“Bonjour, Princesse. Comment ça va toujours?’’. ‘Ça va bien, merci’, I said to the housemaid whilst looking out at the infinite grounds of the palace’s garden. In my hand I had Tsar Nicholas II’s biography, which I hadn’t even touched in so very long. As I swam through the deep seas of literature I heard a tender, sweet voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. “Charlie, ma chérie!”, said mother. As I turned to look at her I was reminded of her incredible beauty, like no other. I truly missed looking into those bright blue eyes! However, now I could spot a few creases in her once youthful face. But that just made her all the more honorable for her title of Her Majesty Queen of Emeraud au Rouge. Today that shiny, sleek hair which I so longed for as a child was braided. She was wearing a long, navy blue dress and a rubi encrusted sash with the royal symbol of Emeraud. It was her coronation. But it couldn’t be; I knew I had missed it! She sent me the pictures! I saw it on television…
And that was when I woke up. I was still in Northridge. I hadn’t seen mum. It was just another school day. But, today, I wasn’t going to school. I was going home.
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