Post by kaye on Jan 2, 2006 9:22:03 GMT -5
Chapter 1
From all of the families I have to come from I am stuck with the most hard-headed getting-their-own-way and think-you-are that-perfect family. I might speak like I have the ugliest family anyone can have…but, unfortunately and luckily for most, I belong to a royal family.
Who never dreamed to be a princess? Well yeah! There are ones who are contented enough, but speaking of dreams, mostly or almost everyone did dream about being one. You might say I’m really crazy for not liking my life, I get almost everything I like, see? Almost, emphasize that word…there are still things I can’t get…and guess what? Freedom
My name is Alexandria Maree Thenyssa Alvenovich Glendolin, Princess of Lanovie.
Lanovie, Where is Lanovie? Speaking of my dear kingdom, it is located at the eastern tail of Sweden, near Copenhagen. It’s just a small island that no one cares about. Well I even think no one ever heard about. It is ruled by Monarchy, my father is the 61st King. The first king was a French Signor, the island was once a center of battle, many Lords, Kings and Knights fought for its rich land, then it fell to the hand of the Brits, English people. My family line came from the English, but because of the small population, Kings were forced to marry nobles from outside the country. My great-great-great-great-great-(and many greats)-grandfather once married a Chinese beauty who is a daughter of a Chinese emperor, and then some of my other grandfathers married daughters of the Japanese emperors, Indian Sultans, Arab princesses. Our raises were mixed,
I'm1/4 Russian noble, my mom’s dad was a noble, her mom was an American commoner. My dad is a pure Lanovian, and I’m proud to say I am too.
I'm the only daughter of the king and my little brother, the brute Heir Prince Matthew Ivanoe Luther Alvenovich Glendolin is 5 years younger than me. Hey! Forgot to tell you I’m only 19…and turning 20 tomorrow…sad to say…I’m getting crowned. I have to start some stupid campaigns and clubs thingy; I have to sponsor and sign things, which I really don’t even understand.
I might sound a little rebellious, but I’m not, of course I’m not! I was worst then! Worst before I turned 18.
Well the story goes. My parent’s sent me to a college town in Denmark; it was St. Peter’s College town. My life back there was everything I really wanted, until I met somebody who made it like living hell. I first had a crush on him, then we became friends, then I fell in love, then he discovered about it, then he confronted me and told me to stay away, then I left Denmark heartbroken, long story right? I can’t even remember any feelings for him. That was exactly a year and a couple of months ago. I never ever returned to Denmark. I'm not scared to hurt my heart again, I’m scared I might be sent to jail for kicking his groin.
Yes, it is possible that I might be sent to jail for hurting him, simply because he’s the heir to the throne of Denmark.
Why am I telling you about these things anyway? You won’t even understand, and I’m not telling you his name, why should I? There’s no other reasonable explanation!!!
I’m exhausted, better sleep for a long day tomorrow.
A: Aaahhhh!!!!
I screamed. There is something moving under my mattress!!!
A: Matt!!! You brute!!! How dare you put this disgusting frog on my bed!!!
A chambermaid quickly entered her room. Then some guards with a pistol in hand.
Chambermaid: My Lady, are you alright?
A: I’m alright…get this slimy frog off my bed…
C: a frog! How did…
A: it’s Matthew…just get this thing off my bed please…
C: yes my lady…
Matthew snickered outside the hall.
***
Queen Tanissa walked in the sitting room. Her children were waiting for her.
QT: Oh darling! Happy birthday! How do you feel?
A: exhausted…
Qt: (laughs) I see…but sadly I can’t make you leave for your bed chamber…we have to get everything ready for the ball tonight…
A: mom…
Qt: oh no…you’re not going off this time…you always find excuses going out of the ball…even the Lanovie ladies now wonder how you look like, you fail to show up in every party I throw…
A: you know I’m not into those things…and besides…they’re killing my jaws…do I really have to smile for the whole evening?
