Princess or Queen?
Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Diaries. Meg Cabot does.
A/N: I apologize for any messed up facts, or the missing dates, and I would put them up, except I don't own a copy of Princess in Love. If you could tell me what a month after the end of Princess in Love is, I will be very grateful.
Wow, I never expected so many reviews, and I'm very grateful to Stormy Owl- An Onymous, princessvampire, Cassandra Anthemyst, ThePopGurlz, evil_jasna, person with no name, Cath, paula and Star. Freelancer3473 has been taken care of. *Dangerous smile*
I'm sorry if I can't make it book length, although once I'm done with the entire thing I AM planning to put it into book length. Also, I was named immediately after birth. I'm not sure if this is how it works in real life, but I thought of an amusing thing to do if it were. If it isn't, please let me know.
Later, still at the emergency Room:
I have a baby SISTER.
I am NOT kidding. The doctors got it all wrong, and now I'm stuck with a baby sister named Beth (after the nurse who washed her) David Frank Gianini. And I thought life was unfair to ME, by naming me Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo. Seriously, can you imagine a GIRL being called "Frankie" or "Davy" or something? My God. I'm just glad Mom fainted before she could finish the list of names she wanted to name her, and did not ONCE mention the fact that she thought I wanted the baby to be named Michael.
OK, you might be wondering why Mom would name a GIRL with guy names. Besides the fact that she likes to consider herself as a freethinking feminist, I mean. I can also chalk THAT up to the hospital's laziness, because when the baby got born, a nurse named Beth whisked her away, and started cleaning her up and stuff. AND THEN, my mother had to go and open her mouth, and say that the baby was going to be named David Frank Gianini.
I heard the nurse go, all worriedly: "Are you SURE, Mrs. Thermopolis?" and innocently, (back half an hour ago, when I was still innocent) I didn't think anything was wrong YET. I thought maybe the nurse just didn't like the name, or something, and I continued dreaming about Michael, and when we could get home, and maybe I could call Lily and tell her about David, I mean.
But THEN, THEN the nurse comes out and says, in a weary sort of voice: "Your mom's unconscious, but the baby's a fine healthy baby, and her name's David Frank Beth, your mom said."
I heard her, but I thought I might have hearing problems, like that time when I was five, and Lily actually ADMITTED that she was WRONG about stealing her mother's bra, and we all know that Lily NEVER does that, so I MUST have hearing problems. But, apparently, Mr. Gianini heard the same thing, because he went: "Excuse me, SHE? I thought it was a boy."
He said it in a kind of confused sort of way, as if hoping against all hopes that the nurse would check, and say: "Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry for the mistake. It's a boy." But no, she says: "It seems that the doctors were wrong about the gender. Don't worry sir, it happens sometimes." And she walked AWAY, which I thought was inconsiderate of her, because Mr. Gianini looked like he was about to keel over, the way my dad did when he first got a good look at my (unpregnant) mom in a mini dress.
And THEN, Grandmere decided to ring us up, and ask how the baby was coming along. Actually, ASK doesn't really qualify. More like DEMAND. My mom's cellphone rang, and Mr. Gianini looked kinda sick, the way my mom looked when she realized that she was having the baby, except I don't think that Mr. Gianini is pregnant (he's too skinny, for one thing). So I picked up, and this is how the conversation went between us.
Me: Hello?
Grandmere: Amelia, how is your mother?
Me: She's fine, she-
Grandmere: Did you bring your cat to the hospital?
THAT was out of the blue. And she said it kind of sharply.
Me: No. I tried to, but Fat Louie wouldn't come. Why?
She sounded kind of annoyed when she answered, but, of course, she always does, so that doesn't really make much of a difference.
Grandmere: Amelia, how many times have I TOLD you that cats will jump on people's faces and smother them?
I wisely decided not to point out that I've been living with Fat Louie for several years, and he still hasn't smothered me. It's not a good idea to antagonize Grandmere. So I changed the subject.
Me: Why are you so worried about Mom anyway?
Grandmere: Because, if you die, her child will be heir to the throne of Genovia, of course.
THAT was a shock. And besides which. .
Me: I thought Sebastian was supposed to be the heir if I died?
Grandmere: He has disgraced himself in the eyes of Genovia, and the public will not accept him as King, or even possible heir. You have no other close relatives.
So there IS a way to get out of being royalty. Not that I want to, by now, but if I ever get sick of it, or something, it might be a useful ace up my sleeve.
So I went all innocently: "Really? What did he do?", but I think that Grandmere knew what I was after, because all she said was. "Amelia, even if YOU humiliate yourself unspeakably, all you will earn yourself is a good bout of bad publicity. And we must discuss this Michael boy, as soon as you have time. I have left this affair alone for long enough." Then she hung up, and THEN I realized I'd never told her that Mom had borne a girl. I wonder if a girl named David is a bad enough reason to un-make her backup heir to Genovia.
And about Michael, we'll see. I'm not going to go to Judge Judy to keep my boyfriend, or anything, but I'm pretty sure Lily can help me. She makes a pretty good anti-royalist, anyway. I should know.
