My Dear Princess (1)
(Joslyn Miller) Isabella is princess of Holland, when bad boy, Landon, from the U.S. comes to Holland, will she finally see that she is only 15 and not everything is about politics?
Hey, yea it's me. JOSLYN!
IMPROTANT!: to create the character, Isabella, the princess, I had to become a princess. So my friend, Rachel, dressed me up in a poofy dress and taught me how to be a princess. so now that I have the full experience, here you go!
Love,
Joslyn Miller
P.S.: e-mail me at: miller.joslyn@yahoo.com
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The Netherlands, 2009
Isabella's P.O.V.
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"Remember darling, chin up, shoulders back, stand up straight, and smile." my mother reminded me. I did as she said and stepped out of the car. I smiled a brilliant smile at all the adoring people and press. I curtsied in my knee-length dress and continued down the aisle to my castle.
Royalty is all about Politics. I'm Isabella VanDaughen. I am the Princess of The Netherlands. I am only 15, yet I act like I am 50 with how mature I am. When I turn 16, in six months, I will have to marry a man I have never met before, Duke. He shall keep royalty in the family and help make off spring that will keep royalty in the family, years from now.
I hated it, but now I am okay with it. I used to fight it, but I gave in, knowing there was no way around it. So here I am, Princess Isabella of The Netherlands, and my life is surrounded by politics.
"Good job darling. This is you winning the heart of your people." my mother whispered to me as I smiled and posed for some photographers.
"Yes, mother." I reply. But that's when something caught my eye. A boy, in the crowd of hundreds of people. He had dark brown hair with dark sparkly eyes. I couldn't help but stare and see him staring right back.
"Isabella?" my mother asked. "Isabella." she says snapping me out of my trance, continuing to my castle, where in just about an hour a dinner will be held along with a ball.
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Eight hours before
Airport
Landon's P.O.V.
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"OMA!" Olivia and I say as we see our Oma waiting for us at the end of the terminal.
"Are you exited for a fun-filled summer?" she asked us.
"Yes, but where is Opa?" Olivia asks looking around.
"He staid at the house for the sake of the animals. I can't get him away from them!" my Oma smiled. Fun. I thought. A summer filled with getting to work for my Oma and Opa. And if you didn't know what that is it is 'grandma' and 'grandpa' in Dutch. Yes, here I was in Holland with my sister Olivia.
"Landon, grab your sisters bag we need to get going." my Oma scolds me. I quickly pick them up and follow my sister and Oma to the truck. My sister, Olivia, looked nothing like me. Because she changed every day. She had blue eyes and used to have brown hair like me, but died it Blonde with blue stripes in it. She also has her nose pierced and wears bright, normally neon, clothing. She wasn't normal, I can tell you that.
"You exited, Landon?" Olivia asked me.
"Yea, sure." I say kind of lifelessly.
"I have exiting news,' my Oma says looking at me with a huge smile on her face. 'Landon? You and Olivia will be attending, Princess Isabella's, ball and dinner tonight. I crammed to get you in there so, please good, Landon, for me?' she asks. She knows I am not so great with meeting new people.
I'm the type of guy-. wait I am not type of guy. I like to listen to hard rock music. I like wearing converse and dark wash jeans. I like to wear my ties loose. I like wearing my hair long and shabby. but not like, long as in girl long. long as in, cool guy, long. I'm not popular, but I am not nerdy. I'm normal.
All that day we just got ready for the ball and it was Olivia's dream.
'WHAT DRESS, LANDON!' she nearly screamed at me cause the last three times she asked I said 'i don't know.'
'Neon green! you will stand out.' I say finally. I decided on converse, dark jeans, dark shirt with a black jacket over it. We got there and people were waiting. I leaned over to Olivia.
'What are we all waiting for, again?' I asked her.
'Princess Isabella!' she nearly yelled. She was really excited. Considering my grandma got me seats right next to the princess herself. My grandma thought of herself as a match maker, which I found out was hilarious considering whenever I was dating a girl I would break up with them right after I talked to my grandma. She always found the flaws in them that I realized I hated.
'OH OH OH! She is here!' Olivia, said jumping up and down. Olivia is my twin, by the way. But like I said earlier, nothing a like.
That's when I saw her. She stepped out of the car and down the aisle. She was .... beautiful. She had long, long, black hair that was curled into perfect spirals. It looked as if you stretched them out, they would come to her waist. She had icy blue eyes that seem bored and lifeless. She looked.... kind of sad.... I found her staring back until an older woman whispered something to her, snapping her out of her trance. Isabella, eh?
