Some people believe that the more you hate a person, the more that you love them. It may seem that you cannot stand their presence, but whenever they are not beside you, you yearn for them. This is to be proven by a young married couple who were for...
"Are you and Harry together now, Aynie?" Grandmere suddenly asked me after she took a bite out of the cookie muffin I baked for her. Typical question and I'm fighting the urge to reply with a line like "duh Grandmere we're already married" but being a respectful lady that I am, I stopped myself.
We're in the middle of our princess lessons, and I'm struggling to put pepper on my salad because of a silly handkerchief that is holding my body back.
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"Grandmere, I don't think that would happen." I answered as I catch my breath when I finally got hold of the pepper. Phew.
"But Aynie, it's been what, 6 years? I should have atleast a grandchild by now" She said shaking her head in disbelief. And with that I nearly choked. "Not that I expect you to give birth at 14"
"That's Bull..... dog Grandmere! I'm only 20 and Harry is what, 21?" I said
"But honey, it doesn't matter. I was 18 when I gave birth to Harry's dad. The Queen was 20 when she gave birth to Harry"
"Grandmere, you know I really do love you, but having a kid with Harry is just impossible."
"Honey, I'm not young anymore. I'm 59 years old. I need to see my grandchildren." She smiled and looked at me with twinkling eyes. Oh no. My eyes widened. Grandmere's twinkling eyes only means one thing. She has a plan. And it ain't good.
"Please don't tell me your planning something Grandmere." I silently prayed that it's not ANOTHER set up. You know, a few months ago, she TRIED to set Harry and I up. She only tried though because the Queen begged her not to. She planned to lock us up in a room that is extremely hot so a miracle would happen. Grandmere is too cheeky for a 59 year old.
"Oh dear, I'm not. I'm too old for that thing." She lied as she took a sip from her tea. "Oh and you can go now."
"Thank food." I muttered under my breath. I slipped under the handkerchief and bolted out of the door. I have bigger problems that Grandmere's plan... HOMEWORK.
I was half walking, half running when I ran into a wall. No wait. A person. HARRY.
"Ow!" I wailed in pain and when I looked up at Harry, he was smirking.
"Oh sorry. I missed. Should've hit your boob." He said and I swear on rainbows he's gonna get it someday.
"I would love to chat with you but I have things to finish." I passed by him and I saw him shake his head on the corner of my eye.
I ran a marathon just to get to my room which is on the other side of the building. I should've joined the Olympics. Or maybe this is why we need P.E. class. The moment I arrived in my room, I was panting so I took some juice out of my fridge (Yep.-perks of being a princess. I have my own fridge, BE JEALOUS) and chugged it down, the ice burning down my throat.
