The Royal Guardian

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Meg Cabot's "The Princess Diaries" series (even though this story isn't even really related to the series. Just don't want to hear law suit claims LoL). However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series.

Note: Isn't it crazy how I'd started this story very nearly three years ago, and on Halloween (although hadn't posted it until a few days later), and it will be Halloween again, by tomorrow?? Crazy, crazy. LoL Can't believe you've all been in love with this fic for that long – Thankies!!

So, please, enjoy this more interesting (I think, anyway LoL) chapter!


This chapter was created/written in September 2009.


Chapter Forty Seven

Friday, November 10th, Study Hall

Okay, back again, with an empty bladder once more.

Yay.

But it still honestly sucked (as always, now) to have to go with flippin' Nova in attendance. . . .

It's just way too creepy, and definitely too close for comfort to have her right outside my stall every time I use the lavatories like that.

It's a wonder I haven't had to go do . . . you know, yet, ever since becoming a princess and having bodyguards with me at school, because otherwise, I'd definitely be massively constipated.

Why??

There is no way I would or will ever go while she's out there, alleged "extensive underwater training," or not.

And, speaking of Nova and all that, even though it's been a few days now, since the whole overdosing on hotdogs incident, they still look pretty ill to me.

Yet, both she and Ernest are still here, on duty and all that.

It honestly makes me feel a little bad now, versus my initial feelings of relief that they hadn't seemed to figure it all out (you know, about mine and the girls' grand adventure into Metamoor the other night), and even humor at their expense.

But, even I have to draw the line somewhere and feel sympathetic, even if it's for two people who kinda annoy me.

Well, more than just "kinda," but you get me.

Doesn't the kingdom of Marsily give holidays to their guarding personnel??

Unless, Eli hasn't even realized, nor noticed (which, since it's him, it's quite honestly possible) Ernest and Nova's apparently ongoing malady as a possible reason for why they haven't yet been temporarily relieved of their duties?

Then again, he probably has noticed that they're sick, but because I'm under their watch, he's decided that he "simply cannot take any chances," or something.

Either way, I just hope that neither one of them ends up suddenly barfing around or, worse, on me, in the coming however many days it will take for them to make a full recovery.

The kinda plus side, though? They haven't really been as major headaches to have around in the meanwhile.

Maybe there's something to this "making your frequently irritating bodyguards ill" thing (even if it had been an accident), after all.

Hmm. . . .

Anyway! So, continuing on in the rundown of this particular school day thus far.

Where did I leave off, again?

Ah, yes.

Typically stupid, typically boring World History.

But . . . actually? It, too, much like Public Speaking had surprisingly been, wasn't really that bad this time.

Again, it could, this newfound (although definitely temporary, I'm quite certain) acceptance for two of the top classes I detest most just mainly be due to the two hour delay chopping each one in half.

Less time to suffer.

Still.

Even though that class time had, once again, been dedicated to learning more about "my" country of Marsily (very much to my chagrin, of course) , what Lenser had taught to us this time around had actually been pretty . . . insightful, I will say.

3rd Period, World History (ABCD Day)

Okay, so first off, as soon I got into the classroom and sat down, I see that Mr. Lenser's hurriedly going around the room, within his usual fast paced walk, already giving back those essays we'd just handed in to him a few days ago, and had it counted as a test.

So, this instantly put me in a bad mood all over again, erasing the kinda good feeling I'd gotten from having spoken to Ryan the previous period.

Why?

Because I knew I hadn't really done as thorough a job on that essay as I could have done, and had honestly tried to do.

So, I knew whatever grade Lenser had given me, it wasn't going to be a good one.

But, give me a break! I've already stated over and over (well, maybe not to him, of course -- Not that he'd care or listen, anyway) that I generally blow at history!

At least I tried, though, you know?

But, actually?

Turns out, I surprisingly got a C+ on it.

Not that that's something to be super proud of, of course.

But, considering I personally felt as though I'd done a half-ass job on some parts of it, in terms of citing more information as the essay question had called for and amounting to only three paragraphs, total, including the introduction, I thought I was most assuredly screwed.

Definitely D worthy, in my honest opinion.

So, getting this C, with a plus tacked on (which essentially translates into a B-, I will view it as instead, in order to make myself feel a little bit better about it), was quite the shock.

I would say that it's because of my "higher station" as the reason Mr. Lenser awarded me such a generous (in this essay's dismal case, anyway) grade; only he very rarely gives out anything higher than a B-, anyway.

Well, except maybe secret A+'s or something to his precious doppelganger, the little know-it-all, Ian, perhaps.

Either way, all in all, my grade was about on point and the average grade the man gives out, and what I generally receive in his class so far, anyhow.

It's still going to suck to most likely see the even bigger, fatter, and far more daunting "C" or "C-" on my midterm progress report come Thanksgiving, though.

Ugh.

Depressed, again, now, just thinking about it.

I have got to do well on my stupid project for this class, or I am royally (no pun, intended) screwed, for sure.

Note to self: Stop spending so much time lamenting upon my newfound, disastrous life, would-be love life, and writing in this journal all about it, and spend much, much more time on my academic studies.

Ha.

Right.

Anywhodle, onto the actual interesting part of this class.

Apparently, I mean, according to Lenser's lesson, anyway, Marsily was within a brief civil war during Countess -- Er, Queen Hosanna's reign.

