes as she sang happily. Fletcher stood by the door as he watched her. He was sure he'd never seen her before. He decided to say something, but surprisingly he didn't manage to say anything.

The girl stopped singing and glanced at him. She dropped the shirt she was folding as she gasped. "Y-your highness! " She stuttered as she curtsied. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"U-uh no, thank you," Fletcher replied as he blushed. "I just came by to grab some of my clothes."

The girl nervously nodded. "O-of course," she said as she picked up the shirt.

Fletcher noticed his clothes nicely folded on a nearby chair and walked over to pick them up. "Have I seen you around before?"

"Oh no, I started working today," she replied. "My name's Chyna."

"Chyna," he repeated. "It's a beautiful name."

"You think so? Thanks," Chyna smiled.

"See you around," Fletcher said as he hurried out the door and towards his room. 'What's happening to me?' He questioned himself as he felt his heart pound faster.

Chyna's POV

THE PRINCE TALKED TO ME! HE FREAKING TALKED TO ME! AND HE SAID MY NAME WAS BEAUTIFUL! I threw my fist up in victory and smiled widely. I couldn't wait to travel back to the city and rub that in my friends' faces. They were always dreaming of meeting the prince, and guess who's just had a conversation with him? I folded the last shirt with a happy grin and put it in the trolley. This day couldn't become any better than this.

I looked through the list Celeste gave me. Next I had to put the clothes in the different wardrobes. No problem at all. I rolled the trolley full of clothes out of the washing room and towards the bedrooms.

A maid waved at me from across the room. "You, over there! Could you help me decorate the living room? The Doyle's will be here soon," the maid said.

"But I have to put these clothes-"

"I can do that for you," an older Maid friendly said to her as she dragged the trolley forward.

"Thanks!" I called after her as I ran towards the other maid to decorate.

Normal POV

Olive straightened her long, elegant pink dress when she stepped outside the carriage. Caroline pushed her forwards as they walked inside the huge palace. Elena approached her guests with a big smile on her face. "Welcome back," she greeted them nicely and glanced at Olive. "And Olive, Fletcher is in the attic. Go join him if you like."

"I'd rather hang out with you," Olive replied.

Caroline nudged her from the side and Olive sighed heavily. "Or I'm going to join him..."

As the they walked towards the living room to talk, Olive walked slowly towards the attic. She knew this place well, she had been here a hundred times before, maybe more. All the time forced to come by her parents. She ran up the stairs as another girl was walking down. Olive accidently pushed the other girl, causing her to drop a box full of rose decoration.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Olive apologized as she bend down to pick up the roses.

"No, no I should have paid more attention," the other girl said.

When they were finished picking up the roses, the girl smiled at Olive. "Thanks," she said and took a step down.

"Wait!" Olive said and grabbed her arm. "Where are you heading to?"

"I'm supposed to help decorating the rose garden with the other maids," she replied.

"Oh, so you're a maid..." Olive said. "How many duties do you have today?"

"I'm supposed to decorate and then I'm done," she explained. "I have to hurry, I the Doyle's are here already."

Olive giggled. "I know, I'm Princess Olive Doyle."

The girl gasped as she stared at Olive. "Y-your Olivia Daphne Doyle? I have heard so much about you! It's a pleasure to meet you your highness!"

"Yeah, yeah, are you joining me to the garden or something when you finished decorating?" Olive asked. The last thing she wanted to do was spending time with Fletcher.

"Spending time with you?" The girl smiled. But her smile was soon replaced with a frown. "Um... I'm not supposed to be joking around."

"Pfft, whatever. I'm a princess, you have to obey me," Olive winked at her. "I'll even help you decorate. Say, what's your name?"

"Chyna Parks," the girl replied with a grin.

- With Fletcher -

Fletcher peacefully painted in the attic. But something didn't feel right. Usually when he painted he was in his own world, but today something else was haunting his mind. The girl from earlier. Chyna. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He laid down his paint brush and sighed. Something else didn't seem right. He knew that the Doyle's had arrived, but he haven't seen Olive. Usually she was forced to join him, but he haven't seen her at all.

'Maybe they gave up the idea to force us to get along,' he happily thought to himself. Finally! He walked downstairs to his room and plopped onto his king size bed. He grabbed a book and started reading. Something didn't seem right now either. He had read a page, but he didn't remember anything because his thoughts were elsewhere. Chyna was everything he could think about at the moment. He put down the book and decided to take a walk outside.

He strolled down the hallways in the huge palace as he wondered where Olive went. His mother told him he was going to spend the afternoon with her after all. 'Maybe she didn't come with her parents after all?' He hoped. He was wrong. There she was, sitting under the big oak three, chatting with another girl. There was something similar with that girl... Could that be?

The girl turned around and noticed him. Yep, it was Chyna. She waved at him and just then Olive turned around too. She said something to Chyna and laughed. 'Is she turning Chyna against me or something?' He asked himself as he clenched his fist. Then he put his hands in his pant pockets as he walked towards the two girls.

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