CHAPTER FOUR
"Okay, teen time is over, you need to learn how to walk, talk, sit, stand and act like the future Queen of this country." I was already awake when Alyssa barged into the bedroom and I glared at her over my laptop.
"Right, because my thoughts, emotions and free will just have an off switch." I snapped, I wasn't even doing anything on my computer, I was just playing pinball. "Anyway, if I'm the freaking Princess, doesn't that mean you have to do what I say?"
"You know, I said letting you be raised mainstream was the worst idea." ALyssa remarked and I glared at her harder. "The King summons you to breakfast before your lessons begin, King trumps Princess."
"Well, if the King wants to see me then the King can come get me himself." With that I turned my attention back to my pinball and Alyssa let out an agravated sound before she left. I knew I shouldn't be acting like a total brat, but I also shouuldn't be getting married at fifteen. Twenty minutes after Alyssa left the doors to the bedrom were opened by doorsmen and I sighed as someone even started playing one of those trumpet things.
"Please rise for his Majesty, King Altiyan of Cyrus." The trumpet guy anounced, but I stayed sitting on the bed as His Royal Majesty entered. Huh... Even Kings where bunny slippers.
"Miley." King Altiyan stood at the foot of the bed and we stared each other down. I glared at him, I didn't want this, I wanted to go home, I wanted to go to high school and, sweet niblets, I wanted to fall in love. "Miley." He sighed, caving in and bowing his head. "I understand that this must be terribly difficult for you, but I have tried many times to have the constitution rewritten, there is simply nothing I can do."
"And there is simply no way I am marrying some fifty-year-old jerk face and let him... Touch me." I retorted and he sighed again.
"There will be no marrying you off to 'high bidders' or fifty-year-olds." King Altiyan denied. "As we speak a list of aproved bachelors under the age of thirty is being compiled for you to review and choose a suiter from to be courted through-out the year."
"Great; I'll still be marrying someone twice my age." I closed my computer and pushed it away, grabbing Beary instead. "Does my Dad know what you want me to do?" I demanded, there's no way my Dad would let me get married any time before my thirtieth birthday... Right?
"The choice of your husband is completely up to you, and you will have a year to know him and a lifetime to grow to... Like him at the very least." King Altiyan said before he started to leave. "I will have someone send up some breakfast for you and your tutors will be here in one hour whether you are ready for them or not. The anouncement will begin at six thirty this evening." With that he left and I was alone again. Finally.
Ten minutes later as the King had said someone brought a tray in with bacon, eggs, toast and a small plate of fruit as well as a glass of juice and a glass of milk. I sipped at the milk and picked at the fruit, but stubbornly avoided the cooked foods before I went to shower. I guess I didn't really have any choice in these etiquette classes.
Princess Miley
Sunday, September 11
My etiquette teacher is Miss Caltone and I think she has a stick stuck up somewhere it shouldn't have been in the first place. And at the same time as this stupid etiquette thing Alyssa had brought in a parade of aplicants for my personal assistant whilst I tried to take in the list things I had to say and do before I could even sit down at a freaking table.
"Sweet niblets, I don't give a flabit." I finally burst, glaring at both the woman and the man who had to be at least fifty who was the current applicant. "Just pick someone, anyone, I don't care, I'm just going to ignore them. And who gives a dang about which fork out of a thousand you use for which course at a thousand course meal that no-one even wants to be at." I snapped and stalked away as best as I could in the stupid four inch heels they forced me into. I can barely ballance on my feet let alone four inch heels.
"Well, she managed a gracefull exit." I heard Miss Caltone comment from inside the bathroom and I rolled my eyes as I tore the shoes off.
"Will she be ready for tonight?" Alyssa asked after she dismissed the PA applicant.
"Oh, if she can stop throwing a teenage temper tantrum she should be fine." Miss Caltone said casually. Or as casually as she could with that stick where it shouldn't be.
"Yes, well, good luck with that." Alyssa sighed before I heard her leave too.
"Your Highness, please come out in an orderly fashion." Miss Caltone requested and I childishly mimicked her through the bathroom door.
"No." I felt like stomping my foot, but I resisted the urge.
"This is no way for a Princess to act." Miss Caltone said and I stuck my tongue out at the door.
"Here's an idea then." I opened the door and glared. "Fire me, I didn't even want this to begin with."
"You are the Princess, deal with it, with decorum and grace, please." Miss Caltone replied and I slammed the door again in response. "This is why teenager should not run countries." I heard her mutter. Everything was silent for a couple of minutes until I heard a door open.
"Your Highness, Miss Caltone has left." Someone knocked on the door and I slowly opened it again. "She was muttering about intollerable teenagers as she left, it makes me wonder a little...?" Carlton smirked and I laughed. At least there was someone half way normal in this place.
"ADHD." I shrugged, sitting back on the bed. It was true, I was a hyper, easily distracted little monster when I was younger until my parents finally took me to a doctor when I was ten and I was diagnosed with ADHD.
"Conveniently not mentioned?" Carlton guessed.
"I'm sure if they wanted to they could get my medical records, I see no reason to help them." I dismissed and grabbed my computer. Carlton sighed as I logged on and opened a web page.
