Hidden Royalties

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ELIAS LOOKED DIFFERENT in his 'prince' attire. By that I mean his bronze straight hair that he managed to maintain over the past years was let loose into his natural curls. Switched his contacts for his rectangle-shaped glasses. This way he seemed more humane, I mean if something was wrong with him it would be his eyesight. He opted for a more casual laid back look but kept it looking posh with brown chinos, a matching dress shirt rolled to his elbows and brown dress shoes. Elias looked so poised and put together, unlike his school persona. I don't know whether it was just me or the hair.

Like Elias, I too had a 'disguise' at Petunia. My curly chemical blonde locks were freshly dyed back to my natural colour of a shade close to dark chocolate. It was a very long time since I had seen myself with such hair. Although, I wasn't entirely retiring the blonde look just yet. My mother sought to find the finest wig that would replicate the same look as before.

My blonde hair gave me a sense of a new identity. I blended in with the other bleach blondes at Petunia, it was a way to not stand out in the crowd of trendy blowouts and lightened hair. It hid the past that was me, shielding away the royal life I had back home.

I watched the paddocks upon paddocks of corn being grown as the high-security limo transported both Elias and I to a destination I have yet to be told.

Gleyvania was extremely beautiful, to say the least. Hill upon hills were covered with trees of autumnal colours while the native birds sang their hymn throughout the town centre as street vendors were preparing the town with the Royal House of Tudor's Royal colours, blue and silver, as we drove past.

The door beside me alerted us that we had gotten to our stop as Elias pulled it open. "Hurry up princess, we'd don't have all day," Elias said, slightly annoyed. Living proof that an appearance change does not change your personality. I rolled my eyes at him as I stepped out of the car.

Elias extended his arm out for me to hold on to which I just stared at. He then impatiently proceeded to grab me to hold his arm as we left the car. If there weren't an audience, his balls wouldn't have existed this far.

In front of me was a manor, presumably Elias'. It stood tall albeit its small size in comparison to other royal properties I've seen. The architecture of the manor was majestic. Of course, that was what all royal properties in Europe had in common. It didn't look special but it somewhat felt comfortable in a way. Like it had life to it.

We were greeted by servants opening the door to both of us with welcoming smiles. Inside, the first thing that caught my eye was the statue of Elias seemingly at a young age standing in the middle of the entrance surrounded by a grand staircase leading up to the next storey. A large chandelier hung from the top, with its beautifully cut glass reflecting the incoming natural lighting.

"Welcome to my manor, princess," Elias said, gesturing his hands out to point to his property.

"It's a bit much isn't it?" I said pointing to the statue.

"Princess, do you have a statue of yourself in your manor? Thought not," he said teasingly, "Maybe thirteen year old me was a bit egotistical."

I laughed and said teasingly, "A bit?"

I followed Elias as he gave me a tour of his property. He led me around the first floor where the kitchen, living area, library and tea room resided. All were spacious yet grand and smelled of cleaning products, no doubt because no one had resided in it for years. They all were similarly decorating in the same style yet feature hints of blue and white here and there, the House of Tudor's colours.

He then took me up to the second level. The hallway was filled with paintings painted by famous Gleyvania artists. One, in particular, caught my eye of what appeared to be the countryside. The long grass was illustrated with warm yellows with the sun setting in the background. A large mahogany tree stood alone in the field of grass and sprouts of blue carnations. It was quite a picturesque moment to capture.