Qt: be thankful you don’t belong to the 17th century…balls starts at 7 in the evening and ends the same time in the morning…
A: I heard it in history…
Qt: well then…you should be thankful…now get yourself ready for the luncheon while I go barking up Matt…
A: sure…
Alex made an evil grin on her face then left the sitting room. She overhears her mother barking, Bark! Bark! Snickering, she knows that her mom is way too dangerous when she calls you by your Russian name.
Qt: Matteo Ivenich Luthex!!!
***
Matt: Oh God! It still hurts!!
A: give up Matt! You know it’s your entire fault…
Matt: oh shut up! It’s not my fault you’re a scaredy cat! And besides! Why did you have to tell mom about it? You think you’re so lucky coz it’s your birthday! Well watch out lady!
A: you’re telling me to shut up?! Maybe you’re the one to watch out! I might beat you to death!
M: oh yeah?! Come on!
Miss Jennings: Hold it! You two! Come over here!
M: it’s the birthday girl’s fault Miss Jennings!
A: you sneak! Think you’re pretty smart, do you?
M: well I am smart! I’ll exile you when I become king!
A: try till you die Matthew!
M: well I will!
Miss Jen: I said hold it! The party will start any minute! We can’t afford the guest to leave!
A: party…party…party…
M: it’s a ball stupid! You think you’re really that civilize?!
MJ: Matt!
M: whatever…
MJ: now Miss Alex…is everything ready?
M: hours ago…
MJ: good! You are meeting your future husband in one of those men…
A: gracious! Consider me sick! I have to leave!
MJ: oh no! Nope! Stop where you are your highness!
M: husband?! Oh this is going to be great!
A: I’m not planning to be hunting for husband’s right now! I just turned 20…
MJ: I didn’t say you have to look for one tonight…I was just telling you that it might be one of them…they’re the lords who are in your circle
A: oh puhlease…
M: oh yahoo…
A: shut up Matt!
M: shut up Matt…blah blah blah…at least I’m not wife hunting…Low life witch!
A: you watch your mouth I might kill you!
Matt left them and entered the waiting room.
***
The royal birthday ball started, as usual, I see some familiar faces, some duke, some earl some cousin prince, some friends, no new people! Oh! There are new people, can’t recognize them, although they look kind of familiar.
Qt: Darling Alex…come over here…
Ok! This couldn’t be good…she’s not used to calling me darling in public.
A: mother…you called?
Qt: yes…I want you to meet her serene highness, Queen Jane of Denmark.
Denmark?! As in queen?! God! Is he somewhere here? If he’s here then supposedly he’ll look for me and try to talk to me! Are you crazy?! Of course he won’t talk to you! He hates you!
Qt: Darling are you alright?
A: oh sorry kind of dizzy…
Alex curtsied to the Queen of Denmark.
A: good evening your highness…I’m glad you accepted our invitation.
QJ: what a pretty child you are! Are you sure you’re ok?
A: yes…my apologies…
QJ: oh no! No apologies…I don’t deserve one…perhaps my intimidating look caused it…
A: of course not your highness…
Qt: the queen arrived alone for your birthday Alex…
A: I hope you had a good trip…
QJ: you have excellent air flight service and the best security I had experienced yet…
Qt: thank you…you should expect it dear Jane…
QJ: Tanissa…I have many things to tell you…
Qt: darling …excuse us…
A: yes mother…
Oh God! What a relief! She came alone! No bastard in the palace! Except Matt of course…but…but why does it feel like I’m sinking? I feel so down…I shouldn’t be! You don’t like that guy anyway!
***
Theo: you know I haven’t met anyone as extraordinary like you…
A: extraordinary? What are you talking about?
Theo: I like you Alex…
I stared at him for a moment, is he serious? No he couldn’t be…he doesn’t even know me yet…
A: oh…
Theo: oh? That’s all? Aren’t you going to say…I like you too? I think I’m in love with you? Just say something please…
A: Theo…I don’t…I don’t know…obviously I’m flattered of course…well thanks anyway…no one ever told me that before…
Theo looked at me weirdly then smiled.
Theo: then I’m lucky number one…
Then we just sat there on the bench smiling at each other. He held my hand then planted a kiss beneath my palms.
***
I shook my head, shaking the thought away, there’s no time thinking about those things, and they’re all useless.
