MidReal Story
Rebel Princess: Shadows of Love
Scenario: - [ ] A princess but her mom educated her another way they educated her mom . She’s a normal teenager with posters on her wall , listen to rock music and read dirty books. But when it comes of being a princess and having all camera on you it’s like living a double life , she suddenly become what every parent would want their daughter to be. The perfect princess , who listen to classic music , sleeps on a giantic bed and dress fancy. But when she has to marry a mysterious prince coming from the dark shadows , she might not be able to keep her fake image of herself a secret after all.
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I was a rebellious princess.
I was the daughter of the King and Queen of a small country, but I didn’t care about that.
I didn’t care about the responsibilities that came with being a princess.
I didn’t care about the expectations that everyone had for me.
I was just a normal teenager, and I wanted to live my life like one.
My parents had raised me unconventionally, and I loved them for it.
They’d let me go to public school, they’d let me have friends who weren’t royalty, and they’d let me do things that other princesses would never be allowed to do.
They’d given me freedom, and I’d taken full advantage of it.
I’d snuck out of the palace more times than I could count, and I’d done things that would have gotten me in serious trouble if anyone had found out about them.
But no one ever did find out about them, because my parents had always covered for me.
I’d lived my life on the edge, and I’d loved every second of it.
I’d been the rebellious daughter of the King and Queen, and no one had ever suspected a thing.
I’d been the perfect princess when I was in public, but the second I was out of sight, I’d turned into a completely different person.
I’d pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable for a princess, and I’d pushed them to the extreme.
I’d been a rebel, and I’d been damn good at it.
But as much as I’d loved being a rebel, nothing could have prepared me for what was coming next.
Nothing could have prepared me for the biggest challenge of my life.
Nothing could have prepared me for my parents arranging for me to marry a prince from the shadows.
My name was Elara Windsor, and I was the black sheep of my family.
I was the wild child who’d never played by the rules, the daughter who’d always done things her own way, and the princess who’d never really cared about being a princess.
I had dark hair that fell in loose waves around my face, pale skin that contrasted beautifully with my emerald green eyes, and a slim body that looked like it belonged on a model.
I wore clothes that were different from what other girls were wearing, clothes that showed off my personality and made me stand out in a crowd.
I was confident and outgoing, but I could also be incredibly stubborn when I wanted to be.
I was fiercely independent, and I’d never let anyone tell me what to do or how to act.
I was a rebellious spirit trapped in a princess’s body, and I lived my life to the fullest every single day.
Unlike most princesses, I didn’t spend my time going to fancy parties or shopping for expensive clothes.
I spent my time doing things that no one would ever expect me to do: things like riding motorbikes through the countryside, playing violent video games with my friends, and participating in extreme sports that would make my security detail have a heart attack if they knew about them.
I snuck out of the palace on a regular basis, going to underground concerts or participating in activities that were considered too dangerous for most people to try—let alone a princess.
The public disapproved of everything I did, labeling me as the black sheep of the royal family and saying that I was going to bring shame to my parents if I kept acting this way.
But their judgment only made me more determined to prove them wrong.
It only made me want to be even more rebellious than before, even more wild and free than ever before.
My parents may have been the King and Queen of our small country, but they’d raised me differently than most royal children.
They’d raised me to be my own person, to make my own choices and lead my own life.
And so far, that’s what I’d done.
I’d lived my life without worrying about what anyone else thought, without worrying about any consequences that might come from my actions.
But as much as I loved my life, as much as I loved living on the edge, I sometimes wondered how much longer I could keep doing it.
How much longer I could live life on my terms before reality caught up with me.
Before my family found out what I’d been doing behind their backs and forced me to change my ways.
Before everything I’d worked so hard for came crashing down around me.
But even though I knew that time was running out, even though I knew that change was coming, I wasn’t ready for it yet.
I wasn’t ready to give up being rebellious, or wild, or free.
I wasn’t ready to be someone I wasn’t, and I wasn’t ready to give up my life for a future that didn’t exist yet.
And so, I continued living my life with a carefree spirit, focusing on the here and now instead of what would come later.
Unlike most girls my age, I’d never worried about growing up, or finding someone to marry, or having children.
I’d never put much thought into my future at all because I’d always assumed that I had plenty of time before I needed to start thinking about those things.
But when my parents told me that they’d arranged for me to marry Jaxon, the prince from the shadows, my whole world came crashing down around me.
And now, I didn’t know what the future held anymore.
I didn’t know what would happen next, or how I could possibly adjust to my new reality.
But before I could worry too much about the future, I needed to finish the present.
And right now, my best friend, Sophia, and I were on our way to my Aunt Mary’s palace for the day.
We were going there because I needed to discuss something important with her, but I didn’t feel like talking about it yet.
So instead, we were going to spend the day lounging by the pool and eating ice cream, hoping that the hot sun would be enough to take our minds off the royal bullshit that was waiting for us.
Sophia and I were inseparable.
She was my best friend, and I was hers.
We’d met in school when we were little girls, and we’d been friends ever since.
We’d gone to the same schools, we’d taken the same classes, and we’d done everything together.
She was the one person in the world who understood me, who knew me better than I knew myself, and she was the one person who could get me to do anything—even when I didn’t want to.
