1996

"hmph" Liz sighed as she left the dining for her family who made it their priority to make sure she ate perfectly.

She had to eat even though she couldn't with much difficulty as all eyes were on her, especially her mother's eyes.

She laid on her bed thinking how unfortunate she was to be born into the Rhyndorust family, how she wished she was a normal county girl just like all the rest. Born and brought up by a simple mother and a farmer with chickens everywhere. "Oh" she sighed in frustration, looking at the time. It was time for training.

How she longed for a normal life. A life free from trainings and courtly stuffs. How she longed to smell the dust of the earth, nature and all it carried with it. But mayhap soon, very soon, she'll be free. If only her twin and Uncle Hugh didn't have to come with her, with many servants.

She'll be starting her new course in a new school very far from home, they'll all miss her and pray the best for her. She thanked God higher institution didn't have a royal school, if not she'd just be an unlucky cat again. She smiled to herself counting the calendars.

"Just 28 days more" she said to herself; "28 days more" and she'll be free.

It was 30minutes late now, she frowned. Her parents would by all means have a reason to scorn her.

She endured each day, doing the royalties, going to tea parties, riding horses, taking trainings and lessons, being scorned by her mother, till the D-Day finally arrived.

"I'll write you all" she bade them all as she finally stood the chance of getting in the cart. Her twin sister Meghan, was as happy as her. Even though Liz didn't have all the freedom she needed, at least she'll be out of that mansion for a long time. She smiled looking at her twin sister who returned the smile. Meghan didn't know Liz was only happy because she was free.

Unlike Liz, Meghan loved dresses, tea parties, horses and all those boring stuffs. She was only happy she was going to the institution only to see what she will boast about when she's back.

"Uncle Hugh, are we there yet?" Liz beamed with joy.

"Yes girls. Go and check-in while I offload your things" he smiled as he replied.

Liz flew down from the cart without shame and Meghan shuddered in surprise.

"Mass com." Liz replied the receptionist. She'd finally go for news casting after thinking of what to read. Everything seemed boring to her until she found out that a news caster travels around the world and she loved travelling, anything to keep her from her boring life.

"I'll go get the bags Megh. You check-in" she said in delight and helped Mr Hugh. Meghan sighed in disgust. Sometimes, she wondered why Liz was too different.

"I'm Meghan Rhyndorust" she boasted to the receptionist proudly.

Someone shooked at her right. "Wow, what blissful surprise?"

Meghan turned to look and saw a nasty boy. Not really old, she commented, just about her age, handsome but, too rough handled for her. What did he know?

"You must be from the Rhyndorust family right?" He paused and then continued after no replies; "well, I've heard a lot about your family" he said. She felt a tinge of pride in hearing that but, didn't lift a hair. "I see you do" she finally said leaving.

"Oh - wait. I'm Greg Harry Wessex" he said "but just call me Greg" he let out giving his hand for a shake. Meghan swiftly grabbed it in reply. She had heard about the Wessex family. Born royalty and we're highly rich. They dealed in importation and exportation of golds and held a seat to the nationality of US embassy. She had really looked forward to seeing a Wessex. But, what was this rich lad doing in so small an institution? And oh gracious! Dressed like this? "I suppose you're schooling here" he said letting her drift away from her thoughts.

"Oh...uhm...(she scrambled for the right word to say. Now she wished Liz was here to set things right) yes. Yes, I'm reading law"

"good gracious, so am I!" He gasped and she giggled not believing she really did giggle. "That means we'll be seeing a lot ehn..." He smirked.

"I think so" she said as they patted. Good gracious heaven! What was she thinking?! A Wessex! So handsome and inviting and I just let the opportunity slip like that?!

"Uhm...wait!" She said and he turned as if he was expecting so. "I...I (she noticed she was fumbling and quickly stiffed herself) what's your room number? I mean we should get to know each other before lessons. I have some paintings" she hoped he'd comply.

"Here" he handed her a card, waited for some minutes before he let his hand go. That brought a color to Meghan's cheek. Was she falling in love?