Heart of a Princess

Duties of a Royal

"Harmony, good heavens, where is that child?" Shouted my mother. "Always disappearing when she has duties as a princess." She said with annoyance in her voice.

I came walking toward her with my head held high, my hands placed gracefully together at my waist; just as I had been taught since I could walk, this is the look of a future queen, however, with a slightly un princess-like attire.

"Yes, Mother, what do you want now," I said, walking toward her in my training clothes. I was smiling inside like the Cheshire Cat; I knew I wasn't supposed to be training but attending Harp lessons with my music teacher.

"Young lady, we have things to discuss, such as your coronation and your visit with Ammar next month, and arrangements need to be made, and why, for God's sake, would you be in your training clothes right now?" She brushed it off, shaking her head.

She was irritated; Good. I thought

"Whatever the case, go get in proper attire and get downstairs; you have 1 hour." Said Eleonora. I began walking towards my bedroom when I was stopped by one of my ladies-in-waiting.

"Your Highness, there is a letter for you from Prince Ammar." Said Mirabella with a smirk on her smug face. She handed the letter to me, and I read silently.

Dearest Harmonia,

I can't believe how close we are to the date we shall finally meet. I have many exciting things planned for us to get to know each other. The updated portrait you sent intrigues me, but I can only imagine how much more beautiful you are in person. Our time together will bring our courtship to new heights. Forever yours and you mine.

Your Prince, Ammar

Sure, he was charming, handsome, and good with words, but so was Henry the 8th. He was handsome, had six wives, and was good with words until he got tired of his wife, only to find another. I shall see who he truly is when we meet. My thoughts were interrupted when my mother yelled, "What are you doing still standing there? Go change for the council meeting and your birthday dress fitting; I will not repeat myself a third time!"

I salute and walk towards my room.

According to the previous council meeting, I'm supposed to meet Prince Ammar 1 year before my coronation to set up the wedding and discuss the necessary details between combining our two countries. So in two weeks, I will be engaged. We would spend a week together and do all the pre-wedding festivities. I've been filling my schedule to avoid meeting him. The more I put it off, the farther it gets pushed; at least, that's what I hoped for. I'm not ready to be someone's breeder. I'm 17 and do not want to marry out of obligation or in a rush.

I would see who he truly is when I meet him. I turned 18 tomorrow and would have to see Ammar 2 weeks later. So plenty of fittings were lined up for evening gowns, introductions, and my engagement party. I began the long walk to my living quarters past the drawing room and around the corner from my handmaiden's room. They have been with me since I was 5 years old. They were the girls I grew up with and shared the troubles of being a princess. They shared every triumph and every sadness with me. They, indeed, were the best friends a person could have.

Katheryn was a brunette with long hair to her waist, green eyes, and a heart-shaped face. She was gorgeous and was a total harlot, and she knew it and had no problem with how she carried herself. I envied her when it came to being able to kiss whoever she wanted and sleep with whomever she pleased. She had slept with many of the king's guardsmen and wore dresses that showed her breasts on purpose to lure her next guy in, but she was one of my best friends, and I loved her for everything she was. She may be a common whore to everyone else, but she was my Kat. She's a good friend, and I would not change a thing about her. She used her sexual wiles to get everything she wanted, and often that included information for me.