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Chapter Nine

Sorry ya'll! I know that you haven't seen to much of Willa...so here she is!! I hope you like the chapter!

Willa's POV:

I woke up with a start.

"That's it!" I said excitedly, "I'll get a job at the castle!" I rolled onto my side and looked into Cookie's eyes, "We're gonna be okay, Cookie. Our future is looking brighter by the second. King Turner's dead, the Princess is coming to the throne. And the best part is...I might have a job by tonight!" I looked over at my bedside clock. It read 7:30 AM. Hurriedly, I hopped out of bed to start getting ready, choosing a cream blouse and black dress pants, paired with black ankle boots.

"Interviews start at 8:45. I have to go," I muttered to myself as I checked my watch after disregarding makeup and doing my hair. Well, by doing my hair, I mean roughly dragging a brush through it.

After a twenty minute drive, I finally made it to the castle gates, I parked the car and hopped out to go get in line for an interview for Soon-To-Be Queen's assistant, "Oh, dear," I sighed, eyeing the roughly 75 people long line, "But what choice do I have?" So, against my better judgement, I got into the incredibly long line.

At exactly 8:45, Princess Charlene appeared in the doorway, flanked by three guards on each side. We all sucked in a collective gasp when we laid eyes on her. She was much more beautiful than the newspaper suggested. She had dark, sandy blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Her eyelashes were longer than anyone else's that I have ever met. The Princess had a flawless complection and all of her features were perfectly placed. And her figure was another thing entirely. 5'5 of gorgeous. Everything attached to her was perfectly proportioned, from her toes to her long, slender fingers. A blue and green ombre dress complemented her perfectly, the rhinestones that covered from the princess cut up sparkled in the sunlight. Her Highness's expression was as serious's as a stone. Her first step onto the grass in perfect view of all of us, flashed her strappy silver heels. As if about to whisper an incantation, she played with her fingers.

The Princess was a frightening looking woman, but it was her cold voice that made us all tremble, "If you wish to leave, do so now, because once the sorting is complete, only I will hold the power to release you back to your homes," My eyes widened. Maybe the Second Province wouldn't be so terrible after all. No, Willa, I reprimanded myself. This is your home.

Intimidatingly, the Princess looked each of us in the eye and, seeing none of us had made a move to flee her presence, glided over to the first woman in line, "Name please."

"Cassandra Black," Cassandra's voice shook.

Her Highness nodded and continued down the line until she came to the last person. Me. 

The woman obviously had never been introduced to the concept of personal space, as she was less than two feet away from me. Her closeness caused me to tremble even more violently than I was before.

"Name," she said boredly, as if not expecting to find importance with me.

"Isabella Angelo."

The Princess stepped back and eyed me up and down. With a wave of her hand, she commanded, "Come."

I blinked, surprised. She turned on her heel and walked back into the doorway where she glanced back over her shoulder at the line of wannabees, "Oh," she said, as if an afterthought, "You all are dismissed. See you next Thursday."

Then, without a thought, she briskly walked into the room and sat at a desk, across from two hard looking chairs. She gestured to the one one the left and, obediently, I sat down.