Chapter 9

Asha

I woke up this morning to unusual circumstances. I sat in bed trying to figure out what was so different. Finally I realized that Samantha hadn't came and woke me up yet. She wakes me up every morning by doing a Superman-dive on my king-sized bed. The only time she doesn't do this "wake-up call" is if she's sick. I hopped out of bed and ran to my door to check on her. That plan would have been perfect except for one teensy-tiny problem: my door was LOCKED!

"Hello? Why is my door locked?" I didn't think anyone would answer, but surprisingly, someone did.

"Princess Asha?" a voice asked. A hot voice, I might add.

"Yes, this is her," I replied through the key hole.

"You are to stay locked in your room until further notice-"

"WHAT?" I yelled, cutting the voice off. "Why? I didn't do anything. Am I grounded?"

"Umm...your Majesty?"

"Yes," I replied in a testy voice. I was not happy. Nobody locks Princess Asha and gets away with it. I didn't even do anything do deserve this!

"Do you think it would be okay if I came into your room and explained this incident to you. It's somewhat hard, talking through a key hole. I think you'd get the story better if we could see each other face-to-face."

I heard a key turn in the lock and the door opened to reveal the cutest Royal Guard I have ever seen. I was suddenly aware of my deplorable state: I looked like crap. No make-up, messy hair, the whole shebang.

I went and put a robe on and sat down in my squishy armchair. I looked at the blonde hair-blue eyed cutie and waited for him to begin.

"Princess Asha, I'm your new guard, Jonathan. I have to guard you 24/7."

"Wait one second. Why exactly do I need to be guarded?" I was seriously confused. I may have black hair, but I am a true blonde at heart.

"Well, your parents feel extra protection is needed after the incidents that occured last night..." he trailed off.

"What happened last night?"

"Well, the Princesses Samantha and Bethany disappeared. It looks as if Lord Deveroe took off too. Here, your sister left you a letter." He handed me a white folded piece of parchment. I didn't even have to ask who sent it, I could tell if was Sammie from the handwriting.

Dear Ashy-poo,

Well, I'm going to tell you where I am, as you (and the rest of Bromissia) are probably curious about where I am. Phillip asked me to marry him! Can you believe it? I could barely believe it when he asked me. We are going to elope, as mom and dad don't want me to get married. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Tell the parents not to worry: Phillip and I really do love each other. We'll be back for the ball. Until then, enjoy life without me. It shouldn't be too hard.

Love,

Sammie

P.S. I'm not going to tell you where I am, I know how you are at keeping secrets a secret.

"Oh my gosh..." I dropped the letter. It explained Sammie's disappearance, but Bethany's? Why was she gone? "What are my parent's doing about the elopement?" I asked Jonathan.

He looked at me. "Well, as you can tell, they're not too happy about this. They're sending search parties out for Bethany and Samantha. When they find Phillip..." he made a slashing motion across his neck.

I was shocked. "They're...they're going to kill him? How could they? Sam and Phil are perfect for each other. They couldn't possibly do that. Sam would just die..."

"Maybe, Princess Asha. You could talk them out of that. Maybe a less harsh punishment for him," Jonathan recommended.

I ran out of the door, ignoring my guard's dismayed cries. I was going to find Jennifer and have her help my cause.

AN: Sorry for the long wait, darling readers. Life has been hectic, in more words or less. Thanks for those who have continued with me and this story! I wish I updated sooner, but c'est la vie. Well, like always REVIEWS are greatly appreciated. They make my day-even if they're hate reviews...lol, maybe not.

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