"The most important thing to do now is stopping the media from broadcasting the news," Princess Lisa said impatiently, her eyes scanning the room for someone who agreed, which unfortunately, had none.
Krystal was texting with her smartphone, the princes' were huddled around speaking very quietly so nobody would hear, the butlers' stood on each corner, ready to serve anyone who needed them.
"Let's go, the FBI quarters needs us," Krystal nodded towards the princes', whom stood up immediately, ready to leave the room. Everyone's facial expression was pretty much sad, except Krystal, who had a unreadable expression on her face.
Princess Lisa, seeing everyone ignoring her, rolled her eyes and unwillingly followed them.
They stepped into the FBI quarters and was ushered into a meeting room. George greeted them with a solemn expression on his face.
"So, everyone must know the danger you're in right now," George spoke sternly, the princes' exchange looks with each other and nodded tersely.
"While we're tracking down Oliver, I want you to be ready, mentally and physically." George said and Ivan quickly asked, "What do you mean by, mentally and physically?" George smiled, "The FBI training, do you have information about that, Krystal?"
"I went through the training before I was promoted as an agent, are you sure you're going to make them do this training? Its way too tough for them," Krystal said indifferently, Princess Lisa glared at her, "The princes', including my fiancee, can handle everything, don't you all agree?" The princes' stayed quiet because they heard the FBI training was like going into a horror movie, maybe even worse than that. The only prince that is confident that they could handle it was Prince Ivan, which was not really surprising.
"If you're really that sure that you can handle it, here's the schedule," Krystal placed a single piece of paper on the table. The princes' eyes widened at once when they looked through the schedule.
"Twenty laps of running during six in the morning, you have to be kidding me!" Prince Kuon said in mock horror, George sighed, "This schedule is for the rookies, the easiest one."
"Whatever, I'll drill them starting tomorrow, so brace yourselves." Krystal flipped through her notebook and scribbled something on it. Prince Kuon spoke up, "What about Oliver? We want to help him too!" He knew it very well that is was just an excuse to get out of training.
"Prince Oliver will be tracked down by the FBI, so you won't need to worry, we will update you when something surfaces," George said with a slow pace, "Any more problems?" The room stayed quiet and he nodded, "Wake up on five tomorrow, including you, Princess Lisa."
"What? I need to be trained too? I'm a woman, I can't handle all of this!" Princess Lisa started whining and George quickly cut off her, "Krystal is also a woman, there are a handful of female agents in FBI too, I don't see why not." His reasoning made Princess Lisa stayed quiet, the princess didn't want to lose to Krystal, that's for sure.
"Its settled then, you will be staying at the FBI dorms for the time period." George while sending them out of the door.
Prince Sieg's Point Of View
"I can handle waking up early in the morning, but the training? I'm not really sure." I said while flopping onto the bed. The FBI dorms were really spacious, maybe not as spacious as the palace, but it will do.
"Let's get a good night of sleep before our nightmares begin tomorrow." Prince Hayden said with a positive tone and we agreed with him.
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"Wake up, dudes," A man with an unfamiliar face yelled out, "Breakfast is served on five thirty, don't miss it!"
I yawned slightly and squeezed my eyes close, the next thing I know I was dragged off the bed, onto the cold hard tiles. "Oww, why do you did that?" I groaned, scrambling to get up.
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Danger (A Be My Princess 2 Fanfiction)
FanfictionDecember 2nd, 2014, the princes has been assaulted by a group of terrorist. One of them has been shot and been sent to the hospital for treatment. The name has not been revealed. Krystal, a FIB worker with a cold attitude, how would she fit into thi...