The snow ❄️rains down in winter, and looking outside through my window the thought of leaving home made me worried. There Will be no one to run around, playing, shouting, in the castle 🏰 as l would always do and most of all, who will wet my garden when am gone, oh the maids would. For days have been praying silently if there is a God that l can pray to save me from leaving home, yet l don't seem to know.
" You know Royal Academy isn't as bad as you think". I turned to look only to find my mum staring at me. She scares me when she does that.
"How would you know, it's not like it used to be then ". I replied ."As far as l can remember going to Royal Academy then was to bring out that sense of hidden royalty and hidden gift in you, but nowadays, people go to royal high to find respectable suitors," l said. "Catherine", my mother said, "l would never trade you for something like that neither would your father, Jonathan Walker whom l know would never trade his daughter just to bring more fame to his kingdom". She said, well as for me l cared less about what she was saying. she continued. " what if l told you can't run from your destiny, for goodness sake, it's not like you won't get married one day or a Prince from anywhere won't come to ask for your hand in marriage", she said. I stood still unable to alter a word. " Sweetheart l love you, and l know who so ever is coming for you will as much love you more than you could ever ask for". For a moment l lost control of my tears, and they began to flow endlessly. " love you mom", and " l love you too, get ready it's almost time ". Just as she was about to leave North came in. North is my father's steward, a trusted steward to say. "My lady, it's time", he said helping me with my luggage. On reaching outside the castle, my father was talking on the phone with Lady Owen, while l enter the car. Lady Owen Cecilia Walker is the current principal of the Royal Academy but wished to be called Lady Owen. the story has travelled far, she is one of the best in her field and also the Mother to Lilibet. Lilibet is one of the great, mighty in the Narva kingdom, it was said, her gift was discovered at the age of three, not only that although her father my uncle, Prince Richard made his daughter one of the most respected in Narva. My mind was still occupied, busy drafting what the school might look like, shaking my head to get the thoughts out of my head. l, look through the window of the car to find my mother the Queen waving at me as my father joined me in the car, waving back at her and the wonderful castle l would be away from with tears which l tried to fight falling gently from my eye. "Catherine", my father called, l turn to look at him as the car began moving, "This is for your good, all your life you been hidden in the castle, but the time has come for you to be out, you being a Princess don't just come with the name but with the responsibility that comes with it. I love you so much, great Joy will l have in my heart to see my daughter become a wonderful Queen and a mother someday, so make papa proud", he said as l could see the seriousness of his word's in his eye. "Okay" l said, as l ran into his embrace.
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Catherine( The Chosen One)
Fantasy"Being a princess is not as easy as some may think, especially for Catherine Walker. At 17, she was admitted to the Royal Academy, a prestigious school reserved for royals and nobles. Having spent her entire life hidden behind the castle walls, she...