A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS

Chapter 3

Claire's POV:

Oh bother! This may take a while....

"It's fine, Claire. We might as well do our duties here. This ballroom is big enough for the whole England to come here, anyway." My father said

I nodded. It's fine anyways, they probably need to agree with every changes they make of me. Not trying to make an argument here, it might hurt my image. If I have an image, that is.

"Claire, may I speak with you?" Charlotte requested.

"Ofcourse."

We went to this corner that only the two of us could hear each other.

"Are you sure you're going to do this?" She asked.

"Ofcourse. This is my dream, Charlotte. You knew that."

"I'm just making sure. The world is such a pain in the arse. I don't want to see you getting hurt." Aweee, Charlotte is such a great friend and a royal adviser. I love her.

"Charlotte, I love you okay? I'm not going to get hurt just trust me on this besides, you're going to America anyway giving me my lessons."

"Right, ofcourse... I knew that." She said but I knew she didn't know that she was also going to America a few times.

I chuckled. " Ofcourse, You did."

"A princess must never roll her eyes ever again, Your Highness." She said.

"Ofcourse, My Lady. A princess never do such a thing! How Horrid!." I said and we both had a few laughs.

"YOUR HIGHNESS! CARE TO START THIS?" One person shouted.

"NO SHOUTING IN THE BALLROOM!" Charlotte said and I chuckled.

"Let's do this!" I said.

*An hour later*

"No definitely no, Mother." I said.

"You have to do it, Elizabeth. Your Mother said to do it." My father said.

"But Father, dyeing my hair blonde?!"

"Did you just yelled at me, young lady?" My father asked in a serious tone.

"Ofcourse not, Father. I shall never do such a thing, didn't I agree to this arrangement?" I said in an angelic manner. Okay, I shall not try to make an argument, I had enough arguments this week.

"May I speak, Your majesty?" Charlotte asked.

"You have already spoken, Charlotte." My father said. I rolled my eyes. He's a sarcastic one, ain't he?

"Enough with the formalities, Charlotte. You might as well be part of the family." My mother said.

Charlotte chuckled, "Ofcourse, Your Majesties. May I suggest something hazel brown-colored? Some highlights? And maybe some extensions? It is truly "trending" for adolescents these days." She said.

"hmmmm, that truly sounds fabulous." My mother said while looking at me.

"But mum, I love my bob hair! I don't want it to be long, it's too hot! And I got to tie my hair! It's so much work!"

"I suppose you might want the paparazzi to swarm in your school, eh?" My mother said.

I sighed in defeat. Ofcourse, the freaking paparazzi. We're the royal family after all.

"Maybe some bangs, Charlotte?" My mother suggested.

"What?! No?!" I said as I grab a hold of my light brown locks of hair.