The Princess Diaries || brooks

Lissette, Princess of Navarre

 “She's here!” Illitia screamed rather loudly while running, well more like sliding due to the combination of the wooden floor and her socks into my room.

“Who?” I asked, not really interested, while chatting with my friends back in London via facebook.

“Lissette!” She screeched. The look on her face was of sheer horror. It was as if she couldn’t conceive the thought of ever being in the same room with her, let alone the same country. She was really exaggerating about this.

I sighed. Lissette is our younger half-sister, a by-product of our father getting busy with a Mexican-American girl he met in Los Angeles. Of course mum was pissed when she found out, but being a royal, she decided to keep her opinions to herself and stayed by my father’s side. So as a result we have a half-sister that's like three months younger than Illitia. Illitia obviously doesn’t really like that because she was always the baby of the family and when we found out about Lissette, she felt replaced. Ultimately, she trained herself to hate our sister even before meeting her. That’s why she’s overreacting and making this huge drama over it. As they are both about to turn seventeen, our grandmother has decided that Princess Lessons are in order. Oh, I hated Princess lessons! It’s like who cares how I tip my soup bowl? Apparently, every one does.

Lissette wasn’t yet officially a Princess, but she was scheduled to be crowned a week after our return to Spain.

She was going to go from being Lissette Medina to being Princess Lissette Marie Katerina Medina de la Santisima Trinidad de Navarre y Los Paises Bajos de Holanda. She wasn’t my mother’s daughter, but she reluctantly accepted for Lissette to bear her title. This was because her throne needed a successor and in the event that all who were next in line shall perish, she would inherit the Dutch throne. The likeliness of that happening was slim though, which was a contributing factor to my mother’s acceptance.

“Kay.” Was all I said to my sister.

“KAY?” Illitia yelled, “KAY? Hello? We have met what’s her face like what? Twice? And I have to take Princess lessons with her...what do I do?” Illitia was seriously worrying about this way too much.

“Have you ever considered…” I began sitting up on my bed, “That maybe Lissette is feeling the same way? She has only met this family twice before, she has to live with three new siblings, abuela, aunts, uncles, and cousins, who all happen to be a part of various European royal families. She has to come here being a normal American teenager and learn how to be a Spanish Princess. And all you have to do, Illitia, is get along with your half-sister and endure some of Abuela's lessons. I don’t see how you could be the most affected one in this equation.”

Illitia looked at me, her blue eyes had defeat in them, but there was also a flash of anger, “Fine. Don’t help me then. See if I care.” she huffed, walking away.

I don't know much about Lissette, but I do know that she is also my little sister and I do have an obligation to make sure that she’s not being unnecessarily attacked.

Even if I have to protect her from my favorite sister Illitia. Plus, Grandmother would say that its UN-Princess like to be hostile towards our sister. If mother got over it, so should Illitia. Mother loves Lissette; she always says how Lissette will be a great Princess because she’s so well behaved.

I then raced to my vanity mirror to pick up my very obnoxious blackberry that started to ring, I really need to change that ring tone. 

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“Skip, this is honestly like the stupidest thing they've ever made me do!” I explained to him on the phone.

“Why? Because you and your half-sister have to take some lessons on how to cross your legs and wave at a crowd of people correctly?” he laughed, he really found this amusing.