How To Do It Like A Princess

How To Do It Like A Princess-Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The tea room really was beautiful. Dark green and black decor, it made you feel like you were standing in a forest. The waiters were impeccably dressed, looking like the penguins from Mary Poppins, with dashing smiles and slicked back hair. They led us to a room at the back, which was had a table big enough to sit ten people, with benches at either end. The Princess gave us a look as she slid into her seat, husband at her side ’your dress looks very pretty on you, Blair. As pretty as your hair!’

I smiled at her.

It’s not every day the Princess of Wales tell you she likes your hair.

After that thought, my smile changed to a beam and I twirled my hair around my finger nervously. I saw Isaac rest his elbows on the table for  second, before hastily removing them with a sheepish look on his face as he turned to whisper in my ear, ‘Go on. Say thank you. It’s not every day you get a compliment like that from a Royal.’

My eyes widened, liking his close proximity, I figured that liking it as much s I did wouldn’t hurt as we would be getting married soon. I made a mental note to ask about the date, surprised that no one had mentioned it yet.

I just rolled my eyes at him, trying to calm myself down and convince him that I always had been. Looking his mother in the eye, I thanked her sincerely before turning back to Isaac. He was looking down at his menu, eyelashes cast down, leaving a faint shadow on his cheeks.

My children will have long eyelashes!

My hand flew to my mouth, realising what I had just thought. I would have children with Isaac. And maybe I was too happy about that fact, because he didn’t seem that nice, but who cared? Good genetics matter. Lucky children. I pulled his hair back slightly, before quietly saying in his ear, ‘And by the way, I have got a compliment like that from a Royal. I hope you haven’t already forgotten my bra.’

I saw him take a sharp breath inward at my comment and I tried to suppress a laugh. He looked cute. And then I saw his eyelashes and remembered my future children. I could feel the laughter dying inside me. I closed my eyes for a moment, before taking the menu from Isaac and choosing what tea I would like.

‘We’re all having the ‘Afternoon Tea’. It gives you a platter with sandwiches, scones and cakes as well as pink lemonade and a tea of your choice,’ Isaac’s father informed me.

‘Right. Okay, could I have the rose tea then, please?’ I asked one of the parents.

‘Good choice, dear. I think I might just have that, too. We’ll call the waiter in a moment,’ Isaac’s mum looked at her husband and son to tell her their order.

Isaac snickered, his curly hair shaking a little. I smiled at how odd it looked. A couple of his curls rested on his neck and I just wanted to reach over to him and wrap them around my finger. But I couldn’t. Because that would have been very weird and very un-princess-like. Instead, I just nudged him,’ What’s up with you?’ I asked.

All I got in response was a cold stare before he stated that he didn’t want tea and wanted something stronger. His father clapped him on the back, saying he was too young, but Isaac insisted. By the time we left the tearoom, he was getting a little tipsy.

We were ushered into the limo quickly, so not to make a scene. It finally clicked that that was why we were given a separate room.

‘Blaaaiiiiiir,’ he drawled,’ you’ll be the prince and I’ll be the...no, wait, that’s wrong. I’ll be the prince and you’ll be the princess. It’s a love story, baby, just say yes,’ He looked at me, his turquoise eyes looking greener than usual, ’You’ll be my princess, ‘he sighed contentedly before lying down and laying his head on my lap.

‘Well, ok then,’ I looked down at his face, his eyelids drooping and his skin looking flushed. He looked like an angel, even more so when he smiled wide enough to show a dimple.

Rule 3-Don’t be so dejected when you realise the Prince was drunk when he said that you would be his princess. He is a prince. He should not be drunk.

He said you would be his princess.

Right. No. Ever since that awkward ride in the car things had been...more awkward. Mrs Windsor (or Mum, as she told me to call her) took me out shopping straight after that so I could stay the night. We got the cutest pair of pyjamas from La Senza and an outfit for the next day. And many other days after that. She had kinda gone crazy. I felt bad when I had to tell her that I had left my glasses and all my stuff for my contacts at home but she just waved her hand and said it was too much of a bother to go all the way back across the river, ‘You need glasses?’ she asked me, trying to hide her shock. She seemed horrified that the future princess would need glasses. ‘No matter, we can pop into the shops now. They’ll recognise us and get it sorted out in no time,’

I looked at her with wide eyes. Royals could really do that? She proved to me the answer was yes when she pulled me into a shop and started to shove frames on my nose. I finally picked a pair that were smaller than nerd glasses and suited me surprisingly well. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as the small man behind the counter handed them to me.

She explained to me that Isaac and I would be sleeping in the same bed, with a 'private' room for each of us on either side of our bedroom. It sounded a bit strange, but I didn't mind. I could always sleep on the sofa if it got too awkward. It was still quite light outside, considering it was pretty late, but then again, the Easter holidays had just ended and summer was making a comeback. The question of school popped into my head.

‘Mrs Windsor?’I would have probably preferred to ask her husband, but he was already asleep. We had spent a long time out, ‘Where will I be going to school? I thought I might just go to my current school, but I had a feeling you might want to send Isaac and I to the same one,’ There was no way that I would be staying at my stuffy old girls’ boarding school.

‘Smart girl. You too will be attending St George’s Academy. It’s not that far but Isaac tells me he can ‘Never be bothered’ so we send the car. I think you can walk or even take the...’ she shuddered, ‘public transport to school. But I doubt you would want to do that,’

‘Does anyone...know? That I’m going to be a princess?’ I felt my posture straighten at the word. I felt like everything changed when I was around the Princess of Wales and her husband. Even though it was only one day I could hear myself go from ‘gonna’ to ‘going to’ and from ‘kinda’ to ‘a little bit’. The words felt out of place.

‘No. No one knows and it absolutely must stay that way. Especially at the Academy.’ Her words rung with a finality I didn’t dare to question.

Rule 4-Always, always respect the Princess of Wales’ wishes. You don’t want a monster-in-law.