The Undercover Princess

Battles and best friends - 1

Gennevieve-

Safe. They told me I would be safe here. Boy were they wrong. . .

One night, during dinner with her, strict and brooding father, a man covered in scars that loathes her for her mothers death. It was a calm evening, both Gennenvieve and her father eating in silence, her starting down at her plate, her hunger gone, her father father glaring at her. He hated her, for, she was a spitting image of her poor, dead mother. She got traits from her father, noting but her brave heart and determination.

Suddenly there was a loud crash, and a scream. A burst of light was seen through the window. Genn's father was out of his seat, running towards her. He grabbed her hand and told her to run. She picked up her dress, long and heavy, running as best she could. They soon came upon the basement. Her father opened the heavy iron door, pushing her in, she stumbled down the stairs. Her long time friend, and body guard, Emmett, caught her around the shoulders, keeping her up.

She looked at her father, with tears in her eyes, and saw pain and something she never thought she would see.

Love.

He kneeled down p, eye to eye with her, and grabbed her hands, kissing each one lightly. He leaned up and kissed her forehead. She was terrified.

He took a necklace out of of his coat pocket, putting it around her neck. It was her family crest. A circle with a hand holding a sword with her family motto on the outer rim, reading.

'Aut Pax Aut Bellum'

'It's either peace, or war.'

She shook her head, hugging her father, with all her life. He hugged her tightly, then stood.

"Emmett will protect you. Gennevieve you are the next in line for the throne. Be the queen this kingdom needs. James will be here when the battle is over. Emmett, you know the signal, do not open the door for anyone else." Emmett nodded, bowing to his king. "And most importantly. . . Take care of my daughter."

Emmett bowed once more, showing his respect. "Yes, my King. I will protect Princess Gennevieve with my life."

Her father nodded, turning back. He walked up the stairs, and when he reached the iron doors, he turned back. "I love you Gennevieve, my daughter. Remember that. I love you, more than you'd think." He nodded, and opened the door. "Goodbye my daughter."

And he was gone.

The tears that were filling her eyes finally spilled over, running down her cheeks. Emmett grabbed her hand, sitting her down on the large bed. He did not sit with her, he did not talk. He stood in front of her, with a stern look on his face. He never touched her unless absolutely necessary.

She remembered when they were younger, maybe twelve or thirteen, they had been lying next to each other in her bed, just talking. Her maid, and mother figure, had chased Emmett out of the room, and had proceeded to lecture her about how a boy and girl should never be in the same room alone together, and that he should not touch her. She brought Emmett back in the room, and gave him the same lecture. Her father had been furious, and made Emmett train twice as hard from then on. She had thought he was mad, because they had disturb him, but now she realized that he was just worried about her.

She had spent all her time at her own training. Balancing books and water on her head. Learning how to give speeches, and how to be a good queen and wife to her future husband. The next King was either supposed to be another royal, or a part of the Knights guild. He could be no peasant.

She usually spent her days alone now. Emmett was still her best friend, and would always listen to her, and vise versa. But they would either have to go to the garden, or into the Knights chamber. Her father believed that even though she was a woman, and women were usually kitchen and home oriented, that she should learn how to use a sword, bow and arrows, or a simple blade. He wanted her to know how to protect herself, though she still had Emmett as a body guard.