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Chapter 1

I sighed as I looked outside the window of the town car. I felt slightly nauseous, and was unsure if it was the car ride, or where I was going. The sight of trees whizzing by made me even more nauseous and I quickly turned my gaze back into the car. Seated next to me was my Aunt Patricia, advisor to the royal family.

I suppose I never really thought anything of her position before I needed a job. She was just my Aunt Patty, keeping the royal family out of trouble...or whatever it was she did. I had been studying political science with a minor in communications at Cambridge University. I had little ideas on exactly what I wanted to do, which was pretty ridiculous. Who graduated from college and still had no idea what to do? I had an idea, mind you. I knew I wanted something along the lines of politics. Perhaps a political analyst, or be like my aunt...it seemed like the best thing for someone with a communications minor.

My dreams were a tad out of reach at the moment though, seeing as I had no experience. A degree from Cambridge was impressive, of course, but nobody wanted help from a fresh college graduate. This was the whole reason I was here with my Aunt Patty, who had been very helpful throughout my college career. She had been busy keeping up with the royals and making sure she looked great in the public eye, but she was never too far to help if I needed her. This job was just another way she was there for me. I suppose it wasn't exactly what I was aspiring to, but it was definitely close enough.

I could only begin to imagine the opportunities that would present themselves with assisting the royal family on my resume. I could only hope that I could get a job as great as my Aunt Patty's in the future. Maybe I would be accepted as an advisor for royalty just like she was...I could only hope...

"Lana, I need you to get out of that dream world of yours and pay attention. This is important." I heard Aunt Patty say to me, amused. She had been explaining to me what I would be faced with once there. I snapped to attention, giving her a false salute.

"Oui mon capitaine!" She laughed at my attempt to break the tension in the car.

"Queen Cassandra is a nice person in general, but don't make an idiot of yourself. The second she feels you're a liability, it won't matter that you're my niece." Her expression became serious.

"I'll just have to make sure I'm on her good side then." I said with a slight frown. From everything I'd read up on Queen Cassandra, she seemed like a wonderful person. She was beautiful, sweet, a philanthropist. She had three wonderful children, two sons and a daughter. Her husband, King Henry, was relatively friendly. However, he was pretty somber from what I'd seen. How the two matched up escaped me, but who really knew them, right? After all, that was what people like my aunt did. Made them seem amazing in the public eye, despite what they were really like. She could be a terrible witch for all I knew.

Oh god, I hoped not.

I had done my research, so now I could only hope that it would be enough when meeting everyone. I wouldn't be all that important though. After all, I was the assistant of the queen's assistant in blatant terms. I scowled. I had to make myself known, I had to be remembered. Otherwise, I could kiss any kind of recommendation goodbye.

We pulled up in front of the palace and Aunt Patty gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You ready?" she asked me and I let out a long sigh before nodding. The door was opened for us and I stepped out into the chill of the morning air.

It was June and it was strange that there was already a chill fashioning itself. I shook it off and looked to my aunt. We looked so different, she and I. If nobody already knew, they wouldn't be able to guess we were related. I looked very much like my father, and barely anything like my mother.

My mother was the twin sister of my Aunt Patty: French, with shoulder length brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes speckled with green. Her skin was a milky tone, pale yet perfect. She'd met my father in England on a vacation of sorts and from what I've heard it was love at first sight (though I hardly believe in such nonsense). My father was both Spanish and English, but his looks shouted Spanish in big neon lights. He had the dark curly hair, the caramel toned complexion, and the dark brown eyes that almost seemed black in the right light. Next to my mother, I looked adopted, nothing like her. The only thing we had in common were our eyes, uncommon for someone of my coloring, we shared the same bright hazel and green eyes.

My mother always told me I was the most beautiful thing she'd seen, but I knew she only said that because she was my mother. She said when she looked at me she saw him, and that made me more beautiful than anything in the world. My father had died when I was about four years old, and I don't remember much of him. Anais, my mother, had remarried since then...but I could tell she still loves my father. Whenever she speaks of him, she gets a faraway look in her eyes, and I can see the sadness in her eyes. We had lived in England since his death, up until I started college. My mother had moved back to France after that and I hadn't been able to see a lot of her except holidays.

I looked back at my reflection in the window of the car, fixing my black rectangle-framed glasses, and pressed down my bun which was threatening to frizz in the wind. My hair was usually very wavy and didn't like to be restricted. Buns and ponytails were my hair's mortal enemies. With ponytails, my hair fluffed out behind my head, trying to look more like a fox's tail rather than a horse's...

I walked beside my aunt, my briefcase held tight to my side and I started to feel my heart accelerate. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was going to meet the royal family, and actually work for them. I flattened my skirt down before following my aunt through the entrance and let out a last nervous breath.

Walking through that door was difficult for me. I felt like turning and running in the opposite direction. I fought that instinct, however, and followed Aunt Patty right up to the table where the queen and king both sat. The queen looked beautiful as usual in a dress suit, her brown hair plaited down her back. The king looked as serious as ever, his blonde curls cut short, blue eyes watching me curiously. I imagined him younger, as the stereotypical prince charming. I bet they had a field day with that when he was still young and single. They stood as we approached and I curtsied appropriately as Aunt Patty presented me to them. "This is my niece, Lana Reed. I told you about her about a month ago."

