Tragically a Princess

Chapter 3 The King and Queen

When I come to all I want to do is sleep. "Princess, you're awake." Andrew says walking up to me. "You're going to want to sit up and drink this." He says handing me a bottle of water.

I slowly sit up on the seat I'm lying on. I take the bottle, but I don't drink it. I watch as he sits down across from me. "Drink it or you'll feel sick."

"I already feel sick." I snap. Sick to my stomach that they're gone. I miss them so much. I was thrown into all of this before I even had time to think about it.

"Drink, it'll help." He pushes.

I sight, but break the seal of the bottle. I curl up in my seat and sip on it. I wonder how much longer we have on this plane. "There is a bathroom back there if you need it." He says pointing behind me.

I get up and go back to it. I don't need to go, but I need space away from people. I look in the mirror to see that I look horrible. I fought and it shows. My hair is everywhere, and I look like I haven't slept in a week. I try to fix my hair, and I manage to get it somewhat under control. It makes me feel a bit better. I splash water on my face and call it good.

I go back out and sit back down. Andrew is still sitting there, I pick up the water bottle again, the sickness that he was talking about finally hitting me. I sip on the water and will myself not to throw up.

"It hit you, didn't it?" he asks.

"Yeah." I nod.

"You might want to lie down. It'll help."

I do as I'm told, wanting it all to stop. Although, with the advice he's giving me I wonder how often he does this. Maybe it's been done to him, who knows. I stare at the celling, trying to gather my thoughts. "How- how long was I out for?" I ask, not sure if I want to know or not.

"About 18 hours. We have another three to go." I nod. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No."

"You're going to have to eat sooner or later."

I don't say anything, turning my head to face away from him. It doesn't matter either way. I just want to go back to sleep.

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Sleep never comes, I just stare into space, my mind empty. Andrew comes up to me and I turn my head to look at him. "We've landed, it's time to go."

I sit up to fast and my starts to spin. "Not so fast." He says handing me some water. I take a few drinks of it, trying to calm myself. I slowly start to stand up, and once I can manage we move to the exit. There are a lot of people waiting for us outside the plane.

All of them are dressed like Robert and Andrew. My breathing become heavy as I realize that they might not be lying. This is a lot of people dressed like they belong to something like the secret service.

They all bow to me and I instantly feel very uncomfortable. "To the car Princess." Andrew tells me.

I want to shake my head, and run away, but I'm not in the U.S. anymore and there are so many men. I don't. I don't do any of that. I walk towards the car and willingly get in. Andrew sits in the back with me while Robert sits in the front.

"Where are we going?" I ask quietly.

"To the place." He says handing me the bottle of water, "Now drink."

I sit back and drink the water. The car ride is eerily silent, and I'm not about to break it. It gives me a bit of time to breath since I couldn't do that on the plane for whatever reason.