The revelation.

Currently serving as The Spanish Duchess is a modern, tallish brunette with Ice blue eyes. Her name is Abigail and this year she is an eligible bachelorette. She has her eyes set on no ordinary man. Being the Granddaughter of the king of Spain, Abigail has the highest standards one could have. As a little girl, she dreamed of having a Prince all to herself, one she could dangle from her strings. But no one took her seriously, they thought she was too much of a dreamer. They said that even with a fancy title ,that comes with many privileges, a Prince would still never fall for a dramatic silly little girl who dresses like a tart. However, they could be wrong, for she now had a chance at charming young Prince Cedric from England. When her mother, Princess Alejandra, heard of the news, she was most ashamed of her daughters betrayal. "To England, to hopefully get betrothed to the Prince?!", Her mother screamed in her face. Then Alejandra decided to speak again, this time in fluent Spanish. Abigail stood there, crossing her arms furiously. She didn't understand her mother's words, however, just by the tone of her voice, she could tell that her words were projected in a hateful manner. Abigail hadn't ever been bothered to learn Spanish and, even though she was offered lessons ,she would usually skip them. Her mother stopped shouting, finally understanding that Abigail had not listened or understood her aggressive words. "Oh I forget, your a Spanish duchess that can't even speak her own native language", Alejandra said with a more furious attitude. "You said I need to broaden my horizon!" Exclaimed Abigail, frustratedly thrusting her arms into the open air. "Local Abi, I didn't mean another continent!" She exaggerated. "Mama, England isn't in a different continent", she corrected her, fuelling her frightening aggression. "It doesn't matter, it a different country!" Alejandra shouted. The Princess wasn't letting this go, though Abigail desperately wished she would. Finally, she came to a conclusion to exit herself from a conversation purely about herself. This was in order to avoid arguing with her infuriating mother.

Abigail headed to her study, a place full of complete solitude. No worker would dare go in there, afraid She would bark their head off or dismiss them immediately. However, Abigail was much more meaner then that. Recently she fired someone because they didn't fetch her the correct colour cushion. This caused the distressed woman to cry uncontrollably, but no ounce of sympathy existed in Abigail. Resting down at her office chair, she extracted a old book. It's cover severely bent over and it's spine broken. Inside was a complete first page of planning for when or if she were to be elected as Princess. A detailed wedding planning was completed on the other side, listing the arrangements and the guest list. Even though Abigail hadn't even met him, she already had fantasies about their fairytale life. Even more disturbingly , she also had a list of names for their children, Rosanna for a girl and Richard for a boy. While she went over all her scribbled down notes, a knock came at the door. Abigail was ready for it, particularly because she believed she would get the pleasure of sacking one of her many maids.

But as she opened the long black, hidden away door, she realised what they had come for.