Living life of a royalty just wasn't Astin's dream anymore. Though there used to be a time she strived to be the best queen, but not anymore. After getting betrayed, killed and reborn, she decided, 'Ah, I want to be a normal girl' and with that, she ran away. During her escapede, she worked at a cafe and met Justin and fell for him at first sight. But who knew, this delivery boy with silver hair and emerald colored eyes, Justin, was the country's prince who was just throwing a tantrum and staying away from home? These two run away royalties fall hard for each other, unaware that they were each other's arranged marriage partners. How exactly would they react when circumstances forces them to seperate from one another and once again meet at Astin's palace? Find out
They rented a house containing two bedrooms. Astin, now Krystal, had the mind of staying in a room with Quinella and giving Felix one room because he was a guy and needed space but Quinella insisted on staying with her brother which he agreed to.
Although they were no longer in the palace and she was no longer posing as the princess, they still wanted to give her the respect she deserved. After all, she had royal blood.
"But you're 16 Quinella, you can't have your clothes lying around the room that a guy lives in." Krystal pointed out.
"Then why not I leave my clothes in your room, dress there, bathe there but sleep on the couch?" Quinella suggested but this got Krystal angry.
"Absolutely not!" Krystal slammed seriously and they all kept quiet. She massaged her temple feeling a bit stressed from the whole situation. "If this is going to be a problem, then we might as well rent a three bedroom flat." She suggested and they seemed to be in agreement with it since they didn't object. "Thank you!" She sighed I'm relief and they took their bags out.
It was a good thing they only had three big bags and hadn't started unpacking yet.
Fortunately, the landlady was kind hearted and reasonable and they had not signed the contract for the lease yet. She wasn't like others who'd rattle mouths and curse out simply because the new tenants didn't want to rent anymore.
So from there, they rented a three bedroom flat. Problem solved.
They were all still busy unpacking, after cleaning up the flat, when Krystal came up with a thought.
She ran from her room to Quinella's room which gave Quinella a fright.
"What's wrong, your...Um, Krystal?" Quinella asked, already alarmed.
"Nothing! I just wanted to know," she drew near to her. "When did you drop out of school?" Krystal asked.
"Um, I was in my second year of highschool. I passed but couldn't get to the third year because of financial difficulties." She said solemnly.
"Then how about this, would you continue?" Krystal inquired excitedly.
"What are you saying, Krystal?" Quinella was a bit confused.
"I figured it'd be unfair if I don't let you finish school. Although I never went to school, I got all the learning I needed back at the palace but you didn't get any, so I want you to." Krystal said.
"Are you serious?" Quinella asked, joy filming her face as Felix walked in.
"Is that really necessary?" Felix asked and she snarled at him.
"Hey poker face idiot, you went to school and had fun in your time, don't spoil the fun for your sister, okay?"
Quinella looked elated with this news and she began thanking Krystal.
"Thank you so much, Krystal. Thank you! I didn't think I'd have the privilege to go back to school, I… thank you!"
"You're welcome." Krystal said, smiling and hugged her. "After all, you stand as my sister now. The sister I never had and you..." She pointed at the cold looking Felix. "...my poker face brother but dude lighten up. You're gonna scare the ladies with that look. Handsome though, but terrifying. How will you get married?"
"Tch!" He exclaimed. "I'm a man of 23, why should I express my emotions?" He frowned and Krystal gave him a 'Are you serious' kind of gaze.
"Hey dude, with that frown, you'll definitely grow wrinkles." She pointed out. "Plus, they say men don't cry but I assure you, they do!" She stated and Quinella chuckled. Felix shot her a cold gaze and she quieted down. "See, that's what I meant. You'll definitely not get married." She said while shaking her head in pity.
"Krystal, you've become more of a talkative after getting here but all the things you say are quite deep rooted." Quinella said and Krystal smiled sheepishly.
"I know, right? I'm adapting to that normal girl life pretty well. Shouldn't be all courteous especially when I'm at home with you guys, we're family." She said and yawned. "Right, before I'm taken away by the tempting hands of sleep, Felix, tomorrow, we'll take Quinella to register as a transfer student, take care of that." She said and he nodded. "After that," She yawned, "...we'll look for a minor job that can accept all three of us. Quinella will work part time while we work full time. Is that okay?"
"Okay!" They chorused and she retreated.
"At this rate, we'll live life to the fullest." She said while walking out. Although she no longer acts as a princess, she couldn't quickly change her walking steps, so when she walked, she walked with the air of elegance and gracefulness. Swaying her hips unconsciously and looking so domineering.
Felix looked at Quinella,shook his head and walked out to his own room leaving her to arrange the rest of her stuff.
Krystal got to her room with sleepy eyes, and arranged the rest of her stuff. She put the picture frame on her lamp table at the side of her bed and made sure to keep the jewellery that could be pawned in a safe place.
The wardrobe was filled with her clothes. Jeans pants, leather pants, shorts, skirts, T-shirts, polos, singlets and the rest things.
She kept her shoes under the wardrobe where they were meant to be.
Of course she didn't forget to buy shoes that normal girls wore such as flats, boots, sneakers, all that sort. She bought no heels but the only one there was the one she wore for the palace.
She looked at the dress she had worn as well, it was fancy but not too fancy. It was compatible and any normal girl could afford it for the purpose of parties. If the need ever arose, she would wear it but for now...she closed the wardrobe.