“What did you think of Princess Rose?” Naveen asked me. I never called him father it didn’t fit him. He reminded me more of a friend then a dad.
“She was beautiful, no?” I said sitting across from him.
“You still have to meet Princess Melody and Princess Blair,” he explained. I nodded. These next two weeks weren’t going to be all that exciting. Three eligible princesses and what? Twelve princes? The odds of me falling in love with Rose, Melody, or Blair were slim to none.
“I’m going to take a walk,” I said buttoning my suit coat as I rose. Mother smiled as I opened the door to leave.
When I first saw this castle I fell in love with it. My parents lived in New Orleans in a big mansion style home, but it was nothing compared to this! The artwork on the wall, the details in the architecture, the servants! I would die to live in a castle…New Orleans was great and all, but a prince should be raised like a prince.
I continued down the hall. Servants passed me and nodded their head slightly. I turned the corner and suddenly was struck, making me fall backwards.
“Oh my!” A girl screeched. Her curly red hair bounced as she helped me up, “I’m sorry!” She had a weird accent.
“It’s quiet alright,” I said brushing myself off. She was wearing an emerald green dress and had a bow on her back.
“I’m Princess Blair,” she said softly. I bowed my head. A princess? She looked nothing like a princess. Her hair was a complete mess, and a bow? I’ve never met a princess who enjoyed shooting arrows.
“Your accent, it’s funny, no?” I said.
“I’m from Scotland,” she said, “I have to get ready for dinner.”
“Me as well, do you shoot?” I asked looking around her shoulder.
“Oh no,” she laughed, “It’s my mom’s! She left it in the carriage.”
“So you don’t shoot arrows?”
“Nope,” she laughed walking away, “See you at dinner, Raymond!” And she was off. I’ve never met a more improper princess. Many that I’ve met curtsey and wait to be dismissed and she just comes and goes. An odd girl. An odd princess.