A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a new chapter of The Royals!

So yes. This marks the half way point to this story. Yes, something big is being revealed in this chapter. And yes, it is who you think. Yes, there is a background story to all this that I don't think you would catch in the start until further chapters. Yes, this is gonna be different from some chapters because I am writing in POV form for the first time since...forever. So does that answer all questions? Probably not, because there is still SO MUCH MORE! Lol!

But this is the halfway point! The checkpoint! The sign reading 'almost there'! Yes-siree! This is how I am gonna end off yet another day of updating my ass off my friends. By updating one of my favorite stories.

Speaking of updating, I finally wrote down a schedule I will follow for the next month or so, since summer is going to be busy as hell, and I wanna finish this story by the time June ends. I have thing I need to do as well, now that summer is coming. Summer is like...season 2 for me. It means a whole lot of work ;)

Shoutouts to...

funkybananas47- Nice review ;) And maybe! I know what you mean, and I totally think you might be right. But why is she there? Why is she hidden away from society? What will become of the Morgan Kingdom? You'll find out in the next ten chapters my friend :) Thanks for the review!

MBAV fan66- Glad you picked on that, my dearest fanfic buddy! You are such a brain hacker, you smartie pants :P Jokes! But yeah, you are very good at finding those kind of clues, so I tip my hat out to you my friend! Jokes! And you're right! We must find out the evil mastermind behind all this! Too bad it is only I who know ;) Thanks for your review fanfic buddy!

123456789vampire- Huh! I do wonder who Samantha is seeing outside the castle walls. How did you know? :P Jokes! And things are getting more and more intense! With all these questions, I guess it lets you question who really is innocent, eh? Jokes! Thanks for your review!

And with that, let us begin, shall we? We shall! I don't own anything but the plot, just so you know, and yeah! Start reading!

ENJOY!

The Royals: Chapter 10: The Lost Princess

I woke up to the sound of nothing.

Instead, a tick in the back of my head woke me up, snapping my eyes awake as I yawned, stretched, and smoothed out my filthy, brown dress. Just another normal day in this place, I suppose. Well...I didn't really know if it was day or night, or what the two even look like.

I am known as the Lost Princess.

Or that is what my father says at least. Nevertheless, I was as lost as anyone could ever be. I mean, not everyone wakes up, stays, and falls asleep in the exact same place EVERY SINGLE DAY. I don't even know when I should sleep. I choose if it had been a day or not. And trust me, my days are not so very long.

I have been in here since I was a baby. I can clearly remember that I was thrown into here. Of course, I need baby necessities, such as milk from a mother, diapers, and other stuff. But I never got that like a normal baby. Someone always came down and gave it to me. If I had a dirty diaper, they would fix it and that was pretty much yet.

I cried a lot as a baby, or that is what father told me. When I finally came of age to stop using the diapers and use the toilets, my dad was absolutely excited. For the wrong reasons though. All the wrong reasons.

He never wanted to deal with me anymore. He denied it, but I knew it, he knew it. I kinda wish my mother knew it, but she doesn't. Or so I think.

No one taught me to read, or write. As a toddler, I lacked a lot of those skills. Then one night, my father brought me out for air and into the library.

The library. It was a second home to me, and I loved it. It was the best thing I probably ever seen - and probably the only good thing I will ever see in my entire life. It is kinda disappointing, but it is kinda where I get stress out of my mind.

Father allows me to get three books every so called 'month'. I learned how to count because of them, and I learned to read on my own, soon, starting to speak them out normally. I was a normal person now. No one taught me though [aside from my father, who occasionally told me a few words]

I am not allowed to go out anywhere else but the library. And that is only every month. I taught myself how to count the minutes, the seconds, the days, the hours. Soon enough, my father gave me the possibly best gift I could ever get out of that cruel soul.

A watch.

Now I know what is happening in the world. I read about what happens out there. Of course, I know they are mythical. There are no such things as dragons, or sea monsters, or spellmasters in the fact. Yeah, magic is so not real. I knew that.

How do I know that these mythical creatures aren't here? How do I know that the stuff that happens in the books I read aren't real?

Because not like books, no one has come to save me yet.

Yet.

I hope.

Besides, what could I possibly do here? The only thing I didn't know was who I exactly was. I didn't know my purpose. I didn't know why I was here, trapped in a cell for a majority - and probably the rest of - my life.

There is one thing I know though.

I am not even real.

I can't be. I am not normal, and I know that. But not supernaturally not normal. No. I have been having flashbacks.

Flashbacks of two people. One of them was my father. Another is some girl I didn't know of. But she was older...she had green eyes...and that was pretty much it.

Yeah, I always see a pot, the flowers...yellow and soft ones. I also seen gems, blue ones, likewise to my eyes...or so I think. So my conclusion? I am not sure it is possible, but to be clearly honest, I am here in a prison, so what else could be possible?

