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Her Royal Highness - Chapter Two
Published Jul 13, 2010


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Author's Note:
So, it took me quite a while, but chapter two is finally here. My apologies for the wait, I had to buy Pets, make a new lot and sims, learn how to freaking edit my pictures (I didn’t do that before, I hope you’ll notice the difference) and I also installed a new graphic card. All in all, I’ve made some improvements which I hope were worth the wait.
First of all let me thank you for reading this. I’m very glad to see so many people like my story, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. =]
Second of all, allow me to explain a few things about this chapter (and the future ones), before you get confused:
The prologue and chapter one were a flash forward, and they strayed from the main lines of the original plot. These preceding parts may have given you the idea that this is a supernatural romance story, but that’s not the case, I’m sorry if that confused you. The events of the previous parts actually take place late in the actual story and incidentally, Sam is only a minor character, and not the protagonist, as I might have led you to believe.
The reason why I wrote those two parts from Sam’s perspective was because I like him as a character (I find him to be endearing) and thought some things needed to be seen through his eyes. Also, having already introduced most of the important characters to you now, the rest of the story will be able to move faster.
With this chapter, the story goes back several years, to its beginning, and Sam isn’t even part of it yet. =( But don’t worry, we’ll meet him soon enough.
From now on, the rest of the story will just be written in third person perspective and will follow the real protagonist. (Let’s see if you can figure out who it is before I mention a name. ;])
Well that was all, let's go to our tale, shall we?