Guy: may I have this dance your highness?
A guy, specifically a Marquee just my age approached me asking for a dance, then I answered in a way I used to since then.
A: you’re not quite my type…bye…take care
I walked away smiling while the Marquee stared after me confused.
***
Qt: you shunned every guy who tried to dance with you! What kind of attitude is that? When are you going to learn Alex?
A: I just don’t want to dance with anyone…I keep on stepping on their toes…
Qt: nonsense! You can dance ballet blindfolded!
A: mother, forgive me…
Qt: tell me…if you keep on acting like this, how will you get married?
A: I don’t want to get married…
Qt: and how come…
A: I want to be alone…
Qt: right now you find it interesting…when you get old it will be boring…
A: as if mother…
Qt: you are lucky you don’t have to go through an arranged marriage like your other cousins… I’m giving you a chance to meet the guy you want to marry…
A: making me meet guys who passed through your search competition is like making me go through an arranged marriage already…
Qt: what are you talking about Alex?
A: mother! What if the guy I want to marry is some commoner or someone out of the country…?
Qt: does that mean you’re interested in marriage? Is he a commoner? I want and need to meet him…
A: mother! I never met anyone who passed my qualifications…will you quit it with this marriage thing?
Qt: dear…I gave you two years to look for the guy…you’re twenty now…we need to find him…as soon as possible…
A: oh this is pathetic! I’m marrying means I’ll be living with this guy all of my life!! What will happen to me if I don’t like him?
Qt: it is not about liking him…it’s about loving him…that’s the essence of marriage…
A: mom, please give me time…
Qt: alright…go then…
I was about to go when my father entered the sitting room, rage was all over his face, he approached me then pointed to my face.
King Geoffrey: you young lady, are grounded! Do you understand?!!
Grounded?! What did I do this time?! Omigod…father looks serious…this is bad.
Qt: Geoffrey…please
Kg: no… I can’t let this pass again! I told you to settle this years ago, but you were so obsessed with your self fulfillment you let your daughter slip away, I gave you two years! Now what did we get?!
Qt: your daughter doesn’t understand… she’s confused…
What are they talking about?! Of course I understand! Why did this ever happen to me? I don’t deserve this!
I ran to my room crying terribly…I can’t stand this anymore! Should I run away? No!! Mom sacrificed herself to all this madness already…I can’t leave her here. that will be too coarse of me…
I feel so stupid…trapped…I feel like I’ll faint any minute…my energy is drowning…I want to…
M: you still alive?
A: leave me alone Matt…I might kill you for trespassing in my room…but you’re lucky enough to avoid my wrath…
M: tell me sister…what is bothering you?
A: as if you’re really concerned…you’re asking so you can sum up all your ideas for an even better idea to irritate me…
M: well I think that’s a good idea…but I’m not in the mood right now…
A: what are you talking about?!
I sat up on my bed and found him sitting at the foot of the bed already, he’s back on me.
M: I feel pity for you…
Pity? I laughed…my brother is crazy…literally
A: trust me Matt…the last thing you’ll ever feel for me is pity…
M: well…not exactly…but the fact that you’re meeting your new fiancé tomorrow is quite pitiful…and so sad to think I can’t bother you when my new brother-in-law is around…goodnight sister…
Matt left the room smiling. All the colors drained from Alex’s face, she looked like she just saw a ghost.
***
7 am…the chambermaid still not here after breakfast. Weird
No! Not weird! It’s normal! Why do you think Matt said was true? That fiancé thing was all a joke! They can’t get me engage this fast! Where will they look for the guy?
They can look anywhere! Don’t feel so confident!
Oh no! This is a pathetic dream! Overdose of milk!
What dream are you talking about Alex?! This is reality! Knock some sense in your head! Your fiancé might only be late!
This is all a joke! My conscience is bothering me bad! I haven’t even met the guy! I don’t even know what’s happening at all!
How would you know what’s happening when you’re in your room all day?
You’re stressing the point! It’s just 7 in the morning!
If I were you I’ll just check out what’s happening outside. A sneak won’t bite!
If I were me I’d rather sleep.
