Royal Affection

CHAPTER TWO - Red Hair

       I thought 'd write this chapter anyway! I was bored at my brother's house so I began to write this!

_____________________________________________________________________________

                                         C H A P T E R  - T W O

"I don't understand," groaned Joe who'd taken off his black jacket and jumped down onto my bed, getting violent scowls off Maria. "You're going to London, and we're going with you?"

His finger flickers to himself and at Maria several times. I nod, unzipping my empty suitcase and laying out the possible clothes to take with me.

"Yes, Maria to take care of me and you to keep me safe," I say, throwing in my flannel shirt.

"I understand that, but the king agreed? You've always pestered him about the photography stuff and he'd always said no," cuts in Maria, quickly grabbing the flannel shirt and folding it neatly into my suitcase. 

I shrug my shoulders and sit by Joe. Henry had grabbed my laptop from under my pillow, turning it on.

"I think he understood something for the first time," I say, "I think when my mother said she gave up her dream, it reminded of him of his dream as a child. He understood that I was growing up and I had no freedom."

Maria smiles followed by loud sighs. She rubs her temples then returning to packing my bags.

"Well then we have a week to get ready, oh goodness, a whole year? A whole year without the Princess of Denmark in her country." She goes on.

"I think Father will sort that out, tell them I'm going to a boarding school or something, travelling maybe." I suggest. He couldn't tell the people of Denmark where exactly where I was going, it was for my safety.

"Looks like a nice place," came Henry's voice. I spun around in shock, almost forgetting he was here. He turns the laptop around and my eyes look at a picture of a building, the big irons gates open, showing the red bricks that make up the school, the vast windows, the gardens. It moved onto another picture, a slideshow I think. This time we were at the school entrance, huge doors and the building looked very modern with an edge of vintage. It looked magnificent. Another picture appeared, it showed the interior now, the long corridors, the lockers, huge windows letting the sunlight shine in.

"Ehh, looks like a decent school," Joe slapped his thigh and stood up. "I guess I'll go pack and say goodbye to my mother," he faked a sob, "She'll be heartbroken that I have to leave." He gives a smile before he dissapears out of the room. Joe's mum was incredibly sweet and loved Joe, but all her kids were abroad, so I don't think she'll mind much if Joe goes to London for a year.

"Well me too, make sure you pack properly," Maria points a finger at me. I nod vigourously before she leaves too.

I get up, picking up my tank top, folding it as best as I could.

"I'll miss you when you're gone," says Henry. I give a little laugh. "I'll miss you two, but I'll never have this chance again, I can't just let it go." I explain, picking up my baby blue, penguin printed pyjamas. I might be 17 but I loved pyjamas like these.

"I get it, I'm not stopping you and maybe I could visit sometime," he beams and I smile back. He shuffles off the bed, closing my laptop. He comes over and gives me a one arm hug. Henry was two years older than me, he acts like my big brother and I honestly wish he really was. It's not fun being an only child. My parents said that I could have had a sister when I was 5 but after a miscarriage, they gave up because they couldn't deal with the hurt after it. So it was me and only me from then on. But being a only child didn't make me the spoilt, Princess, it made me honest, human and a dreamer.

"I have to leave now, God knows what Dads up to," he chuckles and I smile too. He leaves by messing up my hair as if I'm a child. I just stick my tongue out until I'm left in the room alone.

I sighed to myself when I felt something moving around my ankles. I look down and grin. I scoop up Mr. Kitty into my hands, stroking him as he purrs affectionately "We're going to London Mr. Kitty," I whisper ever so slowly.

***

"I don't feel so good," Maria looked green, a really bad green colour flushed her face. She looked like she'd throw up any minute.

"We've only just lifted off, don't tell me you'll barf all the way to London," grumbles Joe, tilting his head back.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be barfing all over you," warn Maria with a scowl. Joe cowers away, inching closer to me. We three sat together and I got the window seat. It was my first time out of Denmark so flying was a completely new experience. Nevertheless I loved it, but I couldn't say the same for Maria. She'd shot up and left to go to the toilet.

"So do we have an apartment to stay at?" I ask Joe. He nods, extracting papers from his jacket.

"Yup, a three bedroom apartment, nice place." He shows me a picture of it. I mumble in agreement when I look outside. The plane gliding alongside the clouds. My camera sat on my lap. I raised it to my eye and clicked the serene sight of the fluffy clouds.

"I better go check on Maria," Joe groans, leaving me on my own.

I mumble and take another picture as the clouds thin and I see the green fields. I turn and see a little girl playing on her nintendo DS. I think she sensed my eyes on her because her beautiful green ones looked at me. They glowed excellently, and they drew me in. She smiled, a cute little dimple forming on her cheek. I smiled back, lifting my camera and taking a picture as her red hair flowed down her shoulder and her eyes stood out. She giggled and waved at me. I bit my lip, waving nervously back at her. My view was blocked my someones back. The stranger blocking my view was chatting with the girl, squeezing past her to their seat. He sat down, snatching the DS off the girl and she folded her arms crossly. The boy had blonde hair with some brown highlights. He looked about my age and his eye were blue, nothing like the little girls. I assumed they are brother and sister. I craned my neck and looked down the line of seats. I saw a lady, the same red hair and I could almost see her pupils glowing like the little girls did. It was clear that was her mother, the boy probably took after his dad.

I gave up and leaned back down. Joe came back with a very poorly looking Maria clutching his hands.

I pull a face but quickly disguise it as a sorry look. Maria looked terrible but I felt guilty for bringing her on the plane.

"She okay?" I ask. Maria mutters something sitting down in the middle and leaning her head on Joe's shoulder. I turn my head away, waiting for the hours to pass so we can land and Maria can get better. But mostly to get to the London Arts Academy that starts on Monday. I couldn't be more thrilled if I tried.

____________________________________________________________________________

So, what you think? I was bored and decided to write the next chapter for this. Anything you picked up from this? ;) Anyway, please vote and comment! I would mean so much :) Thanks x