"It's time to wake up, Miss!" Amelia's voice broke through my clouded dream. I blinked open my eyes to the light of the sun streaming through the window. The familiar scent of the salty sea breeze greeted me to a new morning, just like always. "Ah, you're up. Finally. Come on, Miss. Your father requested to speak to you over breakfast."
"Good morning, Amelia," I mumbled, stifling a yawn. A princess must never yawn in the presence of company, even if it just happens to be just your maid. Mother's frequent teachings on 'How to be a Princess' had been etched into my mind, making an appearance every now an then to ensure my behavior stayed intact. That was the most annoying part about my mother. She had way too many strict disciplinary rules.
"Oh, good morning, Princess Geneva. Now please hurry up and get ready. His majesty is already waiting." Amelia informed me urgently.
"I'm serious, Princess!"
"I know, I know!" I replied, sighing.
Amelia left, shutting the door behind her.
I made my way down the grand staircase to the breakfast table. Father was sitting at the head of the table with his morning newspaper and a steaming cup of what appeared to be green tea. I took a seat beside him as Amelia came through the kitchen door.
"Would you like some tea, Miss?" she asked.
I nodded, "Yes, please." Amelia disappeared back through the door, leaving father and me alone.
I sat silently, waiting for father to put down his newspaper. It was rude, as mother had taught me, to disturb anyone when they are reading. Well actually, it was rude disturb anyone at all. I tapped my foot on the leg of the table, indirectly trying to get his attention. Technically, it wasn't disturbing. He didn't seem to notice. I began drumming my fingers on the table top. Father continued studying the newspaper as if I weren't even there.
Amelia walked back in.
"Here you go, Miss." she said, putting a cup down in front of me.
"What would you like for breakfast, Your Highness?" Amelia asked without hesitating or thinking twice. The 'How to be a Princess' rules didn't apply to Amelia, but father looked up from his newspaper with a slightly annoyed look on his face.
"I think a plate of bacon and eggs would be fine," he replied.
Amelia nodded. "And you, Miss?"
"Uh... I'll have the same. Without the bacon, of course." I told her.
"Vegetarian, right." she said, walking back into the kitchen.
I disliked eating meat. Not because I felt it was wrong to eat slaughtered animals, although that was true. I just didn't like eating animal flesh.
"Oh, good morning, Geneva," father greeted me, as though he hadn't realized I'd been here for the past 5 minutes.
"Good morning, father," I responded, looking at the back of my hands.
He folded the paper and placed it across from him on the table. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" he asked.
"Yeah. Pretty much." I replied, not taking my eyes off my hands.
"That's good. How do you feel this morning?"
"I'm fine, thank you father."
"All right," he said. I could tell he was trying his best to start conversations with me. I was just making it harder for him by showing no interest in continuing it. Sighing, I looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes.
"Father, Amelia said you wanted to talk to me about something. What is it?" I asked him, getting straight to the point.
He nodded, knitting his eyebrows together. "It was about -"
"Breakfast is ready!" Amelia called, walking in with two plates in her hands. She placed one before me and the other in front of my father. The still-hot scrambled eggs sizzled in my plate.
"Thank you, Amelia," I told Amelia, just as she left us alone at the table once again.
I picked up my fork and stabbed the mountain of yellowed eggs. "Please continue." I told him before stuffing the fork into my mouth.
"Yes. I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. The news of the coronation. The kingdoms in general, actually." he said.
I nodded in apprehension, staring at my plate.
"Your mother and I were talking and decided you were right," he went on.
"What about?" I asked, looking at him without lifting my head through the jet-black curtain of my hair.
"About the coronation of the Empyrean Prince. We haven't been outside of our kingdom in a long, long time. It will be a great opportunity to meet the other people of our Empire again. Besides, we can finally pay our respects to King Camden." Father said.
I smiled, gripping the edge of the table tight to prevent my sudden outburst of emotion from getting the best of me. "So we're going?"
He tilted his head. "That is the plan," he said, hesitantly.
"But..." he continued.
I knew there was a catch.
"But if we are going, there are a few things you must know. Geneva, the Kingdoms aren't exactly... welcoming." he said, looking as if that wasn't the word he was looking for.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Just like every relationship has allies and rivalries, the kingdoms do too. These allies and rivals have existed between the kingdoms for many, many years. Now, as much as we try to be different from our ancestors, to put aside our differences and live in harmony, it just doesn't work. Nearly two decades ago, we had all been invited to the coronation of Terrarean Queen. Things didn't exactly go as expected and the kingdoms have all stayed out of touch since."
"And now you have decided to meet them again." I said.
"Yes. But I'm telling you this for a reason. When we go to Empyrea on the coronation day, I don't want you to talk too much about our kingdom to any of them. I think it is best if we keep to ourselves. I don't want anything dramatic to happen. It's good for us and good for them." he finished.
"I don't understand, father. What allies and rivalries are there? What happened at Queen Gina's coronation?" I asked, puzzled.
My father opened his mouth to speak, but just shut it again, like he didn't know what to say or how to say it. He hesitated for a couple more seconds and then said, "The less you know the better."
"But you're only telling me half the story, father. That's not fair!" I complained.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "If you want the rest of it, go and ask your mother. She's better at telling stories." he said, picking up his empty plate and leaving me alone at the table.
A/N: I know a lot of you hate Author's Notes, and so do I... so I have no idea why I am including one in my movella... but I thought this would be the easiest way to apologize.
Soooo... I am VERY VERY sorry for not updating for nearly a whole month. Wait, was it more than a month? Whatever. I am so sorry. I know I told you I'd update "tomorrow" a month ago and ended up extending it until now. But I finally got this chapter done! I'm going to give you an excuse now, so bear with me here. I was on vacation (I still am) and I was travelling... half way across the world... and getting in touch with a bunch of long lost friends. Ok that sounds dramatic but IT'S TRUE! :) I made this chapter slightly longer than the rest to make up for it though! Even if the Author's Note takes up half of it... still! So I'm sorry again! I'll TRY MY VERY BEST to keep the rest of the chapters going at a regular pace.
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