Chambermaid: My lady…it’s time for breakfast.
The sound of the chambermaid’s voice rang outside the hall, she was approaching Alex’s room.
Oh no! Should I get dress for breakfast or act sick? Act sick!
Alex lunges for her bed and covered herself with her blanket. The chambermaid entered Alex’s room just in time for her to appear sleeping.
A: send apologies to mother, father and brother…I can’t come for breakfast…I feel so terrible…
CM: oh my lady! Should I feel you…
The chambermaid was about to approach her and feel her fore head when she shooed her away.
A: no…please…I might get you sick to…
CM: it’s ok…
A: it’s not ok…*cough**cough* it’s really terrible…I have to sleep…no disturbance please…
CM: yes my lady…I’ll inform everybody…
A: that is so sweet of you…thank you my dear chambermaid…*cough*
CM: with pleasure my lady…you’re welcome
The maid left the room, Alex waited for a couple of seconds before hoisting herself out of the bed and breathing rapidly. Suddenly the maid went back I, Alex jumped back on the bed again and pretended to twist and turn uncomfortably on her bed.
CM: and my lady I…oh my goodness! Are you alright? Is something wrong with the bed?
A: no it’s alright…just say it and leave…
CM: the palace is having foreign visitors…you want to meet them?
A: obviously…I can’t I’m sorry…I’ll try next time…
CM: it’s alright….no need for sorry…just informing here…
A: thank you…I have to get some rest now…
CM: yes my lady…
The chambermaid left again. Alex waited for a couple of minutes before getting off the bed, that chambermaid might come back again. After a couple of minutes she sighed and went off the bed to get dress with her lunch clothes. She slowly opened the door and peeked left and right if there were any signs of human existence in the hallway, so far, none. She tiptoed to the staircase and descended carefully not making any sound. Passing the side door is safe. She lastly looked at the dining hall’s entrance; she can overhear sounds of people talking.
Oh god! What if they’re not only foreign visitors? What if one of them is my fiancé? No… I really need to get out of this mansion and get to the shack for some worker’s clothes, and then I can serve at the party to check what’s really happening. Good! Great plan Alex!
From all of the families I have to come from I am stuck with the most hard-headed getting-their-own-way and think-you-are that-perfect family. I might speak like I have the ugliest family anyone can have…but, unfortunately and luckily for most, I belong to a royal family.
Who never dreamed to be a princess? Well yeah! There are ones who are contented enough, but speaking of dreams, mostly or almost everyone did dream about being one. You might say I’m really crazy for not liking my life, I get almost everything I like, see? Almost, emphasize that word…there are still things I can’t get…and guess what? Freedom
My name is Alexandria Maree Thenyssa Alvenovich Glendolin, Princess of Lanovie.
Lanovie, Where is Lanovie? Speaking of my dear kingdom, it is located at the eastern tail of Sweden, near Copenhagen. It’s just a small island that no one cares about. Well I even think no one ever heard about. It is ruled by Monarchy, my father is the 61st King. The first king was a French Signor, the island was once a center of battle, many Lords, Kings and Knights fought for its rich land, then it fell to the hand of the Brits, English people. My family line came from the English, but because of the small population, Kings were forced to marry nobles from outside the country. My great-great-great-great-great-(and many greats)-grandfather once married a Chinese beauty who is a daughter of a Chinese emperor, and then some of my other grandfathers married daughters of the Japanese emperors, Indian Sultans, Arab princesses. Our raises were mixed,
I'm1/4 Russian noble, my mom’s dad was a noble, her mom was an American commoner. My dad is a pure Lanovian, and I’m proud to say I am too.
I'm the only daughter of the king and my little brother, the brute Heir Prince Matthew Ivanoe Luther Alvenovich Glendolin is 5 years younger than me. Hey! Forgot to tell you I’m only 19…and turning 20 tomorrow…sad to say…I’m getting crowned. I have to start some stupid campaigns and clubs thingy; I have to sponsor and sign things, which I really don’t even understand.
I might sound a little rebellious, but I’m not, of course I’m not! I was worst then! Worst before I turned 18.
