How a Royal fell in love with a Commoner

Chapter Nineteen.

It was cold when Sarah awoke from her deep sleep. She dreaded to open her eyes, and see that it wasn't a nightmare. The bare old room looked like it was derelict and had been used in the war. The old bed had shrunken and looked like it came from a hospital in the nightie twenties. The thin bedsheet tha covered her cold body every night was stained with what looked like blood, and the lumpy mattress on which she slept on smelt like animal fusees. Sarah's appearance was another thing that wasn't good. Her hair was dirty and messy. She hadn't showered in a month. The clothes that she stood in looked and smelt like that were owned by a homeless tramp.

Sarah had no idea where she was, she had not left this shell of a room since she had arrived. Before she was moved to this place. The palaces and gardens had been left behind and she had swapped in for a prison. This dark, cold old castle was her prison. Sarah didn't know where she was. She knew that she wasn't in Italy, the heat rays from the Tuscan sun was no where to be seen.  Maybe somewhere like Russia pasted through her mind, but she gave up on thinking where she was. The only thing that was on her mind was to get out of this place.

The thing that ran through her mind was where was Lucas and Beatrix. No one would tell Sarah where they were. Beatrix was a Queen no harm would come to her, but Lucas was a nobody. Months of tears had come from that unanswered question.  Sarah did know who put her in this prison. Sarah longed to see El Douche's face when she would break out. It was all planned out in her head, just one thing was missing, she needed to get out of here.

The sound of the door being kicked made Sarah jump up from her bed.  The door opened and a large dirty man with no teeth looked into the cell. He looked at the Princess with a dirty, evil grin. His dirty army uniform was too tight and you would see the rolls of fat protruding over his belly. The sight of him would make you want to gag, and gag Sarah did.

"Your Royal Highness." The man said mockingly. He held his belly as he laughed. His laugh made Sarah withdraw to the corner of the room. " Not any more love. Looks like you have lost all your titles."

Sarah looked at him with disbelieve. She didn't understand what the man was saying. He raised his hand in inbetween his fat, dirty, sausage fingers held a newspaper. Sarah was surprised that he had a newspaper in his hand. She was surprised that he could read at all. He raised his hand and threw the newspaper at her. Sarah covered her face expecting to her beaten. Before she looked up the door was closed and that fat man had left the room. 

Sarah scrambled to the newspaper that had been thrown on the floor. The front page had a picture of her on it with the Princess Royal crown.  "PRINCESS SARAH'S CLAIM TO ITALYS THRONE TAKEN AWAY."  Was the subheading underneath the picture. Sarah felt a tear run down her face and started to shake. She continued reading the article. 

"Her Majesty Queen Mikolina Leone De Medici today abdicated her granddaughter (HRH Princess Sarah Leone De Medici) claim to the Italian royal throne. It has been said since the princess disappearance two months ago is a sign of her running away from ruling Italy. HRH Princess Sarah was expecting to be married before her nineteenth birthday so she could take over ruling Italy once her Grandmother the Queen would step down. As of today the Princess has been stripped of all of her royal/noble titles, also all Palaces and privatest owned property's of the Princess have been taken by the Italian royal family. Sarah's privately owned eight bedroom mansion in Chelsea, London has also been reclaimed. All bank accounts and credit cards have been frozen till Sarah has been found, But from now on HRH Princess Sarah is no longer a princess, and is to be known as Sarah Leone. Her historic noble name of De Medici has also been stripped from her."

Sarah looked at the words and started to cry. She had to get out of her and sort this out, she still had a month till her nineteenth birthday, she had to get out of this prison. Sarah stood up and walked over to the window and looked out to the stars.Sarah looked at the newspaper again and looked at where it was from. "Glasgow Gazette" She was in Scotland. See looked out the window and looked at the country her other grandmother rained over. She was still a Princess of Great Brittian.