Romance in France
Une
"Anthony Charles, sortir du lit! Maintenant(Get out of bed, now!)" My mother shouted, storming into my room.
Her maids were trailing behind her, trying to inform her that there were still guests inside the castle; that she needed to be quiet. Me and my family were the only ones who knew my mother had a very short temper, and it was a mystery on how she kept that cool listening to the complaints of the politicians, and whatnot.
"Maman, est-ce que tu dois être si fort dans le matin?(Mom, do you have to be that loud in the morning?)" I asked her, under the comfort of my silk covers.
"Vous avez l'université, et vous avez bu tellement la nuit dernière! Tes class on deja commencer!(You have university, and you drank so much last night! Your classes already started!" She hissed, glaring hard at me.
I rubbed my eyes, and lifted my head out from under the covers. "Est-ce que je peut rester à la maison?(Can I stay home?)" I asked her, pressing my luck.
"Non! Tu doit aller!" With that, my mother left my room, instructing one of her maids to stay with me.
I raised from my bed, and ran my fingers through my rough feeling chocolate colored brow hair, and blinked, rubbing the sleep away from them. I glanced over at the maid, who was standing near the closed door, blushing her face off. I gave her a gentle smile and pulled the covers off my body.
"Je pense que vous avez besoin de sortir, afin que je puisse m'habiller(I think that you need to get out, so I can get dressed)" I told her.
She nodded her head and turned around, walking into the door. I put a hand over my mouth, hoping it would cover the chuckle that left my mouth. She ripped the door open, almost taking it off it's hinges and ran out of the room, closing the door as gently as she could. I got up from my bed and walked into the walk in bathroom. I stopped and looked in the mirror, staring at myself. People said I was a spitting image of my father, with my usually messy, gelled back brown hair, and my cloudy blue eyes. We had the same body type; tall, with broad shoulders and a nice six pack. He lost some of his six pack, since was going into his 50's, but he looked good for a 49 year old man. I dismissed myself and hopped into the shower.
When my shower was finished, I did my hair like I usually did it, the bangs pushed back out of my face, gelled in place. I got dressed in blue jeans, white v-neck tee-shirt and a grey vest, and I grabbed my sweater, and put on my converse shoes. My mom usually disapproved of the way I dressed for school, but I didn't want to be fancy looking while in university because everyone wore casual clothes, her responce usually conisisted of "You're going to be crowned king in less than a year, and you think you can just dress like a normal person?!". Though, my mom usually complained about everything.
"Anthony, êtes-vous prêt?!(Are you ready?!)" My mom yelled from the very bottom of the stairs, I could barely hear her, but I left my room and went down stairs.
The ride to university was quiet. I was followed to school by three in disguise, body guards. They were acting as normal university students like I was, and at the same time, keeping out for possible threats to my life. It must be hard being a body guard, to have to risk your life for some stuck up prince or princess. I would never be able to do it.
I glanced around the room as we entered the class, being greeted by the girls, except for one. She seemed to be new, and she was trying to keep up with the french the professor was spewing out of his mouth. It was quite interesting to watch, but I turned to one of the girls in my class, Bailey, who I had invited to the high-class party last night.
"J'ai passé un bon moment hier soir,(i had a good time last night)" She said, smiling.
"You're welcome. I'm going to go study, maman is always bothering me about not being serious about university." I said, smiling at her.
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I sighed, tapping my mechanical pencil against the table, the professor started anothing boring lecture on the history of France. I had no idea that someone could go on for hours talking about the history of France, i found it incredibly boring, and I wanted to go home and relax in the hot tub in the garden. However, like maman said, "A prince needs a good education to become king" And I'd be crowned king in a little less then a year now, so my college adventures were going to be over soon.
Her maids were trailing behind her, trying to inform her that there were still guests inside the castle; that she needed to be quiet. Me and my family were the only ones who knew my mother had a very short temper, and it was a mystery on how she kept that cool listening to the complaints of the politicians, and whatnot.
"Maman, est-ce que tu dois être si fort dans le matin?(Mom, do you have to be that loud in the morning?)" I asked her, under the comfort of my silk covers.
"Vous avez l'université, et vous avez bu tellement la nuit dernière! Tes class on deja commencer!(You have university, and you drank so much last night! Your classes already started!" She hissed, glaring hard at me.
I rubbed my eyes, and lifted my head out from under the covers. "Est-ce que je peut rester à la maison?(Can I stay home?)" I asked her, pressing my luck.
"Non! Tu doit aller!" With that, my mother left my room, instructing one of her maids to stay with me.
I raised from my bed, and ran my fingers through my rough feeling chocolate colored brow hair, and blinked, rubbing the sleep away from them. I glanced over at the maid, who was standing near the closed door, blushing her face off. I gave her a gentle smile and pulled the covers off my body.
"Je pense que vous avez besoin de sortir, afin que je puisse m'habiller(I think that you need to get out, so I can get dressed)" I told her.
She nodded her head and turned around, walking into the door. I put a hand over my mouth, hoping it would cover the chuckle that left my mouth. She ripped the door open, almost taking it off it's hinges and ran out of the room, closing the door as gently as she could. I got up from my bed and walked into the walk in bathroom. I stopped and looked in the mirror, staring at myself. People said I was a spitting image of my father, with my usually messy, gelled back brown hair, and my cloudy blue eyes. We had the same body type; tall, with broad shoulders and a nice six pack. He lost some of his six pack, since was going into his 50's, but he looked good for a 49 year old man. I dismissed myself and hopped into the shower.
When my shower was finished, I did my hair like I usually did it, the bangs pushed back out of my face, gelled in place. I got dressed in blue jeans, white v-neck tee-shirt and a grey vest, and I grabbed my sweater, and put on my converse shoes. My mom usually disapproved of the way I dressed for school, but I didn't want to be fancy looking while in university because everyone wore casual clothes, her responce usually conisisted of "You're going to be crowned king in less than a year, and you think you can just dress like a normal person?!". Though, my mom usually complained about everything.
"Anthony, êtes-vous prêt?!(Are you ready?!)" My mom yelled from the very bottom of the stairs, I could barely hear her, but I left my room and went down stairs.
The ride to university was quiet. I was followed to school by three in disguise, body guards. They were acting as normal university students like I was, and at the same time, keeping out for possible threats to my life. It must be hard being a body guard, to have to risk your life for some stuck up prince or princess. I would never be able to do it.
I glanced around the room as we entered the class, being greeted by the girls, except for one. She seemed to be new, and she was trying to keep up with the french the professor was spewing out of his mouth. It was quite interesting to watch, but I turned to one of the girls in my class, Bailey, who I had invited to the high-class party last night.
"J'ai passé un bon moment hier soir,(i had a good time last night)" She said, smiling.
"You're welcome. I'm going to go study, maman is always bothering me about not being serious about university." I said, smiling at her.
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I sighed, tapping my mechanical pencil against the table, the professor started anothing boring lecture on the history of France. I had no idea that someone could go on for hours talking about the history of France, i found it incredibly boring, and I wanted to go home and relax in the hot tub in the garden. However, like maman said, "A prince needs a good education to become king" And I'd be crowned king in a little less then a year now, so my college adventures were going to be over soon.
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Keep in mind that I used google translate for most of that. I naturally speak fluent french, however, my computer does not hold the technology to put accents and what not on my letters, and that pisses me off, because I'm a grammer nazi.Thanks for reading the first chapter!
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