Keeja Story

Chapter One

Welcome to Claras world

Written by Elsa

Hallå! I'm Clara Bergman. I am 18 and have a crazy addiction to horses. I love pie, and the last place I want to be is inside. I mostly spend my days roaming the Swedish countryside, but I know pretty soon that is all going to change. Oh and by the way, I happen to be the heir to the crown of Sweden...

I was skipping out of the barn after grooming Pegasus (my white Friesian horse) when I ran into Joey the barn keeper.

"Oh, I did not see you there Clara!" he said, giving me a dramatic bow, "How was the beach?"

"It was amazing."

Joey and I talked as we walked toward the castle.

"So, umm, Clara."

"Yeah, joey?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to-"

"Clara Burgman! Your father requests your presence." Jared our page interrupted.

"Yeah tell him I'll be right there." I sighed.

"Yes, Ma'am." Jared bowed and trekked off to the castle.

"Sorry Joey, I got to go!" I called over my shoulder as I made off toward the castle.

"It's ok!" he said, kind of sadly. "Oh! And by the way, your Father said he would like to talk to you," Joey said, doing yet another bow.

I giggled, "Gee thanks for telling me scatterbrain." and burst into a run.

I knocked on the throne room doors.

"Come in." The deep voice of my father called.

I walked into the magnificent throne room.

"Come sit Clara, my dear,"

I sat down on my Mothers throne. It feels weird but...

"Clara, I just wanted to remind you that we are going to have some guests tonight and I want you to be on your best behavior," Father said.

"I always am!" I said, grinning. "Oh and by the way father-" Just as I started to say more, a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Come in." Father boomed, and a squat little man wearing a suit waddled through the doors.

"Your majesty, I hope I am not interrupting anything."

"Of course not Simon."

"Well then, I have a message..."

I took that moment when my father was distracted by Simon's blabbering to slip out into the hall.

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"Hej Jacob?" (Hey Jacob?)

"Ja Clara?" (Yes Clara?)

"Tror du att jag någonsin kommer att bli fri från mina plikter, kanske träffa några vänner i min egen ålder?" (Do you think I'll ever be free of my duties, maybe meet some friends my own age?)

"Jag är rädd att inte Clara, rädd inte." (I'm afraid not Clara, afraid not.)

We sat there in silence for a bit. Until...

Ding!
"JA!" (yes!) I yelled as I pumped my fist in the air. That was the timer for Jacob's delicious cupcakes! (Jacob is our chef.)

Jacob laughed as he pulled them out of the oven.

"Vill du hjälpa mig att frosta dem?" (Would you like to help me frost them?)

"Ja!"

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