He's My Prince Charming

Chapter 30: My Dear Hellion

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My lovelys'!

I am such a bad person; I know.  However, I promise I had every intension to get this out before the weekend had ended.  It was not my rumbustious boys who caused me to break my promise; actually, this time it was my very high maintenance 21-year-old daughter!  Nevertheless, I am already working on the next chapter, so that should mean it will get out sooner than usual:)

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Chapter 30:  My dear Hellion...

"Sarah, I can't face him, what if he hates me?  Or worse, he won't forgive me?  Could he get angry enough to throw me in the dungeon? You think? Emmet, probably wouldn't do that, but what about the King; that man can really blow-a-gasket when he's been riled up. I think..."

Sarah interrupts my rant, looking as she might blow her own gasket within seconds.

"Kyliette!"

I give her a guiltless look, well I am hoping it looked like I was rather innocent.  However, her return look was a look like, 'Seriously?' in a quite forceful tone. Therefore, I'm not sure if I accomplished my goal, or not. Actually, pondering on the theory; I'm inclined to think she is beyond exasperated with me. If I were to be honest with myself, I would not blame the girl; it had been almost an hour since this horrendous aircraft finally landed on solid ground.

I am quite certain, that the plane was still rocking from the abrupt stop into the private gate, when I watched the pilot practically run off the airplane. He only spared a mere second to turn around, and send me one final rather evil glare my way. This of course, seemed to bring out a snicker from Sarah.  I feel quite positive I even heard my sweet niece, Mia giggle little traitor!  I held up my own trademark; a look of complete confusion of why the man would dislike me so. I mean, who says only the blondes get to play dumb? After Sarah gave me a lengthy lecture on my attitude about everything, and rather rudely reminded me of my near nervous breakdown some time ago; she left me all by myself. She stormed down the stairs, ranting about how utterly crazy I was. On the other hand, I could not agree more with her theory of my mental state.  Even so, gosh dang; did she have to bring up the breakdown?  The horrid nightmare crept right up into my noodled brain, causing my panic at the thought of facing a very rightly, irate Prince. So honestly, it's not my fault for her current dilemma; she completely caused this herself! Had she not given me flashbacks of the world's worst nightmare of mankind, I would not be in this state of distress. 

I have sat here for the last thirty minutes working up, a good amount of terror running through my veins.  She was now back trying to get me off this dratted plane. My fear of the dream becoming reality, has forced me to be somewhat of a pathetic moron. Her next words; however, brought me straight out of my troubling thoughts.

"Fine, I will just let me come get you, himself! I do not have the patience for this, Kylie.  I mean, honestly. You require more patience than Mia, and let me tell you; she requires an amazing amount!"

I had immediately jerked out of my slumber, about to protest my devotion to her patience when she just disappeared.  In my sheer urgent panic, Iscreamed for her to come back, only to hear nothing in return.  I abruptly started pacing back and forth trying to get my heart under control. If he confronts me on the airplane, will he just send me back without giving me a chance to explain? Heck-or-olla, what was there to explain, any ways? Oh, yeah...that I'm a crazy lunatic who loves you, and though you should throw me into a very dark dungeon, please forgive me?