I left my head as her eyes open; she looks around her room confused – until her eyes rest on me. She smiles and moves a piece of my hair away from my nose, sighing at the state of my dress and hair. Sitting up, I lose my composure and hug her tightly – crying and muttering about the event that accrued after her death. In the middle of my un-lady like moment I feel my nurse-maids arms circle around my tiny body, hugging me just as tightly as I was her. I laugh and smile into her warm hair – I feel her arms lesson, and a cold air settle around my nurse-maids room. I turn and see my mother's form, unpleasant and arms crossed. I turn to my nurse-maid – she's frozen, afraid of what my mother might do. Before I could turn and explain, my nurse-maids on the floor at my mother's feet begging for forgiveness and explaining what I had accomplished. I see my mother's anger slip into almost complete happiness, and pull my nurse-maid to her feet, straighten her dress and hair. Still sitting on my nurse-maids bed, amazed at the sight before me – my mother the queen of this great country. Doing something I've only heard her complain about my nurse-maid not doing wean I was a child – I see my nurse-maids expression, complete amazement and relief. Wean my mother is finished straighten and priming my nurse-maid she turn to me and before she's reaches me I run to my nurse-maid, I see my mother smile and pull me from out behind my safety. I see a hairbrush in her left hand as she pulls me to the edge of my nurse-maids bed, I watch as my nurse-maid facial expression changes from relief to fear. As my mother brushes, pulling harder then necessary to untangle knots – she hums an unfamiliar melody. Wean she's finished she places my hair into a tight bun and instruct my nurse-maid to dress me in my banquet dress, before I have a chance to ask – I'm pulled from the bed and placed steps from my own bed. In moments I'm dressed in a itchy green huge dress, with my mother's supervision – I'm allowed to leave my room and join my engagement party. I try and nearly fail to hide my laughter at my nurse-maids wide-eyed expression, as I enter our banquet hall I spot my father talking to my great grandmother – who I believe is talking about what should be done for my wedding. My mother excuses my nurse-maid, who bows and returns to my room. I'm placed in a seat of honor to the right of Charles and the left of my parents. The rest of my family located beside my parents, I spot my eldest and most favorite cousin wave. I wave before my mother can pull my hand back to my lap, I hear Charles laugh – "that's my girl." He gently pats the hand I just placed in my lap; I turn to him - shocked and whisper "excuse me?" Charles smiles and pats my hands again, I hear my mother laugh at something my uncle has said – I smile in his direction. Still focused on what had happened, I don't pay attention to the others around me until everyone begins to tap there glasses. I feel my mother's hand gently against my back, pushing me closer to Charles – before I can think of what's happening Charles and I kiss. In which I do something that goes against everything I've been taught of what princess should and should not do, I slapped Charles and ran to my room. Completely encoring everyone's gasps and my mother's demands for my return; my father, my mother and few of our guards follow me. Luckily I am able to escape there grasp and close my door – rather loudly, before they are able to stop me. I stand my back pressed against the door, gasping, my nurse-maid stares at me. Holding her necklace, she smiles and removes me from the door and places my vanity chair where they can't enter. I sit on my bed, head in my hands – mumbling about this stupid week. I feel the bed give and my nurse-maids arm wrap around my shoulders, I place my head on her shoulder – and she kisses the top of my head. This is the calmest I've been since I found my fate with Charles, well until I'm told something that will change my life.