TheEdgeOfTheWorld
Ronalyn wasn't supposed to be here. And as she peeked over the veil, she felt like everyone knew it. But they didn't. Or at least if they did, they didn't make a move to reveal to everyone what a sorry imposter she was. As she slowly made her way over to the crowd of people waiting to receive her, she let her eyes run over all the servants and maids. She was no princess. Harry was biting his lip, staring at the ceiling as the tears threatened to spill over, and at once she's hit with a wave of guilt. This was her fault.
Ronalyn worked for a special orginazation, designed to help princesses of the twenty first century escape from war, sickness, and even on occasion, assassinations and kidnappings. Basically, the girls who belonged to this organization went to a special school, called the academy. There, untill you turn eighteen, you learn everything there is to know about being a princess, from the cultures and customs, to the ways of life from all around the world. Oh and you also got to earn how to disable bombs with your feet, and break someone's neck twenty seven different ways, but that's only in case of an emergency. Once the trained girls reached eighteen, they get sent out, ordered to take the place of the princess they were assigned, so the real princess can be kept safe. You had to be prepared to give up your life if you were chosen as the undercover girl. It's called the Switch. And I got chosen.