Yeah, yeah, I know: "What's so interesting about that??"

I thought so, too, and yawned in perfect time to it, as well, when I'd first started listening to Lenser talk about it.

But, apparently, it had been over the better treatment and rights of women.

See, Hosanna truly and firmly believed that it was not "a direct violation against God, should any sort of refusal be made by a woman to a man."

You know, like if the guy would be all, "go get me a sandwich, wench, and make it snappy!", or wished to prevent his chick from going someplace. If she'd actually said no, then fire and brimstone wouldn't suddenly rain down from the Heavens and onto the unsuspecting people of the kingdom.

No.

Hosanna had argued that (and, in my opinion, very smartly, as well as justifiably so) if all of that particular way of thinking had been valid and women were so inferior, then how was she so capable of being a competent ruler, at such a young age, and especially after all of the grand improvements she had constructed ever since the House of Fandul had ended?

Apparently, her words had struck an awesome chord with Parliament or whomever (especially since there was absolutely no way any of them could have disagreed, not unless they'd wish to look like giant, retarded hypocrites), because after which, it turned out that Queen Hosanna's kingdom had become one of the few dominions of the time to lobby and then successfully establish better rights for women, which had managed to hold true for many years well after her eventual death, to boot.

She'd even managed to create a university where everyone could enroll and partake within its learning, regardless of gender, or social station. So, that meant that some peasant girl or whatever could have gone into one of the lectures or whatever, and sat right next to a male prince from some other kingdom, and not get flogged or something for it.

I gotta say, in all brutal honesty, here, that I'm becoming more and more impressed with my ancestor, Hosanna. I mean, considering the time period she unfortunately had lived within, she's seemed to have accomplished quite a lot.

"A real pioneer," as Lenser had put it during his lecture.

And I actually agree with him, for once.

Seriously: Was there anything that girl couldn't do??

To think, that it's quite possible that, all of the active, brave steps Hosanna had taken to make things -- The world, really, I guess, a better place for everyone, most likely had very well influenced and inspired the countless others who had achieved the very same feats throughout later history.

And I actually more or less have the same blood as hers running through my veins, too.

Life's really crazy like that, sometimes, I guess. . . .

But, now, though, I'm thinking that maybe this unit all about Marsily might not be as dreaded as I'd originally surmised.

Well, so long as Lenser continues to discuss further topics related to Queen Hosanna's "adventures" or what have you, anyway.

Sooo . . . yeah.

Now, I'm finally caught up on what's been happening so far today with, to, and for me.

Oh. No, no.

Wait. Almost forgot.

I got to bump into Eddie again, on my way here to study hall and after history class had ended. We didn't get to actually speak, though, mainly because he seemed to be in a rush.

But, he still had enough time to stop momentarily to give me a quick, and very surprising hug, while he goes, "Hang in there, kiddo!" He then released me with a small smile, before reminding me that the invite to visit his mansion at any time still stands.

And then, he sprinted off in the opposite direction as me, while his own two body-dudes, Celso and Guerino rushed after him, as always.

I'm sorry, but I will never for the life of me understand why Irma continues to keep this guy at bay!

Eddie's smart (I mean, I guess, since I've never had classes with him, before), friendly, presumably honest, definitely handsome, and outgoing.

And, I'll point out for only the gajillionth time, is hopelessly gaga over the Water Guardian!!

Practically the entire school (well, those who run within similar circles as Eddie, or perhaps merely those who keep up to date with the gossip, anyway) knows this, with most of the female populace cursing the brunette's existence repeatedly for it, at that.

And if it's frustrating to me that those two still haven't hooked up yet, then I know it's gotta be just as hair-pulling for Eddie, for sure.

I have got to seriously have a talk with Irma, and finally get the (real) facts upon this matter, before me and the other girls lose it. . . .

Hmm . . . hey, you know what? Suddenly, I've just gotten hit with this overwhelming feeling that everything's going to be all right.

I know!

Super weird, and so out of the blue.

Seriously.

But, it's true.

I can't really explain it, though . . . just that, things may just start to finally look up for me in my massively chaotic life, you know?

Well, whatever the reason for this abrupt sensation, I certainly hope it holds true, because I cannot --

. . . . Oh.

My.

Crap.

I just looked up from my writing for a brief instant, okay, and guess whom I see is slowly but surely heading right this way????

CALEB!!!!

-- End of Chapter Forty-Seven


(A.N. UH oh. Why's Caleb going to presumably see Will for outta no where?? Why'd I have to be so mean and end it right there?? LoL In terms of story-universe, because Will's currently stunned, freaked out and rapidly shut her journal before Caleb could by chance catch a glimpse of what she may have been writing. For the real life-universe, it's MAINLY so's I can keep all the juiciness and fun I have planned for their interaction in the next chapter to all BE in that one chapter, rather than some in this, etc. Well, it might be juicy, anyway. LoL ANYWAY! After the next chapter, with its renewed feature of Will/Caleb interaction you all love so very much LoL, the shift should turn onto Will's dreaded din din with Eli later that day. Well, you know, after I finish up the last few periods of her school day, that is. LoL Soooo, I'm thinking most likely by chapter 50 the latest should be when the dinner's featured…which should be a treat, for what I have planned. Yay! Wow…soon to be 50 chapters to this ficcie. CRAAAAZZZYYY…. LoL Anyhow! Hope you enjoyed, and please stay tuned and review, my lovelies!)