I stand at my balcony, just as I did only weeks before. Everything has changed. We never went into battle. Time seemed to twist once I had awoken from that strange dream. That was a year ago. Two burly bodyguards stand at my bedroom door. I wear a peony pink dress, and a sparkling tiara. Kylie and Rex barely talk to me anymore, my new Royal Advisor, Nigel, forces everyone who speak to me to bow or curtsy. I hate it. Right now I watch the villagers frolic about. I think everyone else is happy, except me. I hear voices by my door. And the knob turns, in steps Rex, and I run to his open arms.
I cry into his chest, I don't know why, but I do. He comforts me. I know he doesn't like the changes either. "I wish we were fourteen again. Sitting behind the billboard." I cry. I was fifteen now, I would be sixteen in a few months. It was amazing how time could fly, I remembered that awful day I spent in the werewolf dungeons. I still shook at the thought of it. "I do too. But you and everyone knows this is for the best." Rex replies. Then all of a sudden, I'm jolted awake, it was all a dream!
Rex was still in the werewolf dungeons. There is a knock on the door. And in steps Nigel. "Your highness, there is a strange cloaked visitor who wishes to speak with you, and do hurry please, he gives me the creeps." I nod to him, and walk out the door. I had to go acquaint myself with a strange visitor. Being a princess was a lot harder then I thought.
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Runaways Book 3: The Ivorian Princess
FantasyBrooke has received the shock of her life, as the prophecy said, the only way to stop the war is for Brooke to become the Ivorian Princess. But no one ever said that's what she wanted to do, and she wishes she knew who delivered that strange prophec...
