Meeting Another Princess (Rosalina/Genevieve)

Genevieve was sitting in her room on the window seat, writing in he diary. She looked out the window and saw a limousine with Italian flags on it driving up the drive way. Genevieve watched as the young girl got out of the car and searched the castle with her eyes. She set her diary on the bed and ran down the steps.

"Who is here?" She asked the door man

"You'll have to wait Princess. I understand your parents have invited another princess to come stay at the castle for a little while."

Genevieve sighed before the door opened and she put on her most welcoming smile.

"Hello." She said as the other Princess walked in the door.

Rosalina looked out of the window of her limousine and sighed.

"Lumiere? Do I really have to stay in Ireland? I mean how come the chick couldn't come to Vienna?" Rosalina asked the French servent, which was her favorite.

"Your father's orders mademoiselle, I can not help you there." Lumiere said.

Rosalina sighed as they pulled up to the castle. It was nice on the outside, but not as great as the one back home to her. She glanced back at the Frenchman. "Ciao, Lumiere."

"Au veior, madamoiselle." he said before Rosalina walked through the door. She looked around the inside of the palace, and she will admit that it looked better on the inside than out. Her thoughts were interrupted when a female's voice rang in her ears and interrupted her thoughts.

"Buongiorno." Rosalina said sweetly with a small curtsey, remembering her manners that she really didn't want to follow.

"I hope you find the castle to your liking. Make yourself at home." Genevieve welcomed

"But this isn't home...I don't even know where I am and why I'm here." Rosalina pouted, showing her true colors.

"You are here because my parents have invited you, they do that from time to time. I hope you do get used to this place, I wouldn't want to have an uncomfortable guest." Genevieve said

"Uh...who are you?" Rosalina asked.

"Oh, how rude of me...I am Genevieve Ryan, princess of Ireland. And you are?"

"Rosalina Moliare Satolli, forced Princess of Italy." Rosalina said.

"Ah, not up to having control of a country in the future, are you?" Genevieve asked

"No, I just don't want to be a ruler." Rosalina said.

"I used to be like that, too." Genevieve said

"I don't want to be a princess, I just want to be Rosalina."

"Yes, being a princess can be overcumbersom sometimes."

"I don't even think I'm mature enough to be ruler of a country."

"It's not like you're ruling it right now, maybe in a few years you'll be ready."

"Still, what if something happens to my parents? Crown goes straight to me." Rosalina said.

"True, but aren't there any other heirs in the family? Like maybe a cousin?" Genevieve asked

"Nope." she said.

"Hmm, so it's a lose lose situation."

"Pretty much." Rosalina sighed. "I miss Lumiere and Babette."

"Who?" Genevieve asked, "Sorry."

"My servents back at home, they were French. They're my favorites." Rosalina said.

"Ah." Genevieve nodded.

Rosalina looked around. "How do you have fun here?"

"I usually go horseback riding or play golf, something that has to do with the outdoors."