ROYAL-TEA [ON HOLD]

10.

Sofia's POV

I never understood why everyone thought of me as a 'Sonia' instead of 'Sofia' or 'Sophie' because that had always been my name.

I never had a mother figure in my life until I came to work for the ruling UAE family. The Saudi Royalty hated me. The Queen couldn't stand me, and always treated me badly.

I will never forget all the mean things she told me. She hated everything about me. She gave the Sheikh dirty looks when I was in the room. She never liked me, and voiced her opinions all the time.

The Sheikh was the one who brougt me to the palace in the first place. I was maybe 8 or 10. I was on the streets of the Turkey capital when a man approached me. He gave me shoes on the first day, and wanted to take me to lunch, but I had run away.

The next time he met me, he gave me a jacket. It was a little bigger than expected. Since I was freezing, he picked me up and took me to a small café I liked. They always gave me something to eat when I helped do some errands. Like wiping the tables or playing the role of their mascot.

They served us food, and I ate eagerly. I had not had good food in a while, and I was so glad he got me some.

I started to trust him, and one day, he told me that I had a father who wanted me back home. I was excited, and found myself heading to hug him. In my head, I thought he was my father.

This kind man brought me to meet another man who had skin the colour of caramel. His brown eyes were probing, and they unsettled the man who brought me to him. He joked about it later, saying that as King, he was extra perspective. He could see a lie.

All I wanted was to eat.

I got a chance to eat, and what do you know, in a few days, I was in Saudia Arabia. The Queen Mother welcomed me happily, hugged me and dotted on me. The wife of the King didn't like me much. She was quiet about it, shooting me fake smiles that made me feel like someone slid ice down my back.

"You will make a beautiful Queen someday," The Queen Mother told me and I couldn't help being curious.

"But I am not a princess," I spoke.

"You are, you silly girl. The prettiest one, and you will marry a Prince who will be King."

I raised an eyebrow, making her laugh. "You are just like your mother, Allah rest her soul in peace."

I had many questions to ask, like how I ended up on the streets, why my mother's soul needed to rest in peace, and why I was not liked by my mother... step mother, or siblings.

I wish I had asked her all those questions because she passed away a few months later. Her death left me vulnerable to the new Queen's hate, and I ended up being one of the maids.

When she couldn't stand me anymore, she had me shipped to UAE on a one way trip. I was just twelve then. The Royal Family loved me, and I even had a voice here. Aaliyah and I sat through classes with her brothers and cousins. They made me feel loved.

Once or twice, they would mention my uncanny resemblance to the Saudi Sheikh but her parents would insist that it was probably because I lived with them for a while. It wasn't long before I believed this too.

After all, I never had a family once Nana died.

*&*&*&*&

Today I was in a foreign country whose name I couldn't pronounce.

They said it was related to Russian Royalty. As thus, the 'V' was pronounced quite well. It had a proud history, and was a long-standing trade patner of Leicesteg.

"Are you blushing?" Martha asked, making me laugh in denial.

"No. Never. However, I have a question. Now that you are here, who has your position safe back at MossDale?"

"A clone."

My eyes widened, making her laugh. Was she serious? Or was it a joke? Either way, it was creepy.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe from now henceforth."

"How do you know that?"

"Because, Princess, I am your Fairy Godmother."

Was she being sacarstic? I wasn't too sure. So I shut my mouth and looked ahead before falling asleep.

Real classy. Real classy.

*&*&*&*&

Noma met me at a school for royalty and noblebloods. She was happy to take over my care.

I was assigned a number of bodyguards, and given a few other things that she felt were important. There was a young man called Victor who was apparently next in line to the Rrandlovski throne. Naima was his girlfriend.

They called the project PPP and exclaimed that it was to keep princesses out of danger. I didn't understand why I got incorporated in the program.

"You are a princess!"

"No!"

"You are Princess Sonia."

I shook my head in disbelief as Naimah and Victor conversed. I stared at my now permed hair.It was straight and long, reaching till the middle of my back. I had a side fringe, and my hazel eyes were hardly noticeable. For some reason, my eyes looked green-gray.

I looked perfect