"PRINCESS!"
"Give us a smile, love!"
"Are you sure of your decision?"
"PRINCESS!"
The shouts echoed around Blair as she gracefully exited the jet. Blair had been in this situation before, simply swap the wild paparazzi to wild subjects. The key here was that Blair had all the time in the world, no point in rushing. She straightened her dress, smiled briefly, and started walking towards the man with the clipboard standing waiting for her.
"Hello, princess."
"Bonjour, Monsieur Blachenin."
"Your French is impeccable, princess."
"I have had practise."
"Let's go."
"Okay."
***
"So princess, you have one month. Until then, so far, you have a luncheon with Ali Mariposa, two meetings with the government, one debate and a court cry," Monsieur Blachenin listed. No signs of exclamation points there.
"What's a court cry?" Blair asked delicately.
"Someone who has committed a crime is allowed to make one more case before judgement. Now the late queen is, well, late you will be part of the judgement. Keep a clear head."
"Thank you, Monsieur," said Blair. She head-dipped and held her skirt before walking out of the glamorous hall. Curtsying was so out of style.
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My Little Kingdom
Teen FictionBlair Willows is living the life of a princess - or, indeed, a queen. Her holidays are spent in Miami and her money is spent in Hollister, not to forget the extensive band of princesses who are in awe of her every move. But Blair is playing a danger...
