Your Highness - ON HOLD

Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of my book! I hope you like it. I got the inspiration from a series of one-shots called "Royal" in a collection of USWNT/NSWL by The_Infamous_Whit
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22 years ago

"Just like that Kit-kat, just kick the ball," George said. He was trying to get me to kick the ball into the little goal we had inside of our playroom. I guess he got bored of having no one to play football with and with no other siblings that left me.

I of course being 4 years old, had no idea what he was talking about, that or I chose to ignore him. I instead picked up the ball and threw it across the room. This frustrated George, he was 8 at the time and just wanted to play. So he switched it up.

He told me to walk over to the little goal and to block the ball. I walked over there slowly made my way over there. Once I got there I stood there, having absolutely no idea of what I was supposed to do.

George got the ball and slowly kicked the ball to me. I stood by and watched as the ball rolled by right next me and into the back of the net.

I looked back to George, still not knowing what to do. George lightly shook his head and laughed.

After a couple more minutes of teaching me what to do, I finally got it. We continued playing and I kept blocking his kicks, albeit they were light kicks since I was 4 and he was barely 8, but I did block them nevertheless.

We kept playing until our nanny said it was time for dinner and that we had to get cleaned up. After we cleaned up we headed to dinner with our parents.

We had dinner at a small round table. Our parents trying their best to give us a somewhat normal childhood. Not wanting us to grow up spoiled or thinking that we could use our privilege to our advantage at evil deeds.

Once we all got served my parents started the conversation as always. Asking about our day.

"Mommy, Georgie taught me football," I said to my mother. I told her about all we did that day from waking up and having breakfast with her and my father to George (trying to) teaching me how to play.

George told them how he had me kick it but I didn't and then got me to be a goalie.

We continue talking about our time playing and we asked our parents if they would play with us tomorrow. And they agreed. With that our supper was about done and it was time for us to get ready to bed.

Once in bed, I got read a story by my father and got tucked in.

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20 years ago

Me and George had finally convinced our parents let us play soccer in a club. After the first night that George taught me to play, our father went outside with us and played with us. We was teaching us things, since he was also a football fan and played when he was younger.

After that day I realized that i had actually really liked playing, and wanted to continue doing it. Both of our parents saw both George's and mines love and enthusiasm for the sport so they started watching football with us. Although my mother didn't particularly like the sport she was supportive and tried to play even though she failed, miserably.

We convinced our parents to enter us in a youths club, so we can learn and continue playing with more kids our age.

It was one of our first games at the club. Both me and George were on the bench at first, since we were both new but the coach promised we would get some playing time like all the other players.

I didn't like playing on the field as anything other than the goalie or as a forward. Since the time George first taught me, I learned that I enjoyed being in the post. I also learned that I enjoy making people mad. So both of those positions let me make them mad. By both blocking goals, and making them, it makes them mad. It gave me satisfaction.

Being anywhere on the field gave me satisfaction, as long as I could see the opposing team frustrated. That gave me so much satisfaction.

Even at 6 that was what I thought about when I was on the field.Weird, I know.

So here I was being subbed on to the game the same time as my brother him as a midfielder, me as the striker, for our very first game.

It went amazing.

We won 3-1. I scored once with an assist from my brother during the first half. Another player scored. During the second half, it was going slowly we knew the opposing team was mad, even if it was a game for 6 to 10 year olds, we were competitive, especially me and my brother. They finally made a breakthrough halfway through the second half. Me and my brother to stubborn to let it go, decide to keep playing our all unlike all the other players who decide now was enough time to give up.

So 5 minutes before the end of the game I kicked the ball up to my brother, who sent it to the back of the net. I ran up to my brother and hugged him.

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Present

Those were two of my favorite childhood memories. Both with my big brother, one of my favorite people in the world.

I thought of those two memories all the time. Those were the times when I realize I wanted to play football. Those were two memories that got me to where I am today.

In a conference room sitting across the Arsenal W.F.C manager, Jonas Eidevall, with the family lawyer looking over the contract the club had written up.

After the lawyer says everything looks good and gives it the ok. I sign it, Jonas signs it and my lawyer signs it.

We all stand up after than and he holds his hand out to me.

"Welcome to Arsenal Princess Catherine"

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Thank you for reading the first official chapter of this book. I don't know when I will get the next chapter up but hopefully soon.

Thanks for reading!!

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