A month later
"Woooo!" I screamed as I slid down on of the staircases in Buckingham Palace. I still hadn't slid down them all.
"Miss Camembert, may one speak with you. Even if one thinks you may be having a little too much fun," The Queen said, staring at me disapprovingly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am," I said, lowering my head slightly.
"Don't call one that, you know one hates it. Call one your majesty," The Queen replies in a way in which I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
"Ok... well what would you like to talk about?" I asked the reigning monarch of the United Kingdom Of Great Britain And Northern Ireland, also known as my adoptive mother.
"You're duties as a Princess," she said, staring at me as if the answer was obviously.
I must have looked confused because I was given the reply of, "What? Did you seriously think this would be like a Disney movie, it is quite hard running a country, one should know?"
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Adopted by the Queen
ספרות חובביםWARNING! May contain large amounts of cheese! If lactose intolerant take precautions I know this is probably not the kinda thing I would write, but I have been asked by a friend to publish this. It's her story not mine 😉
