Goodbye Royalty, Hello Romance

Home Sweet Home

This isn't one of my best chapters... just a warning! Did you like the last chapter in the King's POV? Let me know in the comments!

I'm going to try to start bringing Talm (the native language) back into the story. Unless you don't want me to? Like I said, COMMENT! And let me know!

Wow, so I just found this in my drafts. I will not be updating this story again. However, this is the next chapter. It is probably terrible, but I figured I should publish it so it's not just sitting unpublished for another couple years. Haha, enjoy :)

Anna's POV

After we got inside of the cabin, Cynthia smiled at me, looking at my burlap clothing. "You clean up nice." she said. I shook my head. "Very funny." "Im just joking. Lighten up." she responded. I took a deep breath. "Yeah, sorry. Im just kind of shaken. Im in a new place, in new clothes, with new people, and in a new body. Well, kind of. Its just a lot to take in, you know?"

She nodded. "But the people here are really nice. Nothing against your family or friends or anything, but I'm betting the people here are much less stuck up than the ones at home."

That brought an unexpected smile to my face. "I know what you mean. They were always so uptight." I said to her. I set my suitcase down on the wooden floor." Would you like a tour?" she asked. "It's not much, but its all ours. For the next year or so, anyways." I grinned. "That would be awesome."

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She led me out of what I learned was the foyer, and into another room. It was small, and the walls were a deep brown wood. I saw a sink in one corner, an oven on the far wall, and what looked to be a stove. Next to the stove, I saw a microwave that looked like it must be ancient.

My father always said that mcrowaves were for poor people. Royalty had their food always fresh, not cooked in some machine that used radiation. He had always given our chefs special orders to cook every thing on the stove, grill, or in the oven.

"Wow." I breathed. She raised an eyebrow. "Its just, I've never seen a microwave in person before. Just in pictures." She laughed. "I like you. You are definitely not what I thought a princess would actually be like."

Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "Uh... Nothing." she said hesitantly. "Cynthia..." I persisted. "Well..." she hesitated "Everybody in the village thinks that the royalty is stuck up, and that they take everything for granted, which I don't know if that's true or not, but that's just what they say. And I kind of thought that for a while too, but now I met you and my mind is changed a little I guess." I sat down on a rusty chair, and shook my head.

Is that really how we came off? Is that really how everybody thinks of us? As some stuck up, ungrateful people? I had always thought that we were the role models, to some extent. That the people of Talmibeean (our kingdom) looked up to their princess and king. I guess I was wrong.

I sat there for a minute, sulking, when I realized where I was. "Oh!" I said, jumping up from the chair. "I'm sorry. You were giving me a tour." She just smiled. "No, no. Its okay, really. But I would like to show you the rest of the cabin, if that's alright your highness?"

I looked at her, confused. "You don't have to ask for my permission, Cynthia." She answered "But, I just thought, because you're the princess and everything, that's just what you would expect from someone like me. Y'know, a peasant."

I stared at her, with an appalled look on my face. "Listen to me." I started. "Treat me like any other person, okay? I don't want to be treated special. That is exactly what I was trying to get away from."

"Fine." She responds, drawing out the "i". She motions for me to follow her. "Let's finish this tour." She leads me to an admittdly large room that contained a couch, small table, and a large box-shaped television set with a tiny screen and tall antennas sticking out from the top.