CHAPTER 2
I thought my plan over again. As far as I could tell, it would work
perfectly!
All I had to do was go for a horse ride. In the middle of the night. Ok,
fine, it wasn't the best plan. I mean, Ok, sneaking out of the palace gates
in the middle of the night, and not having anywhere to go? That definitely
wasn't perfect. But at least it was something. At least I wasn't just
sitting there doing nothing, wishing the real Prince Charming would save me
from the most boring drone in the entire Kingdom.
"Excuse me Your Majesty. Are you ready for the Royal Dressmaker?" My maid was at the door, and there was a tall slender dark figure behind her.
"Dressmaker?" I was really confused. 'Yikes! I forgot! It's for the wedding! I need a plan! QUICK!' My wedding to Prince UnCharming was to be in 14 days. I couldn't believe it! I had been in the stupid castle for 5 months?
The dressmaker came in and I saw his face. He had slender cheekbones, and rosy cheeks. He had black hair that fell down to his eyes, and the deepest bluest eyes I had ever seen. I must have been staring or something, because he was blushing. The maid left, and he introduced himself.
"I'm Sir Nicholas Carrel, and I am here to fit you for your wedding dress." He bowed, and I automatically curtsied back.
"I'm Ella. Oh, of course you know who I am. I'm sorry." I was blabbering, and I knew it. I bit my lip, and willed myself to keep my big mouth shut.
"Ah. Yah." He also seemed at loss for words, as we just stood there.
After a moment or two, he put down his bag, and told me to stand up on the stool. I stood up there, and he measured me. In every way imaginable. That included my waist, from my shoulders to my waist, ect. It was never ending. After about 10 minutes, he started talking.
"My father died about 3 months ago. He was the dressmaker before. Now, because I'm the oldest child in his family, have the job. No offence, Your Majesty, but I hate it. I want to get away. I hate the castle, I hate the job, I hate the measuring tapes. I want to be a horseman. I'm really quite skilled with horses. Excuse me. I really shouldn't be talking. But the endless measuring gets so boring." He sighed, and looked me in the eye.
"Oh, please keep talking. I really enjoy it. It is really awful here isn't it? I hate it. I want to run away." I gasped, realizing what I said, and bit my lip again. "I didn't tell you that. You must promise NEVER to tell anyone what I said!"
"Don't worry Your Majesty, I wont." He stopped and looked at me again.
"Call me Ella. I hate being called Your Majesty." I was calming down, and smiled.
"Well, Ella, Call me Nick. I don't blame you for wanting to run away, but your going to be Queen!"
"Pff. Don't I know it. I don't want to be. I want to be free. Living in the field with just the animals and my family. I used to have a horse you know. And whenever my step mother and horrid stepsisters were away, I would sneak out and pretend I was a princess in a field of gold wheat. Free. Now, I wish I were a servant. At least it wasn't boring. I'm going to run away."
We talked for what seemed like ages, and when he called it a day, I knew a lot about him, and he a lot of I.
I knew that he was only 22, and had grown up in the castle grounds with his father, and loved horses.
He knew I was 19, had been a servant, and didn't really have many interesting stories. Nick was full of stories though. He waved goodbye to me, and as I watched his back get smaller and smaller through the window, I found myself excited about his next visit.
A/N: So, did you like Chapter 2?? I hope you did! Please Read and Review, and when you do, would you please give me suggestions about Nick? I'm not sure what to do with him. Should he be a traitor, and turn Ella in, or should he and Ella fall in love, and he helps her escape? Give me Ideas!:P. Anyhoo. TTFN!
"Excuse me Your Majesty. Are you ready for the Royal Dressmaker?" My maid was at the door, and there was a tall slender dark figure behind her.
"Dressmaker?" I was really confused. 'Yikes! I forgot! It's for the wedding! I need a plan! QUICK!' My wedding to Prince UnCharming was to be in 14 days. I couldn't believe it! I had been in the stupid castle for 5 months?
The dressmaker came in and I saw his face. He had slender cheekbones, and rosy cheeks. He had black hair that fell down to his eyes, and the deepest bluest eyes I had ever seen. I must have been staring or something, because he was blushing. The maid left, and he introduced himself.
"I'm Sir Nicholas Carrel, and I am here to fit you for your wedding dress." He bowed, and I automatically curtsied back.
"I'm Ella. Oh, of course you know who I am. I'm sorry." I was blabbering, and I knew it. I bit my lip, and willed myself to keep my big mouth shut.
"Ah. Yah." He also seemed at loss for words, as we just stood there.
After a moment or two, he put down his bag, and told me to stand up on the stool. I stood up there, and he measured me. In every way imaginable. That included my waist, from my shoulders to my waist, ect. It was never ending. After about 10 minutes, he started talking.
"My father died about 3 months ago. He was the dressmaker before. Now, because I'm the oldest child in his family, have the job. No offence, Your Majesty, but I hate it. I want to get away. I hate the castle, I hate the job, I hate the measuring tapes. I want to be a horseman. I'm really quite skilled with horses. Excuse me. I really shouldn't be talking. But the endless measuring gets so boring." He sighed, and looked me in the eye.
"Oh, please keep talking. I really enjoy it. It is really awful here isn't it? I hate it. I want to run away." I gasped, realizing what I said, and bit my lip again. "I didn't tell you that. You must promise NEVER to tell anyone what I said!"
"Don't worry Your Majesty, I wont." He stopped and looked at me again.
"Call me Ella. I hate being called Your Majesty." I was calming down, and smiled.
"Well, Ella, Call me Nick. I don't blame you for wanting to run away, but your going to be Queen!"
"Pff. Don't I know it. I don't want to be. I want to be free. Living in the field with just the animals and my family. I used to have a horse you know. And whenever my step mother and horrid stepsisters were away, I would sneak out and pretend I was a princess in a field of gold wheat. Free. Now, I wish I were a servant. At least it wasn't boring. I'm going to run away."
We talked for what seemed like ages, and when he called it a day, I knew a lot about him, and he a lot of I.
I knew that he was only 22, and had grown up in the castle grounds with his father, and loved horses.
He knew I was 19, had been a servant, and didn't really have many interesting stories. Nick was full of stories though. He waved goodbye to me, and as I watched his back get smaller and smaller through the window, I found myself excited about his next visit.
A/N: So, did you like Chapter 2?? I hope you did! Please Read and Review, and when you do, would you please give me suggestions about Nick? I'm not sure what to do with him. Should he be a traitor, and turn Ella in, or should he and Ella fall in love, and he helps her escape? Give me Ideas!:P. Anyhoo. TTFN!