HER blood is purple. Royal as what they like to call it. Maids line up to dress her, feed her and take good care of her. At least that's what she has in mind. A fantasy of Traze.

In reality, she is probably the most meagre girl in the richest country in the world – New Humpshire. She works her butt off at a pub as a server during the night and she's not ashamed of it. And tonight, she is pulling an all-nighter because summer is about to end and she only has a year left to save up for uni.

Yes, Traze isn't rich. Her mum works as one of the Royal Servants for the Royal Family, with Queen Alejandra II and King Connor ruling the country. What she likes the most about her mum's job is that she can go to the Harrington Palace sometimes to visit her and dream of being a Princess marrying the Prince.

She won't deny the fact that she's been fantasizing over the second Prince for a year now. She often sees him during his tv appearances doing charity events or attending summits. She hasn't talked to him yet or seen him in person, but she knows the Prince is kind and nice and really really, sexy and gorgeous.

"So, Patricia Zenith Collins, have you bought anything fancy to wear on Sunday?" someone asks from behind her, interrupting her thoughts.

When she turns around, she sees a girl with a short bob-cut hair, grinning at her like a maniac. "God, Izzy! Can you stop disrupting my fantasy?" Traze says, pretending to be irritated, but soon breaks into laughter.

Her bestfriend, Iris (or Izzy, as what everyone calls her) is the only person in the world who knows about her admiration for the second Prince. For a year, she has managed to keep this in secrecy with her. "Come on, Traze! I may not know about those girly stuffs but I do know for sure, the Prince won't notice you if you just wear your plain old sweater."

Traze snorts. "Yeah. That's exactly what I'm going for. I don't want him to notice me."

Izzy brushes her hair and pats Traze on the back. "You know bun, I feel sorry for your unrequited love for him."

Traze shots her a glare. "Thanks, bun. I needed that."

"But I'm serious, Traze. Everyone thinks you're a lesbo. It's time for you to do something about it." Izzy is right. Her bestfriend is a self-confessed lesbian, that is why everyone assumes they have a romantic relationship when they really don't. They got tired explaining to people, hence they just let them think what they want to. They won't listen anyway.

"Do something like what?" Traze asks, continuing to wipe the tables.

"Like buy a dress to impress His Royal Highness."

"I'm saving up for more important things."

Izzy holds her hands up high. "Aight. I give up. But don't say I didn't advise you."

"What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have a gig tonight?"

"None. It got cancelled. Unfortunately."

Lotus. That's Izzy's band name where she plays the drums. They have been playing for underground pubs for a year now, but they never got any farther than that; even though Traze really thinks the band deserves more recognition for their music than what they're actually getting.

When Izzy finally leaves, Traze finishes fixing the tables and chairs. She places her uniform back inside the locker and says goodbye to the other servers still present at the pub. After that, she immediately makes her way out. She's excited to go home since she'll be seeing her mum again. It's a weekend after all.

As she steps out of the door, a guy wearing a gray hooded jacket blocks her way. The alley outside is already dark and the streetlights right infront of the pub aren't working so she can't really see the guy's face, but she's sure he's smashed. With the little distance they have now, she can actually smell him and he clearly reeks of alcohol.

"Hey luv!" His lips twitch on the corners of his mouth, smirking at her. Her initial reaction is to shove him away, but he suddenly places his hand over her shoulder. "Can I take you home?"

"What?" she exclaims out loud, not because she didn't hear him, but because this lad is already driving her nuts.

He chuckles at her. If he isn't messed up right now, she'll probably think he's charming with his captivating smile, showing his perfect set of white teeth. But then again, she's not into drunkards. "I mean, can you take me home?" he corrects himself, still smiling.

This lad's mental. She frowns in annoyance, and when she tries to move away from him, the guy pukes right at her, staining her clothes. "What the!" She pushes him away, causing him to fall on the ground. Now she smells awful than ever.

The guy tries to stand up, but since he's unstable, he falls on his butt again. He just chuckles, as he sits on the ground, looking up at her.

Why do I have to deal with this lad? She thinks to herself. Still, a pang of guilt reigns over her. "Ugh! Dammit!" She moves towards him again and helps him stand up. She's already used to drunkards like him from the pub, but this is the first time someone actually threw up at her.

When a cab suddenly stops near the pub, she calls out to the driver and asks for help to carry the guy inside the cab. "Please take him home, sir," she instructs to the driver, when they finally set the guy inside. "Where do you live?" She turns to the hooded guy.

"Just take me to the Eton dorm," he answers, hiccupping.

She gets struck when he suddenly mentions Eton. Eton Academy is the most expensive co-ed boarding school for the royals and elites. So that means he's schoolmates with the Prince.

"Take him to Eton, sir. Thank you." She hands the driver her last bill.

Before the cab speeds away, she manages to hear the guy shout at her. "Thanks, luv."

Such a weird guy!

Since she just spent her last penny for some stranger, she has no option but to walk back to their small flat. Luckily, it's just near the pub. Every weekends, she goes home to see her mum. It's the only time she can visit her because during the weekdays, she's staying with Izzy at her flat since it's nearer to their school, while her mum stays at the servants' quarters in the Palace and does her service for the Queen.

"Mum, I'm home," she says, laying her backpack on the couch. Just the smell of her home makes her feel warm.

"Mum won't be coming home tonight," she hears the voice of a girl coming from the kitchen.

The brunette, young girl walks towards her with her brows shooting up. "Chelsie." Her sister is younger than her for two years and she has always been a pain on her. She doesn't know why but Chelsie's always in rage whenever she tries to talk to her or get close with her. They never got along well, even after their dad died. But no matter how rude her sister is, Traze just tries to understand that maybe she's just undergoing the typical teenage phase.

"What is that smell?" Chelsie asks in disgust.

Traze sniffs herself and almost gags from the awful smell of her shirt. "Sorry. Some guy just..."

"Save it. I don't wanna hear it. What are you doing here anyway? Just stay at Izzy's."

"Chelsie, I'm staying here for the weekend even if mum isn't here."

"Whatever." Chelsie waves her off, proceeding to her room.

"Wait..." she tries to stop her, but she's already gone. "Guess I'll just have to eat alone again."

After changing her clothes, she heads to the kitchen and reheats the leftover food she got from the pub. Her life can be so much easier if not for her sister.

While eating, she opens her phone and finds three messages from Izzy, saying she needs to buy new clothes for the charity event on Sunday. She sighs. As much as she fancies the Prince, she doesn't want to go all out and buy a new dress just for the event. It's a charity event after all. She has been wanting to participate ever since she heard about it. The thought of seeing kids and making them smile warms her heart because somehow, she understands what they're going through. She can't imagine how hard it must be for them with no parents.

Scrolling through her phone, she browses the music store site and checks the guitar she's been eyeing for months now. She's been saving up for this but her money still isn't enough.

She sighs, dropping her phone on the table. I'll just have to wear whatever I have for the event.

A/N: Lo and behold! Finally updated because my sleeping saeng loyalroyale keeps on bugging me about it. (Hope you're happy with this.) Anyway, how did you guys find this first chap so far? I hope it was good somehow. If you have comments or anything you'd like to say, just tell me. I'm excited to write this one (like all the other fics I've done... LOL XD) so I hope you'll support me again on this even if you're not an NCT stan.

Thank you for reading the first chap! More chaps to come soon... ^^ Vote and comment, aight?

Disclaimer: Names of places/events here are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual places/events are purely coincidental.

~neoluv