Royally Arranged

Royally Arranged: Prolugue

This is the creation of the bad habit of mine.

But will I regret this child I created? No.

I'm sorry I'm being so Shakespeare-ish.

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Prologue

" She had not found any bachelor tonight! There's like 300 eligible bachelors just now in the ball room! It's outrages!" she yelled, pointing a finger to my father. He sighed and shook his head. " It takes time, Diana. Please." he mumbled loud enough fo me and her to hear.

We exactly know the she is who. It's not my fault anyway. Those eligible bachelors just wanted the number to my bank account. Mother taught me not to eavesdrop. And now, look where I am standing, almost to the creak of the staircase, listening secretly to their conversation.

" This won't do, Charles. It's a family tradition! Married at 18!" she shouted again, shaking her head, almost dropping the sparkling tiara on her head.

Married at eighteen. Who does that now anyway? it's the 21st century for goddess's sake!

" Have you seen dove, Henry?" I heard them asked in the hallway, gasping quietly, I pulled my gown up to my knees, picking up my heels and ran-as quietly as possible- to my room.

" I don't think so. She was in the ball room just now." another man said. The voices turned smaller and smaller as I ran. Fuck, where's my room? I know it's an unlady way to curse, as mother likes to call it. But who cares anyway? Its my mouth.

Finally reaching the brown, white door, I pushed it opened and flopped on my bed. " My, my, my, We finally found you, Miss!" Joe sighed in relieve, shaking his head at me. " Heya, Joey." I waved and stood up. He rolled his eyes at my nickname for him since I was a toddler and someone teased beside him. " Well hello, to you too, Miss." I rolled my eyes and turned to him. Making a face, I said," Where are the other's, Ben?" I asked. " Finding for you. You just flew away like a dove." he laughed quietly and made my bed.

" I did because you guys called me that." I stated and skipped to the ware robe. " This is only fair for us when we were ordered to called each royal with bird names." Joey chuckled and followed me while I picked up some sweats while they frowned at me. " Her Majesty won't approve that." he eyed at the clothing in my hands.

" Who cares anyway? I am sleeping in these, not dancing or drinking tea with the queen." I mumbled. " Funny," they said sarcastically and walked away to give me privacy. Changing my ball gown into simple sweats, I climbed back to the bed and my bodyguards lined up.

" Where's Felix?" I asked, confused as I only counted 13 in front of me.

" His majesty's study room."

I cringed and shook my head." All he did was just slacking, right? For 3 minutes!" I cried. " punishment is firing, Miss." Alec shook his head at me. I grimaced and said. " you guys must be uncomfortable in those monkey suits. Go change and you are dismissed. Great job guys." I smiled and they saluted and went away. " Oh and Henry, thanks for sneaking some flippers to me just now." I smirked and he winked back, walking back to their chamber.

Leaning back to my fluffy pillow, I sighed. What a night. Duchesses kept pushing their sons to me, men begging me to dance with them. And all of them I had rejected to marriage.. I grinned to myself.

Sigh. I am the second and the youngest child of Duchess Diana and King William. yep. I am a motherfucking princess.

And i hate it. Being a royal sucks. You can do nothing. I only stepped out of the kingdom ground for the 7th time. The kingdom walls were built firmly and 1200 feet to the air. How can I climb it with 60 guards guarding it 24 hours? You taught being princess rocks? Fuck no.

Rule number one, No wearing short skirts-to knee length- in the castle or anywhere. So, I never wore shorts or puffy short dresses. As in, you must wear a gown or at least a dress where ever you go. I never wore jeans no matter it is long or what. Only if mother accepts.

Rule number two, You can't go to school. Damn that's so good. Not! Its my dream to got to school and wear those ugly uniforms, hugging books, carrying a small bag, walking to your next class. Get scolded for brushing your hair profusely and get a detention. Like you get that in here. Tutors of mine are super boring! They had the glum faces on every single day. Anyway, why bother talking 'bout them? Move on.

Rule numer three, 'public' doesn't exist in my world. I never been in a crowd before. Well, I had been only in one. That's another story to tell. Back to dumb rules. Wanna buy clothes? You have your own tailor here. Wanna cut your hair? You got a hairstylist just for you here. Wanna lick some ice-cream? You got your chef waiting patiently for you here.

Rule number four, only address mom and dad by Mother and Father or Your majesty. That's so stupid.

Rule number five, always place your right leg back, toes touching the ground only, hands taking your dress up slightly and bow your head past your hips and say:" Yes your majesty" and smile. That's like so many generations' curtsy! Its so old!

Rule number six, get married at 18.

Thats just a small list or important rules for me. A very small one. I never saw Mother smile before in my teenage years. It faded away and she turned stern.

I am 'comfortable' at almost every rule beside the fifth rule. Who else get married at 18! I asked that to my Father before, but he just told me:" Now, either you found you true love or you get married to someone unknown." That creep me till now. Someone unknown!

See why I don't like being a princess?

Mother and Father called me Arabella, my middle name-which I hate it, no reasons-. I am still questioning my names for them. If they wanted to call me AraBella, why don't they put it in the first name? Weird parents I guess. Or could I say, Weird traditions? My bodyguards called me dove. They called my parents sparrow and eagle. Its like that. So something happens, they will be like:" Sparrow is injured! I repeat! Sparrow is injured" and hundreds of people came rushing to save a 'sparrow'.

I was 'jailed' in my own kingdom where no freedom exsist. I argued that before with my parents and it heated. I even yelled - which was forbidded in the castle grounds - and was sent to my room for the rest of the day. Thank god it's night when the arguements started. I just wanted a tinest bit of freedom. Is that so hard? Maybe I did something terribly wrong in my After life and was chosen for the hell way.

Damn, I wish I could wear short skirts, laughing in the streets of England, surrounded by people, listening to a concert or Micheal Buble. Life's hard. But then, I am not the one who's freezing to death out in the winter cold. I do tell the bodyguards of mine to send some 'wore out' coats for the beggers in the streets nearby. How I wish I could sent them myself.

Sighning, I pulled my knees up for a while and tucked my head between them. Sighing again, I pulled my covers to my body and drifted to slumber.

Life's sucks, then you die.

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Chapter One completed!

Jane:)