The Royal Programme

Chapter 1

Hiya Lovelies! Pictured above is the Phillips castle, where our royals are currently living in Spain.
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"Nina! Get your royal backside up right now. We have breakfast with mother," someone said in a hushed whisper.

I stirred in my bed and suddenly jerked awake. I just had the most splendid dream about being a fairy and going to candy-land. Unfortunately, I was disturbed by my nuisance of a sister, Natalia. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore her but she's annoying most of the times, and this was not a good time.

We had just celebrated mines and Nikolai's nineteenth birthday yesterday at the castle. And later on I sneaked into a club with Nikolai and Alexander, where I drank to my hearts content. At one point I think I started seeing weird butterflies circling around peoples' head.

As for now, I was just a tiny bit hungover. Scratch that, I was really hungover. I couldn't even make sense of anything, not even my surroundings. Until I came face to face with my wonderful sister, and by the looks of it she was fuming.

Whoopsy!

I groaned as I felt a massive headache kicking in and opened my mouth to pop in some paracetamol. I started explaining to my sister about why I was in this state, when she put her hand up, signalling for me to be quiet.

"Look I don't even want to ask what you were up to yesterday and why on earth you're so hungover. But I'd really suggest you drink some water and get your act together." She stated before continuing on.

"At least in front of mother, for goodness sake! You know how mad she gets about drinking. Now go get dressed and hurry up for breakfast, everyone's waiting downstairs." Natalia finished.

I awkwardly sat there, nodding my head at her words, as I rushed to pick out some professional clothes from my wardrobe and get ready.

The shower took around ten minutes, which was my new record as I usually spent hours and hours in the bathroom. I moisturised, put on my burgundy blouse and threw on smart, black trousers. I tried my best to make myself look presentable, as my parents were always complaining about our appearances.

I put on some simple, minimalist jewellery and combed my natural brown, hair which fell until my shoulders. I paired my outfit with classy, burgundy heels and took one last look at myself. I was quite proud with my appearance, overall it had only taken a few minutes to get dressed.

After spraying some body mist, I trotted down the stairs, praying that my parents wouldn't scold me for being late.

"Well, well, well! Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence Blake," the Queen said to her husband, who was sitting there with the biggest scowl on his face. The scowl was soon disguised into a smile when he looked at his wife.

Mother always supported a cheery attitude, whereas father was a little bit relaxed and unbothered. However, when it came to love, my parents were the best at it. For they loved each other very deeply.

Judging by his face, it looks like father dearest got a little intoxicated himself last night. 'Tut tut tut' I thought to myself, but at the same time I was cheering inside, due to the fact that I wasn't the only royal in an annoyed mood. The same can't be said for my mother. She's always, annoyingly optimistic. I have no idea how she does it!

I snapped away my thoughts as I saw the faces of my parents and siblings looking weirdly at me. Everyone was here, except Nikolai, who was probably still getting ready.

I just shrugged and grabbed my seat next to Louis - my adorable three year old brother. I gently pinched his nose, which resulted in him blowing raspberries at me and sticking his tongue out.