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Chapter 2: New Friends and Old

Nicolaclair's POV

"I'm your what?" I asked. I knew that I probably should've been more polite, this was the Moroi queen after all, but I was too shocked to remember my manners.

"My sister," Lissa said calmly. "I know this is really weird for you. I can't get my head around it either but you and I have the same dad."

I gasped. What was she saying? Was I really related to the leader of the entire Moroi world? Why hadn't I ever known?

"Do you mean," I said slowly, "That I'm ... royal?"

"Yes," She confirmed grimly. "And that means that you'll have to have some guardians. I've got three guardians on their way now. I'm sorry, but if you were planning on going out today, I'd advise you to cancel your plans and stay in. I know it's a pain."

Now that got me angry. "Why should I cancel my plans?" I demanded, "I have a right to go out of the house and besides, I already told my dad that I was coming. If I don't go, he'll be really upset!"

"Well," Lissa said. "Give me your dad's address and I'll have your guardians meet you there. They'll be able to come in about two hours."

I told her his address and we hung up. Lissa promised to be in touch and I promised to save her number. My mind was still reeling. Me, a girl who'd lived most of her fourteen short years in a small Scottish town, royal? It just didn't seem possible.

I looked down at myself. I was pretty short about 5"3 and very skinny. I'd been told that I could be a model if I wanted but I wasn't the kind of girl who liked a lot of attention. I had pale skin, curly dark brown hair and big jade green eyes. I'd always liked my eyes but my hair was murder to fix in the morning.

No, I decided, I didn't have what it would take to be a royal. Oh well, maybe Lissa would send me away, horrified by my lack of regality.

I was cut off from my thoughts when my phone rang again. This time it was Dad, telling me that he was outside. I went out and got into the taxi.

Billy's POV

I sighed. Today was the day I'd been waiting for my whole life. I was finally getting an assignment. Not only that, but my assignment happened to be the queen's sister.

Maybe I should go back to the beginning. My name is Guillermo Ramirez and I'm sixteen years old. I come from Valencia in Spain and my friends at school, mostly the British ones since my school is an international one, call me Billy because my full name Guillermo is the Spanish for William. I'm also a guardian. Yes, I know that most guardians graduate when they are eighteen but since the decree which was passed by the former queen Tatiana, guardians now graduate when they are sixteen.

Honestly, I don't mind this. I have always been top in my guardian classes and I am eager to get out into the real world to get some proper experience.

I was jerked back to reality when the car stopped. We were here. I looked at my companions. Eddie Castile, who was driving, had sandy blond hair and sharp hazel eyes, and Neil Raymond, who sat beside Eddie, had short black hair and bright blue eyes.

"What did you say her name was again?" I asked Eddie. Things wouldn't go well if I couldn't even remember the girl's name.

"Nicolaclair," Eddie said, "She's fourteen and lives not that far from here. This is her adopted father's house." I nodded. Right, Nicolaclair. Somehow, that name sounded very familiar to me but I couldn't quite place it. I shook off the feeling and followed the others to meet our new charge.

Nicolaclair's POV

I heard a knock at the door. My dad had gone to the shop and I assumed that this was the arrival of my guardians. I had to admit that I was kinda nervous about meeting them. I mean, what if I hated them? What if they are really old and stuff? Another knock caused me to stand up and go to the front door.

When I opened it, I saw three young men. The guy in front, who I thought must be the leader, had sandy blond hair, cute features, and sharp hazel eyes. The second guy was tall with neatly cut black hair and bright blue eyes. And the last guy ... I knew him. His gorgeous face was exactly like I remembered, his black hair was just as soft and silky looking and his chocolate brown eyes made me want to melt as I gazed into them.

"Billy?" I asked though I already knew the answer. "Is that you?"

"Nicolaclair!" Billy replied and pulled me into a hug. Laughing, I hugged him back, blinking tears of joy out of my eyes.

"You guys know each other?" A voice asked. Billy and I pulled apart and I saw that it was the blond boy who had spoken.

"Yeah," I said, "We met in France. I was on a school trip and well ... I don't really know what Billy was doing there."

"I was on a break from school with some friends," Billy told me. I nodded in understanding and then turned to the other two guys.

"I'm Nicolaclair Connelly," I introduced myself, holding out my hand.

"Eddie Castile." Said the blond, shaking my hand.

"Neil Raymond." The other guy said, also shaking hands with me. I smiled at them.

"It's great to meet you both," I said. "Can I get you a drink?"

"No thank you." Neil said politely. He had a faint English accent and I thought that he was the kind of guy who wouldn't really say very much.

"Yes please." Billy said. I smiled. I loved his Spanish accent just like I loved everything else about him.

"What do you want?" I asked. "Water? Tea? Coffee? Coke? Or, maybe some Iron-Bru?"

"What's Iron-Bru?" Eddie asked. I grinned with delight.

"You've never tried it? Allow me to enlighten you."

I went into the kitchen and grabbed four glasses. I filled them all with the orange liquid and then I carried them back to the others who had made themselves comfortable on the couches.

"Here you go," I said handing everyone a glass. I'd gotten one for Neil too, even though he'd said he didn't want anything. In my opinion, no one could resist Iron-Brue.

"This is actually quite nice." Eddie said. I smiled at him. I knew they couldn't resist it.

"See?" I asked. "Don't ever say that we Scots don't have taste. I suppose you don't get Iron-Bru in ... America? You are American, right?"

"Yeah," He agreed. "And I don't know if you get Iron-Brue in America. If so, I've never tried it."

After that, we sat in silence drinking our juice. Then, I heard the door open. Uh-oh, how would I explain three new visitors to dad?

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