She had long, blonde hair that fell down her back in loose curls, light blue eyes that sparkled when she was happy, and a body that most girls would kill to have.
She was elegant and graceful, and she had a nurturing personality that made everyone love her.
She was everything a princess should be, and she was exactly what everyone expected me to be.
But even though we were complete opposites, we fit together perfectly.
We balanced each other out, and we made each other better people.
And I wouldn’t trade her for anyone in the world.
“Did you see how hot that lead singer was?”
Remember when he took off his shirt and showed off those muscles?
I laughed at her excitement as we made our way to my car.
“He had a nice body,” I agreed.
“But he’s too scrawny for me.
I like my men with a little more meat on their bones.”
Sophia gave me a look.
“Have you seen your boyfriend?
He’s not exactly fat.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Who said anything about fat?
I just like my men to be strong and muscular, that’s all.”
Sophia shook her head as she climbed into the passenger seat of my car.
“Whatever you say, Elara,” she muttered, closing her door behind her.
And then I climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove us to my aunt’s palace so we could spend the day together.
When we finally arrived at my aunt’s palace, Sophia and I spent most of our day by the pool eating ice cream and sunbathing.
But as the sun began to set and it grew colder outside, we decided to go inside for dinner instead.
And that was when I noticed that my parents had tried to call me again.
I sighed, sending them both a text to let them know that I was okay.
And then I turned off my phone so they wouldn’t be able to track me anymore.
Sophia noticed what I was doing and gave me a look.
“They’re going to be pissed when you turn your phone back on,” she warned.
“I know,” I muttered.
“But they’ll get over it.
They always do.”
Sophia shook her head at me.
“You know, you’re parents are always going to be worried about you, right?”
she reminded me.
“I know that you don’t care about your own safety, but they do.
They love you, Elara.
And they’re your parents.
It’s their job to worry about you.”
“I know,” I said again.
“And it’s my job to drive them crazy by doing things that are going to get me killed.
But it’s not like they have to know about everything I do.
I try to keep most of my stupid decisions to myself.
“And they appreciate that,” Sophia reminded me.
“Your father has a heart condition, Elara.
He can’t handle stress like most people can.
And when he worries about you doing something stupid, it puts his health at risk.
So try to be a little more careful when you make your decisions from now on, okay?”
I nodded in agreement as we made our way inside for dinner.
But I didn’t say anything because I knew that she was right.
And even though I didn’t want to admit it, my parents had done a lot for me over the years.
They’d sacrificed their own happiness so I could grow up in a normal environment with my aunt and uncle and cousins.
They’d given up their own freedom so I could have mine.
They’d done everything in their power to make sure that I had a good life—far better than most kids—so I owed it to them to try to make their lives easier too.
And if that meant being a little more careful about my decisions in the future, then so be it.
“This is not how a princess should behave,” my mother reminded me.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Then maybe you should have thought about that before agreeing to let me live with Aunt Mary,” I muttered.
She glared at me before taking a sip of her wine.
“You know that’s not what this is about,” she said.
I glanced over at my father but he was too busy reading reports on his tablet to notice the conversation we were having.
But that was okay because he would have only taken her side anyway.
“Your mother is right,” he said without looking up.
“Your behavior has been less than exemplary lately.
So we’ve decided that it’s time for you to return home.”
I blinked at him in confusion.
“But I am home,” I reminded him.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Don’t be smart with me, young lady,” he scolded.
“You know what we mean.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Why are you doing this?
What did I do wrong?”
My mother sighed and reached out to touch my hand gently.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she assured me.
“But your father and I feel that it’s time for you to return home and fulfill your royal duties.”
I stared at them both in shock.
“I’m already doing that,” I reminded them.
She shook her head at me.
“Not all of them, Elara.
You’re still too young to take over ruling the country, of course.
But you’re old enough that it’s time for you to get married and start thinking about your future.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“Are you serious?”
I asked, glancing over at my father again.
But his face was unreadable as he watched me from across the table.
“Who am I supposed to marry?”
I demanded, trying not to panic.
“We’ve already chosen a husband for you, dear,” she said.
I stared at her in shock, not sure if I’d heard her correctly.
“You’ve chosen a husband for me?”
She nodded, smiling at me like this was all perfectly normal.
“I don’t want to marry a stranger,” I reminded them.
They both laughed at that.
“He’s not a stranger, Elara,” she assured me.
“You’ve met him before.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Then why is he so mysterious?”
She hesitated before answering, glancing over at my father for help.
But he didn’t offer her any so she turned back to me again.
“He’s not that mysterious, Elara.
You just haven’t seen him in a very long time.
So we thought that it would be best for you to get to know each other again before the two of you are married.”
I stared at her in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing.
“You can’t be serious,” I said again.
“You can’t just expect me to marry some guy that I barely even know.
That’s not fair.”
My father glared at me now.
“I’ll thank you not to raise your voice at your mother, young lady,” he scolded.
I glared right back at him, too angry to care about the consequences at this point.
“I can’t believe that you would do this to me,” I said, struggling to keep my voice calm.
“We promised her that she would be able to choose her own future,” my mother reminded him.
“And she is,” he said.
“She can choose whatever future she wants, as long as it includes taking over ruling the country someday.
But she must also take into consideration what is best for our people too.
