Being third in line to the Illyrian throne, Princess Emilia had her life planned out for her the moment she was born a spare. Fate is what some people would call it, but to Emilia she never believed in fate, that is until she met Prince Harry at the...
That I am running away from my problems and I am; I can honestly admit that.
Lately, I am always running away from the pain, the hurt and the silence looks of pity since the release of the infamous tell all. It is now what I call my home, a familiar state of unwanted questions, disapproving looks and accusations of questionable truth. There is this shadowing grip that keeps pulling me back to these suffocating walls of privilege that I was born into.
No matter how far I run, I cannot escape those shadows that are always reminding me of who I am and who I can never be. These shadows haunting me of how to act, how to live my coursed life of unwanted attention. Yes, it is true that I wished I were someone else and I know what you may think of how ungrateful I am for my life of privilege but you do not walk in my shoes and see what I see.
No matter how far I run, these shadows linger trying to pull me back home, but this time I need a little space. I have forgotten what it is like to live, to laugh, and to be me, Emilia Andelle, not Princess Emilia.
So I ran to a place where no one knows my name. Where I can breathe and escape these shadows of my past, if even for a day.
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"GO REBEKAH!" Emilia stood up cheering above the crowd with her protection officers, Tristan and Luke, beside her.
Rebekah was in the lead of a rowing race with less than a minute left in her first competition of the games. The suspense was building as the seconds ticked by slowly. Emilia became quiet, holding her breath in apprehension. Her fingers clenched together tightly in a silent prayer as she bit her bottom lip nervously.
"Come on Becks!" Emilia yelled again. The whole stadium was on their feet cheering on their friends and loved ones as they battled out the last few seconds of the race. If Rebekah made the top three she would advance to the final round for the pursuit of the gold medal.
The buzzer rang loud indicating the end of the race. Emilia jumped proudly squealing with joy and hugging Rebekah's brother Luke beside her as they cheered loudly for their friend and sister. She had done it; she made it to the final race that would be held the next day.
Emilia watched Rebekah stand up with her arms in the air celebrating her win, looking up around the crowd spotting them applauding her efforts. Emilia's heart was swelling with pride for her friend as she beamed a wide smile.
No matter what trouble laid ahead of her, Emilia knew she had made the right decision in coming to support Rebekah. Along with her PO's Tristan and Luke, Emilia left hastily late in the night boarding a commercial red eye flight to London nearly making Rebekah's first competition.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she pulled it out to see her father calling her once again. Emilia let the call go to voicemail like the others before. There was no point in answering, as she knew what it was all about and the only reason he would be calling her was to scold her once again.
