Ariana's Royal Adventure.

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｢｢A R I A ｣｣

"Ariana Simisola Oluwafemi, you better wake up fast! Do you want us to be late for church?" My stepmother, queen Bisola called, using my full name.

Holy mother of cheesecake! I over slept again! Jesu protect my soul.

I quickly sprinted up and ran into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me. If my stepmother found out that I over slept she would make sure I do fifty frog jumps, let's just say I have a strict stepmother, and on the other hand my father is laid back and goofy.

Most royal families would have maids all over but I loved my privacy, the only time the maids come over to my chamber is when I press the bell, positioned next to my bed. Being a princess came with responsibilities, I always had to be perfect, from my hair down to my toes.

"Yes ma! I'm taking a shower," I lied still taking my clothes off, whilst the shower ran.

Enh, taking a shower ko taking a shower ni, my subconscious mind butted in.

"Oya, hurry up. You know your father won't wait for you."

In about ten minutes I was dressed up in a long floral dress, I took my bag and put in my bible, quickly I ran downstairs, and met my parents just about to open the front door.

They were about to leave me! Hm, there is God o.

"Ah madam Aria, you would have flown to church," my father, King Oluwafemi said, looking at me. . . Probably calculating what I was wearing.

"Look at your dress like parachute. Come on let's go." He was such a tease, I laughed at the thought of my dress looking like a parachute, but I knew he was only trying to play around.

I loved my family, especially my father, he always made me laugh plus he isn't as strict as my stepmother. . . I guess that's why I'm a daddy's girl, even when my real mother was alive. My loving stepbrother, prince Joshua rolled his eyes then proceeded his greeting, "good morning to you too Aria."

Joshua was the family pet, always being mischievous with his crazy shenanigans. He is 17 years old and was soon going to be king.

After a few hours, my father's Range Rover sports made its way back into the palace, which was in the heart of Masdin, my father was indeed the king of Masdin, a large city populated with about a million people. The people of Masdin loved my father, who wouldn't? He was kind, generous and always willing to help.

My father quickly ordered for lunch, both my parents didn't really enjoy English meals, instead they preferred spicy Nigerian dishes.

Typical Nigerian parents.

"Let's go have lunch, and celebrate your last day in our house," my father spoke.

Today was my last day, living with my parents, I have spent 24 years under their roof and I finally want to have freedom. . . Not that I didn't get what I wanted, I just wanted to be much more comfortable, besides I was now a big girl.

As we walked into the dinning hall, I was greeted by the delicious aroma of moi-moi, I could also perceive the aroma of suya.

I smiled at Vera, my favorite maidservant, she cooked the best meals ever. . . Well apart from my mother and myself of course, my step mother has never cooked for us before, she always says that she isn't a cook, that's what the cooks and maids are for.