5,781 Miles Apart

Chapter Nine

Adalheida's POV 

"Adalheida! Adalheida! It's time to wake up." Calls a voice. I realize that it was Gaelle. I wearily  open my eyes and look at the clock beside my bed. It reads 4:03 o'clock.

I sit up and look at my friend who was already dressed for the day. "How are you already up?" I question.

"Practice." She responds simply, bending over to pick something up off the ground. "I have your outfit layed out. Something comfortable as well as something to change into when we greet the Illéans."

I stand up and walk over to the table where she said she laid out my clothes. I am surprised by what I see. "More jeans!" I yell, overly excited.

Gaelle beams. "I got special permission from your mother."

"Thank you!" I exclaim and run over to hug her.

She hugs me back and says, "Hurry up now. You have to be dressed in thirty minutes. You'll have breakfast on the plane."

"Okay." I respond and pick up the jeans and he other clothes and shoes.

I quickly pull up the jeans and relish the feel of he denim on my legs. I pull on the sweater and put on the scarf and my shoes. They told us to expect warm weather in Angeles, but it's still pretty chilly here.

The outfit Gaelle made is something I won't mind wearing. In fact, I may even enjoy it. She laid out a high rise yellow skirt that ends just under the knee as well as a fitted navy blue top that shows off my shoulders. She didn't match it with heavy jewelry and even said I didn't have to wear makeup unless I wanted to.

Starting out as a great day.

"I'm going downstairs! See you in a few." I call.

"Okay." She replies and I skip out the door, stopping to greet the gaurd.

"Good morning, Officer Hübner!" I chirp.

"Good morning, Your Highness." He says.

"You can call me Adalheida. You've been my personal gaurd since I was a baby. You want to come with me downstairs?" I ask.

"Not today, Princess. I didn't make the cut for the trip." He replies.

My jaw drops. "How?" I ask, confused.

He shrugs. "I'm not sure. Be sure to work on your English on the plane." He says.

"I will." I reply and hug him. "I'll miss you!" I call as I walk away.

"I'll miss you too!" He calls. "Stay away from boys!"

"Yeah, right." I joke and walk down the hall and stairs and leave with my family on the Royal Jet.
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"Adalheida," says my mother. I immediately snap my head up. "Will you please call General Schreave and tell him we are two hours into the flight and that we are sorry we didn't call earlier."

"Okay." I say, taking the portable phone from her hand.

"The phone number is already in there." She calls, her eyes concentrating on a piece of paper.

I press the green button and wait as the phone rings. "Hello?" Asks a deep, distinctly male voice.

I clear my throat, thinking of how I need to word what I need in English. "Hello. This is Princess Adalheida. My mother told me to make this call to tell you that we are two hours into our flight and that she is very sorry that this call was not made earlier." I make a wish that he does not wish to engage in further conversation.