Prince Charming

Chapter 2: The Start of a New Year


"We have much to do, and so much plans this year, Amelia! So I suggest you start preparing."

I was in the Gold Room with Grandmere, listening to her talk about "our plans." You know, stuff I did every year since I came to Genovia. For once, I thought, I want something different and exiting. You hardly get any of that around here, so forget about it.

"Amelia, " Grandmere interrupted my thoughts. "Have you been seeing anyone in particular?" I noticed Grandmere relaxing a bit, and a smile came too.

"No. Unless you count those people who always come around the palace and–"

"That's not what I meant," She said. "You know, around this age you start seeking for some romance. Like, dating people..."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Oh, um, uh, well, not really . . .I mean, not yet, at least." I have to admit, I was a little uncomfortable with the subject.

"What about Madame Guiselle's sons?"

"No."

"Minister Gerald's son, Lopez?"

"Creepy."

"Prince Reynaldo?"

"A total bore."

"Prince Nicholas?"

"No."

"Prince Fernando?"

"Ew."

"Prince Wilson?"

"No."

"Prince Jacques?"

"No.."

"Prince Tranique?"

"No."

"Prince William?"

" . . . No."

"Amelia, " Grandmere began. "A princess, at this time, should be looking for your husband." My eyed popped out, "A WHAT!"

"A husband. And you need to start finding one now."

"But this soon?" I yelled. "Haven't you herd of the old Love Will Find You Someday?"

"No, apparently I haven't." I can't believe this woman! She truly needs to get out more. I mean, I still have time for that. "No further discussions. Amelia, I already set-up a date for you with Prince James tomorrow."

"But–"

"No complaints."

After that little chat I headed up to my room. While I was walking I spotted my friend, Diana, one of the head maids, walking by.

"Hey, Mia!" she said giving me a smile. She noticed the frustration in my face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Grandmere," we said at the same time. It seemed when there was always a problem it always had something to do with Grandmere. Always. "She wants me to date these royal snobs." It's not that I don't want to date, it's just that it's just not . . . right. I don't feel a connection with them, you know? I want to find someone that's perfect. I'm not talking about these Prince Charmings either. They may have it all but once you really get to know them . . . they aren't the perfect man in your imagination.

Of course— for me at least—there is no chance for me to find someone special. First of all, why do I have to date guys I don't really love? Second of all, all those royals care about nothing but themselves. Third, why would anyone like me? No one likes me or loves me. It would take a miracle for me to find true love when I'm going to end up with a husband who always leaves me, careless about my feelings, then buying me gifts to make up for it.

"Mia, you'll be fine." Diana gave me a friendly hug.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.


"So, how are . . . you." We were sitting outside in the gardens eating lunch. And this James guy, yeah, not much of a talker. Made this lunch kind of boring and quiet in a creepy way. I had to keep smiling, because out of the corner of my eye I could see Grandmere and Mary watching us like hulks from the outer windows.

-

"Mary," Grandmere said looking out the window.

"Yes your highness?"

"Amelia needs to find a good future husband, but she refuses. We had a little talk yesterday and she wasn't so ... cooperative. But even if she refuses, she has no choice. This is for the good of our family name. I don't want some bad public appearance like those awful celebrities. So that why I made a plan. Now listen, Mary."

"Yes?" Mary said, getting her pen and notebook ready.

"I'm going to set her up with all the young men I can get without her even knowing it. That way she won't be annoyed with me like she always is. This would be a great opportunity for her to find romance. It's perfect! She won't even know a thing! And we can all take a trip too..."

"Where?" Mary asked curiously.

"Shut up, I'm thinking."

-

"Fine, and you?"

"Good," I said as I faked a smile at him. He really was boring. I don't know why Grandmere chose him. What did she see in this guy? Handsome, maybe, but...

"How's your lunch?"

"Crunchy," I said not caring what word came out of my mouth. I was too busy thinking and looking down at my tea and sandwich. Seriously, I can't take it anymore–

"Your highness," the waiter said handing me a note. "I note for you."

"Thank you."Amelia,

I want you to meet me in the main hallway in 30 minutes. I have good news to tell you!

Love,

your Grandmere


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