Rosanna Emmerson Clair is princess of Monaco. Her father, the king, transfers her to a new school for both witches and Wizards after she was kicked out of her last school. Everything is new, Rosanna struggles through keeping up with her royal status...
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It's been a few weeks and Malfoy and I are getting along pretty well. We haven't fought a lot outside, only Greengrass and I.
Our sessions of me teaching him Royal etiquette mainly contains two pairs of lips making out. You know, practice for the real thing when the time comes.
I haven't told anyone mainly because I'm scared they'll judge me or something. Kaia is getting suspicious whenever I tell her I need to go somewhere. Instead of meeting weekly, we've been meeting every day now.
Currently, I was walking with Kaia and Hermione to our Charms class. Unfortunately, it's with the Slytherins. I don't mind most of the Slytherins, in fact, they are all nice which is shocking considering they hate us.
It's just that one bitch and her sister who think they have some sort of power over me. Reality check, you're and always will be below me Greengrass's.
"I can't believe Snape set a two parchment essay. Library, Saturday?" Kaia asked Hermione and I as we walked to our next class.
Hermione nodded, "Yeah, please. I need to finish some homework too." Kaia nodded in agreement and the two turned to me. "Rosanna?"
"Uh- I actually have to help this second-year with their Charms work, I promised," I shrugged, frowning at the fact that I have to lie.
"What? Again? You never hang out with us anymore, Rosanna," Kaia pouted, sending me a sad look that made me feel nothing but guilt.
I fiddled with my rings as I was struck with no clue on what to say. "I-I will try," I smile, hoping we can move on from the conversation.
"What, it's literally for your-"
"Do you think someone knocked her up? That's why she got transferred," Greengrass's voice said.
I turned around to see Greengrass and her two "friends" walking past us. "If I were you, I'd lay off the chocolate," she smiled, looking me up and down.
"Did you just call me fat?" I asked, disbelief written across my face.
She took another glance at me and shrugged, "You're the one who said it, not me." Out of anger, I walked over to her and shoved her back.
"Listen here, Greengrass. You are in no position to be saying shit to me, saying anything to me. Watch your fucking language because I would really hate for something to happen to your family," I snapped, glaring hard at her.
She was taken back by what I said for a second and quickly plastered on rage. "Are you threatening me?" She scoffed.
"Fuck that, I'm telling you that I will fucking end you if you as so much say one more thing to me, that's a promise," I spat, walking closer towards her.
