Yours Royally のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SabrinaOh God, I hope I don't throw up. What a horrible first impression that would be.Sabrina swallowed down her nervousness and shifted a bit in her seat, twirling her auburn hair in her fingers. Anything to distract herself from the swarm of butterflies that was currently terrorizing the inside of her belly. The eggs and bacon breakfast had seemed like a good idea a few hours ago, but she began to question it now that she was about to face the most important interview of her life and it didn't want to stay down.The air of the small square interview room was cold as the air conditioner refused to turn off. It was a stark contrast to the heavy, humid air outside and in a few more minutes, Sabrina thought she might be able to see her breath. She rubbed her arms, wishing she had worn more than a thin dress shirt. She hadn’t brought a jacket, or even a cardigan. Besides the fact that she didn’t own one that was near nice enough for the occasion, she hadn’t even thought about it until

MarcoKing Carlo cleared his throat. “So tell me, Marco, how did the interviews go today? Did you find someone to help you while on your sabbatical?”“I did,” Marco said. Sabrina’s face flashed into Marco’s mind.“And...?”“Her name is Sabrina. She’s from Memphis, Tennessee, born and raised. In fact, she lives just a few miles from the hotel where I’m staying now.” Marco couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice and his father recognized it immediately.“She’s attractive, I take it,” the old man said.“Did I give it away?” Marco asked. He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled slightly.“You always do.”“Well, you’re right. She is very attractive,” he told his father. He couldn't stop the smile as she pictured her face. “There’s something about her that intrigues me. She’s not flashy and vain like most of the women I encounter. She seems simple, but a good kind of simple. There’s an innocence in her that I find myself drawn to.”The king chuckled. “She sounds lovely, Marco. But don’

SabrinaThump-thump, thump-thump-thump.She beat the screen door on the neighbor's trailer with the same rhythmic knock she’d been using since her childhood. It was a pattern that hadn’t changed in almost twenty years.The door hinges squeaked as it opened and Aunt Faye stood in the trailer, smiling wide. She was a stout woman whose weight gave way to a particularly jolly laugh. Like most days, she was wearing a cotton dress and shoes that hugged her tiny feet.She was clearly happy that her goddaughter had paid a visit. It was written all over her face.“Hey, Bean,” Faye said, her English accent formal and friendly at the same time.“Hey, Aunty,” Sabrina said, pulling the older woman in for a hug. The two embraced each other as if it’d been years since they had spoken, even though it had been less than a day.“I bet you have some news for me,” Faye said as they broke from their hug, her eyebrows arching into her gray wispy bangs.Sabrina grinned.“Come inside, love,” Faye said, stepp

Marco“This is your plane?” Sabrina asked, as they boarded the small jet that was parked on a private runway near the airport.“Kind of,” Marco said, as he led the group onto the plane. “I’m able to use it right now, so it’s as good as mine.”“I’ve never even seen a private jet before,” she said, looking around the plane with the awe of a young child. “To be honest, I've never actually been on any plane.”The pilot greeted Marco and they shook hands, while Sabrina and Valetta continued on toward the back of the jet.“The weather is looking excellent today, so it should make for a smooth flight to New York City,” the pilot informed him. “Shouldn’t take but a few hours.”“Perfect,” Marco said. “How long until we take off?”“Ten minutes. If all of your party is here, we can start taxiing to the runway now.”Marco nodded and turned down the aisle leading away from the cockpit. The cabin of the plane was small to his eyes. He was used to his private jet back home, but he was assured this p

Sabrina“Reservation for Sabrina Wise.” It was her first time ever checking into a hotel, but Valetta had instructed her exactly what to say. Still, Sabrina felt nervous, but she was determined not to show it.“Certainly, Ms. Wise.” The hotel receptionist's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard in front of her. “I see here that you have reserved our suite, as well as an adjoining room. Is that correct?”“Yes, that's right,” Sabrina replied.There was another flurry of keyboard tapping behind the desk. “How many room keys would you like?”“Just two will be fine,” Sabrina said, stumbling slightly. “Or, one for each room, I guess.”The girl behind the table nodded.After paying with the credit card Valetta had given her, Sabrina turned around to admire the rest of the lobby. It was immensely grand and spectacular, looking more like the inside of a castle than a hotel. From the ceiling hung an elaborate chandelier that reflected brilliantly off the marble floors. At one end was a massive