Author's Note:
So, it took me quite a while, but chapter two is finally here. My apologies for the wait, I had to buy Pets, make a new lot and sims, learn how to freaking edit my pictures (I didn’t do that before, I hope you’ll notice the difference) and I also installed a new graphic card. All in all, I’ve made some improvements which I hope were worth the wait.
First of all let me thank you for reading this. I’m very glad to see so many people like my story, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. =]
Second of all, allow me to explain a few things about this chapter (and the future ones), before you get confused:
The prologue and chapter one were a flash forward, and they strayed from the main lines of the original plot. These preceding parts may have given you the idea that this is a supernatural romance story, but that’s not the case, I’m sorry if that confused you. The events of the previous parts actually take place late in the actual story and incidentally, Sam is only a minor character, and not the protagonist, as I might have led you to believe.
The reason why I wrote those two parts from Sam’s perspective was because I like him as a character (I find him to be endearing) and thought some things needed to be seen through his eyes. Also, having already introduced most of the important characters to you now, the rest of the story will be able to move faster.
With this chapter, the story goes back several years, to its beginning, and Sam isn’t even part of it yet. =( But don’t worry, we’ll meet him soon enough.
From now on, the rest of the story will just be written in third person perspective and will follow the real protagonist. (Let’s see if you can figure out who it is before I mention a name. ;])
Well that was all, let's go to our tale, shall we?
The young girl had risen with the sun as she always did, awaking long before the rest of the household. She would always cherish those moments of silence before the bustle of a busy life with hordes of children in a small house began. The five other children with whom she shared her room, as well as her foster parents, always slept until a more manageable hour leaving her the house to herself so long as she stayed quiet.
In the mornings, she always silently opened the bedroom window, sat on the window-sill with her legs dangling outside and watched the sun greet her with its first light. She always felt somehow guilty that the others were missing the free spectacle, but she had soon learned that they did not appreciate it when she disturbed their sleep for it. So instead she watched the orange light cascade over the cobble stones of the paved road on her own, smelling, hearing and tasting the awakening world; waiting for the morning to enter her, run through her veins and begin her day for her.
She was soon shaken from her trance-like state by a high-pitched, whiny noise from the outside of her bedroom door; a cat’s meow. She dropped down from the window as silently as she could and treaded on tiptoes to the other side of the room where she opened the door and allowed the cat in. “Of all people, you’re the last I’d expected to be awake at this hour, Luce.” The cat, which was usually still purring and asleep on the foot of her foster parents’ bed at this time of day, ignored her completely and glided past her feet. It snuck across the carpet more like a shadow than an animal and jumped on the window-sill so soundlessly it put the girl’s previous attempts of stealth to shame.
“You didn’t come here to keep me company, did you? You have your own plans of which I am no part because I’m a mere insignificant human.” The cat turned to glare at the girl shortly, before returning its gaze to the outside. The girl sighed thinking she should consider herself lucky for having a living soul to watch the sunrise with her. Even if it was a soul as self-centred and silent as a cat. Thing was, though, the cat was not watching the skies; it was staring intently at the road.
The girl curled up in the window again. She began stroking unresponsive Luce and marvelled at its strange interests.
“What are you staring at, you silly kitty? There’s nothing to see there.”She tore her attention away from the cat and then looked out the window so as to not miss any more of the dawn when she spotted a young man standing in the middle of the road, just there where Luce had been staring at. It almost seemed as if the cat’s eyes had caused the man to materialise. The more logical explanation was that the cat, with its senses so heightened one could easily be forgiven to believe the creature clairvoyant, had sensed the man coming, wherever it was that he had come from. He showed little interest for the rest of the neighbourhood and stared right into the window, at the girl, and smiled. Something about that particular smile was beckoning her to go downstairs, to speak with him. As much as she knew she was not to talk to strangers, she figured there would be little harm done as long as she stayed inside. She quickly snuck to the other side of the room and eased the door open, slowly, silently, trying not to wake her adoptive siblings. By the time the door had opened a sufficient amount to allow her passage, so much time had already passed she feared the man would be long gone. Before she could leave the room, she saw a flash of Luce’s black fur slipping between her feet, as if the overly privileged animal thought the entranceway was made for it alone. She tiptoed noiselessly down the stairs: a small, fair-haired creature in a long white nightgown that billowed around her still shapeless children’s legs. Like a little ghost she glided through the hall, stopping before the front door where her hand hovered over the door handle a while in hesitation as she stood in the coloured light coming through the door’s stained glass. She eventually opened the door and poked her head out into the world outside, careful not to let her feet touch the front porch, because as long as they stayed in the hall, she was still inside. She saw the stranger sitting casually on one of the Adirondack chairs on the front porch, staring lazily into the sky as if he had been there for hours, while she knew it had been no more than a few minutes since they had made eye contact through the window.
He stood up when he saw her and granted her that same smile as before, which made her forget for a second she was not allowed to talk to strangers.
“Good morning Macy. Lovely weather we’re having, wouldn’t you agree?” He was not much of a conversationalist. She decided not to ask him how he knew her name. In this small town where everyone knew everyone else, the man could have heard it anywhere. In any case she was more interested in his curiously old-fashioned clothing. He reminded her of an eighteenth-century nobleman prepared for a ride in the countryside, like she had seen illustrations of in one of the more challenging books in the family’s bookcase, the kind for which she needed a dictionary at hand in order to comprehend them completely.
“I’m sorry to say, sir, that my parents aren’t awake yet. So you’ll probably have to be on your way again, because I’m certain I’m not allowed to let you in and wait for them.”
“How unusual for a girl your age to speak so eloquently.” He exclaimed pleasantly surprised.
“I’m not sure what ‘a girl my age’ is supposed to mean. I’m eleven, it’s normal to be able to speak properly at this age.”
“You must read a lot. I suppose that’s all you do, you don’t play much with your brothers and sisters do you?”
“They’re not my brothers and sisters, nor each others’. We’re all adopted, you see.”
“I knew that. I didn’t come here unprepared. I’m not here to see your parents.” Macy had not realised that she had already left the house by now, and was standing on the front porch, several feet away from the door. It had happened somewhat against her will and the man’s last sentence made her remember her earlier heed so she took a few large demonstrative steps backwards before she resumed speaking.
“Then what did you come here for?” She found that she could not look directly at the man, for her feelings confused her when she did. She was very frightened by his unusual behaviour, but simultaneously felt entirely at ease with him. She looked at the kitchen window beside him instead and saw Luce there, glaring at the man with her large green eyes. The cat’s eternal look of haughty disdain made it hard for Macy to determine how the creature felt about the man, since it gave every person the same treatment.
“I came here to abduct you, if I can be so frank as to say it.”
She knew she should not but all she could do was step closer to him.
“Why?”
“You don’t belong here, you know that. You haven’t a single thing in common with these people; you’re not even really an orphan like the other children.”
“Don’t you think I know that? Who are you to decide where I’d be better off? My parents will come back for me at some point, and when they do, I’ll be easier for them to find if I stay here.” Despite saying this, she stepped closer still, while he stepped back, slowly leading her farther away from the door.
“That’s not what you want, though.” He had descended the small steps at the side of the porch by now and stood on the footpath that led to the open road. She was on the edge, soon to follow him, though she knew not why. She felt like a puppet, moving against her better judgement, being drawn to this young man.
“Who are you?” She asked him while he stood there and casually wiped some dust off his velvet green jacket as if nothing was happening. As if Macy was holding a normal conversation with an acquaintance, rather than making a pivotal life decision without being able to use her own common sense.
“My name is Ivan.” He stressed the word ‘name’ with a grin, as though he was telling a joke by saying this. “That’s all you’ll need to know for now.”
“I want to come with you Ivan.” She said with a slight quiver in her voice. “Why do I want that? What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what I do best. This is why I was sent here. I can convince every little girl or boy to just join me, no matter how clever they are. And you’re quite the clever one, I’ve heard.” He held her hand and smiled at her warmly, trying to make it clear to her that he meant no harm. “Is there anything you want to take with you?”
“I need clothes. I can’t spend the rest of my days wearing a nightgown, but I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to my room without waking anyone. I’d better not go fetch anything, now that I think about it. It’ll compromise your plans.”
He laughed. “You really are one of the cleverest. Don’t worry, I brought some clothes with me I think you’ll fit, you’ll be alright with those. I was actually referring more to her.” He pointed at Luce, the cat still observing them from the other side of the glass, from what seemed like another world to Macy now. The world on the other side of the mirror.
Macy walked over to the window and places her hand on the cold glass. She could have stroked Luce’s head if she could just have made the glass magically disappear. That was one of the things she was certain she would never be able to do, though, no matter how different she may be from the others. That was one of the things that only happened in books. The cat seemed unaffected by Macy’s feeble attempts to make contact with it and it gave one last disdainful look at Ivan, before turning its back on the both of them and gracefully jumping off the counter and out of sight. “She doesn’t want to come.” She said in a small voice and decidedly jumped off the porch. Having read all the books in the house, Luce was her only reason to want to stay at this home. Now she might as well go along with the strangest of strangers that she had ever met. Not that she had had a chance to meet many people since she had been living in this village, though.
Ivan held her hand again as they walked, away from her home, her little town and her old life.
“You’re upset.” He noted dryly.
“I liked her. I really properly liked her.”
“If you don’t cause any trouble along the way, I’ll promise to buy you a new cat. A better one.”
She smiled and squeezed his hand. “I’m not very good at staying out of trouble, I’m only a child.”
“Then perhaps now is the time to grow up. You never know when it may come in handy.”
“It’d better be one great cat you’re getting me. Growing up and being good is far too much to ask of me if I don’t at least get the most beautiful cat in the world.”
Ivan laughed. “The most beautiful cat in the world? Well, I’ll try to find it as best I can.”
“Very well, then I’ll try to be good.”

