"What do you mean?" she asks. "They're after you, not me."
She runs anyway. You take off in the opposite direction. The officer, ignoring Janet, tries to catch you but you get free.
You run into a department store and hide behind a display. You see a few officers go past, talking into their radios and looking around the store. When you are sure that they are gone, you come out of hiding and head to the exit.
Leaving the store, you walk into a group of photographers and a TV crew. Flashes start going off all over the place and questions are shouted at you, none of which you hear.
In seconds you are surrounded by police officers. They seem less concerned with arresting you than warding off the photographers. However, they do take you out of the shopping centre and place you in the back of a police car.
"What's going on?" you demand. "I haven't done anything?"
"We aren't arresting you Princess." The officer in the passenger seat turns you you. "Our orders are to take you home."
"Why?" You ask.
"The queen will explain." The driver tells you.
"What the hell are you talking about?" You say. "Queen, Princess, you're completely nuts."
You soon arrive at home. There are more police officers, photographers and TV crews on your front lawn. Strangest of all is a limousine.
The officers hold the crowd back as you make your way to the front door.
"Susan!" Your mother demands. "Where have you been?"
"I just went shopping." you say. "What is going on?"
"Come into the living room." she holds her anger back, apparently whatever is waiting in the living room is more important than her desire to shout at you. You don't know if that's a good or bad thing.
"There you are Susan." a well-dressed woman stands to greet you. "You have had us all very worried."
"Who are you?" you ask.
"I am Queen Charlotte of Calonia." She introduces herself.
"No, really." You ask your mother. "Who is this crazy woman."
Your mother cringes at your insult to the guest. "She really is the Queen of Calonia."
"I've never even heard of it." You say. "Where is it?"
"It is a very small country in Europe." the Queen explains. "We don't get noticed much by the rest of the world."
"And you flew here to see me?" you ask. "Why?"
"After me, you are the next in line for the throne." she says simply.
"If I was a princess I think I'd know it." You argue.
"Your father was my cousin." She explains. "As I am unable to bear children and you are my closest living relative, you will be our next queen."
You look at your mother and she just nods.
"We have a jet waiting at the airport." The queen tells you. "Pack anything you want to bring with you."
"Where's going now?" You ask, excited.
"Yes." She says. "For your own safety you can't stay here."
You quickly pack make your way back through the camera flashes to the limousine.
It is a short drive to the airport where you board a private jet.
"Wow." You say as you enter the plane. The interior looks like a luxury suite at a hotel.
"Please fasten your seat-belts." A stewardess directs you. You, and Queen Charlotte take your seats and you are soon off the ground.
After takeoff Queen Charlotte takes leads you through the plane. "This is your room." She opens the door, revealing the fanciest room you've ever seen.
"I have a room on a plane?" You exclaim. "This is so cool."
"We should get you ready." She says opening the wardrobe to reveal a number of ornate dresses. "There will be photographers when we land and I want you looking like a princess." She chooses a blue one, which she lays on the bed.
Next she opens a drawer. It takes a moment to register what you are seeing. the drawer is full of diapers and baby changing supplies like wipes and powder.
"Um." You say. "What are those for?"
"They are for you." Queen Charlotte answers. "It is tradition in Calonia that children are not potty trained until their eighteenth birthday. It reminds them that they are children and helps for strong bonds with their parents."
"That's nice for you." You say. "But I assure you I am potty trained. I won't be needing the diapers."
"It is an important tradition to our people." the queen informs you. "As the princess you can't be seen as ignoring our traditions. Especially since you were not born in Calonia."
"The people won't be able to see my underwear." You point out. "Let them believe I'm diapered."
"I'm afraid that won't work." She says. "It's difficult for the royal family to keep anything private. Such a secret would surely be leaked."
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