"Stop that woman from running around naked through the castle!" I heard one of the maids shriek in horror, dropping the silver tray of tarts or whatever the fuck she was holding clatter to the newly polished marble floor as I continued to run.

Um, I wasn't even naked, it's called sports shorts and an oversized sweater lady, look it up.

Oh right, no one can do that because the internet doesn't exist in this place along with woman's jeans, iphones, and toaster stroodles.

Or boybands.

Sigh.

Every turn I made through the humongous extravagent castle a maid or butler would scream out in terror, their wide eyes glued to my exposed legs and ankles as they gaped at me with a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

Like chill, I shaved it's fine.

"Clarene I specifically notified you that I wanted my robe from Brandy Hellville, not Forever Eighteen Hundreds!" A shrill feminine voice whined in one of the large rooms of the castle, making me quickly retract my steps as I pressed my back against the wall, watching as a middle aged maid stumbled out of the room, repeatedly apologizing before a dark purple silk robe was tossed over her face and the door slammed close.

"Thou art a fake bitch." The woman who I assumed was named Clarene muttered under her breath as she took the clothing off her face to shoot the closed door an irritated glare while I squinted my eyes at her, wondering why she looked just like Melissa Mccarthy.

Who's complaining though, I love Melissa Mccarthy.

"Um, hi there." I said, stepping out into the hallway more, waving my hand awkwardly as I gave her a nervous smile before her brown eyes widened when she took in my appearance.

"No, mmhmm, no thank you, nope," She forced out a polite laugh, the overly cheery smile on her face twitching slightly as she shook her head, placing her pudgy hand over her mouth before she turned on her heel and started walking away from me.

"Wait, I was wondering if you could-"

"No I am already working with an insane bitch, I don't want to have to worry about a naked one. That was not in the job description." She said, raising her pointer finger as I followed close behind her.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow that robe." I explained, making her stop in her tracks as she turned to give me a look.

"Would you yell at me if you found out this robe was from Forever Eighteen Hundreds and not Brandy Hellville?" Clarene asked, narrowing her eyes at me as she tilted her head to the side while I pursed my lips.

"No?" I slowly shrugged before a smile broke out on her adorable round face.

"Here, it's yours. Not my problem anymore." She simply said, throwing her hands up in the air in surrender as she tossed me the thin robe, making me thank her as she continued to walk away before I quickly put it on, wrapping the fabric around my body making sure it covered my legs and, yes even my ankles.

I continued to wander around the large fortress, looking up and nodding at the glass chandeliers hanging from the high vaulted ceilings in approval before I heard a few hushed voices down the hall deep in conversation.

"We must find that crazy girl. We cannot have some random woman running around practically naked with her ankles showing when the Prince has just arrived back from his voyage." A woman's strained voice declared in worry as the other gasped at her words.

"Oh my, I forgot he's going to be picking his bride in a few days. Who are you rooting for?" The other asked with interest.

"I'm leaning more on that Elizabeth girl's side but Victoria has an amazing bosom."

"Lesbehonest...."

I started to back away when I heard the two woman's voices come closer, their shadows growing on the wall besides me as I ran in the opposite direction, looking over my shoulder behind me before I turned the corner and crashed into something hard, making me stumble back a few steps in surprise almost falling to the floor until I was stabled by a pair of strong hands on the sides of my arms.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead before I brought my gaze up only to be met with a pair of soft caring green eyes staring straight at me as my breath caught in my throat at the sight.

It was him.

There he was, my Princess standing right in front of me, his hands still on the side of my arms in a gentle yet firm grip so I wouldn't fall.

"Maiden, are you alright?" Prince Harry asked, lowering his head a bit so we kept eye contact as a look of concern washed over his handsome features.

"Harry oh my god I'm so glad you're okay!" I exclaimed in relief, immediatly throwing my arms around his neck as I hugged him, smiling against his shoulder as his body stiffened, his arms hovering uncertainly over my body.

"Pardon me but, have we... have we met before?" Prince Harry asked in confusion, politely pulling away from the hug as he furrowed his brows at me, my smile falling from my face.

"You, you don't remember me?" I asked, feeling like I got the wind knocked right off of me as he continued to look at me.

