Looking for a Prince

One

ELENA

My mother woke me up early this morning. Usually I'm a morning person. The morning is a beautiful and peaceful time that I have to myself. Most of the time, I walk around in the garden until I find the spot that I claimed for myself years ago. There's a little bench that overlooks the beach. I can feel the morning breeze as I sip on my tea. It makes me forget about my life for some time until I'm called back into the castle.

As a princess, I have my own set of tasks that need to be done. Though, due to my age, I'm in need of finding a prince. Of course, I have to find one soon and he has to meet the criteria. Most princesses get married at twenty but I was an exception. I wasn't supposed to become princess because I had an older sister who took the throne. However, four years ago she died in an attack on our people by an enemy country. The next day, I became princess. Now I stand here wishing that my sister were still here. She was an amazing princess, I however, am not. According to the king, I am reckless, mischievous, and a threat to our royal name. Personally, I've never wanted to be a princess and of course that's something my father didn't understand when my sister passed.

I got out of my bed groaning. The servants prepared me like always. That's a thing I hate about this life. For some reason, the queen and king believe that I can't do anything for myself. Our servants do everything for me. Whether it is dressing, cooking, or cleaning, they do it all. They feel that I shouldn't lift a single finger. Honestly, I want to help around the house. I want to make dinner for my family and dress myself. Of course, no matter how many times I plead to the king, he firmly believes that princesses need not to do anything.

"Princess, the queen is asking for you," one of the maids said. I looked at her young and innocent face. Part of me felt extremely sorry for her. The other part felt angry. Though, she never minds helping me it still hurts to know that she's doing all of this when I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself.

"Of course she is, thank you," I told her. I stood from my chair and glanced in the mirror. Staring at my reflection I frowned. The dress I was wearing had to have been over two thousand dollars. It was a long purple dress with thick lace straps and a diamond corset top. My makeup was very heavy, and my hair was up. The process to get ready was two hours. That was something I did everyday of the week.

I walked to the queen's chamber expecting breakfast on the table at least. Though when I entered, it was only her sitting in her chair. Sighing, I walked closer.

"Straighten your back!" She snapped. I pulled my shoulders back and tried to put on a smile. "Have you no manners dear? I swear, it was like you were raised in a barn."

"Sorry mother, I didn't have my morning walk," I explained. She pointed to the empty chair motioning me to sit in it. I grabbed a seat and internally groaned for my back was hurting from holding it up straight. "You called for me?"

"Ah, yes I did. Have you found a husband yet?" She asked.

"Mother, I told you that I was looking. I want to find someone that I love, not someone that loves my title." She glared at me with a small scowl on her face.

"You have a week." I stared at her wide eyed with my mouth open.

"A week!"

"Yes, your father told me that if you can't find someone by next week then he shall provide one for you."

"Mother, I don't want to be with the man he's going to choose for me!" I cried.

"Oh but you will. You should already be married by now Elena. Also, Stefan Salvatore is a lovely man and his family comes from a wonderful line of royals."

"But mother, I don't love him!"

"And that's not my problem. Now go get dressed and ready for the grand opening of the clinic. Denmark relies on us Elena. You're the princess. Get used to it."

I got up from my chair and excused myself to go eat some breakfast. This was going to be a difficult week.

DEAN

"Sam, I said drop it!" I yelled at my kid brother.

"But Dean, you really need to find someone. This is getting ridiculous. I mean, you're twenty six and you have yet to find a woman. After a while, the whole "player" thing becomes overrated," Sam explained.

"Sammy, there's nothing wrong with me. I just don't want anything serious."

"But you need to get out of that phase. It's not healthy." I glared at Sam and straightened out my shirt some more.

"Just because you're going to be a kick ass lawyer with a wife and kids doesn't mean I have to be," I explained to him. He sighed and played with the buttons on his shirt.

"That's not what I'm trying to say. I'm just saying that you should stop focusing on a million girls. You'll never be happy Dean."

"I was pretty happy last night with Victoria," I winked. I heard a loud sigh come from his mouth.

"What Sam?"

"Her name was Veronica." I shrugged and went to grab some food from the fridge.

Eventually, I found myself at work trying to fix another car. I worked for a man named Bobby Singer. He had to be the greatest boss, for he treated me like a son and helped me with everything. That was more than I could say for my father. Sam and I weren't ever close with our father John. He was more focused on other things than his children.

"Boy, you got another one," Bobby's voice ringed from the office. I pushed out from underneath the car I was working on. Noticing my shirt, I decided to ignore the oil stains.

"Where Bobby?" I asked him noticing how no one was here.

"She's outside getting her wallet."

"And what's wrong with her car?" I asked him. He looked down at some papers.

"Something with the battery most likely. It won't start," he replied. I nodded and walked outside. A girl emerged from a black car in the middle of the parking lot. She was a beautiful and tall blonde with a slender waist. Her shirt was lower than most, and her pants stuck to her legs like glue. I smirked at her before walking closer.

"Let me guess, car troubles?" I asked her. She giggled loudly which shocked my ears. That clearly gave me reason to believe that she was at least nineteen.

"Well if I knew you were so hot I would have broke my car a long time ago," she said flirting. She moved her hips a little to show off some more skin. I bit my lip and looked at her some more.

"Well if I knew you'd be so beautiful I would have cleaned some of this grease off of me," I said chuckling. She smiled and flipped her blonde hair behind her.

"I like my men dirty," she winked.

"Good, because after your car is done, I'll be filthy." She smiled and pulled a card out of her bag.

"When you get done, give me a call. I might need some more assistance," she said. I took the card and placed it in my wallet.

"Oh I will."

I spent the night at her place frowning softly when I got up to leave the next morning. She remained in the bed heavily sleeping when I got up. I left her house quickly and got in my car. My phone started buzzing loudly as I pulled into my garage.

"What Sammy?" I asked.

"Where are you? I've been trying to reach you all night!" He said angrily.

"I'm pulling in now. Why?" He sighed on the other end and paused.

"Dean hurry inside."

"Sammy what is it?" I asked him.

"It's dad Dean."