Fated to Forget

Chapter 1

The sun beamed with great intensity through my drawn windows. I made it my goal, however, to close my eyes even harder as if it would get rid of the light that was protruding and interrupting my dream state. As I was just beginning to fall back asleep my nursemaid ran into my room hurriedly.

"It is time to wake up missus." I groaned.

"Do I really have to go?" I threw my bed sheets over my head, but I could still see her scurrying around my room. She parted the curtains and retrieved my already prepared breakfast and clothes.

"Yes you have to go," she began, with her usual tone of slightly hidden distress.

"Can we not just have one of our lessons today?" She let out a breathy and exasperated laugh as if she were surprised by my stubbornness.

"No missus we cannot. This is a very important meeting to your parents. They want both of you, especially you, to come with them." I let out a long sigh as if I were frustrated, though we both knew I was only joking around.

"Fine, I will get ready." I slowly got out of bed, but as soon as she came towards me with a victorious grin spread on her face; I ran out of the room. I was still in my undergarments of course. I could still hear her small voice call out my name. Her mousey frame and brown locks bounced around in my peripheral vision. I was almost to the staircase, making my way to the steps, when I bumped into someone. I fell back and landed on my bottom. This gave my nursemaid her time to catch up to me.

Once I looked up I instantly regretted my actions. It was father and he was looking at me with a stern look. He helped me on my feet and then as if realizing what had unfolded in front of him, crossed his arms. He, however, smiled.

"Now what is my little pixie doing and why is she not dressed," he asked with a lighthearted tone.

"Please forgive me, head mister, I tried but she ran away from me." Elizabeth, my nursemaid, spoke up. I slightly turned to her and could tell that she was fidgety. She always hated to disappoint my parents and I soon began to feel apologetic for my actions.

"I don't want to go father. I will be awfully bored, I just know it!" He chuckled at my tantrum.

"They have a son around your age. You will have someone to play with." I sighed. I knew that there was no way of winning this battle against father.

"Fine, I will get dressed." I wasn't normally a defiant child, but I never enjoyed having to visit my parents' friends. It always ended with me being completely bored. They always treated me like a child and underestimated my intelligence.

"Elizabeth, please help Penny get dressed." She nodded her head and curtsied to him.

"Yes headmaster." She slowly and softly pulled me along, back towards my room. Silently she helped me into my dress and curled my hair as I ate my breakfast soundlessly.

Elizabeth is an elder woman with gray hairs disturbing her brown ones. Her face is engulfed in wrinkles and her green eyes only have flickers of light within them. Her hands are always rough and calloused, but you can tell that they once been dainty and soft. She is quite petite and always walks with grace. One could tell that in her younger years she was quite beautiful and lively, but age and work has slowly stripped it away. When she finished with the last curl and I finished with my final bite, I turned to her.

"Can I bring a book or some form of entertainment for the trip?"

"I think it is best that you are attentive towards your company missus." I sighed but was inwardly proud of her for using the word attentive. It showed that our lessons were paying off quite nicely.

"Who are we meeting anyway?" Elizabeth's face lighted up to show her excitement.

"The King and Queen missus!" I nodded my head slowly.

I have read a lot about the royal family and their bloodline in the history and record books that sits in father's library. Their family has been friends with ours for generations. The King and father have been friends since they were young children. Oddly enough, however, I have never met them. Why now? I asked myself. I decided not to question my parents' decision and walked downstairs.

My hair was in its freshly curled waves and I was dressed in a short sleeved sky blue dress with a creamy-white bow that tied in the front. My shoes matched with the dress, even the cream colored bow was on the center of the shoe.

Once I reached the family area of the house, I saw mother, father, and my younger brother George. Mother was dressed in a flowing cream-colored gown of silk. Her raven black hair was pinned up in various curls accented by numerous miniature pearls. She wore a matching pearl necklace around her neck, looking stunning as always. Father wore a crisp suit with shimmering specks of real silver and blue gems. His suit jacket and pants were black and so were his shoes which were also polished to extreme shine. George dressed exactly like father and I couldn't help but see the uncanny resemblance of our father with the raven hair and bright green eyes of mother an eight year old can achieve.

We entered into the vehicle and I watched as our workers waved goodbye, only turning around once they were completely out of sight. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I have constantly met high ranking officials but never the King and Queen. I wondered what type of people they were. I laid my head on mother's shoulder.

"What are you thinking about Penny?" I looked into her deep green eyes. They were always so welcoming and kind.

"What are they like, the King and Queen?" She smiled at me with her dazzling and warm smile. Everything about mother was so welcoming. She gently rubbed my arm back and forth.

"They are extremely nice and kind people and their son is also a very handsome boy who is fiery, just like you." I remembered when father told me earlier about their son. This was a rare time where I would actually meet someone my age. I wanted to ask more about him, but only replied

"I am not fiery," with a slightly annoyed tone to which mother and father laughed to.

"Yes you are!" George exclaimed which caused mother and father to laugh again. I stuck my tongue at him and he did it in return. As we stared at each other, we somehow started an unspoken battle. Both determined not to lose, we gave it our all and concentrated on keeping our eyes opened or messing up the other.