Well the story goes. My parent’s sent me to a college town in Denmark; it was St. Peter’s College town. My life back there was everything I really wanted, until I met somebody who made it like living hell. I first had a crush on him, then we became friends, then I fell in love, then he discovered about it, then he confronted me and told me to stay away, then I left Denmark heartbroken, long story right? I can’t even remember any feelings for him. That was exactly a year and a couple of months ago. I never ever returned to Denmark. I'm not scared to hurt my heart again, I’m scared I might be sent to jail for kicking his groin.
Yes, it is possible that I might be sent to jail for hurting him, simply because he’s the heir to the throne of Denmark.
Why am I telling you about these things anyway? You won’t even understand, and I’m not telling you his name, why should I? There’s no other reasonable explanation!!!
I’m exhausted, better sleep for a long day tomorrow.
A: Aaahhhh!!!!
I screamed. There is something moving under my mattress!!!
A: Matt!!! You brute!!! How dare you put this disgusting frog on my bed!!!
A chambermaid quickly entered her room. Then some guards with a pistol in hand.
Chambermaid: My Lady, are you alright?
A: I’m alright…get this slimy frog off my bed…
C: a frog! How did…
A: it’s Matthew…just get this thing off my bed please…
C: yes my lady…
Matthew snickered outside the hall.
***
Queen Tanissa walked in the sitting room. Her children were waiting for her.
QT: Oh darling! Happy birthday! How do you feel?
A: exhausted…
Qt: (laughs) I see…but sadly I can’t make you leave for your bed chamber…we have to get everything ready for the ball tonight…
A: mom…
Qt: oh no…you’re not going off this time…you always find excuses going out of the ball…even the Lanovie ladies now wonder how you look like, you fail to show up in every party I throw…
A: you know I’m not into those things…and besides…they’re killing my jaws…do I really have to smile for the whole evening?
Qt: be thankful you don’t belong to the 17th century…balls starts at 7 in the evening and ends the same time in the morning…
A: I heard it in history…
Qt: well then…you should be thankful…now get yourself ready for the luncheon while I go barking up Matt…
A: sure…
Alex made an evil grin on her face then left the sitting room. She overhears her mother barking, Bark! Bark! Snickering, she knows that her mom is way too dangerous when she calls you by your Russian name.
Qt: Matteo Ivenich Luthex!!!
***
Matt: Oh God! It still hurts!!
A: give up Matt! You know it’s your entire fault…
Matt: oh shut up! It’s not my fault you’re a scaredy cat! And besides! Why did you have to tell mom about it? You think you’re so lucky coz it’s your birthday! Well watch out lady!
A: you’re telling me to shut up?! Maybe you’re the one to watch out! I might beat you to death!
M: oh yeah?! Come on!
Miss Jennings: Hold it! You two! Come over here!
M: it’s the birthday girl’s fault Miss Jennings!
A: you sneak! Think you’re pretty smart, do you?
M: well I am smart! I’ll exile you when I become king!
A: try till you die Matthew!
M: well I will!
Miss Jen: I said hold it! The party will start any minute! We can’t afford the guest to leave!
A: party…party…party…
M: it’s a ball stupid! You think you’re really that civilize?!
MJ: Matt!
M: whatever…
MJ: now Miss Alex…is everything ready?
M: hours ago…
MJ: good! You are meeting your future husband in one of those men…
A: gracious! Consider me sick! I have to leave!
MJ: oh no! Nope! Stop where you are your highness!
M: husband?! Oh this is going to be great!
A: I’m not planning to be hunting for husband’s right now! I just turned 20…
MJ: I didn’t say you have to look for one tonight…I was just telling you that it might be one of them…they’re the lords who are in your circle
A: oh puhlease…
M: oh yahoo…
A: shut up Matt!
M: shut up Matt…blah blah blah…at least I’m not wife hunting…Low life witch!
A: you watch your mouth I might kill you!
Matt left them and entered the waiting room.
***
The royal birthday ball started, as usual, I see some familiar faces, some duke, some earl some cousin prince, some friends, no new people! Oh! There are new people, can’t recognize them, although they look kind of familiar.
