StephanieFan: I've never realised that I never put up disclaimers! Not that I see a real point since ya'll know Full House doesn't belong to me. But just in case!
Disclaimer: Full House does not belong to me, only the plot of the fic does. I'm just a pathetic teenager trying to prepare for high school and college in a few years. The Countess and any other Original Characters belong to me. They're usually gonna be servants or not really people who are too important causeI wanna stick to Full House characters as much as possible.
Denise set up Michelle's breakfast on the desk early the next morning.
"Wake up, Michelle! The queen has requested your presence as soon as possible!" Denise shook Michelle lightly on the shoulder.
She popped up quickly almost hitting Denise's head.
"Mother wants to see me?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Yes! The message has already been delivered to to Princess Stephanie. I believe she has already gone to the queen so it's best if you hurry."
"Alright fine! But I don't see why she needs me."
Quickly, she ate her breakfast, got dressed and ran down the corridor. Well...at least till she tripped on her gown...
A bony hand pulled her up by her shoulder.
"This is why we don't run, your higness." scolded a cold voice of her governess, Countess Lancaster. An old woman with graying black hair, creepy face that would send a child screaming and crying and wearing a black tight dress, looking like a vampire.
"Sorry, but I am twenty-one after all. I don't need your advice." Michelle said harshly.
She had always been afraid of Lancaster since her father found her a good governess for Michelle. The Countess would be in her room at the crack of dawn and wake her up for lessons and scolding her and anything else. It was only until her eighteenth birthday a few years back that Lancaster made herself a little more scarce. Sometimes, Michelle would go weeks without seeing that old hag. Now, she's thankful that the one bugging her about being a princess was Denise. Of course, now Michelle's not afraid to stand up to her or tell her mother.
"Just watching out for your well-being." Lancaster feigned worry in her voice.
'Talk about being a bad actress!' thought Michelle. "If you'll excuse me, I'm meeting with my mother, the queen."
Countess Lancaster stepped aside and curtsied, as much as a fifty year old lady can anyways.
'What a horrifying way to start off the morning!'
Michelle turned the corner, up a fleet of stairs, took a left, up again till a perfectly polished door came to view. Denise pushed in open for them both. Tea was set up on a table.
"Michelle! Good morning! Did you have a nice sleep last night?" the queen beamed from the couch she and Stephanie were sitting on.
"Morning, mother!" Michelle greeted cheerfully. No need for curtsies or anything with mother. Only father. "So why was I called here?"
"Just wanted to chat with my two daughters before I leave Vienna and out to greet your aunt and uncle back."
"Oh that's right! The docks are a while away and you have to get there before sundown." said Michelle.
"Horses at Vienna are so slow!" complained Stephanie, "I want my Magnolia back!"
Magnolia, a white stallion which had to be left behind at a different palace while the royal family was staying at Vienna Palace for Easter.
"Don't worry, we'll get back to dear Magnolia as soon as Easter's over." Pamela assured her.
"Alright."
"Now what should we talk about? Remember, I only have a couple hours before heading to the docks."
"How about DJ?" Michelle suggested, "I miss her."
"Me too." said Pamela sadly.
"Do you think being Queen of Churchill will spoil her?" asked Stephanie.
"Remember, queens have their responsibilites of caring for the country and the king. It's not always about crowns and jewels." Pamela pointed out.
"Tough for us." said Stephanie.
"Still, the last time she visited was summers ago. Too long to remember! Do you think she's got children yet?" asked Michelle who wants a nephew or niece badly.
"I hope so," wondered the queen, "Thirty-one I believe she is right now. Should have some kind of child of her own."
Stephanie reached for a cup of tea, "I doubt it." Sip, "She would have sent a letter of some sort if an heir to the Churchill throne was born."
"I agree with Stephanie on this one." said Pamela.
"Mother! Why don't we invite DJ and King Steve to the palace to spend Easter with aunt, uncle, our cousins and us!" chirped Michelle.
"I wish that could be done but they already have plans I believe." Pamela hugged her daughters. "Well, you must be bored. Go do whatever you want. I convinced your father to excuse you from lessons today. Not that you need any from what I see."
"Thank you, mother!" they both said with gratitude.
Michelle bolted out the fastest while Stephanie stopped at the door and turned back to the queen.
"Mother, I'll never get bored if we talked a million years."
Pamela smiled and kissed her on the cheek, "Thank you. I know Michelle gets bored. You and DJ probably are the only two who listen without complaining."
"You really do miss her don't you?"
"Very much." Pamela steps to the window. Watching the clouds float by. "But I'm happy for you."
She saw Stephanie's reflection nod and leave the room.
'Yes, I would truly miss them all.'
Knock Knock Knock!
"Come in."
A man stepped into the room and bowed, "Your majesty I think you should rest before you set out to greet your brother, the emperor."
"No, Joseph. I'll be fine." Pamela took a seat and played with a small silver locket. "Do me a favor and take care of Stephanie and Michelle."
"But your majesty, it's only a few hour trip." said the Grand Duke Joseph.
Her fingers closed over the locket and gave it a squeeze.
"I have a feeling it's going to be much longer."
"A feeling?"
"Yes," Pamela dipped a quil in some ink and began writing.
"This doesn't sound good." Joseph whispered to himself.
Woohoo! Double update!
