The Proposal

6 - Palace

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After the awkward-ish celebration of my arrival, Nicholas excused himself for a minute to show me to my room. He led me up the grand staircase and through a large corridor, stopping by a door with two guards standing at either side of the entrance.

He pushed the door open and gestured for me to go in. I hesitated at the sight of how grand the room was. I stared at him as if seeking permission before walking into the room.

I silently gasped in awe of the really huge room that looked like my entire house put together. It felt like I had just walked into a bridgerton movie set. A king-size bed in the middle of the room, a big window to the left of the bed, cupboards, and  a dreser to the right accompanied by a big mirror.

How huge and grand everything was in the room could not be over emphasized.

"Wow," I managed to utter.

"This is going to be your room." I turned around to look at Nicholas, still standing by the door. I had almost forgotten he was behind me.

"At least until we are married," he winked at me. My mouth fell open. Did he just...

Why did that look kinda hot.

I mentally slapped myself back to order. Just then, a few people walked into the room, lining up next to each other before me.

Confused, I looked to Nicholas for explanation, which, of course, he was ready to give.

"These people are here to meet your every need. He will be your driver..." he pointed to the first man in the line, "he will be your chef..." he pointed to the second man, "her, your stylist..." he pointed to the young woman in the middle, "he's going to be your personal guard, watching over you 24/7..." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"And lastly, this is Alma. She is going to be your personal maid. Anything you want, you let her know, and she will get it done." He finished.

I was overwhelmed, flabbergasted even.

"We are not even married yet," I said to him, emphasizing the 'married' knowing fully well it was all fake.

"It's tradition," he said, "besides, it's just a matter of time." he smiled at me. I was unsure of how to react to everything, if I was supposed to say thank you or show gratitude. I had no clue what to do.

"Oh well, I will leave you to settle in." he politely dismissed himself and exited the room.

The moment he left, I was surrounded by the people he left me with, asking questions i wasn't prepared to answer.

"Ma'am, what would you like to have for lunch?"

"What time would you like to go for your shopping appointment, ma'am"

"I would like to take your measurements for the wedding dress,"

At that point, my head had started to spin. I shifted backwards until i could sit on the bed. I was once again overwhelmed by the questions, the rush, absolutely everything. What do I say? How do I say it? How shall I behave? Do I act royal as well?

Fuck!

"The future queen needs time to settle in, I will call for you once she's ready," the young lady introduced as Alma interjected.