Sorry I haven't updated in like forever! I am extremely bad at procrastinating and am also easily distracted. I hope you like this chapter! This is for you Aly for lighting a fire under my butt to get me moving in writing this chapter! Love you!
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Recap I last chapter:
Feeling excited I look at my parents in wonder and amazement. Feeling like there is a catch by the way they keep looking at each other I ask, "Now what's the catch? There has to be a catch because you have never even gave me freedom in driving my own cars!"
Knowing it was too good to be true my mother finally speaks saying,
"The one condition in living in your new house is that you have to find a wife."
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Chanson POV
"What do you mean a wife!" I scream is disbelief.
Calmly and sophisticatedly without cringing with the rise of my voice my mother replied, "Your Father and I feel like because of the fact the you are now legally an adult you should be having the responsibility of starting your own life with a wife and hopefully soon after children."
"Plus I have to say that your mother and I aren't getting any younger. You are the only heir to the thrown, after you we don't have an heir. Therefore we need you to start a family young in case if anything was to happen to us all suddenly," interrupted my father.
Slowly skidding down into one of seven cushiony lounge chairs I let this all sink into my hard headed skull. My parents are not only basically forcing me to move out, but they are also forcing me into minding someone I have to marry. No only marry but have, children with. *shudder*
Shaking my head as I compose myself a tiny bit more i wonder aloud, "How exactly do I find myself a wife! I've only been out of the castle and talked with people my own age numerous times! And that is excluding the stuffy stuck up bitches I'm forced to talk to at royal balls!"
"Language my son! Your severe language isn't going to help improve your chances in finding a woman!" Cries my prim and proper father.
Goddamn it! They are sliding over my original question like a pair of ice skates on freshly smoothed ice, most importantly the question of HOW! Feeling the anger rise up into my face like a blush if embarrassment, I slam my fist into the cushions that makes a thunderous boom as I rise to my feet with a defiant thud.
"As I have asked before, HOW! HOW, HOW, HOW!" I say as I start pacing a pattern on the oriental vintage carpet from China in the 1800's.
Reaching a surprisingly strong hand out to stop my endless pacing, my mother turns me around and replies with an equally strong voice, "We, your father and I, have set up a competition for twenty-four young women to compete for a chance to be the next Queen."
"A competition! With twenty women and-" I am suddenly cut off unexpectedly by my father correcting me say, "We'll actually there is twenty-four. Not twenty."
"What's the difference! This isn't what I want! Maybe, just maybe I wanted the do this like normal people and find a wife when I'm ready and not when I just turned 18 for Christ sakes!" Angrily I storm out I the room without another word from dear Mom and Dad.
Running full sprint down the hallway to my left, up two sets of stairs and another left, I wrench open the tower door and slam my body full forced onto the window bench seat that overlooks our man-made river and pond. This is the place I come for most, if not all my thinking. The beautiful four story high overlook help calm me.
With a pounding knock on the door and the smell of fresh baked home maid chocolate cookies wafting in I can tell Sendra has heard the commotion and has decided to comfort me like always. Although the pounding on the door is very unlike her I push that to the back of my mind and think nothing of it as I reply, "Come in Sendra, it's open!"
In struts a 6 foot 1 inch tall blonde hair, hazel colored eyed athletic builded guy I call my best friend, Aiden Wendell, carrying a half full plate of cookies, halfway to stuffing yet another in his already filled mouth. "Suf man! I shaw Senra comin' upf wif theese cookieths and thoughth I's could help." Mutters Aiden with a full mouth. It really isn't surprising I can understand that he said, 'Sup man! I saw Sendra coming up with these cookies and thought I could help.' With Sendra's famous cookies I knew he wouldn't mind the least bit.
"Hey Aide! Thanks for saving me some! God your a pig! They are my sympathy cookies." Already my mood has changed from a bad mood to turning a complete 360 and being great again with the help of my best mate.
"Hey and I also forgot Sendra set this up as well with this paper from Toby and Gene aka your 'rents." Aide remembers quickly and snags another cookie from my plate. With a mere mention of my parents I am suddenly reminded of the reason I am up here in the first place.
"Thanks man...I wonder what the 'rents have thrown at me know." I reply with a smug look on my face as I reach for the paper and yet another cookie.
With my cookie half way to my lips I begin reading what could possibly be on this single sheet if paper. Reading the first line the entire plate and the cookie in my hand clatter to the floor in disbelief at what my eye are reading.
Twenty-four luck women age 16-21 will be...
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Haha I'm so mean yet another cliffhanger! Hopefully I won't make you wait as long as I did last time to find out what happens next! Sorry I haven't proof read it yet!
~Lorie
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