wThe Princess Diaries: Digimon Style
Chapter 4: Tea With Grandmother
Sora walked gingerly into the front hall. A tall, bald man held open the door for her and greeted her happily.
"Good afternoon Miss Takenouchi"
Sora was in total shock. She glanced all around at her surroundings, trying to take in everything at once.
She walked into a small waiting area. At once, a guard rose and checked her backpack for weapons.
Once he was done, she followed the butler into the room.
She sat down on the couch, waiting for her grandmother and at the same time, wondering where the heck she could possibly be.
She placed her black North Face backpack down on the floor and stuck her small hands underneath her legs to keep from squirming.
The butler came around to where Sora was and with careful and easy stride, he jumped over the backpack on the floor very expertly.
In front of Sora was a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers. along with pears.
Sora was wondering why someone would actually put fruit in flowers when a pretty young blonde came into the room.
"-We need to order more pillows for the Prime Ministers wife; she's allergic to goose feathers."
Sora stared at the woman, waiting for her to finish her call.
"Hello Sora, I'm Charlotte, its nice to meet you."
Sora smiled up at the young lady. "Hi. It's nice to meet you too. Um, where am I?"
Charlotte smiled. "The Genovian Consulate."
Sora asked her second question, "There's pears in your flowers."
Charlotte laughed for a quick second and then responded, "Genovian pears, we're famous for them- your grandmother will be here in a moment."
A voice from up the stairwell suddenly boomed out. "I don't need a moment. I'm here."
She was an elegant looking woman, short blonde hair, perfectly styled of course, a knee-length black dress with a gauzy scarf around her neck and of course, her make-up matched absolutely perfectly.
Sora almost felt threatened by her "queen-like" appearance.
"Sora! It's so lovely to see you! You look so. so. young!"
Sora put her glasses back on. "Thanks. And you. look so. clean." She hadn't dared say what she was really thinking, 'you look old.'
Charlotte got a call on her head phone, smiled and announced, "Tea is served in the garden Madame."
Clarisse rose up from the couch and guided Sora down the hall.
"So, Sora. Tell me what you know about Genovia."
It wasn't a request.
Sora spoke up. "Uh, I know that it never snows there, it's between France and Spain, um, and ladies carry their dogs in their purses, do you think a dog would like to be in a purse? I mean, even if it was a Armani purse, I think it's kind of weird"
Sora was cut off sharply by Clarisse.
"Sora! I do believe you are going quite too fast for me to comprehend!"
Sora looked sheepish. "Sorry. I'm a motor mouth. That was my nickname in Grammar School- Motor mouth. What was yours?"
Clarisse looked puzzled. "My what?"
"Your nickname."
"I didn't have one. Everyone just called me my name, Clarisse." The woman said with dignity and grace.
"Really? Like, no one called you Cla or Reesy?"
"Good heavens child, of course not!"
"Oh." Sora shut-up until they reached the picturesque gardens.
They sat down at a very pretty little table, with tiny teacups in front of them.
"Sora, have you ever heard of Edward Christophe Felipe Jerald Renaldi?"
Sora shook her head no. "No."
"He was the. crown prince of Genovia."
Sora nodded slowly. "I see. what about him?"
She was playing with her beat-up fingernails; she never could let them grow long enough.
"Edward Christophe Felipe Jerald Renaldi. was your father."
Sora practically bit her hand off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Yeah, sure. My Dad's the crown prince of Genovia. You're joking."
Clarisse looked completely puzzled. "Why would I 'joke' about something like this?"
Sora almost dropped her teacup.
"But. that would mean that I'm a. a. PRINCESS?"
"Exactly. You're not just Sora Takenouchi. You are Sora Minouette Takenouchi Renaldi, Princess of Genovia."
Clarisse smiled, showing her very even, very white teeth.
"Me? A. a. PRINCESS? SHUT-UP!"
"I beg your pardon? Shut up?"
Instantly, a waiter bent over and whispered, "Your highness, in America, shut-up doesn't always mean be quiet. It can mean wow, gee whiz, golly wolly."
"Oh. Oh I see. Thank you."
"Nevertheless, you are the princess, and I am Queen, Clarisse Renaldi."
"Why on earth would you pick me to be your princess?"
"Ever since your father died, you are the natural heir to the throne. That's our law in Genovia. I'm royal by marriage. You are royal by blood. You can rule."
"Rule? Oh, no, oh, no, now you have really got the wrong person! I never lead anyone, not in Brownies, not in Girl Scouts. Queen Clarisse, my expectation in life is to be invisible. and I'm good at it!"
"Sora, I had other expectations as well. Never in my wildest dreams I never expected this to happen. But you are the natural heir, the ONLY heir to the throne, and we will accept the challenge of making you the princess that you are. Oh Sora, I can give you books! You will study languages, art, political science, I can teach you to walk, talk, sit, stand, and eat like a princess! And I'm sure that you'll find the palace in Genovia a very pleasant place to live"
That drove Sora over the edge.
"Live in Genovia? Whoa! Just REWIND and FREEZE! I'm no princess; I'm still waiting for normal BODY PARTS to arrive! I refuse to move to, AND rule a country! And you know what? I don't want to BE a princess!"
Sora picked up her things and ran out of the courtyard, despite her Grandmother's calls for her.
