You can't run forever

Chapter 2 - Time to grow up

I woke up, Startled, and reached for the tablets next to my bed. They were for the stress I always get after my dreams. That boy always appeared in my dreams. He had thick wavy hair that covered his forehead and a charming and intelligent face. He always wore the same clothes in my dreams. The sort that a prince would wear, A long fur coat over a dark blue top and pants. From my dreams I assumed he was a noble blood,and possibly my future prince. You know how Cinderella and Snow white had their Prince Charmings? Well maybe he was mine. I had never seen him around so maybe he was from a distant land. I got up then walked slowly and dizzily towards my bathroom to take a quick shower to wash of the confused, sickening feeling I had. 

I put on a rose colored long sleeved blouse, then wore a white blazer and matching pencil skirt. My maid tied up my hair in a professional, tight, ballerina bun the handed me my rose pink ankle strap high heels with the matching clipboard with the words 'Princess' plastered all over the back. The first thing I had to do this morning was: Breakfast. The hardest part of my day. I took a deep breath as my maid pushed open my double doors which made a loud "Clank!" sound, I strutted out confidently as I knew that the reason the doors made that sound were to alert the staff of my incoming presence not to make me look more important. A servant ran up to me and started blabbering nervously, I smiled reassuringly and took note of the fact that the usual girl who managed my activities was not there. "Milady, You're 10am walk of the kingdom has been cancelled and postponed to 11:30am" She stuttered. " Oh no, that's terrible! the people won't be happy they'll see it as neglect!" I exclaimed. The servant thinking she had done something to offend me tried to make me feel better by making excuses."its because of breakfast running a little late, Milady... Millicent... I mean one of the Many servants has just quit because she was refused Leave" gurgled the servant. "Who was the person who refused her leave? ask whomever to meet me in my blue meeting room on the 2nd floor" I demanded. The servant gasped unnecessarily and realized she shouldn't have gossiped so freely. "It was the head of guards.... Could you um.. tell him yourself... I don't really wish to lose my high position here.."Tried the servant. " No! it is not my responsibility, it is part of your job!, and you call this a high position! you're my servant for goodness sake! If you don't do exactly as I say I will fire you on the spot!" I growled, fuming with anger. "Right away, Milady!" blubbered the servant trying not to cry as she scattered away. First the dream, now this lazy servant! life was going badly this morning. As I wrote down 'fire new lazy servant' in my large sloped curly handwriting onto the clipboard, I felt a ping of guilt for being so angry at her. I mean it wasn't really her fault that she didn't know that royals didn't usually do things themselves. She only looked around 15 to 16, so this was probably like a part time job for her or something. I looked at the words on my clipboard and put a question mark next to the statement I had just written. Then I continued down the stairs.

The giant double doors bigger than my own, led to our medium sized dining room used for family meals. The large dining room was used for special occasions or large gatherings. And the small dining room which was barely used was for one on one conversations. "Princess Cassandra!" announced the butler standing at the entrance in a loud voice. "You don't need to announce my name every time I go to eat" I informed him. "But its tradition" he informed me with a sly smile. I sighed and motioned for him to carry on. The dining room had vivid pictures of my ancestors leading battles, going on quests and winning beautiful fair maiden's hand's in marriage.  It was quite a cheery room with yellow flower patterned wallpaper and well furnished wood paneling floors, covered in grey fur rugs. My father's chair was the largest, with a giant leather seat catered to his preferences. He was already seated there, his left hand perched on his chin and his right one curled in a fist on the armrest. He looked up from the letter he was reading to give me a quick smile. "Sit down dear" He muttered to me gesturing to the seat on his left. My mother was already there as well staring at her top of the line phone, which was plated with real gold and made a metallic buzzing sound whenever she got a message. "Who are you talking to, Mum?" I questioned trying to be social. "Mhmm... What honey?...Oh your Aunt Elisa, Sweetheart, She has just entered the south of our country so if she travels along the straight motorway she can come straight to our Castle to stay" muttered my Mother not even bothering to look up from her phone. "Coool" I said swiftly, slightly annoyed. "Why do you even bother to use that thing?" Asked my odd younger brother Matthew gesturing to my clipboard on the table next to me, who then pushed up his spectacles and stared at me hard. "What? the clipboard? Its so I don't go out of practice writing things, When I'm Queen I am going to enforce a rule that people take handwriting lessons till they are 14, I don't want to end up like Mum's other sister, Beatrice, who used electronics so much she forgot how to write" I bickered. "When I'm Queen, When I'm Queen" Copied Matthew in a high pitched imitation of my voice "What if I take over another country and wage war on you?". "Then you would be a fool to challenge my older sister" Said a cool and collected voice. Clarissa my other younger sibling strutted into the room in a elegant white jumpsuit tossing her locks away from her face and sitting in the chair on my left. She posed coldly like a model without any expression then sneered "And she would crush your little rebellion and leave you for dead". Matthew jumped up, frightened, grabbed his game console and scrambled eggs on toast "I want to eat in my room" he informed our father who just nodded frustrated at his letter. He practically ran out the double doors and Clarissa kept her green eyes fixed on him in her perfect cold stare. As soon as the door slammed shut, Clarissa and I burst into peals of laughter. "Omg sis, you should have seen his expression! Lol" said Clarissa the inner her coming out. If you looked closely you could tell she wasn't perfect and her teeth were crooked when she truly laughed. "You know, A future queen shouldn't let her 10 year old brother bully her like that" She advised. "I know but he's only a kid, He can't do much harm" I argued. "You're too nice, sis, you're going to make a great queen some day" Said Clarissa hugging me tightly. "Ahh but you're already the perfect princess" I teased. Clarissa had inherited Dad's blonde straight hair and Mum's bright green eyes, She had also inherited dad's tall frame and Mum's skinny build, At 15 she was 5 foot 9, while I was only 5 foot with mum's brown curly hair and grey eyes. My brother looked like a miniature version of my dad but with curly brown hair and darker blue eyes. Clarissa pulled out her silver iphone and started giggling about something her friend had posted on SnapShare. My typical morning breakfast of Arugula and pistachio pesto quiche had finally arrived and I dug into it ravenously. "Ugh I hate Arugula it's so leafy and it comes up your throat.." remarked my mother staring at my plate while her cajun benedict arrived. "Thanks Mum" I remarked dryly, pushing away my plate and ordering some ham and cheese souffles. "You know I hate ham, because.." Trailed off my mum, again. "I just love hungarian sour cherry cake!" Broke in Clarissa trying to keep peace in our busy family. "And I love Feta tarts!" Interrupted my Father. Just then a crystal clear ringing rang out, once then twice and finally thrice. Everyone leapt up to their feet as a harmonious song began to play. My father in front, then my mother, me, my younger sister and then my brother. My mother began to dust of her green silk dress and tugged at the long sleeves on her dress. Then she moved onto tightening my father's tie and pulling at my blazer. "Stop it!" I growled as she leapt back. "Suit yourself then" She sniffled turning her back to me. The hallway erupted in chaos as a flurry of servants ran up and down excitedly. "BAM!" a loud noise as something slammed into a wall and sent tremors up and down the castle. "Oh no! " said a frightened young kitchen girl as a older one took her hand and led her forward.