New York Royalty
By: PrinceOfNewYork
Chapter Two: A Princess in My Eyes
Summary: In the world people are viewed in several different ways. Some are leaders, some are followers, some are somewhere in the middle, and some just get power through possessions. The concept of royalty can take on more than just one form.
Disclaimer: Most of these guys are mine, except for the few that ain't. And, if ya don't know which ones those are then you better go watch Newsies again.
A/N: Alright, this is my first shot at a Newsie fic, but I've been messin' with this character for over a year now, and it's about time she had her story put down (before I completely forget it all!) Thanks a bunch to all of ya who read this!
I did borrow the character of Collin "Red" Russiani from a fellow author of mine: AmbrLupin who has an account on this site under that name. So, if you're interested in this character go to her for info, and thanks to her for loaning him to me!
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Christmas came and went, as did the months of December, January, and February. Soon it was the middle of March, a Friday afternoon. Adam, the carriage driver for the family, had just brought the young Princess home. As usual Nigel was no where to be found, however, this only became usual as of recently.
"How was school, Princess?" her mother asked.
"Good! Except for when Emily and Georgina wouldn't talk to me. I think their mad I got a better role in the class play then they did." The class was acting out a scene from Oliver Twist, and since it was an all-girl's-school the Princess was going to play The Artful Dodger, Jack Dawkins.
"Well, I'm glad you had a good day at any rate."
"Where's papa?"
"Amanda's shoulders tightened a bit. "At work," she said in a deceivingly calm tone.
The Princess chose her timing carefully, and asked, "Mama… may I speak with you, just for a moment?"
Her mother looked up from the book in her lap. "Of course dear." She placed a piece of cloth in the book to hold her place, and then closed it. "What is it?"
"I was wondering, um… why do you call me a Princess?"
"Simple," her mother said with her beautiful smile, "Because you are one."
"But I'm not," she explained. "Papa's not a King; you aren't a Queen, so how could I be a Princess?"
"Darling, every girl is a Princess."
"What if I don't want to be a Princess anymore?"
Amanda was slightly shocked by this question, and nearly caught off guard. She regained her composure quickly and countered, "But… why don't you want to be a Princess?"
"It's not so much that, it simply seems childish. I'm a bit old for such things."
Her mother had to chuckle at her daughters serious face. "But Princess, you're only twelve!"
"I know," the young Princess said. She didn't see what was so funny. "I just want to be called something different, that's all. My friends at school call me Mary, or Mary Ann. Why don't you ever call my by the name you gave me?"
To be honest, Amanda had never realized she only called her daughter a Princess. "I suppose you have always been a Princess in my eyes."
At this point Nigel walked in the front door, home from a long hard day at work.
"I just want to be called by a proper name."
"What is all this commotion?" Mr. Snyder asked walking in the room.
His wife stood. "Our Princess says she no longer wants to be called a Princess."
"Well, why on earth not?" Nigel asked.
"She finds it childish."
"Nonsense. There is nothing at all childish about it."
"But," the young girl protested, not giving up so easily, "why can't you just call me Mary, or Mary Ann?"
Nigel heaved a sigh. "Can we please speak of this at another time Princess? I've had an awful day. It's those… newsboys! Those stealing, lying street rats! Why if a newsie were my child I'd… I'd…"
"Princess, why don't you go up to your room, and let your father rest?"
The Princess opened her mouth to protest once more, but found it hopeless. She nodded quietly said, "Yes ma'am," and walked towards the stairs.
It seemed as of late, Mr. Snyder's job was taking more of a toll on him. He worked long hours. When he did finally come home he only complained about the children in the refuge, and the newsies, boys who intrigued the Princess to no end. Boys named Alex Johnson, and Collin Russiani, and lots of other names unknown to high society New York. She would make up stories about all of them, and think of how exciting a life such as that would be. However, with Nigel constantly tired and complaining Mrs. Snyder was slowly losing her temper with him. The Princess pretended not to notice, but she could easily see her mother's frustration. It made the Princess worry just a little, but over all, she didn't dwell on the worry. But there was still the feeling that something was simply not right.
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Alright, it's going a bit slow... trust me it DOES pick up. You're just going to have to take my word for it. Hopefully the curiousity of exactly what becomes of this girl will be enough to bring you back on Monday for another update! Hope to see you then!