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#4martoeleVIPJul 13, 2010

Hé, je woont in Nederland! Wat een prachtige engelse woordenschat heb je! \:wub\:

#5fabrizioammolloJul 13, 2010

It's very, very interesting. I can't wait for more!

#6MangioJul 14, 2010

Well written and simply superb screenshots \:wub\: Macy is so brave for following the man, i wonder what happens now. Where is Ivan going to take her? The cat is such an interesting character, wishes he/she could've come along \:wub\: You had me a little confused at the start ... but i think i understand it now \:D

#7IlyiaVIPJul 14, 2010

I love your story so far and I hope to see more of it. Can I ask you what you use to take printscreens? There is one program I use which takes really good quality printscreens I think it will bring the story even more to life.
 
Btw, my compliments on your english, it's very well for a dutch person! <3
 
 

#8Miss_izzy_dbcJul 14, 2010

@Ilyia: I just use the printscreen key on my computer and paste to paint. Are you telling me there's a better way? It's rather typical i didn't know of that. XD

@martoele: Ik ben inderdaad Nederlands, ja. Ik schrijf altijd liever in het Engels, omdat ik daar (om voor mij onbekende redenen) een bredere woordenschat van heb dan van Nederlands. Ook faal ik in werkwoordsvervoegingen, met al die rot d's en t's. XP

#9IlyiaVIPJul 15, 2010

Well I use a program it's called Fraps, you can download it for free.
With that you can just play fullscreen, or not and just press a key ( I got printscreentaking at F9 ) It will automaticly save ALL the screens you take so you no longer have to copy paste into paint. And no longer have to alt tab ( that's where I got annoyed )
It's for free because you don't need the full version, you can also record small movies ^^
You should try it out, it's not a big program and it's sooooo usefull.
 
Btw: your problem with the whole I prefer English thing, I know what you mean I have the same thing, also unknown reasons, and oh my, D's and t's = a big no no x_x Kofschip what!? xD Confuses me.

#10dreamer_girlJul 16, 2010

I deeply enjoyed this chapter! \;\)

#11XXBuTtOnSJul 17, 2010

that is such a great chapter I completly love your story and you write so well \:\) \:wub\:

#12mambaker13Jul 20, 2010

Amazing chapter, I can't wait for the next one!!! \:\)

#13oldmember_lucianna88May 23, 2012

I voted 5 stars.

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