'Okay,' Olivia said clapping her hands together. 'now it's time for dinner.' she smiled. The VIP people (including Olivia and I) got to go inside the huge castle to see a huge dining hall. We looked for the main table, which we soon found that was at the front of the great hall.
"Fancy." Olivia whispered to me.
'Yea,' I say looking at our name tags that were hand written in cursive saying 'Landon T. Taylor' and 'Olivia M. Taylor' I quickly sat down and Olivia did the same next to me.
'NOW!' I hear a man, in a red suit, say at the top of the separated staircase. 'their royalty themselves. The king and queen." that's when I saw the older woman from before and a man who also was standing with her, come down the right side of the stairs.
'Including their daughter and son, Isabella and Johnathan." said the man in the funny red suit. Olivia poked me from the back and whispered in my ear.
'Do you see his suit?!' she giggled as everyone in the room clapped as the siblings went down the left side of the split staircase. They came to our table and I was taken back in her beauty, up closer. Isabella's skin was flawless and lips perfectly curved. Her eye's peeked up from under her long dark lashes.
'You may be seated Mr. Taylor.' She said in a pure sweet voice. I looked around to see everyone looking at me because it was only me and her standing still.
'Ah, yea.' I smiled and waved to everyone and sat down. First was salad.
'So, Mr. Taylor.' Isabella said taking a little bite of her salad.
'Please, call me, Landon.' I say.
'Landon,' she says. 'i can tell by your accent that you are from the America's. Why are you here, may I ask?' she asked in a curious tone. She made me wonder, why was her eyes filled with sadness but when she looked at me, they were filled with life?
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Isabella's P.O.V.
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When Landon and I were the only ones standing I wanted to laugh because he was staring. He was staring and made it quite obvious. Normally I would take offense to this, but there was something about him that I was okay with.
'My Oma and Opa need help on their farm this summer.' he tells me.
'And your Oma and Opa are...?' I asked.
'Muriel and Dirk Vroom.' He tells me. I smile.
'Muriel is a darling. She made me this dress actually.' I tell him showing him the green strapless poofy dress I was wearing. it was a cute kind of poofy though.
'Yea, she likes those types of things.' he says smiling, checking me out again. but not really my body as my eyes. I quickly look away. I was not going to get involved in a physical relationship or emotional relationship with this boy. Mother had her rules and if this boy got in the way of me getting married to Duke, we were in trouble.
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Tell me, you want more?
IMPROTANT!: to create the character, Isabella, the princess, I had to become a princess. So my friend, Rachel, dressed me up in a poofy dress and taught me how to be a princess. so now that I have the full experience, here you go!
Love,
Joslyn Miller
P.S.: e-mail me at: miller.joslyn@yahoo.com
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The Netherlands, 2009
Isabella's P.O.V.
*****************
"Remember darling, chin up, shoulders back, stand up straight, and smile." my mother reminded me. I did as she said and stepped out of the car. I smiled a brilliant smile at all the adoring people and press. I curtsied in my knee-length dress and continued down the aisle to my castle.
Royalty is all about Politics. I'm Isabella VanDaughen. I am the Princess of The Netherlands. I am only 15, yet I act like I am 50 with how mature I am. When I turn 16, in six months, I will have to marry a man I have never met before, Duke. He shall keep royalty in the family and help make off spring that will keep royalty in the family, years from now.
I hated it, but now I am okay with it. I used to fight it, but I gave in, knowing there was no way around it. So here I am, Princess Isabella of The Netherlands, and my life is surrounded by politics.
"Good job darling. This is you winning the heart of your people." my mother whispered to me as I smiled and posed for some photographers.
"Yes, mother." I reply. But that's when something caught my eye. A boy, in the crowd of hundreds of people. He had dark brown hair with dark sparkly eyes. I couldn't help but stare and see him staring right back.
"Isabella?" my mother asked. "Isabella." she says snapping me out of my trance, continuing to my castle, where in just about an hour a dinner will be held along with a ball.
*****************
Eight hours before
Airport
Landon's P.O.V.
****************
"OMA!" Olivia and I say as we see our Oma waiting for us at the end of the terminal.
"Are you exited for a fun-filled summer?" she asked us.
"Yes, but where is Opa?" Olivia asks looking around.
"He staid at the house for the sake of the animals. I can't get him away from them!" my Oma smiled. Fun. I thought. A summer filled with getting to work for my Oma and Opa. And if you didn't know what that is it is 'grandma' and 'grandpa' in Dutch. Yes, here I was in Holland with my sister Olivia.
