Chapter 3

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I am so So SO sorry for the REALLY late update. I thought people wouldnt read y story. Turns out I was wrong...THANK YOU SO MUCH! You have no idea how happy I am with 24 reads :D it would mean a lot if you...I don't know...told some people about this story ?:3 i'm going to fix up the earlier chapters and add more detail so...bare with me. If you're reading this I LOVE YOU! So...without further or due. I present CHAPTER 3!!!

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I ran up the tower stairway to my room. Tears burning my eyes. I burst into my room, lock the door and ran to my window seat,letting the tear fall freely as I think about what just happen

Flashback

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The large 15 foot high dining room doors were opened upon the guards noticing my presence before them. I smiled and nodes my thanks as I slowly and gracefully entered the dining room, making sure to remember mothers rules when entering a room #1 smile and walk gracefully, i smiled lightly at out guests before taking a seat #2 keep you back straight and head up high, i did as i remebered before slolt glancing around the table taling in the family before us. My father was seated to my right at the head of the table, his balding hair was still ad gold as ever while his eyes seemed to be intanced by his food. My mother on the other hand sat across from me with her brown hair pinned up nicely with a few stray hairs curled to perfection to frame her face, she really was a beautiful woman. Sitting next to my mother was a rather old man his face was sculped too perfection, I would have thought he was but a few years older than my shall I not have notice slight bags under his eyes and his slightly balding hair. There was also a women, which I presumed to be his wife andrew way she was holding his hand, sitting beside her, she had beautiful brown hair and creamy chocolate brown eyand she was a stout women with a full face that only added to her beauty and their son a very...VERY handsome younge man around my age with blonde shaggy blonde hair, with chizzled features

I was to busy checking him out to notice his mossy green eyes penetrate my deep blue ones.

A smirk apeared on his face making him look even more adorable. I sat down and gazed upon our first dish, it was lobster bisque. I picked up my spoon and began eating.

"King Fredrick, Queen Marihana And Prince Dylan may I introduce my first born child, Kailee" My father anounced. I smiled and nodded my head as a hello, not feeling up to talking.

"Hello Kailee"Queen Marihana said in a sweet motherly tone. She seemed nice. King Fredrick said hello aswell. The princes reaction is what caused me to become confused. He simply nodded in my direction as if I was no longer of importance. I was tought to always treat people the way you wanted to be treated so...guess he doesn't want any of my respect. I smiled back at the King and Queen(ignoring Dylan)

"It's an honor to meet you!" I said sweetly, trying to be as hospitable as possible which is prettu hard when you're at a fancy dinner in a dress thats giving you a wedgy. Curse undies! I tried to divert my attention to my the delicious food in front of me to distract myself from the wedgy but MAN it was getting really uncomfortable. Maybe if I just slide mt bum around on the seat it'll fix itself! I began to, what i hope was, unnoticably wiggle my bum around in the seat.

"...So what do you think dear?"My mother asks, giving me a weird look before shout whispering "What are you doing?!" I begin to blush as everybodies gaze turns to me after my mothers 'not so quiet' whisper shout. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Dylan smirking. Oh how I wanted to wipe that smirk of his adorable face! Wait! No not adorable! He's just a Guy with an ego bigger than himself...x10.

"Kailee?"I was snapped yet again out of my weird thought by my mother glowering at me from obviously not paying attention.

"huh?" I state dumbly. Earning myself a giggle from the Queen and a hearty laugh from my father and the King.

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