Finding Love In Royalty

Chapter 4

I woke up to Shyanne pushing me off the bed. "What?!?!?" I say sleepily as I get up off the floor.

"You need to eat your breakfast so you can start your day with the princes!" Shyanne says as I sit down on my bed. She places a tray with my breakfast over my lap. "Now eat up! I am going to grab your outfits for the day. I will label them so you know who you will be with and what you are doing." She says and walks into my closet. I begin eatting my waffles and strawberries with my orange juice. Once I finish Shyanne has lined up my outfits on my closet door.

"Ok so what is up first?" I ask her as I stand up from my bed.

"Go shower and then I will tell you the plan for today." She says pushing me into my bathroom. I shower and shave before stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a towel. I open the door and my undergarments are thrown in my face. "Put those on and quick! Or else you will be late!" She says. I close the door and quickly pull them on and blow dry my hair I walk out and Shyanne passes me a pair of jeggings, a ombred sweater and a pair of light brown knee high boots. I quickly change and look at Shyanne. "Go meet Prince Harry in the gardens! You are going for a stroll." She says pushing me out of my room. I roll my eyes and head out the door and across the castle to the gardens, meeting Prince Harry at the gate.

"Good morning Princess." He says smiling at me and bowing.

"Good morning." I say smiling back as I curtsy.

"Are you ready for a stroll?" He asks.

"Of course." I say and we walk into the garden.

"So how old are you?" He asks me.

"19, the announcement of my engagement will be at my 20th birthday ball that you all will be here for." I say. "How old are you?" I ask him.

"I am 20. My birthday was last month." He says smiling at me.

"Well Happy belated Birthday." I say smiling back.

"Thank you." He says.

"Do you have silbings?" I ask him, trying to keep a conversation going between us because I can't stand awkward silences.

"Yes, I have an older sister. Her name is Gemma." He says smiling.

"That is a unique and beautiful name." I say smiling at him.

"She is a beautiful person, I feel bad for her though." He says looking away from me.

"Why do you feel bad for her?" I ask him.

"I feel bad for all of the princess, you all are forced to marry someone that you do not know." He says. "I mean, you for example. You have four months to fall in love with one of us. In four months how do you decide who you want to spend the rest of your life with?" He says.

"A wise friend of mine told me that you listen to your heart not your head." I tell him.

"That is good advice, but how do you know for sure that you have made the right decision?" He asks.

"You never do. You just have to trust your heart." I say.

"Sorry if these questions are personal. My sister is going to be finding out about her arranged marriage soon." He says awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"It is fine Prince Harry. I wish I had a brother that cared." I tell him. The rest of our walk was just us talking about our families and our lives. He could be one to really consider.