"My apologies my lady but, I'm afraid I can't say I do." He said in a soft tone, giving me a sympathetic look as my shoulders slumped at his words.

"No but it's me. It's me Liza, remember, Lady Liza?" I insisted, placing my hand over my chest as he withdrew his hands away from my arms, nervously running his hand through his hair which was now a little longer than before when he cut it for a charity fund.

"Well now hold on just a minute, you do look quite familiar..." He spoke up, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he ran his ring clad fingers over his lips in thought, his gaze flickering to the robe I was wearing.

"Yes, yes it's me." I smiled in excitement, a bit of hope igniting inside of me.

Harry snapped his fingers before pointing at me with a grin of realization.

"You are one of my father's whores, yes?" He stated with a slight nod, his tone friendly and warm.

"Yes! Yes that's me! That's- oh now hold up." I began, jumping up and down and pointing at myself with a smile before I paused, actually processing his words before I retracted my head back and gave him a look.

"Seriously, we're really doing this again, what is up with you and calling me your father's whore." I snapped, shaking my head at him as his eyes widened, gulping slightly when he took in my irritated reaction.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you it's just, you are wearing those robes my father requires his mistresses to wear." Harry informed me in an innocent voice, gesturing down to my attire as my jaw dropped in realization.

"Oh, oh no it's because everyone kept freaking out about my clothes." I quickly explained, unravelling my robe to expose my sweater and shorts to show him only making Harry's green eyes widen in shock, his whole face flushing as he gawked at my body.

"Maiden are you mad," He breathed, quickly grabbing ahold of my robe and closing it again, looking behind him to check if anyone saw as he tried to tie it shut, his large hands fumbled with the silk rope.

"You can't just expose your undergarments like that." He scolded me, lowering his voice in a raspy hush, lettting go of the fabric of my robe as I raised my brow at him.

"But they're not I swear, look if you just-" I began, unravelling my cloke again only for Harry to stop me again.

"By god woman." He seethed with a flushed face, quickly backing me against the wall when a few men passed by as he attempted to block their view of me with his tall frame.

"Evening your highness." They addressed him, bowing as Harry swallowed, sending them uneasy smiles over his shoulder with his back facing them since he was trying to cover me.

"Evening gents, carry on." He dismissed them in a charming nod, watching them leave as he closed my robe and tightened it, tugging it to make sure it was secure only for my body to jerk forward and press against his.

Both of our eyes widened in surprise at how close we were, his adams apple bobbing down as he stared at me.

"If you're not my father's whore... who are you?" He asked under his breath, studying my face, our bodies almost pressed against eachother as I sucked in air through clenched teeth, making an awkwardly pained expression on my face.

Well... you could just call me the girl who slept with you.

Or the girl who stabbed you in the heart -not like I was the first one though.

Oh hey, how about the girl you were planning on killing, yeah you could just call me by that you know.

I raised my pointer finger, opening my mouth to say something before the Clarece lady approached us.

"Alright your highness, I have all the finest ladies prepared and ready for your inspection -oh hey, naked girl." She said, her gaze moving to me before she broke out into a smile and pointed at me.

Harry and I broke apart as he stepped back, giving me some space while apologizing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm... I'm one of the, the fine ladies. Yeah, yeah one of them, cause I'm here to be chosen as like, as a queen. You know like the bachelor where you give the girls roses and stuff but instead you're giving a crown and now I'm rambling but yes, yes that's me." I quickly fumbled out, making Clarece furrow her brows at my claim as Harry looked between her and I.

"Clarece, is this true?" He asked, placing his hands behind his back as I clasped my hands together behind him in a pleading gesture, mouthing "please" as she stared at me for a few moments before she shook her head slightly, bringing her attention back to the Prince.

"Uh... uh yes, yes she is. She is um.. she's a princess.. a princess from..." Clarece began, looking at me for help as my eyes widened in realization.

"Disneyland! I'm uh- I'm the princess from Disneyland." I cut in, blinking rapidly as they both turned to stare at me.

"Disneyland? I must say I've never heard of such a land. Is it far?" Harry questioned with a tilt of his head.

"Uh... yeah. Pretty, pretty far." I nodded, nervously rubbing the sweaty palms of my hands together as I shifted my eyes around the room to avoid his gaze.

