Royally Falling

~ 12 ~

"I don't wanna go to sleep tonight when I can stay up
Thinking about you
And you know I always do"
Marlboro Nights - Lonely God

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The following week passes by in a blur. It's the last week of the term, so we're all occupied with studying and taking exams. We get a week off for Thanksgiving, so my parents are sending our private jet to bring us home.

Since Amarians don't celebrate Thanksgiving when Americans do, we're just going to use this week for in-person meetings. So far, I have meetings for the Make-A-Wish Gala and dress fittings scheduled. I know that a bunch of last-minute minutes will inevitably come up. So much for a relaxing break. Maybe if I'm lucky, we can take a day trip to our vacationing castle in the countryside.

I'm excited to see my family for the first time in almost three months. I bet that after a few days, I'll be itching to return to Boston, though.

"The jet's arriving in an hour. You almost ready to go?" Blair asks me, eating a package of Oreos.

I'm situated on the floor of my room, cramming things into my suitcase. I still have most of my clothes in my closet at home, but there are a few things I'm packing for comfort. I promised to bring Maeve a souvenir from Boston for her collection. I also have a hoodie that I stole from Kaden in my suitcase that I want to bring.

"Yeah, I'll be ready soon."

"Kay, come to the living room when you're done," she says in between bites. "Marc and I will be waiting," she calls over her shoulder.

Marc and Blair have started dating recently. They haven't told me yet, but it's blatantly obvious. I've walked into a room and seen them scramble to act nonchalant countless times. I should probably just say something, but it's fun to screw with them. I see it as payback for Blair ambushing me on the date that wasn't really a date with Kaden. Yeah, I'm being kind of petty, but I don't give a shit.

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Forty minutes later, we are arriving at Logan Airport. Like always, Marc gets stuck driving. Whenever he asks Blair to take a turn, she gives him puppy-dog eyes and he instantly caves. He's so whipped. I'm not complaining though. It's a nice upgrade from the Marc who was a player not too long ago.

"Good evening, your Highness," the pilot and flight attendant say as they bow in unison.

I flash them an awkward smile, not used to people bowing at me every ten seconds. It'll be an adjustment back in the palace, where staff bow at me whenever they pass by.

Taking a seat on the couch, I put my AirPods in and turn on Spotify. Feeling in a tired mood, I put on my playlist titled 'chill songs.' A very original title, I know.

I find myself drifting off to sleep. The next thing I know, we have landed in Amaria.

I excuse myself to the bathroom to change my outfit ad brush my hair. It's morning here, so I have a long day of work to get to. I don't want to arrive looking like a mess because I will end up being a mess. Dressing up always gets me in a more productive mood; there's got to be science behind it.

"Your Highness, it's time to get into the car," Marc says. He is back to using proper titles ad being serious; it's like being back home flipped a switch in him.