A/N: Again, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, or just basically enjoyed the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Diaries. Meg Cabot does.
A/N: I apologize for any messed up facts, or the missing dates, and I would put them up, except I don't own a copy of Princess in Love. If you could tell me what a month after the end of Princess in Love is, I will be very grateful.
Wow, I never expected so many reviews, and I'm very grateful to Stormy Owl- An Onymous, princessvampire, Cassandra Anthemyst, ThePopGurlz, evil_jasna, person with no name, Cath, paula and Star. Freelancer3473 has been taken care of. *Dangerous smile*
I'm sorry if I can't make it book length, although once I'm done with the entire thing I AM planning to put it into book length. Also, I was named immediately after birth. I'm not sure if this is how it works in real life, but I thought of an amusing thing to do if it were. If it isn't, please let me know.
Later, still at the emergency Room:
I have a baby SISTER.
I am NOT kidding. The doctors got it all wrong, and now I'm stuck with a baby sister named Beth (after the nurse who washed her) David Frank Gianini. And I thought life was unfair to ME, by naming me Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo. Seriously, can you imagine a GIRL being called "Frankie" or "Davy" or something? My God. I'm just glad Mom fainted before she could finish the list of names she wanted to name her, and did not ONCE mention the fact that she thought I wanted the baby to be named Michael.
OK, you might be wondering why Mom would name a GIRL with guy names. Besides the fact that she likes to consider herself as a freethinking feminist, I mean. I can also chalk THAT up to the hospital's laziness, because when the baby got born, a nurse named Beth whisked her away, and started cleaning her up and stuff. AND THEN, my mother had to go and open her mouth, and say that the baby was going to be named David Frank Gianini.
I heard the nurse go, all worriedly: "Are you SURE, Mrs. Thermopolis?" and innocently, (back half an hour ago, when I was still innocent) I didn't think anything was wrong YET. I thought maybe the nurse just didn't like the name, or something, and I continued dreaming about Michael, and when we could get home, and maybe I could call Lily and tell her about David, I mean.
But THEN, THEN the nurse comes out and says, in a weary sort of voice: "Your mom's unconscious, but the baby's a fine healthy baby, and her name's David Frank Beth, your mom said."
I heard her, but I thought I might have hearing problems, like that time when I was five, and Lily actually ADMITTED that she was WRONG about stealing her mother's bra, and we all know that Lily NEVER does that, so I MUST have hearing problems. But, apparently, Mr. Gianini heard the same thing, because he went: "Excuse me, SHE? I thought it was a boy."
He said it in a kind of confused sort of way, as if hoping against all hopes that the nurse would check, and say: "Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry for the mistake. It's a boy." But no, she says: "It seems that the doctors were wrong about the gender. Don't worry sir, it happens sometimes." And she walked AWAY, which I thought was inconsiderate of her, because Mr. Gianini looked like he was about to keel over, the way my dad did when he first got a good look at my (unpregnant) mom in a mini dress.
And THEN, Grandmere decided to ring us up, and ask how the baby was coming along. Actually, ASK doesn't really qualify. More like DEMAND. My mom's cellphone rang, and Mr. Gianini looked kinda sick, the way my mom looked when she realized that she was having the baby, except I don't think that Mr. Gianini is pregnant (he's too skinny, for one thing). So I picked up, and this is how the conversation went between us.
Me: Hello?
Grandmere: Amelia, how is your mother?
Me: She's fine, she-
Grandmere: Did you bring your cat to the hospital?
THAT was out of the blue. And she said it kind of sharply.
Me: No. I tried to, but Fat Louie wouldn't come. Why?
She sounded kind of annoyed when she answered, but, of course, she always does, so that doesn't really make much of a difference.
Grandmere: Amelia, how many times have I TOLD you that cats will jump on people's faces and smother them?
I wisely decided not to point out that I've been living with Fat Louie for several years, and he still hasn't smothered me. It's not a good idea to antagonize Grandmere. So I changed the subject.
Me: Why are you so worried about Mom anyway?
Grandmere: Because, if you die, her child will be heir to the throne of Genovia, of course.
THAT was a shock. And besides which. .
Me: I thought Sebastian was supposed to be the heir if I died?
Grandmere: He has disgraced himself in the eyes of Genovia, and the public will not accept him as King, or even possible heir. You have no other close relatives.
So there IS a way to get out of being royalty. Not that I want to, by now, but if I ever get sick of it, or something, it might be a useful ace up my sleeve.
So I went all innocently: "Really? What did he do?", but I think that Grandmere knew what I was after, because all she said was. "Amelia, even if YOU humiliate yourself unspeakably, all you will earn yourself is a good bout of bad publicity. And we must discuss this Michael boy, as soon as you have time. I have left this affair alone for long enough." Then she hung up, and THEN I realized I'd never told her that Mom had borne a girl. I wonder if a girl named David is a bad enough reason to un-make her backup heir to Genovia.
And about Michael, we'll see. I'm not going to go to Judge Judy to keep my boyfriend, or anything, but I'm pretty sure Lily can help me. She makes a pretty good anti-royalist, anyway. I should know.
A/N: Again, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, or just basically enjoyed the story.