Goodbye Royalty, Hello Romance

Faking a Death Part 1

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Part 1:

Marina's POV

I listened intently as Anna poured details about faking her death on me. But honestly, I could see where she was coming from. That's why I decided to help her. While she headed to the dining room, I got the supplies that we would need: a phone alarm, meant to sound like a ringtone, a breakaway vase, fake blood, a black ski mask, and my mother. Let me explain. The alarm would go off, and I would pretend it was a phone call that I "had to take." A minute later, Anna would excuse herself to go to the bathroom. I would meet up with her outside the view of any cameras, and fasten the sensitive fake blood pouch to her back. Then I would put on the ski mask.

After that, she would walk in front of a camera, where I would "sneak" up on her, hit her with the fake vase, and she would fall down. I would then drag her, breaking the fake blood pouch, giving the illusion her head was bleeding, and completing our plan. If they tested the blood, they would realize Allah was not actually dead. But by then, it would have been too late. She would be gone.

My mother was a makeup artist, and she would makeover Anna after I "killed" her. Then, Anna would acquire a new identity as somebody the opposite of herself, somebody her father would never suspect; a peasant, living in the village.

I packed everything (except for my mother) into my oversized purse. I breathed in deeply then strutted in to the dining room. I grinned at the suitors in the room before winking at Anna. I sat down. Anna's eyebrow raised, saying Is everything ready to go? I nodded my head, and I could tell she was trying to contain her excitement. I couldn't really blame her though. Being under her father's wing for two decades, and she would finally be free.

The room grew silent as King Fredrick entered. "Hello gentlemen." said the King. "I understand you are gathered here today because one of you lucky young men will have the privilege of marrying this beautiful young princess. My daughter. Lovely, isn't she?" Anna's shoulders tensed and her eyes went cold. He had hit a nerve, making her out to be nothing more than a pretty face. "She is just all too willing to marry handsome suitors such as yourselves. Isn't that right, Anna?"

Anna's POV

"Yes father, of course." I said in a monotone voice. He seemed pleased with my answer. "Wonderful, now enjoy the food. Make yourselves at home. I will be right back." He smiled. "Anna sweetheart, will you come here a minute?" I followed him to a corner of the room. "Cooperate." He says in a harsh whisper. "There are over three dozen  men here. You will choose one, and you will marry him. Now put on a smile and start choosing." Those few words had me taken aback. My father had never been so blunt and, well, mean before. "Fine." I said "But you will regret it." I left him confused, but clued in. After all, once I was "dead", he would regret being so harsh to me.

A man about my age came up to me and got down on one knee. He took my hand and kissed it. "Princess Anna. It is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard of your beauty, but nothing that could compare to what I see now. I have heard many times of your amazing personality, but I am afraid I cannot tell if your personality is as wonderful as they say before knowing you better. I am Prince Harold." He had a faint British accent.

He got up from his knee. "Would you like to sit with me? I would love to know more about you."

He was very handsome. He had short brown hair, and a dimple on his left cheek. Even through his tux, I could see he was fit. His eyes were bright green. I had only ever seen one other person with green eyes like that. My mother.

My mother's parents set up an arranged marriage for her, just as my father is doing me. My father was a suitor. My mother, Jasmine, was a princess. They got married and fell deeply in love. Just a short year later, they found out Queen Jasmine was pregnant with a baby girl. Me.

Nine months later, my mother died giving birth to me. I know what she looks like solely through pictures. My father was never as soft or nice again. He was never the same.

Harold seemed nice enough. He didn't seem near as self-centered as the other suitors. I was going to die soon anyway, so what was the harm? "Sure." I said smiling. He grinned, showing his dimple.

We reached the table and sat down. "So Anna, how old are you?" he asked "Well," I replied "I just turned 20." He let out a low whistle. "That's rough. Don't you have to be married before you're 21?" I frowned at the reminder. "Yeah. Or else I can't become queen." 

Suddenly, fast paced techno music started playing very loudly. I gasped when I realized that it was coming from Marina's purse.

It was time.

Marina's POV

My phone started blasting techno music. I ignored the scowls I was getting, and glanced at Allah.  She looked like she was about to have a panic attack. I gave her a reassuring nod and she smiled faintly. "I'm sorry." I announced "I have to take this." I clicked the 'off' button on the alarm, raised the phone to my ear and said, "Hello?" Then I walked out of the room.

I walked out of the dining room into the hallway. I swung a right, then went into a small room. One of the few places without cameras in the entire castle. I removed my slinky blue dress revealing a black tank top and tight black capris. Then I put on my black, knee-high boots. So what if I was killing the princess? That didn't mean that I couldn't look good doing it.

I completed the look by slipping on the ski mask just as Allah came in. "Harold wouldn't let me leave!" she practically yelled. "Who?" I wondered. A blush crept to her cheeks. "Nobody."

I gasped. "You don't like a suitor do you? Because if that's the case you don't even need to die." She quickly shook her head. "Of course not! He was just... different. A good different. I think if I wasn't going to pretend die today, we could be really good friends. So do you have the blood?"

"Yeah." I said, proceeding to pull it out of my bag. "Now listen Anna. When you fall from me crashing the vase on your head, put very limited pressure on your back, or the blood pouch will break. Only put pressure on your back when I start to drag you. Got it?" I completed fastening the blood under her dress.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. The vase wont hurt though will it?" "No," I say "of course not. It is only a breakaway vase. So are you ready for the death of Princess Allah?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes I am. Let's do it."