𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

Miss Aussie & The Heartbreak Prince

Josephine

I sit down on the metal bench, pretty tired from the long flight on my way here in Cambridge, England. I sighed, while holding my cart with my pieces of luggage.

I've had arrived here at Heathrow Airport.

Finally, I am here. I thought to myself as I look around my surroundings.

This is where my childhood dreams are going to begin; pursuing the career of being a doctor, like my parents; the little child of me just following the footsteps of her loving parents.

I both feel anxious and genuine happiness at the same time. It's going to be hard for sure, but I will try my best no matter what. Especially that I worked hard for this. I'd taken the scholarship entrance exam a month after my senior high school graduation, and then got my results two weeks before I came here to London.

Both of my parents were so happy about the news of me getting accepted in Cambridge; since it is one of the prestigious colleges in this era. However, my father was afraid of me to go, that I got reminded which made my stomach churn a little.

I only decided to come here, since this is where my father studied and graduated in his field which is medicine, and I trusted their educating knowledge for the course.

My father was scared for me to come here by myself. He also considered shifting his job here in London to help me around; but I reassure him countless of time that I will be fine.

As for my mother, she stayed supportive. Mother helped father to get through this situation of me moving out, which helped me a lot. Katherine, my sister, who's back home with our parents and she'll give me updates whenever she can. She is the same as our mother, very supportive but protective like our father. I understand how protective they can be, I really do, since I'll be by myself in this country I'm unfamiliar with. I will try to make everything go out well anyways.

I take out my phone in my back jean pocket, then turning it on. It's in the early morning and I need a ride to take me to the university, it'll be an hour ride, but I need to stop first to breathe before I hit back on the road. My fingers go through my contacts finding my sister's name and wait for her to answer.

"Jo! Are you already there?" She asks giddily. I smiled and nodded, forgotten that I'm just talking to her through voice call.

"Yeah, I'm already here. Where're mum and dad?" I asked as she told me to wait to go find them. And when she does, I hear shuffling sounds and put me on speaker.

"Darling, how're you been?" I hear my mother's voice, her voice cracks through her words.

"I'm doing great. A little jet lagged but splendid, I can't believe I'm here." I said with a chuckle and hear her sniffle.

"We're so proud of you, princess." I hear my father say, and I couldn't be any happier from the comment he'd given me. It takes a lot of courage to push through this. And I thanked my mother for helping me out with this, or I'll just get anxious if my father is still afraid of me going here. My eyes start to water, and I don't want to break down in the middle of the airport. It'll be embarrassing for me, and only make my anxiety rise to its dangerous level.

"Thank you, Dad," I reply, smiling that reaches up to my eyes, making my eyes squint and tears rolling down as I quietly sniffle.

We talked for a good twenty minutes – mostly, it's about my father giving me a little warning around the streets in campus and outside town, and my mother being conscious of me, she let my dad went off with limits – and it's time for me to go. I said my goodbye's to them and hung up. I wipe away the excess tears had slide down my cheeks. I shove my phone in my pocket, and leave the airport.

Am I really? I thought, anxiety slowly spreading in me.

After the call I had with them, I just realized now how hard it's going to be. It's very hard without my family around here whenever I need them, such as emotional support. I honestly don't know how far I could go through this journey, but I'm hoping I can reach to the finish line of this field.

I keep my father's warnings and advises replay in my head to calm me down, mostly their encouragement.

I heavily breathe and wipe away the stress that is coming in. I shake my head, taking a deep breath, in and out, and start walking with my cart out of the airport to find myself a cab to bring me to the University of Cambridge.

When I got out of the airport, a cab stops by. Rolling down the window as an old looking nice guy greeted me. "Where to, madam,"

"Um... The University of Cambridge, please," I hesitantly said.

"Hop in," He smiles. "I'll take care of your luggage for you," He hops out of the cab and opening the trunk of the vehicle. He grasps my heavy luggage; I helped him carry my bags to the trunk even though he insists. As I hopped in the back, we're off to the university; my heart beats go wild. This is it; this is where my journey begins.

Hero

"Your Royal Highness?" I heard someone.

"Sir, it is seven-thirty in the morning," I heard Robert, our butler. I groaned, turning to the other side of my bed.

"Later," I mutter. My head is pounding, giving me a mild headache. I grab a pillow and duvet to cover my whole body to get some sleep.

"Sir, breakfast is served; your grace will be gone mad if you don't get up." He says. I groan again, kicking my feet to take the duvet off of me.

I sat up, still not opening my eyes. I am exhausted and my head starts to ache more.

"Is your last night's eventful, sir?" Robert asks, opening the curtains to let the sun's light come through the dark room.

I smirk to myself as my mind gone into a series of flashback of last night's memories at the pub. Pint after pint of beer, and shot after shot of tequila was served to us; naive girls dancing their way through the out beat music as they grind their bodies on a stranger they are attracted to. It was fun, and I had got the chance to do so before this day had to come. I can still do those whenever I want, and breaking the rules has been my usual since I stepped a foot in here.

"It was amazing," I said, nodding.

"Good to hear, Sir." He puts a thinned smile. "Now, would you please get ready? His grace will be waiting for you." Robert changes the subject immediately, reminding me first and left the room.

I bet a ton, even my own family I want to disown, that once I went downstairs; all I'll be hearing would be my step-father's screams at the top of lungs because of me, breaking the rules as usual and regular news of me being seen at the streets and not in incognito.

I stood up, walking towards the large. As I get closer I hear wind softly brushing its way. Seeing the green ground perfectly trimmed by someone.

Living in this mansion is like a dream to others, but for me, it's a nightmare. A prince like me needed to follow every rule like all royalties need to do. But I habitually break them easily and ended up the Duke, himself, scream at me in a daily basis. Which I'm totally fine with, breaking the rules is worth the time for me. They may have told me not to, because as my mother said, I'll be next in line for the throne. I don't want to be, and I never see myself be a King of this country. I don't ask to be one, my whore of a mother let this happened for us. We could've been in a low profile, and living a normal life like I've always wanted. However, a kick of the wind change in our direction, making my life miserable and caged.

My train like thoughts was interrupted when a knock and door creaks open. I turn my head to the side, as I glance over at the person by the door; one of our maids stands by.

"Sir, the Duke says you –"

"I'll be down! Tell him that," My buttons were pushed. I cut her off, gritting my teeth as she nods, closing the door.

Why can't he just wait? I thought, and groan in pain as I walk towards the bathroom to get ready for today's events.

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That is all, have a splendid day. I will see you on the next chapter <33