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Chapter 4: Tea With Grandmother
Sora walked gingerly into the front hall. A tall, bald man held open the door for her and greeted her happily.
"Good afternoon Miss Takenouchi"
Sora was in total shock. She glanced all around at her surroundings, trying to take in everything at once.
She walked into a small waiting area. At once, a guard rose and checked her backpack for weapons.
Once he was done, she followed the butler into the room.
She sat down on the couch, waiting for her grandmother and at the same time, wondering where the heck she could possibly be.
She placed her black North Face backpack down on the floor and stuck her small hands underneath her legs to keep from squirming.
The butler came around to where Sora was and with careful and easy stride, he jumped over the backpack on the floor very expertly.
In front of Sora was a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers. along with pears.
Sora was wondering why someone would actually put fruit in flowers when a pretty young blonde came into the room.
"-We need to order more pillows for the Prime Ministers wife; she's allergic to goose feathers."
Sora stared at the woman, waiting for her to finish her call.
"Hello Sora, I'm Charlotte, its nice to meet you."
Sora smiled up at the young lady. "Hi. It's nice to meet you too. Um, where am I?"
Charlotte smiled. "The Genovian Consulate."
Sora asked her second question, "There's pears in your flowers."
Charlotte laughed for a quick second and then responded, "Genovian pears, we're famous for them- your grandmother will be here in a moment."
A voice from up the stairwell suddenly boomed out. "I don't need a moment. I'm here."
She was an elegant looking woman, short blonde hair, perfectly styled of course, a knee-length black dress with a gauzy scarf around her neck and of course, her make-up matched absolutely perfectly.
Sora almost felt threatened by her "queen-like" appearance.
"Sora! It's so lovely to see you! You look so. so. young!"
Sora put her glasses back on. "Thanks. And you. look so. clean." She hadn't dared say what she was really thinking, 'you look old.'
Charlotte got a call on her head phone, smiled and announced, "Tea is served in the garden Madame."
Clarisse rose up from the couch and guided Sora down the hall.
"So, Sora. Tell me what you know about Genovia."
It wasn't a request.
Sora spoke up. "Uh, I know that it never snows there, it's between France and Spain, um, and ladies carry their dogs in their purses, do you think a dog would like to be in a purse? I mean, even if it was a Armani purse, I think it's kind of weird"
Sora was cut off sharply by Clarisse.
"Sora! I do believe you are going quite too fast for me to comprehend!"
Sora looked sheepish. "Sorry. I'm a motor mouth. That was my nickname in Grammar School- Motor mouth. What was yours?"
Clarisse looked puzzled. "My what?"
"Your nickname."
"I didn't have one. Everyone just called me my name, Clarisse." The woman said with dignity and grace.
"Really? Like, no one called you Cla or Reesy?"
"Good heavens child, of course not!"
"Oh." Sora shut-up until they reached the picturesque gardens.
They sat down at a very pretty little table, with tiny teacups in front of them.
"Sora, have you ever heard of Edward Christophe Felipe Jerald Renaldi?"
Sora shook her head no. "No."
"He was the. crown prince of Genovia."
Sora nodded slowly. "I see. what about him?"
She was playing with her beat-up fingernails; she never could let them grow long enough.
"Edward Christophe Felipe Jerald Renaldi. was your father."
Sora practically bit her hand off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Yeah, sure. My Dad's the crown prince of Genovia. You're joking."
Clarisse looked completely puzzled. "Why would I 'joke' about something like this?"
Sora almost dropped her teacup.
"But. that would mean that I'm a. a. PRINCESS?"
"Exactly. You're not just Sora Takenouchi. You are Sora Minouette Takenouchi Renaldi, Princess of Genovia."
Clarisse smiled, showing her very even, very white teeth.
"Me? A. a. PRINCESS? SHUT-UP!"
"I beg your pardon? Shut up?"
Instantly, a waiter bent over and whispered, "Your highness, in America, shut-up doesn't always mean be quiet. It can mean wow, gee whiz, golly wolly."
"Oh. Oh I see. Thank you."
"Nevertheless, you are the princess, and I am Queen, Clarisse Renaldi."
"Why on earth would you pick me to be your princess?"
"Ever since your father died, you are the natural heir to the throne. That's our law in Genovia. I'm royal by marriage. You are royal by blood. You can rule."
"Rule? Oh, no, oh, no, now you have really got the wrong person! I never lead anyone, not in Brownies, not in Girl Scouts. Queen Clarisse, my expectation in life is to be invisible. and I'm good at it!"
"Sora, I had other expectations as well. Never in my wildest dreams I never expected this to happen. But you are the natural heir, the ONLY heir to the throne, and we will accept the challenge of making you the princess that you are. Oh Sora, I can give you books! You will study languages, art, political science, I can teach you to walk, talk, sit, stand, and eat like a princess! And I'm sure that you'll find the palace in Genovia a very pleasant place to live"
That drove Sora over the edge.
"Live in Genovia? Whoa! Just REWIND and FREEZE! I'm no princess; I'm still waiting for normal BODY PARTS to arrive! I refuse to move to, AND rule a country! And you know what? I don't want to BE a princess!"
Sora picked up her things and ran out of the courtyard, despite her Grandmother's calls for her.
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~IloveTai218~
