𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑰 , 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

After a charity event, Kate went to pick up her daughter from school. She went to er her athletics training, so the teenager was a bit nervous as her mother hadn't been to any training for two years. She used to show her a lot as she didn't miss any of her brothers' training, but by now she was used to it.

When Victoria looked up at the stands she could spot her mother instantly as she was standing in the corner with her security staff behind her. She gave her a little wave, which the woman responded with much more enthusiasm.

The coach began to give instructions, which everyone followed to the letter. While running, the teenager usually didn't think about anything, but at this moment she couldn't help her thoughts. She knew that her mother had prepared something for the weekend, as she had insisted on packing a suitcase. Which reminded him of when he took her to a cabin to talk and it ended badly.

Her fellow athletes were very surprised to see her there, so some of them kept staring at her as they ran. Kate noticed that, which made her feel pretty bad because in all her other children's training sessions, her teammates were never surprised to see her there.

—Hi sweetie— her voice was soft, which surprised Victoria as she didn't seem angry about what had happened days before. —Get your bag, the plane is waiting for us.

The teenager's eyes widened in surprise, she thought they would just spend the night in a nice place nearby, but not that you would have to take a plane.

—Where are we going?— she asked as they headed for the car.

—Scotland.

Scotland had always been a very special place to his parents, so she was quite surprised that it was the place her mother had chosen. She waited the whole trip waiting for Kate to speak up and scold her, but that didn't happen.

During the journey the teenager stayed in a side seat while a history book was read. She was quite frightened as her mother's silence was unusual.

They arrived at a small house on the coast and went for a walk.

—I never thought I'd have this life, I've always wanted to be a photographer— Catherine said, trying to make Victoria identify with her struggle to balance her personal dreams with real responsibilities.

—I don't even have the chance to dream of wanting to be anything other than a queen— said the teenager, ducking her head as this was a very sensitive subject for her.

The brunette was silent, searching for the right words. She knew that this was a key moment and she had prepared herself for it.

—Being queen is a great responsibility— Kate said softly —But it's also an opportunity to make a difference.

—Make a difference? How?— she asked with a sarcastic laugh —I can't go out alone with my friends without people having an opinion. Every single thing I say, do, wear is judged.

The woman felt a lump in her throat, but she didn't look away. She knew Victoria needed to be heard.

—Being queen doesn't mean you stop being yourself. You can decide what kind of queen you want to be.

—What if I don't want to be queen— she replied in a broken whisper. What if I'm not strong enough? Kate took her hand firmly and squeezed it gently.

—Being strong doesn't mean not being afraid, it means going forward even when you are. I know you didn't ask for it, but you have something special about you— the teenager looked at her mother, tears sliding down her cheeks.

—Sometimes I feel like I can't do it anymore, that I'm not enough for this— she confessed, causing Kate to reach out and pull her into a warm embrace.