The Converse Princess

8- All About It

      My grandmother was a great listener. We sat in the garden for at least two hours, talking about my home and my friends and Cadets and everything.

Eventually she had to leave for an important conference in France for a week. "You are in charge Kaylin, of course there will be advisors to help if something comes up, but remember you have the highest say, show them what kind of queen you will be," is what she had said before walking off.

Now, I sat in my rooms, throwing my phone up and down, repeatedly catching it. Until it started buzzing, a ringtone going off and causing me to jump and allow it to smack me in the face.

In the process I must have hit the accept button because someone was chuckling on the other end. I groaned loudly, picking it up and staring at Isaac. FaceTime, of course. I smiled crazily, sitting up.

The maids were running about the room, trying to get the last things sorted and cleaning a bit. "Hey, didn't I only see you yesterday?" Quirking a brow I stand and push off my bed, walking to the window sill seat and sitting down.

Isaac chuckles and nods, saying; "Yes, but is it a sin to say hello to the girl I love?" The maids kind of froze but comminuted cleaning. I chuckled, pulling away my hair.

"No, I suppose not. Hey, guess what? My grandmother left for a week to France today and I'm in charge of everything! Isn't that cool? I mean it's nerve racking but it's awesome! Oh! You should see this place! My room along is as big as the arena, and the gardens are huge! You should visit, along with the others." I was rambling, I didn't want to think about how far he was, that I couldn't hug him right now, so I was rambling about random stuff to distract myself.

      Isaac chuckles again, nodding his head. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Christmas is just around the corner, maybe we could come then, since your birthday is only a few days after."

October was almost ending, meaning Ethan would be having his birthday, and then a month later, four days after Christmas it would be my birthday. I smiled at the phone, nodding my head.

I was about to say something, ask about home, when a knock came through the door and an advisor walked in. "Your highness, you are needed in the main foyer,"

I sighed, smiling sheepishly at Isaac. "I'm sorry, I've got to go, they need me for something." Isaac, smiling, nodded.

"I love you," he says, eyes sparkling with the words. He seemed so happy saying it aloud, so proud almost. My eyes flicker the wall with pictures of family and friends the picture of us from photo day.

"I love you to, I'll call you when I can. Bye,"

The maids and advisor had stopped to stare at me, eyes wide as I pushed my phone into a jean pocket. "What?" I ask, standing and walking to my door.

"Who was that, your highness?" The advisor asked, eye twitching.

"Oh, someone from home, Isaac." I sighed happily. "I really really like him, and so does he." The advisor grabbed my shoulders and shook me, literally.

"You can't go around saying 'I love you' to someone without royal blood or a royal title your highness! It is forbidden, understand? You are not allowed to love someone unless they are Royal!"

I push his hands off my shoulders and stand up straight, holding my chin up at him. He stepped away, shocked at the fury in my eyes. The burning rage, how could someone tell me I can't love who I want?

"Watch your tongue, you are speaking to the crown Princess of this country. You have no place to tell me what I can and can not do, understand? You are here if I need an answer to something, not to tell me who I can love. I can love whomever I want. Now please, show me to the foyer." I felt the madness in myself, my hands balling into fists in rage.

He gulped, nodded and bowed before shuffling from the room quickly. I looked back at the maids, smiling awkwardly. They smiled widely and held up their thumbs, mouthing 'good job'.

      I follow the advisor down the halls, he seemed less confident and scared almost; his shoulder we hunched, face scrunched up and feet shuffling against the spotless floor.

      We finally enter the foyer, where a package is waiting. The man holds out a clip board for me to sign, which I do and then study the box. Who was it from, and who was it for?

The advisor clears his throat, motioning to the packaged box. Slowly I walk over and pull it apart, peering over the edge and looking inside. Another box, this time wrapped in silver with a green ribbon and bow. I smiled; Slytherin colours, who could have known?

I grab the box, sit on the floor- much to the advisors dismay- and rip the gift open like it was Christmas morning and I was four. Inside was a box, something like a jewelry box or a music box.

I grab it, lifting it up slowly. The coolness of it was almost burning, but nice. I jump up, and run back to my room to open the box.

Sitting down, bursting with excitement and jumping around, I finally lift up the lid- only to find it's locked. Was there a key in the box? No, I hadn't seen one. Puzzled I start looking around, kind of stupidly.

As I was looking around I bumped into the box and made it fall over, and lo-and-behold the key had been tapped to the bottom. The key itself was a musty old thing, with hard ragged edges and an outdated design. It was a silver, faded but bright and shining with the sunlight hinting of its edges.

      I pull it off, sit on the ground and place it in the whole. Turning it, it clicked. I pulled it out, excitement building up in my stomach. I lift the lid, awed.

      Inside it was a music box, a ballerina spinning around and playing a soft tune. She was dressed in a lime-white bodice and green tutu, with classic pink pointe shoes. Her hair was a red-brown, pulled up into a bun with a green ribbon. The soft tune continued to play as I realized there was a note with my name on it.

       It was a simple note, wishing me luck and that they loved me, wished they could be here with me and somehow I knew who it was from. This was why Isaac called.

        Under the note was a necklace, on a silver chain were an angel wing, a gold feather and green emerald. I smiled, tied it around my neck and closed the box, setting it in my night stand.

      My hand brushed across the detailed top, and I couldn't stop smiling. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, because I knew he would always be there.