Qt: Darling Alex…come over here…
Ok! This couldn’t be good…she’s not used to calling me darling in public.
A: mother…you called?
Qt: yes…I want you to meet her serene highness, Queen Jane of Denmark.
Denmark?! As in queen?! God! Is he somewhere here? If he’s here then supposedly he’ll look for me and try to talk to me! Are you crazy?! Of course he won’t talk to you! He hates you!
Qt: Darling are you alright?
A: oh sorry kind of dizzy…
Alex curtsied to the Queen of Denmark.
A: good evening your highness…I’m glad you accepted our invitation.
QJ: what a pretty child you are! Are you sure you’re ok?
A: yes…my apologies…
QJ: oh no! No apologies…I don’t deserve one…perhaps my intimidating look caused it…
A: of course not your highness…
Qt: the queen arrived alone for your birthday Alex…
A: I hope you had a good trip…
QJ: you have excellent air flight service and the best security I had experienced yet…
Qt: thank you…you should expect it dear Jane…
QJ: Tanissa…I have many things to tell you…
Qt: darling …excuse us…
A: yes mother…
Oh God! What a relief! She came alone! No bastard in the palace! Except Matt of course…but…but why does it feel like I’m sinking? I feel so down…I shouldn’t be! You don’t like that guy anyway!
***
Theo: you know I haven’t met anyone as extraordinary like you…
A: extraordinary? What are you talking about?
Theo: I like you Alex…
I stared at him for a moment, is he serious? No he couldn’t be…he doesn’t even know me yet…
A: oh…
Theo: oh? That’s all? Aren’t you going to say…I like you too? I think I’m in love with you? Just say something please…
A: Theo…I don’t…I don’t know…obviously I’m flattered of course…well thanks anyway…no one ever told me that before…
Theo looked at me weirdly then smiled.
Theo: then I’m lucky number one…
Then we just sat there on the bench smiling at each other. He held my hand then planted a kiss beneath my palms.
***
I shook my head, shaking the thought away, there’s no time thinking about those things, and they’re all useless.
Guy: may I have this dance your highness?
A guy, specifically a Marquee just my age approached me asking for a dance, then I answered in a way I used to since then.
A: you’re not quite my type…bye…take care
I walked away smiling while the Marquee stared after me confused.
***
Qt: you shunned every guy who tried to dance with you! What kind of attitude is that? When are you going to learn Alex?
A: I just don’t want to dance with anyone…I keep on stepping on their toes…
Qt: nonsense! You can dance ballet blindfolded!
A: mother, forgive me…
Qt: tell me…if you keep on acting like this, how will you get married?
A: I don’t want to get married…
Qt: and how come…
A: I want to be alone…
Qt: right now you find it interesting…when you get old it will be boring…
A: as if mother…
Qt: you are lucky you don’t have to go through an arranged marriage like your other cousins… I’m giving you a chance to meet the guy you want to marry…
A: making me meet guys who passed through your search competition is like making me go through an arranged marriage already…
Qt: what are you talking about Alex?
A: mother! What if the guy I want to marry is some commoner or someone out of the country…?
Qt: does that mean you’re interested in marriage? Is he a commoner? I want and need to meet him…
A: mother! I never met anyone who passed my qualifications…will you quit it with this marriage thing?
Qt: dear…I gave you two years to look for the guy…you’re twenty now…we need to find him…as soon as possible…
A: oh this is pathetic! I’m marrying means I’ll be living with this guy all of my life!! What will happen to me if I don’t like him?
Qt: it is not about liking him…it’s about loving him…that’s the essence of marriage…
A: mom, please give me time…
Qt: alright…go then…
I was about to go when my father entered the sitting room, rage was all over his face, he approached me then pointed to my face.
King Geoffrey: you young lady, are grounded! Do you understand?!!
Grounded?! What did I do this time?! Omigod…father looks serious…this is bad.
Qt: Geoffrey…please
Kg: no… I can’t let this pass again! I told you to settle this years ago, but you were so obsessed with your self fulfillment you let your daughter slip away, I gave you two years! Now what did we get?!
