The next day I headed to the palace early so no one would see me, because I felt guilty about it. I shouldn't have felt guilty. This wasn't my fault. As I arrived two males greeted me, one was quite handsome and the other was a blonde boy about eleven or so, the handsome one seemed to take control and tried to lead me in. It took me a second before I realized, where they were leading me. I was too busy looking the handsome man up and down, studying his every feature. He was about 6'2" with dark brown hair, that became lighter when the sun hit it. Enchanting Blue eyes that stared into mine. He wore a white button-up with a navy blue tie. He had his coat folded over his arm. He took his arm in mine and escorted me in, not a word was said to break the awkward silence.
As the huge doors opened, new and exotic scents flooded my nose. It was warm even though it was a frigid morning. In front of me hundreds of servants, that looked foreign, rushed around a large white marble room.
A girl my age walks up to me with a tray of treats. She had a thick Italian accent. She first offered me food, then introduced herself as my handmaid. She looked behind me at the handsome man, "Shall I take over your. . . " she stops herself mid-sentence by covering her mouth with her hand as if she had almost said something incriminating. She began again, "I shall take you to your quarters Princess." We walked off to the right and turned into a small hallway. A couple feet in she stops and opens a door with a key attached to a ring with seven other keys on it. She directed me in. As I entered what was to be my new room in my new home I began to weep. "My princess! Oh, what is wrong??" My maid was so polite and it seemed like she actually cared.
Still sobbing I replied, "I can not take this beautiful room and luxurious life while the people who I come from are barely making enough to feed their children." Tears began to well up in my eyes. My maid pulled an embroidered handkerchief out of her pocket.
She dabbed my cheeks to soak up the tears that once resided in my eyes. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry Princess. I promise you will get used to your new life. It will take some time, but I believe you will understand royal life." My tears have begun to dry up. She removed her handkerchief from my cheek. As She folded it back up and slid it into her pocket, I hugged her and didn't let go. It took a second before she pushed me off. " Princess I must advise you against hugging commoners. I know you're new, but since you were chosen to be royalty, your life changed. Now you're different." The tears I thought had ceased had begun drowning my eyes again as she left the room. I thought about how different my life is going to become. How am I supposed to be a princess? I don't know anything about etiquette. There seems to be a lot I'm going to learn.
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FantasyShe gets her dream job right?? You thought so, but the royal family has other ideas. After being chosen as the future princess. Peasant turned princess becomes defiant and falls for another will the king behead him?? Or her??