Mystery girl's POV 

I gasped and ran hurriedly towards the prince, unable to catch him just as he collapsed. 

"What should I do?" I panicked. I wasn't supposed to even be on palace grounds! Not when my mother, sister, and I should be at home! 

I looked around and decided to ask for help, despite being caught and in even more trouble. I stood up and rushed around the gardens looking for a gardener or someone to help me. I found someone pretty quick. 

"You are not allowed on these grounds," a servant said to me, grabbing my arm. 

"Wait! Please! I saw the prince collapse in the gardens! You have to believe me!" I yelled, my eyes wide and scared. 

"Why should I believe you?" the servant hardened his look and held me even more tightly. 

"Okay, I know my family and I have a bad impression, but I'm not liar!" I protested. "Please! He's right over there!" 

(Author-chan here. Any guesses for who this girl might be?) 

After relenting, the servant went to go investigate with me at his heels, and in no time, the prince was back in his room, and the doctor came to check him over. 

"He'll be fine. He probably just went down a bad memory lane," the doctor said, packing his things. I stood in the corner nervously, watching everything going on when the servant who had grabbed me earlier came over to me. 

"I deeply apologize for my actions and words against you," he said firmly, giving me a bow. 

"No, no!" I said, smiling assuredly. "I understand your actions and reasons. I would have done the same if I were in your place." 

"Thank you, Lady Anastasia," he said, relieved. "Her majesty, however, has caught hold of the word that you are here, and would like to speak to you privately." 

"U-um...okay..." I was extremly nervous now. "Could you lead me there? To where she is?" 

"Certainly. Right over here." I reluctantly followed the servant out of Prince Edward's room and into the halls. The servant finally stopped at the tall doors to a living room, or some grand place for talking to guests. "Your majesty? Miss Anastasia is here." 

"Come in." The servant pushed open the heavy doors and let me walk through. I stopped to make a low curtesy as the servant left quickly. The queen looked at me with a certain level sternness and an authoritative air about her. "Miss Anastasia. Come and sit." 

I walked towards her cautiously, almost scared that she would yell for soldiers to come throw me in prison. I was scared of being confined more than anything. 

Thankfully, she didn't when I got in about ten feet away from her. 

Only, something bad happened. 

Or call it embarrassing. 

Just as I came in five feet of the queen, I tripped over my feet and fell forward, right into the couch next to me across from the queen. It was really awkward with my legs in the air and the skirt of my dress in a huge mess.