Clara pov
"Then you and I have tea with Dr. Moscovitch. We are discussing your future duties as a queen with the health of the people in your mind and opening a full hospital here in Genovia." Mom mom sighed. Then looked at her watch. "Don't you mean uncle Michael? " I wondered. I was looked down on as helpless. "And besides, where is dad?" I inquired. "Clara!" She yelled. "As much as I love you, I really need you to zip it, lock it, and put it in your pocket! Right now, you need to head to the garage and jump in the car to take you to the tailor's. Grandmere is probably waiting for you to get there and will have my head if you're not there." My mother said. I knew my father was out of the country in Denmark tying relations there. You may think princess life is fun being rich, but when you're the only one, you'd wish you were born to serfs.
I was originally born to serfs, but as to what my history, says, It's confusing. Queen Amelia and prince Nicholas couldn't have children, so, in a secret lab, they combined their stuff to make babies and basically grew me in my first week as an unborn child in a container, then moved me into her belly. They picked out my genetic traits, my perfect Sun Kissed skin, wavy dark black hair, deep dark blue eyes, and natural red lips. The perfect baby with a dark secret. Finally, under the press' nose, queen Amelia was pregnant! Lots of people say I am the physical carbon copy of queen Annette Ronaldo, my 6th generation back grandmother. Weird is what I say.
Grandmere POV
As my great granddaughter arrived through the door, I watched her greet the civilians greeting her on the street. She never let her bodyguards come within a 15 foot radius and always was friendly. She was just like her mother. I smiled. She will be a great queen. As she walked in, she politely greeted me with a curtsy and hello. We went straight away to the fitting room to try her dress on.
Clara POV
The ball gown was surprisingly nice. I am the kind of girl who climbs trees, climbs castle's and forgets she is a girl. This simple dress was very nice. A dark blue version of the coronation gown that Demi Lovato wore in the princess protection program movie, with silver kitten heels was my outfit. Next, we spent 3 hrs in the crown jewels and treasure vault to pick my diadem that I was going to wear.
Finally! I'm free!
Grandmere decided that the Savak was best. The child size diadem once belonged to Princess Annette Ronaldo as a bridal gift from her betrothed, Sir Casper's son Lord Anthony Renaldi at age 12. (The name Renaldi and Ronaldo are just different spellings but same family.) Anthony and Annette were 3rd cousins. They were 16 when they were wed. Annette is my great 6x grandma. The wiring was just replaced and the 26 2.7 carat diamonds were restored and so were the 12 blue sapphires adorning it. My royal sash and crest were ironed, polished and ready to go.
The day has barely started and I'm already bored! I hate being a princess!