Damn Straight, Your Highness

Chapter 1 - Goodbyes suck.

Just want to say, this is my first story that I've continued to write on Wattpad and will most probably go through major edits at some point.

I hope you enjoy :)

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I looked up at the two men beside me, glaring at them as tears streak down my face. They both looked sorry and sympathetic, but that wouldn't make me forgive them. How could they do such a thing? I had known Mason and Carson my entire life and now they were going to take me away from my parents?

I was furious, upset.

My parents had only just got back from their 1 week trip to America. They didn't tell me they were going and it certainly wasn't known to the public. It was a top security trip, that they couldn't even tell their own daughter about.

I looked back up to my mother and father, the tears rolling out, like hot liquid falling down my face.

"Why?" My voice echoed through the marble walls, sounding as hollow as I felt.

It was the only question I had for them. I looked at my mother. The mother who raised me, loved me my entire life, could barely look at me now. Her eyes were glassy, a single tear streamed down her face.

I turned to my Father, searching for an answer. My vision was blurred from all the tears. To think only an hour ago I was on top of the world, infatuated with my book, thinking everything was fine.

"I'm sorry, Anna. But you have to trust us. Your leaving is the safest possible thing we can do. If you want to protect yourself, your mother and I and this country, then you must do as we say." He stepped down towards me placing a hand on my shoulder. His face was sad, a frown on his lips, but he was hopeful I would agree to leave.

I stared at the new wooden floor, not wanting to look at him. The intricate detail of the wooden floor attempted to distract me from my father.

I didn't want to leave. It was perfect here. My country of Aystra was beautiful and leaving it felt impossible. I was almost 18, I was going to get my own car without anyone having to drive me around, I had friends here. I had grown up here. They wouldn't just take that all away from me. They couldn't.

My father lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him but I left my eyes looking to the ground. He ran his thump under my eye, wiping tears from my face. "My dear, you must understand your not safe here. Please, I beg of you, go with Carson and Mason."

I hated seeing my father upset. He was always such a joyful person that to see him upset put a whole cloud of dread over me. I felt nauseous and dizzy, leaving would be so hard.

Whatever the reason was for me having to leave, it must've been important. It's part of my responsibility for the country to do everything in my power to protect them, that's what it meant to be a royal. So if protecting the country means leaving, then that's what I have to do. It's what I will do.

I wrapped my arms around him burying my face like a little girl. I didn't know how I'd last not being with my parents. "Okay. I... I'll do it. I'll leave." I trembled.

"Never be afraid. Go head on with a strong head and a brave heart." He whispered pointing to my forehead and chest.

I looked up at him. He gave me a small but sad smile, I could see it killed him to make me leave.

I looked towards my mother who came running over to me with her arms out, the tears streaming down her face immensely. She hugged me, I never wanted to let go, nor did she. "I'm so sorry we have to do this, Anna." She sobbed. "Just know we love you and you will be safe with Mason and Carson."

Where would I be going? Who would I be going with? How long would I be gone for?

I reluctantly let go of my mother when Carson spoke, interrupting my fuzzed thoughts.

"I hate to do this, Your Highness, but we must leave. Now." Carson informed, emphasising the word 'now'.

My mother looked towards him and nodded, depressingly. She turned away from me with a pained look on her face. Emotional moments weren't her forte.

I took a deep breath, attempting to slow my crying down. I had to get past the tears. I were to leave for my country, for my parents and for me. I needed to stop crying.

I stood back from my mother and father and towards Mason and Carson who watched on with stone faces.

They were my body guards and weren't allowed to show emotion or whatever. I used to always try to get them to laugh when they were on formal duties but they barely ever budged with only a small smile on rare occasions. I've known them my entire life, they both had protected me my entire life.

I gave one last hug to both my parents. Time fighting against me. Mason informed me that the plane I was to catch was scheduled to leave in 10 minutes, they really never gave me warning with anything.

Turning my back away from the now closed doors that contained my parents, I recomposed myself and attempted to put on a strong face.

We headed towards the front door where Charles, the driver, was waiting with my already packed bags. I watched as Mason picked them up and headed out the front first. I sighed. Dry tears still stuck to my face and fresh ones wanting to break free as I took one last look at our house. I touched the wall, viewing a picture of our family up on the wall as I mentally said goodbye.

"Ca... Carson?" I looked up at his strong build. "Does my face look okay? It doesn't look like I've been crying does it?" I reached up towards my eyes and wiped my face clean of any tears.

"No, you look fine princess." He reassured me.

"Thank god. The media would have a field day." I laughed slightly. There was a hole in my stomach sinking lower and lower as I got closer to leaving.

I took a deep breath in and hesitantly walked out the doors for what would be the last time in a long time.

The tall green hedges around our huge front yard stopped any paparazzi from taking pictures. It Didn't mean I couldn't hear their shutters of their cameras trying to get the greatest shot possible of the future queen. It bugged me that they were so infatuated. I wish they'd all get a life.

I sat in the car, blankly staring out the incredibly tinted windows watching the stupid paparazzi chase our black sedan. They usually gave up after 5 minutes of running with their heavy cameras.

I turned to Carson who was in the back of the sedan with me. "Can you tell me where we are going yet?" I asked, restlessly, sinking into the leather seat.

"I'm sorry princess, not until we are on the plane." He stated.

I sighed, frustrated, looking back outside the window.

We drove along the streets of our country. I smiled when I saw two children playing with their parents, nothing but loving smiles on their faces. I wish I could go back to that age.

The Civilians of Aystra looked so happy and peaceful, the birds even seemed to sing and dance by my window. I felt as if I was stuck inside this car of misery whilst outside was the happy free world. I was a prisoner, only able to look and not leave when I wished. Never able to join the happy people.

We arrived all to quick to the airport.

I was immediately shuffled around in multiple cars for apparent 'security reasons' then, finally, we had made it to our private plane.

The plane took off as I settled into my seat with Mason two seats over. Looking one last time at a photo of my parents, my brother and I, I sighed falling into a much needed deep slumber.

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Lucy Hale playing Anna

23 October, 2014