Chapter 1
I’ve always said, if you treat yourself like a Queen, you’ll attract a King.”
Denmark, a country that is gonna be ruled by a King that nobody has seen his face. There are only stories and speculations of him being the most gorgeous man people have ever seen. The people who work inside the castle can’t say a word or they’ll get their family slaughtered. The only thing we know about him is his name.
Louis Peter Mountbatten-Winsdor II.
Yes, it’s a very long name. He’s the eldest son of King Michael and Queen Victoria.
“Londyn.” I raised my gaze from the book I was reading.
“Yes mum?” I close the book after putting the bookmark on the page I am.
She takes a deep breath with a small smile. “If you keep reading the same book over and over, the Prince’s face isn’t gonna appear darling.” She jokes and I blush.
“I only read it to entertain myself, cause I don’t have something else to do.” I stood up from the dining table chair and walked to the kitchen where my mother was already preparing dinner.
“You’re already twenty two years old Londyn, go find yourself a husband.” She replies and I roll my eyes as I grab a piece of chopped carrot from a bowl.
“Mum, I don’t wanna leave you alone here. You’re sick and I don’t know why you are forcing yourself to cook.” I grabbed her hand and she looked at me.
“I’m not a child, so I can take care of myself.” She pulls her hand away from the grip and continues to make dinner.
“Whatever mum, I was trying to help.” I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the little kitchen. Our house wasn’t that big if you ask yourself, it only has a little kitchen, a hallway where there’s a little couch and two bedrooms. We aren’t people with much money, but it was enough for us to stay alive and healthy. My dad worked at the castle as a delivery man for the kitchen staff. He’s been working there for almost eleven years, till this day he hasn’t seen the future Heir to the crown either.
I exited the house and walked down the pavement of the sidewalk. Some of the people who lived near my house greeted me with a smile as I wave walking past them. “Londyn!” I turned around, seeing Mrs. Ferrer.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Is your mum home, darling?” She asks softly while looking at me in the eyes.
I smile. “Yes, she’s home preparing dinner.” I replied and she nods.
“Alright, I’ll be heading over there for a bit now, take care darling.” She says with a smile before walking towards my house.
I continued making my way down the little town. The afternoon was a bit cold today, I tied my hair in a ponytail and continued walking. A small band was playing music while little kids danced and played in front of them. I smiled a little girl who waved at me as I walked by.
“Umbrellas! Get your umbrellas!” A salesman yelled as he showed his products. I continued my way over to a tiny bakery at the corner of the street. The place was a little bit full, everyone wanted to buy fresh bread to take for dinner.
“The Prince! Oh hail the mighty Prince!” Someone yelled by the door of the bakery. Everyone was utterly confused. “The Prince is here! Oh hail the mighty Prince!” He runs out, making everyone inside the bakery run behind him.
Me, still confused. I followed behind the crowd of people. Oh hail the mighty Prince? Is he here? That couldn’t be, nobody has seen him. How could he out of nowhere show himself to the country.
“The Prince! Prince Louis is here!” Another person yelled. Everyone was huddling in a specific area, where the statue of King Michael was. I pushed through all the people and made it to the front. There were three Royal family carriages. One white with gold in the middle and two black ones.
“What is happening?” I asked a person next to me.
“The Prince is in the middle carriage.” The person replies to me and I nod.
Why would the Prince be here?
I crossed my arms above my chest and squinted my eyes to see a bit better. The curtains of the white carriage slightly opens, making everyone hold their breaths to see the Prince’s face. But, it never happened. Inside the carriage was dark, you couldn’t see anything from where we were standing.
“God save the Prince!” People screamed. I furrowed my brow as I tried to see if I saw something. But, still nothing.
An intense feeling of being watched haunted my head in a matter of seconds. A shiver ran down my spine as I gazed around to see if I saw someone watching me. After a minute of nothing, I decided to walk back home. The carriages started to ride away with people screaming, Rise the Prince of Denmark!
