Chapter 3. Getting comfortable

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I may or may not put two POVs in this chapter also thank you for the kind comments!!

* Queen Katherine's POV*

I turn my head quickly towards the opening doors. I lock eyes with my head guard and Arabella.

"Your highness." Johnathan bows onto one knee. When will this man learn to stop being so formal around me. I chuckle as I see he lets a little smirk spread across his face. "I've brought lady Bella." He drops a suitcase he was holding I presume Arabella's.

Arabella. She looks tense. A little.. annoyed? Is she okay? "Thank you, Johnathan. Please head to your post." I dismiss him quite harshly. As Johnathan leaves the room I can see Arabella visibly relax. "Come here." She walks up to me. Tensely as if her body was half frozen and she had been limping. "What happened?" I whisper just before Arabella fully walks over to me.

She looks down at her feet. I contemplate grabbing her chin but I keep my hands to myself. "Why were you late when I was in your home?" She looks at me confused. "I-" I cut her off. "It was rude. Are all your first impressions preformed like that?" She frowns. She hesitates before replying to me. "I'm..uh sorry your highness it won't happen again."

Before I reply a maid walks into the throne room.
"Ah perfect. Show Arabella to her room would you?" My question is more of a demand but I don't want Arabella to think of me as demanding. "Of course. Follow me Ms.Arabella."

* Arabella's POV *

I follow the maid out the.. throne room? I'm still confused my home is big but not big enough for an entire room dedicated for a couple of chairs. We walk down the castle halls. The sound of the maids heels is calming especially after the uncomfortable interaction I had with Johnathan and the queen. "Here is your room miss." The maid opens the door for me and offers a small smile. I grin at her back and step into the room.

I jump on the bed and the maid closes the door. The room is decent. Queen sized bed covered in blankets and pillows. Huge canopy covering the bed. There's a medium sized dresser under a huge TV. The bed is accompanied by two night stands one of them standing next to a vanity already stocked with makeup and skincare. On my right there's a huge window with a locked chest under it. Beside the window is a door.

I get off the bed and head towards the door. Opening it I realize it's a bathroom. Nothing special about it. I step out the room and realize another door is just opposite of it. I walk towards it and it's an empty closet. "Hm. Whatever."

I sit on the bed and just stare into space. "I'll start training tomorrow probably. What if I'm no good? Does that guard have it out for me?" I'm shot out of my thoughts by a knock of the door. "Come in!" The door squeaks open and the queen walks in. She's wearing a beautiful long thin dress.

I hurry up to greet her. "Hello your highness." She cringes when I say her name. Weird. "Hello Arabella. We're having dinner right now. Come accompany us." Who is us? "Of course your highness." She cringes again. Had I done something for her to hate to hear me say her name? She smiles and chuckles while leading me out the room. I hadn't changed for dinner but her highness doesn't seem to mind.

We walk into the dining room and to say I was astonished is an understatement. The gorgeous room almost distracts me from the amount of people sitting at the table. I recognize some people immediately like the King and Queen of Nightingale. Now I feel underdressed. I follow her highness to an empty seat. The chair is on the left of her which I am surprised by. There is a lot of royalty in this room why are none of them sitting next to her?

Only when I sit down and get settled the food gets passed out. I watch as the maids put out platters of vegetables along with fish, spaghetti, and bread. I scrunch up my nose when I smell the vegetables. Out of the corner of my eyes I see the queen staring at me. I turn my head to look at her and when she acknowledges me she opens her mouth to say something.

"Maids? Could someone make Arabella's plate for her?" My eyes immediately widen as I think about how to even respond to what's happening. The Queen just asked someone to make my plate for me in a room full of royalties.

"It's alright I ca-" before I can even finish five maids rush over to me. "Miss Arabella do you need anything else?" I try to respond but "Would you like something to drink?" The maids are speaking over each other as if they are fighting for who can serve me. I look to the Queen for help but she just chuckles and raises her hand to the maids. "You all are overstimulating her." The maids all quickly apologize.

A few minutes go by and I just fork at my food. I look at around at all the king and queens just talking to each other. Paying no mind to me. I realize this is my chance and quickly walk out the dining room.

I rush out and speed walk through the halls to find my room. I eventually do and burst through the door. I jump onto the bed and just lay there. "I need to get drunk." I side eye my suit case. Getting off the bed I contemplate if I should really do this. Underage drinking. In a castle? Mh it's only bad if I get caught. I drop to the floor and unzip my suitcase. I rummage for my bottle of gin. "God yes I needed this." I pop the bottle open and chug.

I hadn't realize I had been crying until now. I feel my head get fuzzy. Had I always felts this sad? I miss my room. I miss my mom. I should text her. I should go home. I should go tell the queen she embarrassed me. I should go tell that rude ass guard to get the stick out of his ass. Am I drunk?

I hear a knock at the door. I push the bottle of gin under the bed. the. not mine. because nothing here is mines. this isn't my house. I hear a knock again. "C-come in!" The queen walks in slowing. I sloppily walk over to her and do a curtsy.

When have I ever curtsied?! Arabella get it together! "Yes.. yes y-your queen-highness." The queen scrunches her nose up. "Arabella? Have you been drinking?!"

"oh shit-"

I love writing it's so fun!! Is this Arabella Angst I see?? Eeeeee I love writing sad scenes we are about to see the queen go into mother dom mode!!!

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