Serena paced the large bedroom, not understanding any of this. "What the
hell is going on?!" she yelled to the ceiling. I have to think of a way to
get out of this place. Her silk night gown must have gotten caught under
her foot, because her leg went out from under her and she fell onto the
smooth, hard floor. She let out a curse and a few minutes later a girl
entered the room. It was Jimena!
Serena quickly stood up and stared at her friend. She had black curls that rested on her shoulders and her dark eyes were cold, just like they were when Serena had first met her. Serena tried to figure out what was wrong with her face, since something seemed to be different. She still had her two teardrops under her eyes and her face seemed as hard as ever.
"Princess, this morning you will attend your usual lessons and then we shall visit the seamstress so that she can make you a dress for the prince's ball." Jimena explained. "The maids should be here shortly to dress you." Serena thought this all over. It seemed like none of the woman here could do anything for themselves, including dress.
"I think I can manage on my own, but thanks anyway." Serena said. Jimena watched her a moment and shook her head.
"You can not. Who do you think the king would punish? You, a fine princess, or me, a slave girl?" Jimena seemed to realize something and lowered her eyes. "I am sorry, princess. I forgot my position when I said all those things and it will not happen again."
Serena could tell that even though Jimena said this, she really wasn't sorry. The 'princess' went over to the windows that were certainly taller than she and stared out, forgetting about Jimena's comment. The view was so beautiful! She could see lovely mountains and fields of flowers in the distance. To the east was a vast forest and the mountains were covered with red, yellow, and orange trees. This was something she didn't see often since she lived in L.A. The sky was clear and she could see what she guessed were some squires or pages. They were gathered around a circle formed from sand. Two of them were in the center practicing with long poles.
"Well Mina, this is a very gorgeous land, isn't it?"
"Of course. Your father has worked hard to keep the peace and vanquish the evil. I will tell the maids not to bother coming." Jimena left in a hurry and didn't bother to explain how to work the dress.
"Yeah......sure. The king." She said slowly. She thought about her father wearing a crown and dressed as Collin was. She doubted that him being a king made him any more or less busy than he was in her world. And what about everyone else? What about Stanton? Would he be here? Serena smiled to herself when she thought about Stanton dressed in anything but black and other dark colors. She would be happy to see him.
In about forty five minutes, Serena was finally dressed. It had taken her about fifteen of those minutes just trying to figure out how the dress worked, especially the thing they call a corset (sp?). When she had managed to get that on, it was cutting off her air supply so she took it off.
Serena walked through the halls of the palace, guessing where everything was. She should have made Jimena stay and wait for her to dress so she could lead her around. Well, I never thought I'd be lost in my own house, she thought with a laugh. She took a turn and stopped instantly. Was that Stanton???
(Sorry to end yet another chapter so soon. I'll try and make the next one much longer. I don't know when I'll get it posted. Hopefully sometime this weekend. Anyway, I was planning not to continue this, but as you can see, changed my mind. I want to see how this story turns out and maybe I'll actually be able to finish for once. Thanks to all my reviewers. Just keep it up and I won't give up on the story. Thanks)
Serena quickly stood up and stared at her friend. She had black curls that rested on her shoulders and her dark eyes were cold, just like they were when Serena had first met her. Serena tried to figure out what was wrong with her face, since something seemed to be different. She still had her two teardrops under her eyes and her face seemed as hard as ever.
"Princess, this morning you will attend your usual lessons and then we shall visit the seamstress so that she can make you a dress for the prince's ball." Jimena explained. "The maids should be here shortly to dress you." Serena thought this all over. It seemed like none of the woman here could do anything for themselves, including dress.
"I think I can manage on my own, but thanks anyway." Serena said. Jimena watched her a moment and shook her head.
"You can not. Who do you think the king would punish? You, a fine princess, or me, a slave girl?" Jimena seemed to realize something and lowered her eyes. "I am sorry, princess. I forgot my position when I said all those things and it will not happen again."
Serena could tell that even though Jimena said this, she really wasn't sorry. The 'princess' went over to the windows that were certainly taller than she and stared out, forgetting about Jimena's comment. The view was so beautiful! She could see lovely mountains and fields of flowers in the distance. To the east was a vast forest and the mountains were covered with red, yellow, and orange trees. This was something she didn't see often since she lived in L.A. The sky was clear and she could see what she guessed were some squires or pages. They were gathered around a circle formed from sand. Two of them were in the center practicing with long poles.
"Well Mina, this is a very gorgeous land, isn't it?"
"Of course. Your father has worked hard to keep the peace and vanquish the evil. I will tell the maids not to bother coming." Jimena left in a hurry and didn't bother to explain how to work the dress.
"Yeah......sure. The king." She said slowly. She thought about her father wearing a crown and dressed as Collin was. She doubted that him being a king made him any more or less busy than he was in her world. And what about everyone else? What about Stanton? Would he be here? Serena smiled to herself when she thought about Stanton dressed in anything but black and other dark colors. She would be happy to see him.
In about forty five minutes, Serena was finally dressed. It had taken her about fifteen of those minutes just trying to figure out how the dress worked, especially the thing they call a corset (sp?). When she had managed to get that on, it was cutting off her air supply so she took it off.
Serena walked through the halls of the palace, guessing where everything was. She should have made Jimena stay and wait for her to dress so she could lead her around. Well, I never thought I'd be lost in my own house, she thought with a laugh. She took a turn and stopped instantly. Was that Stanton???
(Sorry to end yet another chapter so soon. I'll try and make the next one much longer. I don't know when I'll get it posted. Hopefully sometime this weekend. Anyway, I was planning not to continue this, but as you can see, changed my mind. I want to see how this story turns out and maybe I'll actually be able to finish for once. Thanks to all my reviewers. Just keep it up and I won't give up on the story. Thanks)