"And those are the rules," Ian finishes reading the small book. He gives me a smirk, his eyes temporarily wandering to my notepad. "Surprisingly easy, right?"

I can only stare at him blankly. He calls memorizing 101 rules "surprisingly easy"? What I'm surprised about is the fact that he managed to read that Bible in one hour.

"Ah... my butt hurts," I murmur, trying to find a comfortable spot on the wooden chair Ian traded me for the cushioned sofa.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back on the sofa. "I recall one of the rules asked for the correct usage of terms, so no 'butt'. Instead, use 'behind'."

"Ian-"

"Your Highness Crown Prince Ian," he cuts in, his expression hardening. "What did rule number 91 say?"

I lick my lips nervously. "Use correct honorifics for the royal family."

Ian chuckles in pleasure. "It was a trick question! Rule 91 actually states that you need to dress well even if you're jogging... which I highly doubt you do. You don't seem like the type that responsibly sticks to a routine. You don't even look responsible."

I remain silent, looking away. Am I seriously going to have to live with this guy for a month? If he weren't here, living in Nottinsburgh wouldn't have been so un-enjoyable.

"Learn those by tomorrow-"

"What?!" I shriek, my green eyes widening in surprise. "How- I-"

"Do not interrupt the Crown Prince while he's speaking. What kind of rude future Crown Princess are you?" Ian asks, clearly enjoying his position.

I sigh. "I'm not-"

"Even if it's not real, the deal was that you had to act like one," he interrupts. Smoothing down his button-down shirt, he stands up. "I should also inform you that your princess training starts tomorrow after school. The wonderful, lively, and humble Queen Isabel will be your teacher."

He quips the last statement with sarcasm, before strolling out of my room.

After he closes the door behind him, I slump my shoulders back on the chair. Queen Isabel, teaching me how to become a proper lady?

"Augh... how am I supposed to keep living after this?!" I ask myself out loud, looking up at the high ceiling. I cannot even come to think up of a reason why Aunt Beatrice would think this is fun. If she liked it so much, they should've just sent her instead.

The door opens once more, and Ian pops his head in. "Actually, I did not get to my favorite part while reading you the rules." He walks in with great air, and heads over to a beautiful, antique, wooden closet. Cheekily smiling at me, he opens the door.

My eyes widen at the huge amount of books that are stored inside. They all look so beautiful with the vintage covers. In gold, the names of each book state what each is about: History of Nottinsburgh, The Independence of Greensmoor, The Discovery of Greensmoor...

To my disappointment, none of the titles read something interesting.

"You'll be quizzed on each book every two days. I'd suggest you start off by reading information on our country's discovery," he explains, turning to smirk at me. "Which, of course, will be easy if you paid attention in class when this was taught."

I didn't.

"Unless you were doodling or something of the sort, which I'm sure you wouldn't be doing on your favorite class: History!" Ian announces, his tone oozing with sarcasm.

I hate History, and by his tone of voice, he knows it.

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Good-bye," he says in a final tone, before leaving once again.

As soon as he leaves, I turn to face the books with distaste. Maybe there's one on Art History? That'd be interesting, in comparison to all the other books.

I begin to sort through them, trying to find one I can find interesting.

And, suddenly, the door opens.

"I'm looking for a book to read, Ian- I mean, Crown Prince-"

"Why are you calling me by that jerk's name?!"

With eyes wide, I turn to find my brother, standing by the doorway, with Hamilton next to him.

There was one reviewer that suggested Dan sneak into the palace. If you're reading this, please tell me! I cannot find your review, and I sorted through every single one of them.

I'll try to update tomorrow!

And yes, Amy hates History in this. She will grow to love it, don't worry IC-lovers.

See ya next update!

P.S. No song for this chapter, I know. I'll put one up starting from the next one.