The Lost Princess

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty
After spending an hour with Saxon, I was excited for a few hours of peace. Saxon went on and on about the rules and regulations of this place, along with the long list of royals I would have to memorize. He promised to make me a list of their names, their importance, and their powers for me to memorize. I have every intention of using it as a cheat sheet, but he doesn't need to know that.

Rowan won't be calling for me to start training for at least another hour or two, so my plan is to go back to my room for a nice long hot bath. Of course, my plans never go how I want them to. While we were walking to my room, Cameron stopped walking. I ran straight into his back and bit my lip in the process.

"Cameron, what the hell," I growled, rubbing my sore lip.

He didn't respond.

"Cameron," I questioned as I walked around his body so that I could be directly in front of him. His eyes were glazed over, as if someone was in his head.

A shiver ran down my spine, knowing that this can't be good. Before I could go call for help, he snapped out of it. He shook his head as if dizzy, and then smiled at me apologetically.

"Sorry, the queen was talking to me. She wants you to come meet her in her room."

"Wait, the queen talked to you," I questioned.

Cameron nodded. "She's telepathic. Whenever she gives orders, it's usually in our heads."

I sighed. So much for my bath.

Cameron turned around and started heading us in the opposite direction of my room. I looked at it longingly before following him to the queen's chambers. Despite knowing all my life that my mother is a queen, it's still hard to wrap my head around. The thought of having to walk into the queen's chambers to see my mother is still daunting. She's so important and powerful, in turn making me important and powerful. Yet I still feel anything but. 

Once we were at the doors of her room, Cameron stepped aside and leaned against the wall. "I'll be here when you get out."

I nodded and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. I heard an authoritative "come in" before the doors swung open on their own. I know enough about my powers at the moment to know that it was not me that did that, but her.

Every time I see her, it's shocking. She's just so beautiful. But not only that, she looks like a queen. Not just in the way she dresses, which is elegant gowns with a crown always perched on her head, but the way she carries herself. She could be wearing a garbage bag and yet everyone in the room would know she is a queen. It's a lot to live up to.

She sat on one of the long couches against the back wall, and she beckoned for me to come sit beside her. I did so, but a little slowly and a lot unsurely. I still don't quite know how to act around her.

"You don't have to walk on eggshells around me," she informed me as I sat down.

"I'm sorry," I informed her, knowing full well that I wouldn't stop anytime soon. She seemed to know too, because she sighed deeply.

"It's times like this where I regret a lot of my decisions. You are my daughter and yet we are strangers in every way of the word," she stated as she pushed her long, pale blonde hair off of her shoulder.

I nodded, agreeing with her. It is weird that this is my mother and yet all she feels like to me is the queen. But what other choice did she have? Her only other option was to give me to my father, and in that case we'd probably still be strangers. Enemies, even. Who knows who I would have been in that case.