Qt: your daughter doesn’t understand… she’s confused…
What are they talking about?! Of course I understand! Why did this ever happen to me? I don’t deserve this!
I ran to my room crying terribly…I can’t stand this anymore! Should I run away? No!! Mom sacrificed herself to all this madness already…I can’t leave her here. that will be too coarse of me…
I feel so stupid…trapped…I feel like I’ll faint any minute…my energy is drowning…I want to…
M: you still alive?
A: leave me alone Matt…I might kill you for trespassing in my room…but you’re lucky enough to avoid my wrath…
M: tell me sister…what is bothering you?
A: as if you’re really concerned…you’re asking so you can sum up all your ideas for an even better idea to irritate me…
M: well I think that’s a good idea…but I’m not in the mood right now…
A: what are you talking about?!
I sat up on my bed and found him sitting at the foot of the bed already, he’s back on me.
M: I feel pity for you…
Pity? I laughed…my brother is crazy…literally
A: trust me Matt…the last thing you’ll ever feel for me is pity…
M: well…not exactly…but the fact that you’re meeting your new fiancé tomorrow is quite pitiful…and so sad to think I can’t bother you when my new brother-in-law is around…goodnight sister…
Matt left the room smiling. All the colors drained from Alex’s face, she looked like she just saw a ghost.
***
7 am…the chambermaid still not here after breakfast. Weird
No! Not weird! It’s normal! Why do you think Matt said was true? That fiancé thing was all a joke! They can’t get me engage this fast! Where will they look for the guy?
They can look anywhere! Don’t feel so confident!
Oh no! This is a pathetic dream! Overdose of milk!
What dream are you talking about Alex?! This is reality! Knock some sense in your head! Your fiancé might only be late!
This is all a joke! My conscience is bothering me bad! I haven’t even met the guy! I don’t even know what’s happening at all!
How would you know what’s happening when you’re in your room all day?
You’re stressing the point! It’s just 7 in the morning!
If I were you I’ll just check out what’s happening outside. A sneak won’t bite!
If I were me I’d rather sleep.
Chambermaid: My lady…it’s time for breakfast.
The sound of the chambermaid’s voice rang outside the hall, she was approaching Alex’s room.
Oh no! Should I get dress for breakfast or act sick? Act sick!
Alex lunges for her bed and covered herself with her blanket. The chambermaid entered Alex’s room just in time for her to appear sleeping.
A: send apologies to mother, father and brother…I can’t come for breakfast…I feel so terrible…
CM: oh my lady! Should I feel you…
The chambermaid was about to approach her and feel her fore head when she shooed her away.
A: no…please…I might get you sick to…
CM: it’s ok…
A: it’s not ok…*cough**cough* it’s really terrible…I have to sleep…no disturbance please…
CM: yes my lady…I’ll inform everybody…
A: that is so sweet of you…thank you my dear chambermaid…*cough*
CM: with pleasure my lady…you’re welcome
The maid left the room, Alex waited for a couple of seconds before hoisting herself out of the bed and breathing rapidly. Suddenly the maid went back I, Alex jumped back on the bed again and pretended to twist and turn uncomfortably on her bed.
CM: and my lady I…oh my goodness! Are you alright? Is something wrong with the bed?
A: no it’s alright…just say it and leave…
CM: the palace is having foreign visitors…you want to meet them?
A: obviously…I can’t I’m sorry…I’ll try next time…
CM: it’s alright….no need for sorry…just informing here…
A: thank you…I have to get some rest now…
CM: yes my lady…
The chambermaid left again. Alex waited for a couple of minutes before getting off the bed, that chambermaid might come back again. After a couple of minutes she sighed and went off the bed to get dress with her lunch clothes. She slowly opened the door and peeked left and right if there were any signs of human existence in the hallway, so far, none. She tiptoed to the staircase and descended carefully not making any sound. Passing the side door is safe. She lastly looked at the dining hall’s entrance; she can overhear sounds of people talking.
Oh god! What if they’re not only foreign visitors? What if one of them is my fiancé? No… I really need to get out of this mansion and get to the shack for some worker’s clothes, and then I can serve at the party to check what’s really happening. Good! Great plan Alex!
