Her Royal Highness

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It was my Mother who spoke of love to me before. It was her who told me that I will soon find love. Yes, I did. She found me, someone to love, but at first glance, I found hatred in him. Why? Because he was engaged to me, the Crown Princess of England.

I'm afraid that one day, the people would hate me. I'm afraid that someday they will see another version of me and I'm more afraid because I feel that day is near.

I lay in my bed. I'm still thinking of many things. I was still making myself drown on little things. Drowning myself on the thoughts of my childhood.

        Yes. Childhood. I lived in a shabby house. I lived like an average child. Until I was sent to the Palace when I turned sixteen. It was already two years since I lived as a Princess again. While I stay in the shabby house, I knew how hard life could be. I was made to live alone when I turned twelve. But I knew that I was guarded. I tried budgeting my allowance for a month. They gave me average living and I was satisfied there.

        I know better. I stare at my legs. I pulled the blankets up. I was one hour earlier than my servers. I thought of life here, everything was done for me. Everything was made for me. My dresses, my hair, my bath, my food, my shoes, my bed, my wardrobe, everything! I was really more satisfied with what I had in the shabby house.

        I know how to cook my own food. I know how to wash and iron my simple clothes. I know how to fix my bed. I know how to put my hair up. I know practically everything. I felt that I don't need anything done for me. But this was the life I'd been born into. The life of a royalty.

        Since I was a small child, I was made to know that I will become Queen someday. While I was in the shabby house, no one told me I was to be Queen. I lived my life to the fullest there and no one dictates what I do.

        All my life, I'd been dictated here and there. They tell me what to say, what to do, how to feel. Where was that love my Mom told me?

        I suddenly miss my Mom and Dad. They're both gone now. They were killed in a car crash. I was ten when they died. I was the youngest heir to the throne, a direct descendant. My grandmother, who is the Queen Regnant. When I turn twenty-three, I will ascend to the throne as told by my grandmother. I sighed. I know I will be Queen Regnant.

        Now, I turn to my side. Reality knocks on me. Yesterday, my Grandmom told me that I was going to meet my fiancè. Yes, my soon-to-be King consort. He was Prince James of Wales. I know him, but I haven't met him. He grew up in Norway and when he knew that he was to be married to me, he went home. I will meet him tomorrow.

        Some moments after, I heard knocks on my doors. I pulled myself up. Here come my servers.

        "Come in." I said out loud.

        Threw women rushed in my room. One girl, went to the windows and pulled the curtains up for me. The second one went in my bathroom and I heard the flow of water in my tub. The third, pulled a cart to me and served me my breakfast. She placed a bed tray n front of me and there was a plate full of food, this could feed a family in Africa. There was a croissant glazed with caramel and chocolate, a teapot and a cup on a saucer.

        There was also mini pancakes with whipping cream and blueberry toppings. There was a cup of hot chocolate. There was also the various cut fruits on a plate. This was luxury I have to live in forever.

        "Your Highness, what would you like to wear today?" Asked my server.

        "Camille, Edna was supposed to pick my wardrobe today, remember?" I answered.