Chapter 5
Tyra sighed, messing with her phone. She knew that the dinner would take forever.
Suddenly, she received a text.
Tyra, do you have it yet?
Tyra quickly texted back to the unknown person and ran out of the dining room. No one noticed.
Making it outside, she called the number.
"No, It's not ready yet..." ... "I know I'm supposed to get it! What do you think I've been doing?!" ... "Fine. I understand."
Tyra rolled her eyes, ending the call. She stuffed the phone back into her small purse, sighing in annoyance.
Jami snuck off to her room, changing out of her dress and into her training clothes. She made sure to put her hair up in the hat, knowing that her long hair would get in the way of her vision. The small girl taped her breasts and slipped on a blackjacket.
She grabbed her bow and quiver of arrows, before running outside and towards the training grounds.
Jami had been fascinated of archery ever since her father died. He had been a general in the King's army, and had died by an arrow being shot straight through his forehead.
She had devoted the rest of her childhood to learning the art of archery.
Jami ran over to General Yancy, the man who had trained her.
"Hello, General Yancy." She said, smiling at him.
Ethan Yancy smiled at her and nodded towards the young men shooting their bows. "Go ahead, Jami."
She hugged him quickly, before going to join the other archers.
Ethan chuckled, watching her. "She's a strange one..."
Preston and Richard stood in front of the girls, ready to announce something special.
"Alright, ladies. It's the end of the first night, and we have a surprise for you." Preston began, winking at a few girls.
Prince Richard cleared his throat, glaring at his twin. "Princess Denebola Regulus Le On of Grand Rolo has arrived to help us train you." He explained, a small smile on his pale face.
As soon as he finished, the Princess herself strolled out.
Princess Denebola was not a stereotypical princess. She had grey bangs and long blue hair to accompany it. Her outfit was not a long dress, as you would expect, but instead, she wore a red bra with white jacket and brown on the sleeves, matched with white pants. She wore red gloves and shoes, and the emblem of her country was worn on her belt.
As she walked in, a shorter girl followed after her, looking anxious.
Denebola waved her off as she tried to fix her hair. "Leave me be, Rose. Please."
"I'm sorry, Your Highness.." Rose blushed, looking down.
The Princess smiled at her and then looked out across the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you all." Denebola waved at them.
One or two girls slightly waved back, as the others just stared at her in awe. Most of them had never seen a princess before.
Richard walked over to the Princess and bowed to her. "Thank you for coming, Princess Denebola." He stood back up, smiling brightly at her.
The young woman smiled back and bowed, because she was wearing pants. "It's my pleasure. Your country is beautiful."
Preston walked over after Richard went to talk to some of the girls.
"Hi Denebola. What's up?" The arrogant young Prince smirked at her.
Princess Denebola rolled her eyes. "Hello, Prince Preston. Nothing is really happening right now." She bowed to him, even though Preston hadn't bowed first.
The Prince caught on and quickly bowed to her. "Sorry. I forgot about that." He apologized as soon as he stood up.
"It's alright." Denebola shrugged some, glancing at Rose as she tried to fix her jacket. "Rose. How many times do I have to tell you that I can take care of myself?"
Her maid froze and blushed. "I'm sorry.. I keep forgetting." Rose was kind of new to her job as a maid. She had been the cook's assistant before this.
"It's okay." Denebola sighed, looking back at the Princes. "So when will I begin the training?" She asked.
Richard had walked back over. "Tomorrow morning after breakfast. They will be prepared then."
The Princess smiled and nodded. "Alright. I will get to know them tomorrow then." And with that, Denebola turned around, strolling out of the room with Rose scurrying after her.
Rose led the Princess to her room, and after much persistence, she unpacked Denebola's suitcases.
"I really like this country, Your Highness." The maid said quietly as she organized Denebola's closet.
"So do I.." The Princess agreed, nodding some. "It's very beautiful."
Rose smiled, finishing the unpacking. "Your clothes are all put away, Your Highness. May I retire for the evening?" She asked, curtsying to Princess Denebola.
"Of course you can, Rose." The young woman sat down on the large bed in the middle of her huge room. "Goodnight."
The maid curtsied again, smiling. "Goodnight, Your Highness. Sweet dreams." And Rose hurried out of the room.
The Princess shrugged off her jacket and laid down, staring at the plain cream colored ceiling.
After a while, she fell asleep.
I'm sorry if the ending was bad... I tried to make this chapter interesting! How did you like the new characters? I think this chapter was a little bit on the short side, but that's okay. :) Please review and tell me what you like or don't like about my story so I can improve!
