What I Believe In

Chapter 2 ♔

I woke up feeling blissful. I scan my surroundings and see a very very classy room, like for the queen or something. It was huge, for the record. The walls were pristine white. I got up from my four poster bed. I touched the beddings and it was so, so soft. The door to the room was huge and the stairs far to my right revealed a second floor. Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling.

 I appreciated the room for a moment until I realize that I have no idea where I was. Panic coursed through my body. I ran for the door when- thud. I landed on the floor. Cursing myself as I regained my balance, I tried to look what had made me trip. It was my luggage! My long lost luggage.

Determined to escape from this kidnapping situation, I headed again for the door with my luggage. This time, I was so careful that I almost thought I was a spy. I reach out for the doorknob but something stopped me from doing so- voices just behind the door.

“She is Adelaida. We had her blood tested and she had the same scar on her finger,” a softspoken lady said.

“Are you even sure that it’s her? We may really be well mistaken. I mean, of all the people...,” the other, this time with a shrill and strong English accent pointed oout.

“Hush. Noone knows yet. Well, except for the princes.”

I turned towards the other direction- to the stairs where a living room behind it was located at the end of the room. It was nice with its own little fireplace and a humongous flat screen TV. There was a door near it that revealed the balcony. As I exit the room, I breathe in the fresh air and inhaled the view. The balcony itself was beautiful. It was majestic and filled with a variety of potted plants. The view, on the other hand was fantastic! Below the wide balcony was a rose garden and beyond that were lush mountains. The sun was just rising. I could’ve stayed there forever but I noticed something to my right. A few meters (maybe thirty, yes I have a very keen eye sight and the balcony was THAT big) was another door.

I went to see where it led to. I was already hatching my escape plan when I hit the door. Gawd, I really need to stop planning and walking at the same time. I stood up and brushed myself off.

“Up so soon?,” a guy with no shirt on who opened the door asked smugly. He was about my age, tall and lean but muscular. He had this unruly dark brown hair. He may have looked so manly, I would’ve fangirled him on the spot but then I realized that he was the last person who I saw before I passed out. Also, he was wearing a polka dotted pajama. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey. Don’t laugh at me.” His voice was stern but I could tell that he wasn’t used to it and was just faking it. I also noticed his British accent.

“But you kidnapped me,“ I said in between laughs but I was serious. 

“Kidnapped you?” His blue eyes widened. “Why the hell would I kidnapped you? I could’ve understood if your beauty equalled that of Valerie or of Annika.” His cheeks revealed the faintest shade of pink. “But, come on. You’re barely tolerable for me.”

“Did you...Did you just quote Pride and Prejudice?,” I asked.

“Oh, goodness, no. Certainly not.” His cheeks flustered.

“Oh, yes you were. And who the heck is Valerie or Annika?”

Then there was a knock on the door. I looked inside. The room was as big as mine except it has shades of blue and the knock was coming from the door so far away from us, at the other side of the room. The lady with the shrill voice from before spoke. “Your highness, is someone in there?”

The guy next to me/ mr. Kindapper  answered, “Oh, no, no Aunt Victorina. Just umm...watching reality tv.” Then he turned to me. “Would you lower your voice? Please.”

“Lower my voice? You were the one responsible...wait...did she just call you your highness?”

“Oww...you still didn't know?”

“Know what?”

His eyes glinted with mischief. Then he grabbed my wrist and we sped towards the door. He first looked if the coast was clear before running yet again. We ran so fast that I almost collapsed. He turned around a corner and stopped at a seemingly endless hall. After resting for a second, he kept on running until I tripped. I had enough. I stood up with all my dignity and faced him.

"Good, we're here. Nice parking," he snickered.

“Where are we? When I arrived in Caelum, all I got was bad luck.  I don’t know who you are or where I am. I mean, I’m used to having bad luck. But not like this.” Then my tears rushed down my cheeks and I fell to the floor. He kneeled next to me and wiped my tears.

“I’m sorry. Anyway...I’m Da-Gabriel.” He smirked and his blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

“The Gabriel? Why’d you have to put an article before your name?”

Then he laughed. His voiced was deep yet gentle. “Cause I’m great. Like Da Vinci.”

My eyebrows knitted together. “But...but his name IS Da Vinci. It’s not the Vinci.”

“I...havenoideawhatyou'retalkingabout,” he said oddly fast. “ But look.”

He pointed at a huge panting beside me. It was a girl with neat waves of her black hair and familiar blue green eyes. I swear, I had seen her somewhere. Perhaps in a mall or maybe I played with her when I volunteered at the orphanage months ago.

“Who’s she?,” I asked Gabriel. He pointed at the engraved gold label plate under it. Princess Adelaida Margaret Grace, aged four

And even before Gabriel answered, I already knew who she was.

“That’s you.”

Things I now believe in

> Polka dots make someone manly

>articles before your name make you great

> I had a barely tolerable face

Author's note:

Sorry if this was so short. :D Thanks for anyone who's reading this.