The Unasked for Adventure

Chapter 1

"Aliya! Breakfast is ready!" I groaned, shutting my book and glancing over to the door. Great. I stayed up all night reading. Again. Juuuust lovely...  I quickly stood up, heading out to the bathroom to get myself ready.

"ALIYA!" Mom shouted. My eye twitched in annoyance while I was putting my uniform on. I silently cursed my life and grabbed my bag, running downstairs; screaming: "I'M COMING!" When I entered the kitchen, mom was running around, placing food on the table and feeding my little brother.

"Hurry up and eat, you're going to be late!"

"Not like I care..." I murmured, sitting down and shoving pancakes in my mouth. Taking my sweet time while mom got red with anger. She pushed me out the door not a second later. All I could do was blink and look back at her too sweet of a smile.

"Seriously?!"

"You either leave or starve."

SERIOUSLY?! Isn't she just the best mother in the world? -Note the sarcasm- Despite not wanting to listen, I grabbed my bag from the floor -which she threw out along with me- and ran down the sidewalk, ignoring mom's goodbye. She can be such a bitch... I honestly hate her, but hey! She feeds me, so I should at the very least be grateful for that.

I checked both ways before crossing the streets, pushing past other people. At one point while I was running, I tripped and fell flat on my ass. The pain was too much to ignore, so I lied there, wincing. When suddenly, a honk filled my ears. It was up close. Too close. The second I turned my head to see where it came from, I was hit. All I could hear was a crunch.

All I could see was red...

You would think it ends there, no? Unfortunately, it doesn't.

Aliya's eyes slowly fluttered open while a weak groan escaped her lips. She sat up slowly, rubbing her head in pain. A confused expression crossed her face. "Aren't I supposed to be dead...?" She whispered hoarsely. For a second, she thought she was in heaven, but there was no way. The room was luxurious, but not so luxurious that it seemed like a paradise. It was a nice shade of turquoise and big enough to fit a couch, but Aliya was too conflicted and confused to care.

"Where the hell am I?" Just as she spoke, the door slammed open. Aliya's eyes widened in shock while the maid that just appeared ignored her and looked through the closet.

"Your highness, we must get you ready in less than 2 hours and you are not even in your bathrobe!" The maid raged, grabbing a confused Aliya and shoving her inside a bathroom she didn't notice was there.

"Wha— Excuse me?!" Aliya stuttered in confusion, analyzing the blonde haired woman. Her attention was soon caught up by the fact that the maid was trying to take her pajamas off. "Woah there! I don't swing that way, lady." The maid was confused by her choice of words, but brushed the feeling off and rolled her eyes.

"Your highness, it is my job to get you ready for the feast. If you are so ashamed of disrobing in front of a fellow maiden, I shall turn around, but we must make do." Aliya stared her dead in the eyes, crossing her arms.

"Okay, One: I have no idea what you're talking about. Two, IS THAT EVEN MODERN ENGLISH?"

"Forgive me your highness—"

"Wai—" Aliya shrieked as her pajamas turned to dust and disappeared. Just as she was about to cover herself, she was shoved inside the tub that looked like a pool. The warm water calmed her muscles, but her astonishment was nothing close to calm. Aliya spit out water and glared in anger.

"Did you seriously just shove me inside this fucking pool that I want right now?"

"Please do not make this difficult, Your highness..."

"Oh trust me, I will" She grit out, crossing her arms and sitting far away from the edges.

Aliya sulked as the maid brushed her long hair, glaring at the wall. It was obviously pointless to fight against her. She realized that. All she could do is sigh as the maid turned the chair to face the mirror. The second her eyes met those beautiful amber ones, she gasped. It was her... Yet not. Her hair was way longer than it originally was. It reached her behind for gods sake!

It was still a beautiful shade of brown, which she was happy about. Her skin was flawless while her close set eyes were covered with unnaturally long and thick eyelashes. Aliya wasn't complaining about her perfected look, but it was certainly weird. Humans aren't perfect. Yet, her hourglass figure and flawless looks said otherwise. She couldn't help but purse her full lips as the maid curled all of her hair.

"You keep calling me "your highness"... Why?" Aliya asked just as the woman finished with her hair and pulled out a beautiful dress that would surely show off her curves.

"Why?... Well, because you are one." She helped Aliya off the high stool and opened the dress up for her. Everything about this was weird to Aliya, but she didn't know what to do. She tried to think of an idea or plan while the maid fitted her in the dress, but she was at a blank.

"Excellent! You are simply gorgeous, Your Highness." Aliya gave her an awkward smile, looking at herself in the mirror. Her curls pooled around her exposed shoulders while her dress just screamed royalty. It was beautiful, yes, but not exactly something she'd wear. A sigh escaped her cherry lips. (Which she noticed were soft and plump.)

"So... When do we have to go?"

"Right after we review your table manners!" The blonde said excitedly, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her out of the room. Aliya used her other hand to lift up the dress a bit in order to walk alongside her. Although, it's not like she really wanted to go anywhere with the crazy woman.

"Table what—"

"Darling!" A man who seemed to be in his 30s walked towards Aliya's confused figure and bowed down. All she could do was blink and look to the maid for help. The woman lowered herself in a bowing like way, something Aliya has seen princesses do in movies. She quickly did the same and smiled nervously.

"It is a pleasure to see you, My Princess"

"S— Same here... uh." The man frowned worriedly, looking her up and down. "Ah— No time to worry. We must go over your manners before we leave. Now, straighten up and greet me how you would a noble." He said sternly. Aliya quickly straightened, biting her lower lip in nervousness. She could tell this was not going to end well.

After an embarrassing 20 minutes of her failing every task, she finally remembered all of her "princess" manners and was ready to go, In their opinion, but in hers, she didn't feel anything close to ready. Heck, she was still confused as to what was going on. They were clearly in a castle. A place far away from her home, but she didn't know exactly where.

As of right now, she was in a carriage, hearing the 30 year old man -she assumed- talk about everything she should and shouldn't do. Apparently, she was going to meet some princes. At that point, Aliya just assumed everything was a dream and she'd wake up in a hospital.

"We are here! Now remember, manners are important, but never forget your place. You are a princess. No one dares touch you or else you do what you must. NO hesitation, daughter. I am a father before a king. Your happiness is most important to me, along with your safety." Aliya's eyes widened in realization. She nodded slowly, leaving the carriage. Her eyes raked throughout the horizon, but stopped on a gold castle that looked too familiar for her liking.

"If you know what you must do, I can go ahead and say; Welcome to Asgard!"