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Authors: VJ Dunraven
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“Jill! Oh, darn! She couldn't see me. Stay here, okay? I'll be right back.” She pushed into the crush of students.
Elizabeth took the opportunity to take in her su rroundings. The parking lot was now a madhouse of cars and kids. At the far side of the stairs some boys launched themselves from the bottom step, somersaulted in the air, and landed on their feet at the top landing.
High above them, a cluster of girls clapped from the edge of the roof. A few of them balanced precar iously on a narrow ledge.
Another group sat higher up on the clock tower, swinging their feet as they observed the activity below.
If not for these unusual displays Elizabeth would have thought she was in a regular high school, except of course, classes started at midnight.
“I'm back!” Lela said next to her just as a sudden hush invaded the me rry atmosphere.
As if on cue, everyone around her stood still and turned towards the r eserved parking spaces across the building entrance. A silver Mercedes Benz sports car pulled up into one of the spaces, followed by a yellow BMW convertible.
The car doors opened simultaneously. Two guys stepped out of the Me rcedes and three girls slid from the BMW. They were an eye-catching group. The guys were tall, dark-haired, and handsome, and the girls were gorgeous and fashionable. Out of the three girls, the black-haired one stood out. Elizabeth thought she'd never seen anyone so stunning.
“Did we miss anything?” Ben poked his head b etween her and Lela, who was also engrossed in watching the group.
“Who are they?” Elizabeth nodded in their dire ction.
“European Royalty!” Ben clapped excitedly. “See the two cute guys?” He pointed at the men from the Mercedes.
“Uh-huh.”
“The one i n blue is Prince David of Belgium, and the one in gray is Prince Philippe of Spain.” Ben sighed dreamily.
“What about the girls?”
“The twin blond girls are Princess Sophia and Princess Silvia of Switzerland.” Ben shook his forefinger. “Don't bother asking me who's who, because I can’t tell.” He aimed a manicured pinky towards the last girl. “That one with the black hair a-la-Cleopatra is Lady Catherine, daughter of a Danish Marchioness.”
“She's very beautiful.” Elizabeth followed the girl with her eyes.
“That's why she's being matched to marry Prince—” The powerful roar of a passing vehicle drowned out Ben's last word.
“Who?” Elizabeth leaned her head closer.
“Him!” Ben pointed discreetly. “I can't believe he's here!” He gaped wide-eyed at the last guy who parked a sleek black and silver motorcycle in the spot next to the Royals.
“Why?” Elizabeth darted her eyes from Ben to Lela who appeared to be in shock, and to her surprise, so were the rest of the students within ey esight. “Who is he?” She said above the murmurs that emanated from the crowd.
“Don't you read the high society blogs?” Ben tossed imaginary long tresses with his hands. “Read the plate number—WLM XIV . That's Prince William the fourteenth, sole heir to the throne of the Highest Royal Coven of Europe!”
“Nice BMW Motorrad!” Carlos craned his neck and peeked over their heads. “Me likes!”
Elizabeth followed his gaze to observe the new arrival, who had his back turned. He planted one long leg on the pavement and turned off the engine of his motorcycle.
Lela nudged her. “Do you know that he's the lon gest reigning Prince of the last century?”
“What do you mean?” Elizabeth watched their su bject take off his riding gloves and half turn to flex elegant hands with long fingers.
“He's supposed to be King by now,” Lela lowered her voice a notch. “But his father couldn't bestow him the crown because he's not eligible to i nherit it.”
“Why not?” Elizabeth's interest increased.
“He needs to get married first to be eligible,” Ben cut in. “That's the only condition for a European Royal heir to take over the throne, but he won't settle
Elizabeth took the opportunity to take in her su rroundings. The parking lot was now a madhouse of cars and kids. At the far side of the stairs some boys launched themselves from the bottom step, somersaulted in the air, and landed on their feet at the top landing.
High above them, a cluster of girls clapped from the edge of the roof. A few of them balanced precar iously on a narrow ledge.
Another group sat higher up on the clock tower, swinging their feet as they observed the activity below.
If not for these unusual displays Elizabeth would have thought she was in a regular high school, except of course, classes started at midnight.
“I'm back!” Lela said next to her just as a sudden hush invaded the me rry atmosphere.
As if on cue, everyone around her stood still and turned towards the r eserved parking spaces across the building entrance. A silver Mercedes Benz sports car pulled up into one of the spaces, followed by a yellow BMW convertible.
The car doors opened simultaneously. Two guys stepped out of the Me rcedes and three girls slid from the BMW. They were an eye-catching group. The guys were tall, dark-haired, and handsome, and the girls were gorgeous and fashionable. Out of the three girls, the black-haired one stood out. Elizabeth thought she'd never seen anyone so stunning.
“Did we miss anything?” Ben poked his head b etween her and Lela, who was also engrossed in watching the group.
“Who are they?” Elizabeth nodded in their dire ction.
“European Royalty!” Ben clapped excitedly. “See the two cute guys?” He pointed at the men from the Mercedes.
“Uh-huh.”
“The one i n blue is Prince David of Belgium, and the one in gray is Prince Philippe of Spain.” Ben sighed dreamily.
“What about the girls?”
“The twin blond girls are Princess Sophia and Princess Silvia of Switzerland.” Ben shook his forefinger. “Don't bother asking me who's who, because I can’t tell.” He aimed a manicured pinky towards the last girl. “That one with the black hair a-la-Cleopatra is Lady Catherine, daughter of a Danish Marchioness.”
“She's very beautiful.” Elizabeth followed the girl with her eyes.
“That's why she's being matched to marry Prince—” The powerful roar of a passing vehicle drowned out Ben's last word.
“Who?” Elizabeth leaned her head closer.
“Him!” Ben pointed discreetly. “I can't believe he's here!” He gaped wide-eyed at the last guy who parked a sleek black and silver motorcycle in the spot next to the Royals.
“Why?” Elizabeth darted her eyes from Ben to Lela who appeared to be in shock, and to her surprise, so were the rest of the students within ey esight. “Who is he?” She said above the murmurs that emanated from the crowd.
“Don't you read the high society blogs?” Ben tossed imaginary long tresses with his hands. “Read the plate number—WLM XIV . That's Prince William the fourteenth, sole heir to the throne of the Highest Royal Coven of Europe!”
“Nice BMW Motorrad!” Carlos craned his neck and peeked over their heads. “Me likes!”
Elizabeth followed his gaze to observe the new arrival, who had his back turned. He planted one long leg on the pavement and turned off the engine of his motorcycle.
Lela nudged her. “Do you know that he's the lon gest reigning Prince of the last century?”
“What do you mean?” Elizabeth watched their su bject take off his riding gloves and half turn to flex elegant hands with long fingers.
“He's supposed to be King by now,” Lela lowered her voice a notch. “But his father couldn't bestow him the crown because he's not eligible to i nherit it.”
“Why not?” Elizabeth's interest increased.
“He needs to get married first to be eligible,” Ben cut in. “That's the only condition for a European Royal heir to take over the throne, but he won't settle
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