CHAPTER THREE
"Your Highness..." I groaned and rolled over, purrying my head under a pillow and then pulling the covers over me as well, just for good measure. "Your Highness." The voice was muffled now, but unfortunately I could still hear it.
"Go 'way." I mumbled.
"Your Highness, your meeting with the King is in half an hour." The voice said through the muffles and I groaned again and sat up, flinging the blankets and pillows away. "Good, now your outfit has been laid out and a stylist will be here in ten minutes to do your hair, along with a coach to inform on the propper etiquette for dining with the King. It was Alyssa and I glared at her, but she just turned and walked away.
"Grrr." I groaned, crawling to the edge of the bed and getting out. Jesus, that thing is huge. One of the doors in the bedroom was open and there was a dress. Just one dress. Hanging on a rail in what I guess was a closet. It was white a white sundress that had lace around the edges and fell to just above my knees. I picked up the dress and frowned a little as I looked around, there were three other doorways in this room alone, one of them had to be a bathroom, right? I went to the next closest and found another closet, then an empty room, then a shoe closet, then... Bingo. Bathroom. I hung the dress on the doornob and went to get my toiletries bag before I took a quick shower and just as I was brushing my teeth the hair stylist and etiquette person came. Fifteen minutes later the hair guy was finished; he'd cut my hair a little and had brushed it, he did a braid around the top of my head and wound little white flowers into it before he left the rest out freely.
"Let's see your curtsie." The etiquette woman demanded, the entire time she'd been talking about how to act and speak and sit and stand and everything else and I honestly probably only took about three words she was talking so fast. I slowly moved into a curtsie like I'd seen on TV and she frowned.
"Not completely hopeless, but there's no time to fix it now anyway." She sniffed in disdain and I rolled my eyes.
"Good, you're ready, put your sandals on and let's go." Alyssa returned with a pair of strappy white flate sandals that I quickly slipped on before I followed her. Back down stairs, through the giant living area, a maze of hallways, past the entry way, more hallways and... A formal dining room. "Rise when the King enters and curtsie, do not sit until he does and-" Whatever she was going to say was cut off.
"Alyssa, that is enough, thank-you." A man in around his sixties entered the room in a full suit and Alyssa quickly dropped into a curtsie. My eyes got wide and I quickly followed clumsily, making the King chuckle. "Miley, I presume?"
"Uh... Yes-yes, sir." I nodded, blushing, I'm pretty sure I was doing this wrong.
"No need to be so nervous, Miley, we're family here." The King said in a comforting voice. "Alyssa, you've done wonderfully in retrieving my granddaughter for, but I would wish to dine with her alone." 'Retrieving me'? What, like I'm a pair of slippers? Alyssa left and I found myself looking at the floor. "Miley?" My head shot up when he said my name. "I am your biological grandfather, you however, can call me Altiyan." The King went over and sat down at the head of the table.
"Yes, sir." I mumbled and he gestured for me to sit next to him.
"No need to be so formal." The King waved it off with a chuckle. "I am told that you prefer scrambled eggs, bacon and mushrooms for breakfast, I hope you enjoy." A plate was set in front of me with one of those silver food cover thingies on it, only to be removed to reveal bacon, scrambled eggs, mushrooms and two pieces of toast cut in triangles.
"Thank-you." I choked out, everything that had happened in the last three days was going to make my head explode. And now I was having breakfast with a freaking King. We sat in silence for about ten minutes as we ate until the King seemed to notice that I was only really just picking at my eggs.
"Miley, I have no idea how hard this must be for you, but I would have left you in peace with your family if there was any other way." King Altiyan said and I looked down and nodded. "I am not a well man, Miley." I shot up to look at him. "You are the last of the Cyrus line, and though I have tried many a time to try and change it, Cyrus constituion states that without a Monarchy the country of Cyrus will cease to exist." My mouth dropped open and I stared at him, not even really caring any more. "As I said, I am not a well man, and the best physicians in the world have written my death sentance. I have been given less than a year, the officials see it as a year to groom a Queen, I see it as a year to know the granddaughter I never had a chance to."
"What if I can't do it?" I finally voiced the thought that had been burrowed in my mind for the last two days. "What if I can't be who they want me to be? I'm just a kid."
"Don't be who they want you to be, Miley, be who you want to be." King Altiyan smiled reassuringly at me. "And youth isn't always wasted on the young, you know." I smiled a little, he actually seemed kind of cool. "This is a lot to take in, I know, but there are more serious matters I would like to discuss with you." The King said after a few more minutes when I'd actually take a couple of bites of egg and bacon. "Would like to accompany me on a walk through the grounds after breakfast?" He asked, but I knew I had to, even if he wasn't King, I wanted to know what else there was.
"Y-yes, Sir." I nodded quickly and he chuckled again. Ten minutes later I couldn't eat anymore, I was too nervous. What else could there possibly be? My parents are who I thought they were, I was a hospital mix-up baby, I'm a freaking Princess, and I'm going to be Queen before I can even drive. What else was there?
"I suppose that was a bad move on my part, I should have let you eat before bringing it." King Altiyan sighed and I looked down and blushed. "Why don't we go for that walk and put your mind at ease?" He suggested, getting up and I quickly followed.
"Your Majesty-" Alyssa appeared as soon as we stepped out of the dining room and the King sighed.
"Alyssa, whatever it is, it will have to wait, I am going for a walk with my granddaughter." King Altiyan dismissed.
"Yes, you Majesty." Alyssa nodded and quickly left.
"Y-your Majesty?" I asked hesitantly after ten to fifteen minutes of walking along the beautiful grounds of the Castle.
