School is  KILLING me! Every single thing about it is so boring! Like my friend William once said, "I can literally  feel my brain cells committing  suicide one by one." Sounds like a great kid, right? Anyway, princess stuff blah blah update, blapadee  bloop, I feel mushy today so sorry for bad update. Enjoy!

IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

  Walking with your head held high as you dashed through the halls. I can't be late for breakfast. You thought as you maintained the fast pace. You entered a corridor  that you weren't too familiar with but it was a fast short cut. You dodged people as you tried to make it to the dining hall. You would usually eat breakfast in your room alone, but the Fredricks  were here so you had to dine with them. How wonderful! You found the two large doors and pushed them open. All eyes that were focused on eachother we now on you. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you curtsied.

"Sorry, father," you bowed your head to him, "Fredricks," you then bowed you head towards them. "My main hadn't woken me up." You lied as you walked to your special seat. Sitting right across from you was (g/y/h). You looked all around the room hoping not to meet his eyes and instead you met another pair of eyes. A more beautiful  pair. It was him. (Y/c/n). He had kissed you last night. Just at the thought of that, your cheeks  burned. Had he really kissed me? Was I dreaming?

"(Y/n)," your father said drawing you out of your thoughts and into the attention of everyone in the room. "You looked so flushed, whatever has you gotten this way?" You felt you eyes widened as you struggled  to come up with a good excuse.

"Well, I was, uh, yeah, I was thinking about...the last time the Boudorgs  were here." Laughter was heard from your family, Reem bering the time your other sister kingdom came to visit.

"Ah, yes," your dad laughed, "they were a bit of a mess." You forced out a laugh, making sure it sounded real. Last time they came, a horrible prankster was also here. The prankster had them tripping. You heard the light footsteps of someone behind you. You looked back to see (y/c/n). You tried not to stare so you wouldn't cause any suspicion. He was holding a pitcher in his hand and began to pour the juice into your cup. You felt butterflies  in your stomach and your  cheeks heat up as his hand brushed against yours while he was steadying  your cup. Nope, it wasn't a dream.