Prologue
She looked the bright sky, bored. She woke up 30 minutes ago and her stomach was getting impatient already.
- Miss Brittany S Pierce II?
Ugh! And this name!
- Yes…?
- We're arriving. We'll land in five minutes.
The flight attendant made a reverence, heading to the pilot cabin. Britt rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her stomach pressing it. She closed the window, wishing she had someone next to her just to have a normal talk. Something like "Hey, what's up?" and not the ones that everyone used to have with her, which was something like "OH MY GOD! SHE TALKED TO ME!"
A few minutes later, she was on Marshall's International Airport. She left the little jet ridiculously named "B.S.P. II", shaking her head. Yes, Yes. A guy all dressed in black, with sun glasses and a serious posture, was waiting for her and gave her a quick reverence.
- The Queen waits for you.
Britt tilts her head. There was a jam of people across landing strip, and when she looked, everyone waved happily, some whispering something to each other and taking pics. So, she decided to waves back, smiling.
- Follow my lead, miss. – The guy in black said.
The girl took the blonde hair from her eyes, getting into the limo. She fixed her ripped jeans and again turned her look to the window, waving one last time.
- How was the trip, Miss Pierce?
- A shit! I hate that jet and that ridiculous name.
- It was named by the queen. – The driver said, smiling. The sincerity of the princess scared him sometimes.
- But whatever. But tell me Mike, how's everything going on here?
- It's all fine, Miss Pierce. Since you left, we haven't found any broken gargoyle.
Britt laughed. Old times...
When they arrived on the Castle, she didn't need to check twice to make sure everything was the same as before. Right after left the car, she got into the huge lobby, hand stucked on her pockets and saw three people staring at her. Her mom, Emma and a shorter girl with a tanned skin. Emma and the girl made a reverence.
- Sweetie! – the queen opened her arms and she finally run into her mom's embrace like a little kid. – I missed you so much! How was your trip? You're thinner ! I knew you weren't eating well… And… what about those clothes…? – The queen was checking her daughter upside down, with a serious face.
- Mom! Mom! – Britt grabbed the woman by her shoulders. And looked deeply into her eyes before smile – I missed you.
The older woman smiled and everyone who looked at her knew exactly from where those smile and eyes on Britt came from. Britt then turned around to the governess, pulling her into a hug lifting her from the ground.
- Girl! Let me go! – she said laughing
- I missed you too, Emma!
- Me too, my baby… me too.
- Britt, I want to introduce you to your adviser, Miss Lopez. – She pointed to the other girl who made a short reverence.
- Ahm… Adviser…? How so..?
- Sweetie, she has a job to do… - the queen made a pause and Britt waited for her to carry on – She will help you to find a fiancé!
- WHAT? FIANCÉ? – Britt stepped back, yelling. Miss Lopez rolled her eyes.
- But I don't want to get married! How so..?!
- Sweetie…
- Excuse me, Mad'm. – Miss Lopez finally said something, and the queen just nodded. Lopez had this deep brown eyes and a serious tone of voice. – Miss Brittany, you're going to be the future queen. And that's the reason why you should get married. And I'll help you with this subject.
With her eyes widen, Britt blinked slowly.
Oh shit! I am fucked.