August 16th 2018
My head was throbbing, and every bone in my body was telling me to throw up, but apparently, the stars were not aligned for that, because my mother was in my room at 9 am telling me that we had a guest that I need to meet.
"Get out of bed child, goodness gracious it's time to get up," she exclaimed, throwing open my curtains which earned a groan from me. She left my room, as I slowly made my way out of bed and brushed my hair, pulling it back into a neat low bun and eventually finding a white dress to wear and I headed downstairs. I found Milla chatting to an unfamiliar boy in our living room and my parents listening in to the conversation.
"Ah here she is!" my father exclaimed as I sat down in the white armchair that was in the middle of the two couches.
"Arabella, this is James Windsor, the Prince of England," my mother said with a smile and I nodded, giving him a friendly smile, very aware of what my mother was trying to pull here.
"Hi James," I said.
"Good morning Arabella," he said with a pleasant smile, highlighting his facial features and blue eyes. He had messy blonde hair, with a very chiselled jawline and defined facial features. He reminded me of someone who should be out surfing, not the prince of England. I gave him a slight smile as I stood up to leave and go and make myself some breakfast, James following me like a lost puppy.
"Can I help you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I walked into the kitchen, trying to find some bread so I could make myself some toast.
"Your parents said that you would show me around," he said, pouring himself a glass of water as I made myself my toast and cup of tea.
"Show you around where?" I asked, buttering my toast and sitting down at the marble bench in the middle of the kitchen.
"Around here, show me to my room and stuff," James said, sitting opposite me. He was wearing a light pink shirt, with tan chinos, reminding me of the boys that I used to go to boarding school with.
"Did either of my parents tell you what floor you are staying on?" I asked and he nodded.
"The first floor," he said and I nodded, almost letting out a sigh of relief as I thought he would be getting Milla's room, and I did not want that at all.
"Okay, I will take you to your room in a minute," I said not really interested in a conversation with him, because I knew the only reason he was here was because of my mother. She was most definitely trying to set me up with him, as she is probably aware of my feelings for Luke, and does not want me dating someone who is not royalty.
"Thank you, Arabella," James said with a genuine smile, as I finished my breakfast and gestured for him to come and get his bags with me, whilst I showed him to his room.
"What room would you like?" I asked, gesturing to the numerous empty bedrooms that we have on the first floor.
"I do not mind, you can pick." I shrugged my shoulders, as I lead us down the hallway and showed him to his spare room, which was cosy and roomy enough for him I assumed.
"How long are you planning on staying here?" I asked, placing his bags down on the dark red quilt cover.
"I don't know, Alice never told me when I was leaving," James said, as he begun to hang up his shirts. I sighed quietly, hoping that he did not hear me. In any other circumstance, I would be absolutely ecstatic that a boy as gorgeous as James was staying in the palace, but I like Luke and that's that.
"What are you doing?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.
"What do you mean?" James asked, a confused look on his face.
"Do you not want me to show you around?" I asked with a laugh and he nodded, placing a white shirt down on his bed as we left his room. A may as well be nice to him since I am going to have to live with him for god knows how long.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked as we walked into the main entrance, and out the front door to walk around the gardens.
"Outside James," I said and he blushed red and muttered 'sorry' underneath his breath.
"Are you the heir to your throne?" I asked and he shook his head.
"My older brother Edward is, thank god," he laughed.
"Do you not want to be King?" I asked and he immediately shook his head as we continued to walk through the gardens.
"No way in hell, Edward is the only one out of the four of us cut out for it."
"Four of you?"
"Edward is the oldest than me, and we have twin sisters, Katherine and Anne."
"Good God that is a lot of siblings," I let out with a laugh and he shook his head, obviously disagreeing.
"Nah," James said, "How many do you have though?"
"Just one, his name is Enzo."
"Older?" he asked and I nodded.
"He is engaged, so I have no chance of being Queen," I laughed.
"Do you want to be Queen?" James asked and I shook my head.
"I broke up with my last boyfriend Nicholas because he is in line to be the King of Denmark."
"Do you really not want to be Queen that bad?" James asked as we continued to walk under the sun, it's warm rays gently touching our skin.
"Pretty much, I don't think I would make a very good Queen."
"Why not?" James asked, clearly intrigued about my angst about being a Queen.
"I guess Enzo has always been the one in line for the throne, so I never had to worry about it," I began, " I sort of adjusted to the feeling, and I liked the freedom of not being the child that would one day rule France."
"I think you would make a good Queen," James said, and I blushed slightly, lowering my head so that he would not see.
"Why?" I laughed softly, as we sat down on the grass near one of the many lakes in the never-ending garden.
"You look like one first of all," James said with a cheeky smile and I rolled my eyes at him as he continued to talk.
"You seem lovely and bold, qualities that most Queen's seem to poses."
"Thanks, James," I said, giving him a genuine smile. I have to admit, he is doing his utmost best to try and woo me over. I am not sure if he is doing it because he has been forced to, or if he genuinely thinks I am attractive.
We ended up going back inside after a while so that James could settle into his room. I made my way back to my room, quickly checking to see if Milla was in her room, which she was not. I went back to my bedroom, checking my phone for any texts and I had two. One from Luke and one from Milla. The one from Milla said that she had managed to convince my mother to let her go and see Calum, which made me laugh slightly. The latter text from Luke, however, made my heart skip a beat.
From: Mr Hemmings: I'm a fool for you, and all the things you do x
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fkn love 'Fool For You' by Zayn, honestly such a top tune
hey!!! how is everyone !! ten chapters in I think??? lol
This is James :OOOOO
Arabella's outfit is the photo attached !
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