Finding His Royal Highness

Prologue

No way. No freaking way!

I stared at the words on the white paper I was holding, but they made no sense at all.

How could she possibly do this to me? How? Why?

"OMG" I heard Carol say in one hoarse breath. Except, her voice was mixed with excitement and pleasure whilst I was mad as in really mad. I turned my gaze at my best friend slash roomie who came over with me from my homeland Elicia to America, when we were nothing but excited 10 year-olds.

Her reaction was totally not what I expected, unless........unless, my grandma had bribed her. Yeah that explains. I mean how could she look so pleased and excited?

"This is no joke Carol" I said as I frowned at her.

"Of course not Em." She said, with that scary glint in her eyes.

"Do you understand what this means?" I practically yelled at her.

"Come on, it's not that bad. A princess is destined for a prince anyway. Oh he must look young and handsome with fluffy blonde hair and a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes." She sighed dreamily.

"You just described Alex you moron" she still seemed like she was stuck in her own dreamland. I stared at her horrified.

"What if-" I interrupted her trance. "-that person is an old geezer with a father who hasn't died yet? He's still a prince, neh?" I asked defensively. We were talking about my grandmother here, not some fairy god mother.

She stood silent for a few seconds as if considering what I said.

I couldn't take the silence anymore, so I started reading the letter out loud imitating my grandma's voice, so at least this would kick some sense into Carol's washed brain.

"Young lady, we've received a proposal from a neighboring country, and I have accepted it with great pleasure and honor. So come home to get ready for your engagement. Yours sincerely, Lillian."

"See? Did you hear that?" I asked daringly. Of course Carol should've gotten the graveness of this so-intimidating letter. It's like I've got a howler; that screaming letter Neville got in Harry Potter.

But the worst part is, even without hearing that old woman's voice, I could actually picture her stern face glowing in her extremely intimidating aura, spitting every word at me. It's not like she's the queen now. I mean my mom and she were nothing but enemies ever since I could remember. The late king, who was my grandfather had asked gran to pass her throne to her daughter as his last wish, which is how my mother ended up being the current queen. I didn't know why they were quarreling with each other like typical in-laws since they're mother and daughter- however, that's not what matters here.

What I couldn't understand was; how come gran's the so called proud founder and president of many 'women empowerment programs' in our country while she's doing nothing but injustice to a woman-me-? Once I get the right chance, I should just report all of this stuff about her and her façade. But then again I wouldn't because I couldn't even imagine what'd be of me if I did so.

I'm in this school, all thanks to my mother who fought for my rights and prevented grans from ruining my life. Don't get me wrong, I know that gran loves us both - me and my older bro- a lot but her methods of showing it is just trash.

"Listen Em,"Carol shook me off my reverie. "Sooner or later, you've got to marry someone. And I think, sooner is better"

Gosh, now she's in her mother-mode. It was so annoying sometimes, but every time I was in trouble, she always seemed to know exactly how to help me.