"Crown," I say, "What's Garden Wake like? Have you been there?"
The FM-ian near me says, "Yes, and it's quite a place. 'Town of everlasting dreams', they call it."
I nod.
I am Delilah Crown, heiress to the Crown fortune of millions of Zennys and hundreds of sapphires.
I am merely sixteen, but for most of my life I have been subjected to private schools.
When I heard that we were moving to the town of Garden Wake, I grew nervous. I found myself wondering if the teenagers my age would be able to tell who I was.
Then I met Crown.
He's an FM-ian, one who told me that he consorted with royalty, and that I wasn't merely an heiress, but a princess my parents were trying to hide.
Imagine! My parents, who I never trusted anyway, hiding my birthright as a ruler of a kingdom!
I told Crown that he was to be my advisor, as he himself told me that I was royalty. He accepted, but told me not to tell my parents.
Like I would. They would deny it, and tell me that princesses didn't exist since 200x or somewhere before that.
We're right now in the limo my parents bought for me specifically, and lucky me. It's the only place where I can speak to Crown safely.
"I am so excited and so nervous at the same time," I say, "Mother told me that they bought a mansion there, but I think it's poppycock."
"Oh, there is a mansion," Crown says, "and it has a gardener as well. Plenty of roses and lilies."
I nod. Crown always seemed to know what I preferred.
Roses over rubies, lilies over pearls, and blue jays over sapphires.
"Who's the gardener?" I ask.
"A man named…what was it?" Crown says, "Oh, yes, Eric Roswell. About your age, as well."
"Hang on, Crown," I say, then tapping on the window that separated the driver and myself, I say, "How much longer, dear sir?"
"Just up ahead," the driver replies, his words dulled by the deep glass.
I nod and sit back.
Garden Wake…meet Delilah Crown, princess and heiress to the Crown fortune!