The Prince's Little Honey Badger

Chapter 14

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Deja Vu, that's exactly what it felt like. The earplugs don't seem to deafen the sound of screaming fans. Just like how it was half a year ago, Jessica got us out of bed and waited at the very front of the street at the unearthly hour of 4 AM. I wish I could say Jessica was the only insane one, but not to her surprise, there were already crowds camping out waiting.

They had closed down the streets two nights ago in preparation.

Perhaps it was because the population here was much larger than Remich, but there seemed to be more armed security around; the Fence was higher and further away from the pathway.

There are signs held up from fans, calling out Prince Alexander's name, fan messages of how much they love him, signs of marriage, and all unnecessary things. I'm surprised Jessica wasn't holding a sign up — although I'm thankful she didn't.

Jessica is on my right side, her body shields my broken arm. She props me with pitch-black sunglasses and a cap to help with the bright sun. It helps.

I didn't know what was worse, the cold chilling air that hurts every time I breathe or the crowd shoving us back and forth, screaming their heads off. I swear they're even louder than last time, even with my earplugs.

It's been decided, as much as I hated the last time we did this, today was much worse. Six hours in the middle of winter with screaming fans, a concussion, and a broken arm takes the cake.

Come to think of it, I haven't been on this street ever. We were close to the Palace, and it was a beautiful piece of architecture. I wondered why I never took the time to tour around the city. Especially an iconic tourist attraction like this one.

Jessica made sure we were propped right at the entrance of the Wellington Palace. It was even grander in person. I've seen it on the news, magazine, and online. But nothing compares to physically being there. It was breathtaking —magical.

The castle was fairytale-like. Each stone was aged and unique to make up its walls and structure. It stood on its own, up the hill, lightly dusted in the white snow. Even with all the renovations made to the castle, I couldn't help but be taken back in time. Perhaps it was the scarred stones that were no longer smooth, or the lifeless vine engulfed walls that gave it a distinct monarch feel.

There is a beauty that cannot be explained unless you've seen it in person. The field stretched behind the gate was vast — I'm curious to how it would have looked in the summer, I can only imagine the burst of colors from the flowers.

Countless armed guards stood unanimously on the street past the gate and the front of the Palace. Some guards sat on their War Horses, mammoth-like.

I couldn't help but wonder...what it was like to grow up and be born in something as magnificent as this Palace. My imaginations run wild — who was standing in my spot centuries ago? This Citadel was here generations before me, it's a piece of history. It's been through World Wars. I was engulfed in my curiosities.

"OH MY GOD!!!! ELLIE! LOOK!" Jessica is shaking me, pulling out of my daydream. I was so immersed in my mind that I didn't even notice that the Royal family was already coming towards us on a carriage latched on to four horses. When the King and Queen passed by, we all bowed out of respect. I wouldn't have, but to be honest, I wasn't here to cause a scene. Not today.