The Hidden Royal (Under Construction!)

The Hidden Royal [2]

Does everyone like it so far? Please, comment or vote. I would really appreciate it. By the way, the picture on the right is my friend Brannon. That's how I came up with the name Brannon for this story. He has no idea though. Lol, maybe I should tell him...

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I shook my head as I stared at the T.V in disbelief.

“Where has our princess disappeared too?” A reporter asked with wide eyes.

I changed the channel with a sigh.

“Is Princess Victoria in danger?”

I hung my head and groaned. “Oh my God!”

For the past four days I’ve been here, everyone was going crazy about where I’ve been. Since it was too soon to go out of the house, I’ve been locked up in here with nothing to do. There was nothing on T.V but the news.

“You excited about this evening?” Chloe asked, peeking out of the bathroom with a towel on top of her head.

I dropped the remote and walked to where she was standing with desperate eyes. “What’s happening tonight?”

“A barbecue at the pack house. Everyone wants to meet you.” She replied with a shrug.

I almost cried in excitement and relief. Although meeting the pack was very nerve racking, I was still excited.

“I’m finally getting out of this house!” I cried, doing a little happy dance.

Chloe chuckled at me. “You’re so crazy.”

“Me, crazy? What’s crazy is being stuck in here!”

“Well, we didn’t want people to be suspicious.” She explained. “Go ahead and take a shower. Brannon will be up to make you a different person.”

I sighed, not ready to be tortured by a wig and glasses.

I quickly took a shower and brushed my teeth. As soon as I rinsed my mouth, I felt a hand grip my wrist and tug me back into the room.

“I’m so excited to see the new you. I’ve always wondered what you would look like with brown hair.” Brannon gushed as he practically threw me into the chair that was in front of the mirror.

“You’re not dying it!” I quickly said, pointing a finger.

“Cén fáth go mbeadh an ifreann mé gearrtha amach seo a masterpiece?!” He gasped in mock horror.

“What the hell did he just say?” Chloe gaped at him like he had three eyes.

I grinned. “He said, ‘Why the hell would I cut off this masterpiece.’” I translated. “It’s Irish.”