The Royal Mistake

The Royal Mistake - Chapter Seven

So, this is my last chapter, and I just wanted to say thanks so much for reading, commenting, and voting it means a lot to me. Especially since this is my first story. Well, comment, vote? If you want :) Thanks.

PS, I may write a second book to this if you guys like it enough, it really is the commenting and reading that made me continue working on this, so if you really like it tell me and i'll consider writing a second one :) Thank you so much once again for reading, commenting, and voting! :D

PSS, I have been thinking about going into the watty awards 2012 with this story? Sound like a good idea? I'd love to see your opinion on it.

Thanks.

Emilee, xoxo

Well, now onto the story! :) :)

Seven

Beep, beep, beep.

      A sound interrupts my sleep. I peel my eyes open and feel like my eye lids are tearing and once they’re open I look around and try to identify the object that awoke me from my deep sleep. All that’s in here is a chair. An empty chair to be precise.

      I turn my head and weirdly enough there is no pain and I can also remember everything that happened. How is that possible? I have a head injury i’m not supposed to remember anything! I’d much rather not be able to remember.

      I can’t believe my mom stole me when I was a baby! I can’t believe i’m the king and queens daughter! Most of all, I can’t believe my mom tried to kill me and Pierre.

      Oh god! Pierre! I bolt up in bed and again, don’t feel any pain and my eyes widen as I realize that there is someone in here. The queen, and she’s...taking a pizza pop out of a microwave? That must have been the beeping that woke me up. I blink a couple times and rub my eyes. Is she seriously eating a pizza pop? I didn’t know the queen ate anything other than fancy foods. She glances over and smiles. “Alana, you’re finally awake.”

      I nod slightly. “Yeah, I am. The beeping woke me up.”

      An apologetic look crosses her face. “Oh, i’m sorry. I could have waited for you to wake up but my hunger was getting the best of me.” My jaw drops a bit. Did she just say sorry?

      I shake my head. “Oh, um, no it’s fine. It wasn’t your fault,” I pause and an image of Pierre falling flashes through my head, “where’s Pierre?”

      She smiles at me and places the pizza pop beside the microwave. She walks to me and sits on the edge of my bed. “Pierre is fine. In fact, he’s going to come by and visit you once I leave.”

      I smile, Pierre is fine. That’s good. “Where is Prince Leelan?”

      A dark expression comes over her face. “In the dungeon. Where he belongs.”

      I sigh. “Good,” I look down, “umm, I have something to tell you.”

      She puts a hand on my thigh. “Yes?”

      I take a deep breath. “I-I,” I take another breath, how is she going to take it? “I killed Princess Kianna!” I squeeze my eyes closed and wait for her to yell and scream.

      “I know. I recognized you at dinner.” She says softly. I open my eyes and look at her.

      “You did? How come you didn’t say anything?”

      She smiles at me. “Because you are my true daughter and,” she falters, “and Kianna was in on it, she let you kill her so prince Leelan and Minnie could kill you.”