"Don't touch me." I order to the person attempting to pull my elbow off the table.
"Miss, it is what is proper." He stifles out. I shrug. This man is skinnier then me, I could probably break his arm pinching it.
"Mr. Stringbean, I don't enjoy being hassled and if you haven't heard, I was forced here. So don't. Touch. Me."
He frowns and glides away, I continue to eat in annoyance. Of course I wasn't sitting next to the huge group of royals, not my style. I sit a little behind and to the left, just to watch.
Watching is the best past time. If you watch people, you can literally find out almost anything you need to know. For example, Jason in the corner, hates people, hates talking about where he's from, and now, I can't even see him. Maybe it's where he's from, or maybe his parents were abusive. Many different possibilities with him.
There's a loud royal who is still continuing to throw food at the queens and princesses. This boy probably wants his friends to think he is cool, or to 'flirt' with the other princesses. I shrug again, finishing my food.
Making my way to the door, I see the same string bean who tried to et my elbow off the table talking to someone in a different room.
"Yes, the plan is set... Which ones?..... Ahh I see..... That's a large group.... True.."
"Ahem." I state when walking by. I can't see who's in the room but I am intrigued by their conversation.
"Ah. Miss Jaclyn of the high Kingdom of Ireland. Congratulations on the war."
"A war is nothing to be congratulated about." I steam, continuing past the bean. But I can't help but wonder what they were talking about.
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
