AUTHORS NOTE: in all my scatter-braindness I just realized tht my story is about a prince!!! Soooo I changed it and here it is!!! Please totally disregard the previous chaper 2 I'll probably delete it. So thanks!!!
We got into the limo and headed towards my fathers office. My parents sat silently, looking out the window occasionally at the rainy London streets. The driver glanced into the rear view mirror looking at me. I could tell he was wondering what was going on also. I just shrugged my shoulders and he looked forward.
What could the possibly want me to be at the office for? Trying to analyze everything I've down recently.... Nothing out o the ordinary, I haven't even gotten into trouble! As we pull up to the large corporate building I see another limo in front of us it has weird flags on it. 'that's strange' I thought. "oh goodness we are late!" my mother said.
We walk into the building and go into the elevator to the 50th floor. Strange, that contains the conference rooms. I let my father lead the way. We finally get to a door and open it, only to see three people sitting in there. Puzzled, I continue to follow my parents into the room.
Finally seated, my father shakes the hand of the man who is probably about his age. I look at the woman next to him and she looked to be about my mothers age. And as my eyes drift over to the third person I realize that it is a boy about a year older than me. What kind of 'business' meeting is this?!?!? Even more puzzled I turned to my parents who started to introduce them.
The man is Bruce Sinclair... Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair...oh! Sinclair as in the king of France!!! Why am I here than? I know my father was involved in politics but i didnt know it was this much!! I suddenly remember parts of the conversation I overheard my parents say, the wife's name is Charlotte and the sons name is Wyatt.
Looking at Wyatt I notice how handsome he is. Well built, dark brown hair styled messily, green eyes, and a killer smile. Not to mention the air of authority he holds. It seemed to draw me in.
My fathers voice snapped me out of my thoughts ''Rebecca, Wyatt the reason you are here today is because we have a very important announcement. We have decided that you two will be married." my father stated.
My jaw dropped. I looked at Wyatt and he seemed calm and cool about everything happening. "but I'm sixteen!" I blurted out. "I can't get married! AND I know nothin about being a princess!!!" my father replied,
"yes you can. You can get married with both of your parents consent if you are over sixteen, and you are. Plus this is dealing with the king of France a surely a few strings can be pulled. As for being a princess there will be lessons given to you every day until the wedding and until your coronation. After that you will have the assistance of advisors and such." my heart dropped. This cant be happening!
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OH MY GOSH SHE UPLOADED!!!! Haha yes I did! I am not actually sure about the whole marry when your sixteen law so it may or may not be true. I have 5 READERS so far and I want to thank you so much for your time on my story!! I wish I could thank you but I don't know who you are so I will just say thank you here..... THANK YOU!!!! So as you can see I am not a very grammatically correct writer- I don't even know if that was a correctly stated sentence! So please bear with me! So......
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Arranged to Marry the Prince
Teen FictionRebecca Elizabeth Holland is a normal girl.... Well as normal as it gets considering her father owns a large company based in London and oh she's arranged to marry the Prince of France at the age of 16. Sounds normal right?