From Normal to Royal

Chapter 9

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I gasped for air as I shot up in bed. Another dream. I'd been having these reoccurring dreams of the day Caleb is going to officially announce me as the royal fiancé. Mostly because I didn't want to have to go through with it and I knew that when it was going to happen, the next day I was going to be the epitome of everything back at school, all the nasty girls would want to cozy up to be my friend, and all the guys trying to romance me to get some sort of publicity. However, I was determined to finish out the school year and graduate for crying out loud.

I rolled over in my bunk bed. Katie was sleeping underneath so I froze when my rolling around made a squeak. I listened for Katie's shallow mid-sleep breathing, and once I heard it, I rolled the other way and closed my eyes.

I was still thinking though. I imagined how my life was going to be after that one day. That one moment, that moment where the entire world found out that I was the royal fiancé. It's weird how life works. Inevitably, just one moment is enough to change your life forever, and that's all it takes-one single second! If I turned down Caleb that one life-changing moment would never have to happen, but then Caleb wouldn't get to become king and then our country would go into complete chaos.

Why does it feel like the entire virtue of this country stands on the width of my own shoulders?

My decision is going to effect the rest of the world for crying out loud. Essentially, I wasn't deciding on myself rather than on behalf of the country...

I suppose Caleb could just get an arranged marriage but what if the arrangement ended horribly? Would I still be to secretly blame for the kingdom's downfall?

I looked at my shiny ring on my right hand and sighed. What's done is done-I can't take back my decision now, nor can I delay any of the wedding processes such as the revealing of the royal fiancé. Everything has to follow the strict, and I mean strict rules of the ancient lawbook for the county. We are as such, a constitutional monarchy. The wedding can't be one day later or earlier than it already is (in the rules it has to be a certain number of days before Caleb's birthday) and the Royal Reveal has to be also, a specific amount of days before the wedding ceremony. So basically, the date of Caleb's birth defines every holiday, event, and whatnot. The king's birthday is the central point in our calendar year basically. Don't ask me, or Caleb, or King John, they didn't understand it either.

I felt myself begin to doze off a bit. I was relaxed more than I thought I was going to be. At least the Royal Reveal wasn't until the week before graduation, and I'd only have to deal with those suckers for a week. I had a long while until then.

I began to distract myself with my Oxford and Cambridge applications. I sent them in a while ago, and I'm supposed to find out soon if I got in. I applied to their medical program; I want to become a doctor, mainly a pediatrician. I loved kids and everything about them. I wanted to have some of my own. Caleb would make a great father. It dawned on me, suddenly, that my first child was going to be the next king or queen. The righteous heir to the throne. I was not a righteous heir, because I was not born of royal blood. However, my kids would.

I couldn't believe the fact that I was going to be a queen, much less the fact that my KID was going to be a king or queen.

What on earth have I gotten myself into?

I felt a wave of exhaustion coming over me so I decided to stop thinking about it and try to get back off to sleep.

These next moments are going to be life-defining; we're all in for some crazy amount of change. Hold onto your britches, because things are about to escalate. Mark my words.