"Your Highness, the anouncement is tonight, barely six hours away." He reminded me and I sighed.
"I don't want to do this, Dude, the whole Princess thing was cool until I had to get hitched and knocked up within two years."
"I'm sorry, your Highness." Carlton bowed his head and I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever."
Princess Miley
"Your Highness." Alyssa looked me over and I glared at her. "The King will be here momentarilly."
"No, I won't." King Altiyan anounced, enterring the room I was in. I sighed and smoothed out the silk and lace white dress they'd put me in. "Miley, you look beautiful." I looked at him, he was in a full uniform-suit thing like you Kings wear in movies, and he even had a freaking crown on his silvering head. "But, there is one thing missing." He said thoughtfully and beckoned someone over from the doorway, it was a guuard carrying a deep blue pillow with gold tassels. There was a beautiful tiara on the pillow. It was white gold with dozens of little diamonds on it and a diamond heart in the middle. My mouth dropped open as King Alityan picked up the tiara and carefully place it on top of my head. It was surprisingly heavier than it looked. This thing was probably worth at least three or four Hannah concerts. "Perfect. Royal."` He apraised with a small smile and I unconsciously blushed.
"Your Majesty, your Highness." Madison Margarite - a girl Alyssa had selected to be my personal assistant on a trial basis earlier today - curtsied to us both before she adressed me. "Your Highness, your speach is prepared and is written on the blue paper on the stand." She curtsied at me again and I rolled my eyes. I'd told her about three thousand times in the last hour to please not curtsie.
"Thanks." I muttered and she beamed and hurried away.
"A bit overly enthusiastic and formal, don't you think?" King Altiyan mused and I scoffed, that would be an understatement.
"I still dislike you." I told him straight up. Yeah, sure, he's the freaking King, but he's also the guy who's making me marry some complete stranger... Okay, well, he tried to stop that, but he was the only I knew and could take out my anger on.
"As long as you keep it to teenage rebellion in the public eye, then you may feel however you plase towards me." King Altiyan bowed his head and I noted a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Though, I do hope you will rethink; I have always cared deeply for you, Miley, you may not have known, but I always did and I always cared for you." Great. I was getting a guilt trip from a dying King.
"Can we just get this over with?" I mumbled, looking away and feeling uncomfortable.
"Right this way, your Highness." Someone I didn't know beckoned me as the King was lead elsewhere. I was hanging in a little room just off of a giant ballroom in the palace. The ballroom was set up with a dance floor and tables for the meal that would follow the anouncement. First the Prime Minister would say a few words, introducing the King, who would then make a speach about his current ailment, the death of his son and his wife, and then introduce me. I would then make a speach that I vaguely knew mentioned that I would begin taking on responsibilities befitting my upcoming position and also start surveying prospective suitors. In other words I was telling them I was taking over the Monarchy slowly and getting hitched whether I liked it or not.
Then, after the speaches we would dine and then I would start to be introduced to my prospective suitors. The oldest of which I was told was 29 and the youngest of which was 4. And there was everything in between. Thankfully, though the 4-year-old had a seven o'clock bedtime and had to stay home with the army of nannies catering to his every whim.
All too soon the Prime Minister had come and gone and King Altiyan was on the stage at the podium and I could barely hear myself think through the blood rushing through my ears. I saw him pause dramatically and wave a hand in my direction.
"Without further adue, my granddaughter, and future Queen; Princess Miley." That was my cue, I slowly started to walk out, holding my breath and trying to look... Princess-y. When I got to the podium King Altiyan smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek before he stepped aside and I was left alone, facing two hundred and fifty pairs of eyes. At least. When I was Hannah I knew what to do, I sang, that was what I did. I did not do this. This wasn't me. Not at all.
"Uh... Hi?" I laughed nervously. They were all just standing there, looking, judging, critisizing. I looked down at the podium, there were three different colored papers; white for the Prime Minister, yellow for the King and mine were blue. I looked at the words. They were there, I knew that, but all I could see were black colored squiggles on a blue background. I dizzily grabbed the podium and squeezed my eyes shut for a second, hoping to clear the blurriness and nervousness. I opened them and looked down, nope. Still couldn't read the dang thing. I could get up in front of a hundred thousand people and sing in a blonde wig for two hours, but I was so nervous I couldn't even read in front of a couple of hundred. "Uh... Okay, well, I did have a speach." I started to say, letting out a slow breath. "But, I, uh, I'm kind of nervous and all the words look like little squiggles right now." I laughed hollowly again and I heard a few titters of laughter from the people. "So, I guess I have to wing it." I took another deep breath and slowly let it out.
Yeah... I can't write speaches... At all, so you guys are gonna have to use your imaginations for that one.
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Should this story stay in straigh HM category or should i put it as cross with either Camp Rock or Princess Diaries. Shane Gray will be making an appearance soon and will be a major part of the story (the CRS in the summary doesn't stand for Camp Rock Series though, there's a hint) and Queen Mia of Genovia may or may not make an appearance, I haven't decided yet. Review and let me know. :)
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