Princess Frances Thirwall’s Point of view
Belevue
“Here is your medicine, princess.” The sweet young maid, here in my chamber, she only reminds me of my young daughter, the one I sent away because I know I can’t protect her enough if she stays here. I can’t bare the pressure; I didn’t know it’ll be this hard, especially without the proper goodbyes. I hope we’re still alive when this is all over.
“Frances my dear, drink your medicine.” My husband, the brave prince, telling me to drink thru the goblet. But I can’t. I can’t move my legs. I can’t feel my hands.
“I’m not gonna lose you Phillip. I already lose Amelia, and I am NOT gonna lose you.” I managed to say to my love. “You did not lose Amelia, Frances. We didn’t lose our daughter. We just put her on vacation far away we’re she’ll lose contact of the kingdom, where she can forget the feud. She’s going to be fine out there. We had the protection program all planned when she was just 12. She’ll be fine, she has Fanny and Harry. She’ll be fine.”
The protection program, hmmmm
[FLASHBACK]
“Mother, Ridefort has asked for war.”
My husband, Prince Phillip, talking to his mother, the queen.
“This is not a moment for everyone to feel defeated; we have 5 years to convince him that we did not kill his grandfather. Which we clearly did not do.”
“What will be of it after 5 years mother?”
“There will be war.”
“What does this mean?” his eyes, almost filled with anger and despair.
“We need to do something about little Amelia.” She said staying calm like a queen should be.
“Why mother?” my husband, crying in the debts of belief.
“After 5 years she won’t be safe anymore.”
“What about the kingdom?”
“Dear, I’m the queen. I’m ready for anything life throws at me. Now if I we’re you my son, I would plan a protection program for Amelia. I promise you. You won’t regret it.” She stands up from her chair, and tapped Phillip’s shoulders. “Now I have a meeting with the prime minister, to discuss about the feud between Belevue and Pretoria.”
She walked away, poised. My husband who was about to pass out in front of me talked, “We need to plan a protection program for Amelia.”
“O-okay husband. Should I call Queen Annabelle?” I said frazzled. Queen Annabelle is the queen of Maryland. She’s a very good friend of mine and she’s the only one I could trust with things that are important to me.
“NO! no royalties.” He said screaming, but calmly at the end.
“But who do we—“
“No royalties my love, no connection to any royalties. Please. It’s much too dangerous, not just for our little princess but for Maryland too.” I saw his point. He looked straight to my eye, and pressed his lips to mine. Those lips, those lips that I haven’t touched for so long. “I love you Frances, and I won’t let anything happen to you and to Amelia.” He said so close to me. “I love you too Phillip.” And for that moment we called the unroyalties and made contact with them as soon as we can.
And for that day forward, the protection program was born.
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YAY! Hope you understood how the pp was made. Comment me what you think? And yeah, I got the idea form The Princess Protection Program starring Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez. But I didn’t copy the plot. Like please, I’m not a copycat. I’m ALICATTH! :D
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