Leaving the dining room, I broke off from the group and headed up the stairs, unnoticed. My flats sunk into the plush carpet as I walked quickly to my room. I opened my door and let out a relieved sigh when I found it empty. The light shone through the windows, making the space bright and open. It was such a large room. I glanced around until I found my computer. Picking it up, I went to sit cross legged on the bed. It was nice to have this piece of home with me, and I powered it up. I was pleased to find that the palace had wifi, and that I was already connected. Clicking the message icon, I found that Tatum had already sent me something.
Tate: Hey, how's it going Di?
I quickly typed out a reply.
Diana: It's hectic. So many girls! I feel so out of my element here.
Almost as soon as I sent it, there were typing bubbles, indicating Tate was on.
Tate: And somehow you feel in your element when you're off in a foreign country?
Diana: Yes. I can handle wild animals and strange customs, but this many people? No way. Practically the entire royal family is here, not to mention all the girls, maids, and guards. I feel like I was sent to prison for a crime I didn't commit.
Tate: Lol. I'm sure you'll get used to it by the time the numbers dwindle. Anyhow, have you met the prince yet ;D
I sat there, staring at the screen, deciding what to write.
Diana: Yes, climbing the palace walls.
It took a moment before Tatum replied. I probably caught him off guard, which made me smile.
Tate: Wow. How can you say you're out of your element? It sounds like a jungle to me
At that, I laughed. There was a crash outside my balcony. Startled, I told Tate that I'd be right back, and went to investigate. There, sprawled out across the floor of my balcony, was Prince Milo. He had knocked over a small table that once held a vase full of flower, which now laied shattered beside him. He looked up at me, with a light blush.
"Lovely evening we're having," he asked, very gentlemanly, as if he wasn't lying on the floor, glasses ascue.
"Oh yes, quite. Although I believe there is a chance of raining princes. Hope it won't ruin the day."
He chuckled and stood, brushing tiny shards of glass off his suit. At a small wince, I stuck out my hand.
"What?" he questioned innocently.
"Let me see," I said in a no nonsense way. Sighing, he allowed to look at the cut on his palm.
"It's not a big deal," he hedged. "I'll be fine."
Ignoring his protests, I pulled him into my room, towards the bathroom. Instructing him to wash off the cut, I went over to my bag, pulling out a small circular tin and I thought back to how I got it.
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The Next Selection: Ladies of Illéa
FanfictionThe selection is back, this time with the the grandson of the beloved King Maxon and Queen America. After the terrible loss of the future queen Kerttu, Queen Eadlyn's second born, Prince Milo, is forced into spotlight. It's been three years since t...