Secretly Royalty

Ten- Greyson

School went surprisingly well. Even Josh's horrid friend JC seemed to be civil, and that's all I could ask from her. Everything was great and Josh walked me home.

I invited him in to do homework together, but when my mum came out from her room, I could sense her disapproval.

"Have you spoken to Greyson recently?" She asked as she began to prepare lunch. I felt like the wind was knocked out of me.

"I spoke to him last night. He's well," I told her before turning my attention back to Josh. He proceeded explaining the problem we were working on for maths, but I could tell he was curious.

"It's not right for you to avoid your boyfriend, Victoria."

"Mum... don't." I turned to look at her, and she was standing there looking back at me.

"Boyfriend?" Josh said, I could sense his hurt.

"We broke up," I blurted. Instantly regretting it. Is ruining things with Greyson really worth what could be with Josh? I've only known him for two days.

"Oh?" My mom raised an eyebrow at me. "Why is that?"

"Just drop it mum."

"Hey, Tori, my grandma needs me. I'll see you at school tomorrow," Josh said as he began to pack in a rush. I'd rush out of here if I were him too. After he packed, I walked him out.

"Why did you do that?" I turned to my mum.

"You're not here to snog the first boy who pays a little attention to you. You're a princess, but you seem to have lost sight of that."

"Excuse me? Josh and I are just friends mum. I know you don't really have any, but that doesn't mean that I have to go down that path." I felt my anger begin to settle.

"Mind yourself Victoria. I am your mother."

"No, you're a queen. It's always been the title before me when it comes to you."

"You're being childish. You know that's not true," she rolled her eyes.

"You're so dense mother. Do you think for a second that I don't know that being with Greyson was for the monarchy? I know Greyson isn't who he portrays himself to be to me. I know that you and Alex set us up so his line doesn't end. I know that any decision you've made that regards me has been for what would make you look best." I expected this to become a screaming match, but instead there's tears running down my face.

"Oh hunny... I didn't know you felt like that," she walked over to me. I pushed her away when she tried to hug me.

"It's because you don't care, mum. You never did." After that, I grabbed my phone and key and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

For years I've had this great sense of loneliness from all these suppressed feelings. I would envy the girls at my school who would brag about their mums being their best friend. I would even envy the girl who complained about how her and her mum always butted heads. Because me and my mum have always just been two people in the same royal house.

We've never had a relationship. We were always the queen and princess before mum and daughter. A girl needs her mum, but instead, I had royal consultants.

I still don't really know my way around, but I managed to stumble across a park. Wiping away the tears, I sat down on the swing and slowly began to rock myself back and forth.

Now I'm really all alone.

(A/N: I just started college, and I find that writing before I go to bed is a nice way to unwind after the day. Let's see how long this will last.)