To Love A Princess

Chapter Two

"And now on for today's agenda," the royal advisor began. "You will resume your fitting at ten, then at one Prince Damen will be having lunch with you, and then at seven you will be having dinner with your parents."

I rested my head on my palm as the servants took away the empty dishes from breakfast. It was only half past nine so I had some time to spare before my fitting. The advisor bowed and left my agenda on the table before exiting the dining room. My parents were supposed to be gone all day since it's their twenty year anniversary. I can only hope Olivia and I make it that far. But there's no sense in even putting thoughts like that in my head. It's only a dream and that's one dream that will never become a reality.

As I rose out of my chair and dusted off my dress to rid myself of any crumbs, I looked at the schedule once more and my eyes wouldn't stop lingering over the part where it says I'll be having lunch with Damen at one. We've had breakfast or lunch at least three times this week only to make our engagement seem real. That and he's not that bad of a person once you get to know him. He's an amazing person and any girl would be more than lucky to have him as a husband. I just wish that I wasn't the person he's supposed to marry. But I was always taught that duty comes before happiness. As a member of the royal family, you have to do what's right so the kingdom can thrive and put your worries to the side. Your feelings may not always coordinate with what's the right move for the kingdom. And you just have to be okay with that.

"Your majesty is everything alright?" I heard a female voice ask.

I turned around to see one of the maids who cleans the kitchen after meals standing a few feet behind me, holding a wooden mop and bucket that was obviously filled with mop water. She wasn't much older than. Maybe about twenty or twenty-one and she already looked worn out. Her short frame made me a little concerned as to why she's on post meal clean up. The shorter ones are usually put on laundry. The bags under her eyes made me even more concerned, which is why she looked more even worn out.

"Yes I'm fine," I replied, folding the schedule. "You should take the day off. I'll take care of the kitchen."

"Oh no it's alright I'll handle it. You need to get ready for your fitting," she insisted with a small smile.

I knew it was pointless to try and argue with her considering the fact that she was right about the fitting. I simply nodded and headed towards my bedroom. The fitting for my dress couldn't be put off any longer. For weeks I've been coming up with excuses as to why I can't make it. There were times when I even used my woman thing as an excuse so I don't end up accidentally staining the dress. But I can't put it off any longer. In a month's time, I'm going to be marrying Damen just to serve my kingdom.

To serve my kingdom.

That doesn't even sound right. That just sounds like a miserable princess sacrificing her happiness to make a whole kingdom happy. But that's exactly what's going on. I hate being selfish, it's just not in me, but I wish this was happening to me and someone else. Gosh I shouldn't have to even be thinking about marriage right now. I'm only seventeen and all the other princes and princesses are married at nineteen and up. Then they inherit the throne at twenty or earlier if something were to happen to their father. God forbid anything happen to mine or anyone else's.

My heels clicked against the wooden floor, and they stopped once I was in front of my large mahogany door. I sucked in a breath and placed a hand on the cold knob. The door opened to reveal my three ladies in waiting; Jessamine, Inelda, and Loryn. Each of them wearing a flowy dress that just about reached the floor, and their sleeves reached their wrists. Jessamine wore orange, Inelda wore red, and Loryn wore this peachy color. The three of them were standing by my wardrobe, clearly to have been waiting for me to finish up breakfast. Inelda had the sewing kit in her hands while Loryn held the fabric. Jessamine always seemed like the "leader" between the three of them so she was the one who made sure everything was right where it needed to be and to make sure everything about me was perfect. From my hair to clothes, if it didn't look right she wouldn't be too happy about it.

"Your highness," they all said in unison followed by a bow.

"Loryn, Jessamine, Inelda," I greeted, placing my hands in front of me. " How much do we need to get done today?"

"Quite a lot. We still need to actually see if the dress fits and make any necessary changes you see fit. Then we still need to add the second layer to the skirt as you requested," Jessamine responded.

I sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that. Looks like I'm going to have to schedule lunch with Damen for another day since there's so much to be done."

"Your majesty with all due respect, I think that you should keep your commitment to the prince and we'll try to get as much done before your date," Inelda chimed in.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be in a rush," I told them.

"Nonsense," Loryn smiled. "We don't mind it really it's our job. Please go into your closet and remove your dress so we can get started."

Another reason why I've been avoiding them. I have to be in my undergarments around them. There's nothing wrong with that because I understand they're just doing their job, but sometimes I feel extremely self-conscious around them. Nonetheless, I did as they asked and took off my silk purple dress and changed into my fluffy white robe and fluffy white slippers to match. Stepping out of the closet, I swiftly crossed the room and stood on the stool. I let the robe fall to the floor and I was immediately clothed in half of my wedding dress. Inelda placed the corset tight around my upper body, which made me want to empty the contents of my stomach. Jessamine and Loryn were fixing the bottom of the skirt, making it longer as I requested.

As they worked, my mind began to wander to what Olivia could possibly be doing at this hour. How she would react once she sees me in this dress. But then I began to wonder what she plans on wearing. Not that it matters because she looks beautiful in anything. She could wear a sack meant for potatoes and still look gorgeous.

"Ouch," I winced.

I looked down to see Jessamine holding a sewing needle against my leg, which pricked me. Hopefully not bad enough to where I start bleeding.

"I'm sorry," Jessamine apologized and went back to work.

I looked at myself in the mirror and mentally sighed. Let's just hope that I can confess how I feel about her before it's too late. Even though it already might be.