Hi guys! Did anyone else enjoy the 3 and a half snow days? Thank you to nightmoon1024, soccerstar0198, Rennier, and Perks Of Being A Book Nerd for commenting. I hope you enjoy!
May 2 Year 1
I hate royals.
Every freaken last one of them.
There're spoiled.
There're pampered.
There're all invalids, just like my father.
Some would call me a hypocrite. Because I am one of them.
But I am nothing like them.
If you have never been to a political gala or royal ball, consider yourself lucky.
Trust me, you are not missing anything.
It's all just a bunch of old geezers in powdered wigs and hags in fluffy dresses, trying to look important and not reveal their antisocial tendencies.
The King and Queen decided to host a gala to celebrate us coming.
The King, unfortunately, couldn't make it to his own event…again.
His wife, Queen Maria, was trying to make do without him.
The Queen was walking around, going from country to country, trying to strike up a conversation with another royal family.
Unfortunately, she wasn't having much luck because all the monarchs were too busy glaring daggers at each other to pay her any attention.
Maria was a woman I would love to get to know.
She was beautiful and fair, a wonderful hostess, and a brilliant negotiator. But she was also strong willed, extremely multilingual, and a crafty strategist. She was an actual Queen whom her nation was proud of.
She wasn't some limp wet noodle on the end of an arm and her husband knew that. Phil knew he didn't have her on the end of his tight leash and yet he still loved her and cared about her.
Maria was who I wanted to be when I was older. I wanted to make my nation proud and serve my country with a faithful husband at my side who respects me and treats me like I'm an actual woman not a china doll.
I looked over at Maria's son, the man I'm going to have to win over.
He was currently ogling some French chick dressed in a puffy pink marshmallow.
So much for respect.
Most of the girls were huddled around Clint, mobbing him, but for some reason he was only paying attention to was Miss Marshmallow.
Great now I've got competition. Oh well, she'd kind of rubbed me the wrong way anyway.
The girls who weren't mobbing the Prince were pigging out at the buffet table.
The only girl not partaking in the activities was Mai Le, the girl from China.
She was standing all by herself in an empty corner.
I considered going over to talk to her but she was king of radiating hatred and negativity.
I radiate enough of that as it is and usually need someone who is positive and cheerful to counteract it, like my lady in waiting, Irene.
Irene was a Russian borne girl like me. She grew up in poverty and lost both her parents to illness at a young age.
My mother found her on our doorstep a week before I was born. After my mother died in child birth, my father, unsure of what to do with her, made her my lady in waiting.
She was my best friend and loyal to a fault. Irene was currently following me around in case I needed something, but I could see her eyeing the food.
I told her to help herself and then laughed when she practically dove into the chocolate pudding.
The gala was held in the royal court yard with spacious grounds and lots of gardens so I decided to explore.
One particularly winding path led me to a small clearing with a large fountain that had benches surrounding it. A singe lamp cast an eerie glow on the water, making it shimmer.
Sitting on one of the benches was a small girl.
She had long brown hair covering the majority of her face but I could just make out a glimpse of blue eyes underneath the brown.
The girl seemed to be drawing. She had colored pencils all over her lap and on the bench.
"You don't have to keep standing there you know," The girl called out, scaring me"I don't bite."
I laughed and walked toward to the bench.
After moving quite a few colored pencils out of my way, I sat down next to her.
"What are you drawing?" I asked her.
"Me and my sister." She held up the drawing.
It depicted two girls playing in a garden. The details were incredible! The girl was a very good artist.
"Your sister?" I asked
"Yeah," She pointed to the taller girl in the picture, "my older sister Amelia."
"How old is she?"
"Twenty."
I looked up at her.
"Is she married?" I asked
"Yeah, she got married to this a prince from Luxemburg, named Aiden, two years ago." She said solemnly
"Do you still hear from her?"
"I get letters occasionally, but I haven't seen her since the wedding." She held up the picture again "I was hoping to send this to her with my next letter."
After a moment of silence she added "I'm Christine by the way. I'm from New Zealand."
"Nice to meet you. I'm-"
"Natasha from Russia. Not too many people have that kind of red hair."
I laughed.
"I hate this." She said suddenly
"What?"
"This selection process."
"Why?"
"I don't want to end up like my sister…pulled away from my family and friends."
I sighed.
"I don't blame you there."
Christine and I talked for the remainder of the gala, trading stories and laughs about life back home.
It turns out, I found a kindred spirit amongst the spoiled invalids and puffy marshmallows.
I found myself a friend.
A/N: Thank you to nightmoon1024 for giving me the idea for this chapter. Happy Super Bowl Sunday everyone. Make shore you watch the half time show and the commercials. Comment and tell me what was your favorite commercial or part of the game. Hope you liked it!
Tamealio