"Ah, you want to know about the serious matters." King Altiyan smiled before it dropped and he grew serious. "I am afraid, young Miley, that being Queen will not be as simple as a coronation." I furrowed my brow and he led me to a nearby marble bench. "You see, this another thing I had been hoping to change, but have failed at; before a Princess can be Queen she must marry." I felt shock wash over me. I didn't think I could be shocked anymore. I mean, with everything that had happened in the last couple of days you'd think I'd be immune to shock. King Altiyan looked truly sorry, but it didn't really register with me. "And I'm sorry to say that you must also be at the very least pregnant within the first year of your marriage or the next in line for the throne would be able to seize the Crown on grounds of carrying on the Royal line. With no other heirs, though, parliment would simply try to remove you, which would cause our country to cease to exist."
Princess Miley
Saturday, September 10
"Your Highness!" I woke up with a cool, wet cloth on my forehead and something in my mouth. "Your Highness, Princess!" Someone kept trying to wake me and I groaned. I didn't want to wake up right now. I didn't want to wake up ever. The last thing I remember was being told that I had to be married and pregnant before I'm even sixteen or an entire country would cease to exist. "Your Majesty, the Princess is waking." The person called and I heard a sigh of relief.
"Miley." King Altiyan's voice came closer. and I forced my blurry eyes to open. My head hurt.
"Wha happen?" I asked, slurring, and I reached up to touch my head where it hurt.
"You passed out and hit your head." The first voice said, coming into my blurry view and the white coat and stethoscope was all I need to know that it was a doctor.
"Owww..." I whined, squeezing my eyes shut again.
"It's okay, just a little bump, some pain killers and a lollipop and you'll be just fine." The doctor assured and I frowned. I wasn't going to be 'just fine', I was going to be married and pregnant before I was even an adult. Three days ago I was mostly normal; now I have life sentance of Queen before I'm sixteen and pregnant before I'm seventeen. So uncool.
"So, what?" I turned to the King, still rubbing my head as I glared. Politeness and King be damned. "I have to get married and have a kid, is that it? Do I have to do anything else? Stand in the middle of the town and let them cut out my heart?" I demanded and the King sighed sadly. "Are you just going to marry a fourteen-year-old kid off to the highest bidder for your precious country? What about me, huh? What about my life, my hopes, my dreams? I wanted to grow up and fall in love on my own terms, with someone I actually knew and loved of my acord, not some idiot that was picked out to knock me up to continue some stupid Royal family." King Altiyan looked away and I glared at him harder.
"Doctor Andrews, that will be all, thank-you." The King dismissed when the doctor came over with a glass of water and two asprin on a silver platter.
"Yes, your Majesty." The doctor bowed a little before he left and I was once again alone with the King of Cyrus. Great. The last time I was alone with him I almost got a concussion.
"Anything else I should know?" I muttered, not looking at him as I took the painkillers.
"Alyssa has arranged a personal tutor for you starting Monday after the anouncement until Prince Arthur's Prepatory can be declared secure for your education." With that anouncement the King got up and left quietly.
"Ugh!" I let out a scream and flung the platter with the glass on it away, hearing a satisfying smash and clatter as the glass broke. I got off the bed and grabbed up head at the sudden dizziness. I sat down again for a few minutes until I could figure out what to do. I got up again and walked slowly to the door to what I guess was some sort of infirmary only to find a guard standing right outside. "How do I get back to my room?" I mumbled, looking down.. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to find out my entire life was a lie, or that I was Princess, or any of this.
"Right this way, you Highness." The guard said and I looked up, it was Carlton.
"Carlton?" I spoke again when we were somewhere. i don't know where, but it was starting to look familiar so I think we were getting close.
"Yes, your Highness?" Carlton replied dutifully and I rolled my eyes behind his back at the constant 'your Highness' crap.
"Is there really no-one else? I mean... No-one?" I shrugged a little and Carlton let out a short sigh. "I can't be a Princess, I'm not Princess material." We rounded another corner when carlton stopped and turned to me.
"Princess... You are Princess material. You were born for this, and from the time I've been on your security team, I can see that you will be a great Credit to our country." Carlton said in a sort of actually caring voice before he straightened up again and cleared his throat before he started walking again. "This way, your Highness." He said, and I realized we were in the hall that led to the Crown quarters.
"Thanks." I muttered, walking into the living room of the quarters. I ran as fast as I could up to the bedroom and grabbed my laptop out of my suitcase and set it up, connecting to the internet. The palace had great reception, I had to admit. Stupid Royal family. Stupid traditions.
Princess Miley
I guess I fell asleep because I woke up and to wake up you have to have been unconscious. That's completely beside the point though because when I woke up I had computer keys pressing against my face and I was drooling on the mousepad. Great.
"Your Highness!" Oh, right, that's why I woke up. I groaned and whiped my face as I got up. I scrunched up nose at my computer and swiped the drool away with my hand before I got up to answer the door.
"What?" I grumbled, opening the doors. It was Alyssa. Her eyes roamed over me and I rolled mine.
"It's time for your etiquette lessons." She said and I grumbled, going back into the room.
"Right, learn how to be gracefull whilst marrying and being knocked up by some fifty-year-old stranger who's probably a jerk and jack-ass." I muttered darkly, climbing back onto the bed.
"Your anouncement is tomorrow evening on live televission through-out all of Cyrus, Some European countries, and the Americas." Alyssa persisted and I mimicked her childishly, crawling to the middle of the bed and sitting cross-legged and crossing my arms petulatnly.
"I'm not leaving this bed." I declared and Alyssa pursed her lips. "Today I was told that I'm going to be married and a mother before I'm even seventee, I think I'm entitled to at least one day of being a freaking teenager before you marry me off to the highest bidder." Alyssa sighed and turned and left.
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