"Well your highness, we best be off. Have to get this one ready." Clarece laughed out, sending him a wide smile as she took my arm, bringing me to her side before she lowered her head and curtsied.

"Oh, no, yes of course." Harry blinked, looking somewhat disappointed as he glanced my way making me look up to meet his eyes as he blushed and turned his attention back to Clarece.

Clarece elbowed me, gesturing for me to bow as I let out a small "ohhh..." in realization.

"Oh right, I'm sorry I forgot to curtsy-"

"No really, you don't have to-" Harry began, the both of us talking at the same time as he bowed his head right when I lowered mine to curtsy causing us to bump foreheads with one another.

"Oh shit sorry, can I just redo my curtsy. Shit I'm sorry." I said, fumbling with my words as I began to curtsy multiple times at a fast pace, almost making it look like I was doing the squats in front of him instead of curtsying while Clarece slapped the palm of her hand over her forehead.

"I must say," Prince Harry chuckled, rubbing his forehead where we had hit eachother as he looked down at me.

"You have a very dirty vulgar mouth for a princess." He said in a smooth, deep, teasing voice, a dimpled smirk forming over his face as I froze at his words, beginning to have war flashbacks of him saying that exact same thing to me when he took me to bed.

Yeah, I remember that, like his sweaty body all nice and.... all nice and sweaty.

The headboard broke too that was pretty hardcore.

So did the condom-

Holy shit the condom broke.

His sperm went, it went inside of me.

"I could be mothering your child right now!" I blurted out in shock, bringing my hands over my face in terror as both Harry and Clarece gawked at me in surprise.

"You are doing what now?" Harry asked me with wide eyes, looking at Clarece who had the same baffled expression on her face as I tried to control my breathing.

"Um, you know what I should really go get ready for that- for that show case thing whatever you two were talking about so uh, see you." I laughed out nervously, my laugh sounding more like a wheezy cry as I curtsied one more before grabbing Clarece's wrist, turning and leaving as I dragged her away from the Prince.

"Liza was it?" Harry called out to me from across the hallway as I looked over my shoulder to stare at him.

"Yeah... uh, so I guess you really don't remember me." I frowned, trying to hide my disappointment as we looked at one another.

"No," He answered back, his loud voice carrying out through the corridor before he sent me a dimpled smirk.

"But now I will, mother of my children." He joked with a playful wink, biting his lip and before I could even say anything he turned around and walked away, chuckling to himself as I watched him shake his head.

Bitch won't be laughing so much if the pregnancy test comes out positive.

Ah shit, how am I supposed to even find out if I was pregnant or not when the people here have never even heard about condoms or birth control.

"What was that? You can't just talk to the Prince like that he's the.. well he's the fine royal ass." Clarece said with a pained expression, shaking her head at me in disbelief before she led me through the halls.

"I'm sorry, thank you for helping me back there. I'm Liza by the way." I introduced as she smiled at me.

"Clarece." She replied before we turned the corner and crashed into a young girl.

"Violet what are you -what are you doing here? You're supposed to be waiting in the powder room with the others god does like no one listen to me?" Clarece scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration as my eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the name, my gaze hardening on the beautiful delicate looking girl in front of us.

Oh my god no, she's hot.

Her big blue eyes were framed with a thick layer of naturally full long lashes that matched her dark shiny ebony hair that reached her waist, much different from my clump of curly brown frizz on my head that barely grazed my lower neck.

And I was supposed to freakin compete for the Prince with her!?

Okay this is some buuullllshit right here.

"I'm sorry I just heard that the Prince had arrived and I was so excited. He's practically my idol." Violet pouted her full lips, her voice smooth as honey and her words almost sounding melodic when they left her mouth as I cleaned my teeth with my tongue, making a loud obnoxious suctioning sound as I placed my hand over my hip and eyed her.

Her blue eyes looked over to me, a look of annoyance and disgust on her flawless face as I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her.

So here was the deal.

Goal number one, make sure that this Violet Lilac bitch doesn't get anywhere near my Princess and stab him.

Goal two, try to pursue Prince Harry and make him fall for me... again.

Goal three, find the Vampire, Assassin, and the Psycho who have probably popped in this story with me somewhere.

And goal four, find out if I'm Demon Prince's baby mama.

Sounds easy enough.