Who's That Girl?

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: "Royal pain in my ass"

[James]

"Get out of the fucking way!" I warned the servants that were in the great hall. Such a shame they were there, they would have gotten hurt. But you see, Mickey here is a smart horse. Plus he likes to run around...just not outside. I don't even know how we got in here.

I'm innocent. I swear. Okay fine. Half-innocent. Maybe.

"Your Highne-Oh dear!" my personal maid Martha screeched as we zoomed pass her nearly hitting her. I actually feel sorry that she has this job.

"Sorry Martha!" I yelled out. "Really am!" 

Mickey was a hurricane. And I mean that literally. Everyplace we passed would end up looking like his own horse stable. Messy, terrifying and definitely stenchy.

We left the great hall and pulled him away from the kitchen. Wouldn't want to end up there....where all the apples are if you know what I mean. I was holding on tight, barely keeping my bum in tact. In short I'm falling off the dumb mustang.

"Mickey you son-of-a-" my words were cut off when he soared over the dining table and into the next room. God I hate this horse.

Believe it or not....to make matters worse...he made his up the fucking staircase. The little shit.

"Motherf-father!" I finally got Mickey into a halt. I pulled hard with all my strength that I think I completely lost my head. Oh wait, I already did. You know why I know that? A.) I'm smiling like an idiot B.) my father looks infuriated, standing in front of the horse AS I smile like an idiot. C.) I just know okay? It's bad enough that I admit it.

"James Arthur Ashworth." you can only imagine what happened next and no he didn't shout. 'Grounded.' Much much worse than that...

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"You! Aregettingmarried! Remember that James, you are not some normal teenage boy. You never were normal! You were always a prince. Always held a title and the name of our household and most especially our land now control your-"

[horse whines]

"Yes. I apologize on Mickey's behalf. You may continue now father." I gestured for him to carry on but of course that only infuriated him further. Daddy's pissed. Oops. He composed himself and let out a heavy sigh, after that he stiood straight and looked surprisingly...calm. How strange.

"That horse is dead." was all he said.

"Right. Henry!" I yelled out. My voice echoing through the castle walls. Moments later our butler Henry rushed and took Mickey away from us. As soon as they left I let out a sigh of relief and a nervous laugh. "...yes he is father. He's in for a furious scolding from me. He's going to be so disappointed after I tell him NO APPLES FOR A WE-"

"No James!" he boomed which caught me by surprise. "I mean. He's dead. I'm going to schedule for his execution right after the ball we're hosting." my face fell. I didn't see it but I felt it. And he...he just looked at me. Like I was some kind of...

"Child. You are still a child and I cannot accept that. Grow up James." he said and walked away.

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[Ana]

Moscow was exhausting. You know what else is exhausting? Victoria Bellerose? Just when I thought someone couldn't top her off, Alex was there. All the way.

But right now I'm just really glad to be back home. And by home I mean my fake studio apartment in Brooklyn. This is where Iris "lived" but this was also Ana's little sanctuary.