"Landon, grab your sisters bag we need to get going." my Oma scolds me. I quickly pick them up and follow my sister and Oma to the truck. My sister, Olivia, looked nothing like me. Because she changed every day. She had blue eyes and used to have brown hair like me, but died it Blonde with blue stripes in it. She also has her nose pierced and wears bright, normally neon, clothing. She wasn't normal, I can tell you that.
"You exited, Landon?" Olivia asked me.
"Yea, sure." I say kind of lifelessly.
"I have exiting news,' my Oma says looking at me with a huge smile on her face. 'Landon? You and Olivia will be attending, Princess Isabella's, ball and dinner tonight. I crammed to get you in there so, please good, Landon, for me?' she asks. She knows I am not so great with meeting new people.
I'm the type of guy-. wait I am not type of guy. I like to listen to hard rock music. I like wearing converse and dark wash jeans. I like to wear my ties loose. I like wearing my hair long and shabby. but not like, long as in girl long. long as in, cool guy, long. I'm not popular, but I am not nerdy. I'm normal.
All that day we just got ready for the ball and it was Olivia's dream.
'WHAT DRESS, LANDON!' she nearly screamed at me cause the last three times she asked I said 'i don't know.'
'Neon green! you will stand out.' I say finally. I decided on converse, dark jeans, dark shirt with a black jacket over it. We got there and people were waiting. I leaned over to Olivia.
'What are we all waiting for, again?' I asked her.
'Princess Isabella!' she nearly yelled. She was really excited. Considering my grandma got me seats right next to the princess herself. My grandma thought of herself as a match maker, which I found out was hilarious considering whenever I was dating a girl I would break up with them right after I talked to my grandma. She always found the flaws in them that I realized I hated.
'OH OH OH! She is here!' Olivia, said jumping up and down. Olivia is my twin, by the way. But like I said earlier, nothing a like.
That's when I saw her. She stepped out of the car and down the aisle. She was .... beautiful. She had long, long, black hair that was curled into perfect spirals. It looked as if you stretched them out, they would come to her waist. She had icy blue eyes that seem bored and lifeless. She looked.... kind of sad.... I found her staring back until an older woman whispered something to her, snapping her out of her trance. Isabella, eh?
'Okay,' Olivia said clapping her hands together. 'now it's time for dinner.' she smiled. The VIP people (including Olivia and I) got to go inside the huge castle to see a huge dining hall. We looked for the main table, which we soon found that was at the front of the great hall.
"Fancy." Olivia whispered to me.
'Yea,' I say looking at our name tags that were hand written in cursive saying 'Landon T. Taylor' and 'Olivia M. Taylor' I quickly sat down and Olivia did the same next to me.
'NOW!' I hear a man, in a red suit, say at the top of the separated staircase. 'their royalty themselves. The king and queen." that's when I saw the older woman from before and a man who also was standing with her, come down the right side of the stairs.
'Including their daughter and son, Isabella and Johnathan." said the man in the funny red suit. Olivia poked me from the back and whispered in my ear.
'Do you see his suit?!' she giggled as everyone in the room clapped as the siblings went down the left side of the split staircase. They came to our table and I was taken back in her beauty, up closer. Isabella's skin was flawless and lips perfectly curved. Her eye's peeked up from under her long dark lashes.
'You may be seated Mr. Taylor.' She said in a pure sweet voice. I looked around to see everyone looking at me because it was only me and her standing still.
'Ah, yea.' I smiled and waved to everyone and sat down. First was salad.
'So, Mr. Taylor.' Isabella said taking a little bite of her salad.
'Please, call me, Landon.' I say.
'Landon,' she says. 'i can tell by your accent that you are from the America's. Why are you here, may I ask?' she asked in a curious tone. She made me wonder, why was her eyes filled with sadness but when she looked at me, they were filled with life?
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Isabella's P.O.V.
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When Landon and I were the only ones standing I wanted to laugh because he was staring. He was staring and made it quite obvious. Normally I would take offense to this, but there was something about him that I was okay with.
'My Oma and Opa need help on their farm this summer.' he tells me.
'And your Oma and Opa are...?' I asked.
'Muriel and Dirk Vroom.' He tells me. I smile.
'Muriel is a darling. She made me this dress actually.' I tell him showing him the green strapless poofy dress I was wearing. it was a cute kind of poofy though.
'Yea, she likes those types of things.' he says smiling, checking me out again. but not really my body as my eyes. I quickly look away. I was not going to get involved in a physical relationship or emotional relationship with this boy. Mother had her rules and if this boy got in the way of me getting married to Duke, we were in trouble.
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Tell me, you want more?
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