The warm pink coloured walls made the room feel warmer than it already was on the temperate summers’ day. The dainty roses on the walls made me feel outside and free from the castle even when I wasn’t.
“Charlotte are you in your breakfast clothes?” said Martha on of the maids
“Nearly” I replied even though I was still in my comfortable four poster bed in my green velvet pyjamas. My breakfast clothes were hanging on the outside of my hefty chrism wardrobe; the blue and white spotty frilly top and 3 quarter lengths which were ‘Too good to wear to bed not good enough to wear outside’ according to my mother.
A knock on the door made me leap out of bed and grab my clothes. It was my mother.
“You said to Martha that you were nearly ready and yet you have only just got out of bed, you know very well that you shouldn’t lie. Anyway today we are going somewhere very exciting you are going to love it.” she told me smiling the biggest yet most sarcastic smile I think I have ever seen her use, but then again I don’t see smile her that much.
“Sorry about getting up late I just wanted to stay in bed a little longer and sorry about lying too. Where are we going today that could be ever so exciting Mother?” I asked trying to match her smile.
“You will have to wait and see, and maybe you should have gone to bed a little earlier sweetheart.” She said as she waltzed out of the door leaving me to get changed.
“So exciting” I muttered under my breath while clutching my fists in annoyance. Clumsily I stepped into my 3 quarter lengths just to eat my breakfast. Pulling my top over my head and putting my slippers on. I tried to make the most of getting changed into these as it is the only clothing apart from my pyjamas that I get changed into.
My hand clutched the bronze door handle and pulled it towards me; slowly I managed to push my body through the door frame and slumped down the stairs. Charles the waiter was waiting at the table with my options for drink: Orange juice, apple juice or tea. I don’t really know why he still brings out the tea for me because I don’t like the taste of tea I never have but I think I’m going to have to eventually. “Apple juice please, “and he poured it as usual without a word. The golden runny egg and the crispy pink bacon made me remember the reason I got up – but then again I get up to this everyday. “Mother, where are we going today then?”
“I said it was a surprise didn’t I?”
“Yes but I need to know what to wear as I want –”
“Hush, you don’t chose you clothes anyway, Angel knows where we are going so she can make you look smart enough to go. I am very glad that you are as enthusiastic as going as I am though, but you need to finish your breakfast soon we cannot afford to be late.” Without another word my plate was cleared; gracefully jumping up the stairs to make it seem like I was really happy to be going to where ever we were heading to. After I was out of sight I stumbled into the washroom to wash my face and have a relaxing bath. But Stephanie had already filled the white tub with hot water and lavender bubble wash which is only used on special occasions.
“Stephanie …. Do you know where I am going?”
“I do not know Charlotte and if I did I would not be allowed to tell you. Why are you eager to know?”
“Well everyone is getting so worked up about it and I want to know whether they are fussing over nothing.”
“Oh, well I’m sure that it is very important to your mother even if you do not believe so. Now please get in the bath otherwise you will be late to whatever you are going to, and Angel isn’t going to tell you either she is excellent at keeping secrets from you.”
After I stumbled out of the refreshing bath I saw that Angel was already in my room (the maid who helps dress me even though I am fourteen years old and I can dress my self); I was certain that she changed her name to that but she says that it was she was named after her great grandmother. She held two dresses up to me: both emerald green and frilly and with puffy sleeves, if you don’t remember I hate dresses anyway but puffy sleeves on a dress make it a thousand times worse. Why would anyone need so many dresses all the same colour and similar style? The first one took her fancy for some reason and she hung the other one back up and helped me get changed. As I stared at myself in the long shiny mirror that is cleaned everyday by some of the cleaners. The mirror doesn’t even get that dirty. Angel looked at her finial decisions of some hairstyles to do on my hair. “Can you tell me where I’m going today because nobody else will tell me? I can’t get ready without knowing what I’m getting ready for” I mischievously asked hoping that she would spill the information.
“You know very well that I cannot tell you where you are going. Orders from your mother”
Without another word she had finished my hair in a smart little bun and got me dressed. Why does nobody talk to me? While I was searching for something to put in my hair Angel had found me another frilly emerald thing to put in my hair, some emerald shoes to wear with my dress and a necklace that reflected the sun like the clear blue sea. I slouched in the chair and started scrolling through the news: Car crash not close to me, traffic jams that were nowhere near me, shortage of water still nowhere near me a celebrity that nobody likes in prison – pretty everyday stuff but then at the bottom of the list was an article on an undercover prince… now that is interesting.
Opening the link to the article on the undercover prince I found out that it was in fact a commoner pretending to be a prince pretending to be a commoner and it was in Spain which is not even close to where I live or even where I would want to live because it is too hot and sweaty all of the time even at night in the winter. Even though it was not what I thought it would be it did give me a fantastic idea: Why don’t I escape from the castle and be a commoner for a week? A month? Then I wouldn’t have to put up with the maids fussing over me twenty-four seven.
“Darling are you in your beautiful emerald frilly dress yet?” Shouted my mother from down the stairs
“Yes my hair has been done in a beautiful bun by Angel.”
“Wonderful. Can you come down now please?”
“Okay mother.” Drifting down the stairs in the strangely adequate dress to get to the unknown place filled my heart with sarcastic wonder. After stepping into the black Mercedes fleet limited edition with my mother and father I found out where we were heading. I was about to see my fathers’ best friend: the king of France. We would also be going to see his son whom I hadn’t seen since I was about five and his wife; who seven years ago was the most beautiful woman I believe I have ever seen. And he was the most annoying person I think I have ever met and ever will meet. The flavoured water got put into the ice box with the ice packs and the multiple packs of boiled sweets (which were packed for me so I wouldn’t talk the whole way to France) were put in the pink sweets box.
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Undercover Princess
Fiksi UmumYou would assume that if you were a princess then you would want to stay one wouldn't you? What if I told you what you have to do when you're a princess, would you still want to be one? I highly doubt it. When all you do is learn different languages...
