Chapter 2
Princess Lindsay looked out through the carriage windows, careful to keep the cloak of her hood up. What she could see outside was amazing - tall buildings, people wearing nice dresses, even the people working were dressed nicely. The stalls were full of exotic foods she had never even seen a picture of, and she could hear people calling out in all sorts of languages.
In the castle, Prince Sinclair was busy polishing his shoes - or, at least, his servants were. He couldn't wait to meet the princess. He had heard so many wonderful stories about her, and what an accomplished young lady she was. They would have such a lot to talk about…
"Presenting Her Royal Highness, Princess Lindsay Monroe."
Prince Sinclair stepped forward and saw a young girl step into the Entrance Hall. Her brown hair fell in loose curls to her shoulders, framing her round face. Her eyes were dark brown, like the chocolate fountains brought into the palace at Christmas. Her dress was pale pink and simple, fitted to her small slim body.
"Prince Sinclair," curtseyed Lindsay. Prince Sinclair held his hand up.
"Please, there is no need for such formality. Call me Sinclair. Daniel!"
A young man with scruffy, blond hair came rushing into the Entrance Hall and bowed to Sinclair.
"Show the princess to her room, and tell Cook to make a start on dinner. I am sure you are hungry after the long journey," he said, smiling at Lindsay.
Daniel bowed and took Lindsay's bags, then led her up a large staircase to a door. "After you, Your Highness." Lindsay smiled and stepped into the large room, brightly lit by the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The bed was covered by a pale blue sheet embroidered with gold thread. It was, as a peasant would say, fit for a princess. Daniel bowed and left Lindsay to unpack.
She hung the few dresses she had brought in the wardrobe, and lay down on the bed, amazed at how comfortable it was. So comfortable she couldn't help but feel tired…
"Princess?"
Lindsay sat bolt upright, and was surprised to see a curly-haired woman about her age sitting on the bed beside her.
"I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm Stella - Sinclair's sister. Unfortunately."
Lindsay didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"You dozed off. Dinner was a few hours ago. Do not worry though, my brother told Cook to make you something." She pointed at the tray on the bedside table loaded with biscuits, fruits, and other various sweet things.
"Thank you," Lindsay said gratefully. "So, you live here?"
"Yes," said Stella. "Not for long, however. I am betrothed."
"Oh, congratulations," said Lindsay. "What's his name?"
"Mac," Stella announced proudly. "He owns a small area of land, just outside of here, and is from the great kingdom of Chicago. A wonderful man, talented at music and science."
There was a small knock at the door. A young maid with long blonde hair poked her head around the door.
"His Highness the Prince has requested an audience with you in his parlour, Your Highnesses," she said quietly.
"Thank You, Kendall," said Stella, and the maid left. Lindsay looked at Stella, confused.
"My brother likes to entertain in his private parlour," explained Stella. "He will want to show you off to his friends."
Lindsay got up and followed Stella, unsure of what was about to happen.