Yes Your Highness 18+

03

Two days after Riley and I had spoken. The arrangement of his proposal was arriving sooner than I would have liked. I was barely even eighteen and if he asks before then, I'm afraid if I say the word 'yes' I'll be stuck in another loop of torture. His father on the other hand was no better. He was always whispering something to my dad about me. Talking about things to my parents that they shouldn't be even agreeing to. Beyond everything, I was only seventeen. They already planned arrangements for my future. And how many pups my said husband would want. I didn't want any of it. I wanted to deny every single thing I was hearing. I am only a teenager. I shouldn't be thinking about marriage at this age. Although I am because of how forced they make it in the village.

My mother, Stacie, had arranged to marry my father, Noah, in the very beginning. Before I came along, came Rajah. My parents only wanted two children. Because they had thought it would be easier that way. So Rajah wouldn't be alone. They had me. In which, I really do wish I chose to be a part of a different family. I should be grateful for everything. But here I am complaining because all I want is to be normal. I want to do normal girl things. Like going to a public school. Making outside friends. Falling in love with a boy. Going on an actual first date. Doing the unthinkable. Running away to be free from it all was going to be harder than I thought. I do have friends here, yes. I once had a love interest, yes. But it was never Alpha Hedrick's son. Who was going to be alpha soon after him. Riley's mother had been gone for years. She had passed away when he was only five. He was much older now, and I understood the very hurt he must have felt from all those years of not having a mother to look and care for him. He became a jackass. Nonetheless, he always talked about how he had the ability to go to an actual place called a high school. Whatever that was. I wanted it. He had it all. His family was also rich, that was the real main reason why my parents are arranging him and I together.

They should be against going against my wishes. But, it is what it is. In which it wasn't. But here we are. It has been two days since the first class. Yet Riley was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone to that place I heard so much about. Is it really that good though? I was told to stay on the terms of the alpha. Staying in the lines of the village. Never to see the outside world of it unless it was for a class session. But, they won't even let me go hunting. Why, though? I'm not that bad at it. Am I? I questioned. Sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through my phone.

At least, they gave me the choice to buy my own clothes and get a phone. I could make friends easily this way. Amelia walked into the kitchen with a whole tub of dirty dishes. She snapped me out of my thoughts when she was about to drop the whole thing from her grasp. "Goshgumit! Don't just sit there and gawk, child!" I put my phone down and rushed over to aid her before the tub went everywhere with the dishes inside. "Sorry! Sorry." I said, with apology. Helping her hold it up on the other end. "Why are you carrying such a heavy tub for your age?" I questioned and she grumbled. "Mind yer tongue, child."

She is my teacher, mentor in everything. Including my nanny. In which she hated being called anything involving the word 'nanny'. She was a maid. And apparently my parents have her here to take care of me whenever I need something. But I do help her even though I know she hates every second of it. She was a wicked, foul old woman. I can imagine why she is the way she is. She lost someone important to her. It makes sense. "Amelia." I went to speak, then to hear her cut in. "I know it has been hard for you." She said, and my eyes went wide with wonder at how she knew I was about to speak about it. "And I don't mean to bring it up, but, you care too much. Child." Amelia had once upon a time been caring and sweet herself. She was never this wicked mean foul woman. "I only care because it matters." I stiffly say under my breath. Afraid of what would happen if she heard me clearly. But oh. She heard me alright.

"Child. You understand the reason why I am so hard on you. Yes?" Asked Amelia. I responded with silence. Looking away as we finished putting the tub onto the kitchen counter by the sink. We were about to load up the dishwasher. At least we are not that old fashioned where we had to use the river to clean during chore day. "I'm only hard on you because I know you are stronger than most of the children in my class. The real reason your parents refused to let you go with them was for a reason that is too classified."