I think I was magically created.

Now I don't have proof of it, and I never bother asking anyone, but I do know that I can't be a normal person at all. It wasn't possible. I mean, they wouldn't hide a normal princess of the king in a prison out of all things. If father wanted to trap me, he would've used a fancy room. If he wanted to trap me as a normal person. So obviously, there was something with me that was important, or surreal.

Even father has told me that I wasn't like normal kids. And of course, I believed him. Because what normal kid would be stuck inside a prison, a jail basically, for at least a dozen years, am I right? He was so irritating nowadays.

Then again, it is probably just because I was so hellbent on getting out of here.

As I flip the page of my new book, I see a meal in front of me. Looks like father felt generous today. He hardly brings me any meals, maybe only once or three times every week. I count them. He comes when I am sleeping, but unlike last night, I was wide awake.

Had one of those flashbacks today.

So now I am just here, eating some salad and bread [a usual lunch for me], and now I am just here, reading a book called A Wrinkle In Time. It was the last book I had in my stack of books, following I already read the Bible [twice] and To Kill A Mockingbird. Those were just some of the books I got this month.

But all of the sudden, when that door creaked open and I heard two sets of footsteps, I automatically perked up and knew one thing.

Today was not a normal day.

"Hello?" I ask aloud, standing up on my rather weak legs. I leaned against the iron bars to see two blondes walk in.

They were clearly older than me, maybe by about six to eight years. And by their faces, they weren't supposed to be in here either. A familiar slam of the prison doors slammed behind me, and I realized I was alone with the two people.

"Who the hell are you." I spat out automatically, instantly regretting my words. What if they were someone important? Then again, how would I know? I haven't had visitors other than my father for the last 12 years or so. I looked at my rusty watch. It was almost midnight. It was obvious they were here late.

"Who are we? Who are you?" The blonde boy asked, scrunching up his face in confusion. I didn't answer the boy however, as I leaned closer and sniffed them. They smelled nice. Nicer than me, that is for sure. My gem blue eyes scanned what they were wearing.

The blonde boy had a small, lopsided crown on his furry blonde hair, and was wearing silk clothing, likewise to my father. The girl - I never saw a girl other than me for quite a while -, was wearing a black and white maid costume, likewise to some that I see in books. She looked like a stereotypical maid.

"You both aren't getting any answers until you answer mine. Now who the hell are you?!" I roared. The girl seemed taken aback, shushing me in an instant as the blonde boy narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

"Fine. We are gonna answer questions. You only have three though. Then vice versa with us. Now keep it down; no one knows we are here, and we are not supposed to be here." The boy said urgently, his eyes reading curiosity. I sighed.

"Okay. Three questions each. I start. Who are you?" I ask, looking at the two. The boy looked at the girl and sighed. "I am Prince Rory Keaner Morgan, of Vania. You can call me Rory though." He said. The girl smiled rather kindly. "And I am Erica Jones. I am a maid here at the Morgan Kingdom." I frowned. "Morgan Kingdom?" I echo curiously. I was in a castle? Rory nodded.

"Yeah. Last question." He said sternly. I was to protest when I realized my mistake. My thoughts raced as I frowned.

"Why are you here?" I ask. Rory and Erica frowned. "To be completely honest, we don't know." Erica said. "But we just wanted some answers to questions we never had." She answered after a moment of silence. That confused me, but I nodded. "You may go." I added. Rory nodded.

"How old are you?" Rory asked me. I frown. "I think I am twelve or thirteen years old." I answer truthfully. Erica frowned as she thought carefully, and started the next question.

"Who put you here?" She asked. I shrug. "My father, I suppose." I answer nonchalantly, looking at my nails in disinterest. Rory was about to [probably] ask me who my father was, but Erica stopped him before he could waste his last question. I smirked at their intelligence as Rory took a deep breath.

"...Who are you?" Erica asked. I smiled as I backed up and sat down.

"Me? I am the Lost Princess, or so my father puts it. You know what gets me confused, Mr. Rory? We share the same last name." Rory's eyes boggled as Erica frowned. "Wait...you...no...that isn't possible. She told me, it wasn't possible." She said, running her heads through her blonde hair. Rory looked at her in confusion, but I just smiled.

"I am Jane Morgan"

A/N- Notice Rory's name? Is it possible that mistake Samantha said...could have been just a middle name? Is it? Why would she cover it? Why? But you won't know unless you continue to review this story and I continue to update [which I will. Promise]

So yeah! That was this chapter. Now things go downhill in the next ten chapters or so. Things are revealed, and more than FIVE secrets are revealed. Yeah! MORE than FIVE! Doesn't that sound absolutely awesome?!

Anyway, tell me what you thought of this chapter, and drop a review for me, will ya? Thanks!

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