Royally Kidnapped [h.s]

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You would think that after all he put me through, our fight would have been excused. Unfortunately for me, Harry did not take it lightly.  Fine if he was gonna be rude, I was as well.

*

I didn't understand him. He didn't want to see me, yet he was adamant that I stay here. Well, more like, he wouldn't let me leave. Well fuck him, anyway.

*

1 week! It had been 1 week! Yet his royal ass, wouldn't speak to me. It's not like I cared though...

*

That's it, enough is enough.

I asked my maid, Mrs. Payne for some ink and paper. My message was simple enough for anyone to answer. In fact it was quite nice, well for me.

'Dear his royal assness,

Stop being a fucking coward and talk to me, you imbecile.

Your Adelaide.'

There that should do it.

*

I sat patiently for his reply on my bed. I had sent the note the day before, and had been warned that it may take a day for a reply. I waited the day for my reply.

A maid entered my room, in her hands the letter. I took it and thanked her, not wanting to waste anytime. I ripped open the letter to see a large piece of note paper.

I turned the page around searching for his note. And all that was written, was 'no' carefully placed in the middle. The motherfucker.

*

Gemma was returning from France today. I had been notified she was free the returning week, so I prepared to pounce. I didn't need Harry, and I surely didn't need his forgiveness.

I spent most of the day, hidden in the library reading about the history of music, the history of the palace and the history of the Styles family. The Styles family has always been the ruling court, because of each generation always having at least one son. The castle was built long before my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmothers time, but there had been changes in it's lifespan.

At around four in the afternoon, Gemma returned to the palace. I planned to meet her after dinner.

I ate dinner in my room that night, not wanting to see any royal family members before I tried to convince one of their own to rebel.

Finally at around six, I began my climb to Gemma's chambers. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a yelp of surprise.

"Gemma?" The question came out strangled due to the shock and confusion lingering inside my brain.

There Gemma was with a boy on her bed and her brassiere halfway off her chest.

"Oh Adelaide!" Gemma and the man- guard, we're both clearly just as shocked as I. Gemma quickly pulled her brassiere upon her chest once more, as the guard escaped out the door.

"Dare I ask?" My eyebrows were raised as I asked the question. She shook her head with shame.

"I told you, I needed some booty." She said trying to lighten the mood. "Never mind." She sighed, loosing her perfect posture and slouching.

"Why did you come here? Sorry that sounded rude, what did you need to tell me?" Gemma was still clearly a mess, after what I had caught her doing. "Did that sound better?" I nodded, and tried to remember what I needed to say.

"Do you remember the night in the music room?" She nodded and by her face, I could tell she wanted me to continue on. "Remember how I told you about the festivals? Well there's one tomorrow and overmorrow, and I was wondering if we could go, together?"

Her eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" She jumped up and down like a little girl. "Wait," she started, "does Harry know?" Her smile was gone.

"No..." I sheepishly replied. Expecting an immediate no, she instead grew a smile. It was quite possibly bigger, than the one she wore before.

"Well, we should probably get ready, pick out our outfits and such." I spoke nonchalantly, I had to act calm. In all honesty, I was slightly nervous. I could get in more trouble than I could handle, if this went badly.

I strutted towards her closet doors, and opened them casually. Dozens of dresses rested inside, some looked brand new, not even yet worn. I heard Gemma remove herself from her bed, and walk up behind me.

"What should I wear?" She asked the question nervously. It was her first music festival, I understood her weariness. She grabbed a luxurious gown and asked, "How about this one?"

"Are you trying to get caught?" I asked shaking my head and laughing. "You have to wear something more common, so we can sneak around. Maybe even something with a large hood to cover our faces."

She nodded at my suggestion, before turning back to the closet to find something to wear. After a few minutes, she pulled out a dull, brown, ugly dress with a large hood. She turned and handed it to me, before I could protest, she grabbed a similar looking one from the closet.

"There, one for you and one for me." She concurred smiling, proud of herself. "Though, they do look quite dreadful, don't you think?" She laughed eyeing the dresses.

"Yes, they do." I laughed, walking towards her bed. They may have been dreadful, but they were much nicer than the ones I owned before. They had all been Sydney's previously, but she always made sure to 'accidentally' ruin them as soon as I got them. Bitch, she was or better said, is.

*

"Are you ready to go?" It was the day of the festival, and Gemma and I were preparing to leave.

"No, will you wait a moment?" Gemma was panicking as she ran around her room. Every time she solved one problem, another was found.

"What the fuck is it this time?" I was growing impatient with her constant back and forth behaviour. This morning she wasn't sure if she wanted to go, an hour later she did want to, then another passed and she didn't, then she did, then she didn't, then there was a problem with her hair, then there a problem with her dress, then a problem with her shoes and now there was another problem.

"We don't have a carriage to take us to the festival!" She was panicking, panicking more than before and that was saying a lot.

"So? We can just walk." She was acting as if she didn't know we had feet that could help us move.

"Me, a princess, walk?" She exclaimed causing the whole idea to almost sound preposterous. She shook her completely flabbergasted by the whole thing.

"Well, do you have a better idea?" I asked raising my brow. I placed my hand on my hip as I waited for a response.

"No..." The sound she made was a small, defeated sigh. "I guess we have to walk."

"Well then that settles it. Now how do we get out, without being caught"

"Good question."

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Bonjour mes petit enfants.

I didn't update for a longtime again, shocker. No, but in all honesty I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. I was busy and my anxiety was at an all time high, plus school started again....

So yeah, I'm really sorry.

-Samantha

December 11th 2016