"Oh right," Cassandra started and she actually held her hand out for me. I took it graciously and shook it lightly. "A pleasure to meet you Lana. Patricia promises that you are quite gifted and would prove to be a valuable asset to our team. I look forward to having you with us."

"The pleasure is all mine, your highness." I replied with a smile. King Henry also spared me a smile and a firm handshake.

"If Patricia believes in you, then I have no doubts." was all he said and I merely smiled in response with a small "Thank you."

We got down to brass tacks and started instantly into a fundraiser the queen would be attending for the children's orphanage. It was a relatively easy discussion, nothing I couldn't handle. I found that I could very easily speak with them as an advisor and when we were finished Cassandra stood and smiled down at me.

"I must say Lana, I'm quite impressed. Keep it up." She walked off and I felt Aunt Patty slap my back.

"See? You worried for no reason." She teased. We were supposed to meet in an hour to continue the discussion without the king and queen. I was given a break before then. "Don't wander too far, Lana. It's really like a maze in here. You don't want to get lost." Aunt Patty warned before I headed off. I sighed and walked down a hallway aimlessly.

"Hey!" I heard a small voice from behind me and I jumped in shock. When I turned, I saw the queen's youngest running at me. He was a little boy of six years, with his mother's dark chestnut hair and soft brown doe eyes. He was being followed by a rather exhausted looking woman who I assumed was his nanny. "Who are you?" He queried and I almost laughed at his bluntness.

"I'm Lana Reed, I'm an advisor for your parents." I explained and I held out my hand to him, he shook it and my smile widened when he tried to squeeze my hand. He was learning young...

"Lana? Nice to meet you. I'm Alex." He introduced and I nodded.

"Yes, I know. A pleasure to meet you Alex."

"This is my nanny, Regina." He indicated to the tired woman behind him. Her wide eyes met mine and I shook her hand as well, trying to ask with my eyes if she was all right.

"Have you been running her ragged?" I joked and the small prince laughed.

"She just doesn't know how to play hide and seek. She gets tired too fast."

"Alex, we've been playing hide and seek for hours." Her voice sounded hoarse, like she had been running and her throat was dry.

"But I don't want to stop playing." He whined, and I looked down at Alex.

"How about this: I'll play hide and seek with you for a little bit, while Regina goes and gets some water and a little rest. Then when I have to go to my meeting, we'll meet her in the kitchen and she can play again. Does that sound fun?" I offered and Regina looked like she was about to hug me.

"Well..." Alex considered, "okay."

Playing hide and seek with Alex wasn't too bad, and it at least made the hour go by quickly. Though when I went to the kitchen to meet Regina, she was nowhere to be found. "Oh great." I groaned. I turned to look down at Alex and knew I couldn't just leave the six year old running around the palace. That would be pretty irresponsible of me. I sighed and took his hand. I hoped Aunt Patty wouldn't be upset by this.

I walked along with Alex talking nonstop about his toys upstairs and how I had to see them later and play some more with him. I couldn't help but smile. I opened the door to the room I was meeting my aunt in and apologized quickly. "I'm really sorry, but I couldn't find Regina and I didn't want to leave Alex alo-..." I froze at the sight of who was in front of me.

He had chestnut colored hair that was growing a little too shaggy and ocean blue eyes that widened in shock at my entrance. Ian, the prince, stood from the seat beside my aunt and smiled. "Please have a seat and join us Miss Reed. My brother is more than welcome to join us as well."

I gulped. "Of course." I managed to mumble back before heading closer, the heels of my shoes clicking noisily in the silence of the room. Next to Ian, sat the lovely Princess Christine. She had inherited her father's good looks with her long blonde curls and startling blue eyes. I avoided her gaze as I pulled out my chair.

Aunt Patricia had never mentioned us working directly with Prince Ian or Princess Christine. I shook any strange thoughts from my mind and took my seat beside my aunt. Alex jumped into my lap and smiled up at me. I returned it and looked over to my aunt who cocked an eyebrow, to which I merely shrugged.

I only hoped I could get through this meeting like the earlier one. From what I'd heard, Prince Ian was the "bad boy" of the line, and he was definitely a handful for my aunt. I was glad I wouldn't be dealing with him on my own though. God only knows he would ruin my chances to get through my first job without a hitch. He was known for his sneaking out to go drinking and dancing supposedly "undercover". Christine wasn't any better as she had been seen gallivanting out with numerous guys at some questionable parties. Poor Alexander was last, and though he didn't have a record like them, I was afraid it was headed in that direction when he got older. He was already known to be a spoiled child, running that poor nanny ragged. I thanked the Lord I didn't have her job.

"So Lana, as I will be busy taking care of the king and queen for these events, I'm leaving the children up to you." Aunt Patty stated and I stopped breathing for a moment.

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

"You are in charge of Ian, Christine, and Alexander. I'm making you their personal advisor when dealing with their appearance to the public. I know you can handle it." She tacked on with a smile, before continuing on with the discussion.

I inwardly gasped. My dream job, handed to me on a silver platter, and it just had to be to the worst known royal children I'd ever read about.

God help me.

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