Celestially Arranged (updated!)

Chapter One

"Lana-Sofia! Lana-Sofia!" Becky dashed into their shared dormitory room, waving a piece of paper. "Look!"
Lana-Sofia, barely awake, groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head. "Can you tone it down a notch?" she said, trying not to come off rude but probably failing. "I've got a massive headache."
Becky lowered her voice. "Oops, sorry, forgot about that. But guess what!"
"What?" Lana-Sofia couldn't help but be curious about the news, whatever it was. If Becky, normally so calm and composed, was racing around and yelling, then it had to be ultra-important.
"They posted the princesses who are going to the Noega ji Koej!"
"And?" Lana-Sofia was too out of it to really care.
"You're going!"
"Mmm...." Lana-Sofia was half asleep again already.
"Lana, do you know what this means?!" Becky sat on the edge of the bed. "You're going to marry a prince!"
"Don't care," muttered the other girl, though her curiosity levels were beginning to override the headache.
"Don't you want to know who you're matched with?!" Becky's incredulous howl pierced Lana-Sofia's eardrums, making the other girl wince and bury her head farther under her pillow.
"Not really-" mumbled Lana-Sofia, but got cut off by Becky a second later.
"You don't want to know who you're marrying?!"
"Not right now I don't!"
"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway," Becky said determinedly. "The paper says you're matched up with Parker."
"Come again?" She couldn't have heard right.
"Prince Parker, of the Alistair family, from the kingdom of Belisa?"
"Nope, can't be right. He and I are nothing alike."
"Opposites attract," singsonged Becky.
Lana-Sofia groaned. "Becky, he's already eighteen. I'm only sixteen. Isn't this illegal or something?"
She was sure Becky was shrugging. "Apparently not when it comes to royalty. Besides, legal adulthood- as far as international ages- is sixteen."
"I'm an adult?!" howled Lana-Sofia. "No, no no no no no."
Becky patted the other girl's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Remember when you met Parker at that festival a couple of years ago?"
"How could I forget it?" It had been the most embarrassing night of Lana-Sofia's life at that point.
"Remember how nice he was to you?"
"Yes," admitted Lana-Sofia grudgingly. "But that doesn't mean he's in love with me."
"First of all, remember that the princes have no choice in this either. It's divined straight from the stars by the priests themselves. And second, think about this: you could have been matched up with a total stranger."
"He is practically a stranger though!" protested Lana-Sofia, the pounding in her head making it hard to think straight. "I don't want to marry him!"
"You're not marrying him immediately, silly! You're going to get to know him for a year, and then you'll be married."
"You deaf duck! I said I didn't want to marry him at all!"
"Oh, but you do now?" teased Becky, taking advantage of Lana-Sofia's poor choice of grammar. "Aw, you two are going to be so sweet as a couple."
"Shut up," muttered Lana-Sofia.
"Nope."
"Then don't talk about Parker. Tell me who the other matches are."
"L'Oreal is matched with Adrian-"
"Adrian? What kind of person names their baby prince Adrian?!"
"I don't know, it's a nice name in my opinion. Anyway, they're together. Maddie is matched with Miles, Kamylla's with Shane, Julia's with Aidan, Rebecca is with Jonathan, Ophelia is with Benjamin, you're with you-know-you, I'm with Felix, and Paris is with Jace."
"Lots of information. I'm going to forget it all in point two five seconds." Lana-Sofia slid down under the covers. "But thanks for telling me," she added, not wanting to come across as rude.
"Of course. Now go to sleep and get rid of that headache, because Mistress Palmer wants to see you before we leave on Saturday."
"What?!"
"Um, forget I said that."