Ugg. I hate him so much. Just cause you broke up with her doesn't mean you have to be the worst half-thrice cousin ever.

When I got to my chambers I slammed the door so hard I could be heard through the whole kingdom.

I wanted to cry but that would seem weak. Might as well get started with my plan. Here's how it goes:

Phase 1: go to the police station and learn how to fight and sneak into restricted areas of the castle.

Phase 2: get a disguise from the tailor.

Phase 3: play with some of the castle's security and control center to catch the killer in the act.

Phase 4: bring the evidence to the last King, my uncle Edward, and prove to everyone that...

Now that I think about it I don't even know what I'm proving.

Whatever I will prove whatever I prove.

I reached in my pocket for the map John gave me. Here it is, the police station.

How am I going to get in though. They won't let a royal train with them.

I guess I could try.

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OMG they let me in only if I pretended to be someone I wasn't.

"Hey new girl. I'm your coach Tess and you do what I say or we will have a problem." A short girl with medium length hair towered over me.

"I will do my best. Trust me I know I need to focus."

"Yes I know who you are. Mom has spoken greatly of you."

"Who is your mother?"

"Martha Harris." I thought she was in the hospital.

"Is she out of the hospital already?"

"I didn't know she was in the hospital."

"Oh ya well you are her daughter aren't you?" Who doesn't know their parents are harmed.

I didn't know my parents died until I was 10.

"I'm sorry Tess."

"It's ok. Lets get started training. This is called a French Judo Punch."

Sorry for the short chapter I am watching my new British Drama series on Netflix.