Ï swiftly grabbed my mother's hand, practically dragging her to the bookcase. Pulling out one of the books, the door to the safe room appeared. I scrambled down the step with my mother and father right on my tail. I couldn't help but wonder what the rebels wanted.

"WAIT! Mother, Father, where is Celia?!" I demanded. Everyone in the palace knows how protective I am over my little sister. I would do anything for her.

My father whips out his walkie talkie, checking with the guards to make sure she is in a safe room.

"Your Majesty, Princess Celia made her way down to the safe room that was below her bedroom. There are two guards down with her too." Officer Stratton answers.

I grab the talkie out of my father's hands. "I want more Stratton, she needs to be completely safe, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Right away."

I look over to my father who has a proud smile on his face. "Keep going." He mouths

"I also want General Zimmerman investigating this matter. I don't know how in hell the rebels were able to find themselves in the palace, but I personally would like to find out."

"Of course Your Highness."

"Thank you Stratton." I say as I turn off the talkie.

"Now that right there, is a king." My mother says proudly.

An hour passes and all I can do to keep myself busy is twiddle my thumbs. I wish I had brought a book or something to keep me company. My favorite book is a classic. It was written hundreds of years ago by a woman under the pen name of S.E. Hinton. It is called the Outsiders. I could literally read it over and over again. Unfortunately it is currently sitting on my bookshelf worn out from too many intense reading sessions. So here I sit with nothing to do, while Mom and Dad are in too deep of a conversation to pay attention to my silly matters.

Once the palace is entirely clear of rebels, an officer approaches the door to the safe room, telling us we are free to go. I sprint down the hallway to Celia's room catching her right before she leaves and I envelop her in a huge hug.

"Easton," She whispers. "Too tight."

"Sorry kiddo," I say as I release her, "I was pretty worried about you."

" I figured." She mumbled. "But I'm okay Genevera was cleaning my room when the alarm went off so she rushed me to the safe room."

"Good." I say. I would have to thank Genevera later.

"Do you know how the rebels got into the palace Easton?" Even though Celia looks at harmless as a fly, she is quite the leader and cares about her country tremendously.

"No idea kiddo. I already have General Zimmerman investigating the attack. I'll let you know when he gets back to me and dad. Now, how about we go with Mom and Dad to the dining hall to get some lunch? I am starving." Just then my stomach rumbles and my cheeks turn red.

"You and me both!" Celia laughs.

"Mhhhhhhhh." I moan. Celia stifles a laugh. "What? I say. This chicken is amazing. Great job today Chef Aldaine!" She blushes and immediately thanks me.

My father then puts down his fork. "Easton, about what we were talking about in my office this morning. Are you up for it?"

"Yes father, I would be happy to host a selection." I respond.

"WHAT! A selection! Finally! I don't know what took you so long Easton! Wait, so 35 girls are coming to the palace?! Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Finally more girls in the palace! Thank you God!" Celia praises.

My mother laughs and tells Celia to calm down. "Dear we haven't even chose anyone yet. Which remind me Declan, we need to get the applications sent to the offices in the provinces."

"Yes love." My father responds. "I will get Candance on it."

My mother and father walk back to their studies, leaving my sister and I alone. I take a look her in direction and find a smirk has replaced her innocent little smile. Oh no.

"Food fight!" She screams. And that is how I wound up getting a nice hunk of mashed potatoes in my face.

I pick up the delicious chocolate pudding we had for dessert, and catapult it, landing right splat in the middle of her dress. Point Easton!

"You monster!" She screeched. "Now it's personal."

Five minutes later all the food is gone. Cranberry sauce is splattered on the walls. There is a full chicken on our dog's head and Celia and I are both covered in food from head to toe. Lovely. I look around at the staff cleaning up the huge mess we made.

I sighed and walked over to one of the maids picking up pieces of a broken plate. I crouched down and looked her in the eye. "Let me help you with that." I said sympathetically. And my God, was she beautiful. I had never seen her before. She must be new. Her silky, strawberry blonde hair was rolled up tightly in a bun and the blush that crept up onto her face made this moment even more adorable. But, what caught me off guard the most, was her eyes. They reminded me of the ocean. They were the most beautiful, enchanting blue and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was in awe of her beauty.

"Oh, no Prince Easton," The maid said, snapping me out of my trance. "This is not your job. I can assure you, I can clean this up myself. But thank you." She said with a sincere smile.

"Well miss, I can assure you that I am fully capable of cleaning up the mess I made also. Now, what your name love?" I questioned.

"Sadie, Your Highness." She responded.

"Enough with that 'Your Highness' crap Sadie. Please, just call me Easton."

"Yes, Your- I mean Easton."

I smiled. The way she even said my name just made me want to melt. The staff, Celia and I continued cleaning. After what seemed to be an hour, we finally finished and the dining hall was spotless, however my sister and I were a different story. The chocolate pudding had somehow during the fight found my hair and Celia's dress was covered in mashed potatoes. We thanked the staff and turned to leave. Before she left though, I was able to catch Sadie at the door.

"Thank you for helping today Easton." She told me.

"Thank you for keeping me company." I responded with a smile.

She then shook her head and laughed. "It was my pleasure." And with that, the beautiful strawberry blonde disappeared from my sight.

So what do you think of Sadie? Let me know in the comments and thank you for reading!

xoxo QueenofIllea