Genovia Island.
"Chin up, walk gracefully Zior. A real princess do better, you must know every details, speak with confidence and strong and intimidating personality that way no one will ever resist you, I tell you that" my moms mamà talked without even blinking.
She's the Queen of this Island. My grandmother. Queen Karrieta Renover.
At a young age we, together with my twin brother skillfully trained by her. She said our blood was rare and that we are her rightful successor.
My mom's a special case, not that much I know of but I'm aware of it.
Married to a non royalty man seems like not an ideal story of a true princess but that's my favorite part. What a lovely story.
"Eat gracefully, pay attention to the details my dear grandchild." it was mamà.
My brother seems quite good at this, he's born natural stiff though.
We ate like we're alone, even the sound of fork and spoon is forbidden. Straight back, proud face, chin up, graceful move and even our eyes if possible stiff too.
We can only called her mamà when we're alone. 'Your majesty' when we're surrounded by many.
"Kuya, tomorrow's our birthday, would you like any present?" I was asking him that since I can remember but his answer were just the same over the years. And that is... "Nothing princess, just no boyfriend and no suitors till the right time comes" like that.
