She waited patiently for Beca to respond. Truthfully, she didn’t see the problem with the way she was acting - it was how she acted on a daily basis, it was what she was used to, after all. The blonde’s head tilted at her first comment, furrowing her brow lightly together. 

Well, Beca did have a point - but she supposed it was all in the same with how royalty acted; she was brought up to be proper, be polite, have manners… which was clear to her now that ‘normal people’ weren’t. Which was okay with her. “Don’t act like a princess…” she repeated, her voice trailing off slightly. “—How do you suppose I do that?”

It was a silly question out loud, though it didn’t seem so silly in her head, but she thought it didn’t hurt to ask.  After all, if she was going to learn to act like a ‘normal person’, she may as well start learning.

Beca looked at the girl, an eyebrow raised. This girl really didn’t know how to act normal did she? Well guess it was up to the brunette to teach this princess all she knows about blending in. This was going to be quite an adventure for the two. 

“Okay well, the first thing, stop being so formal. Normal people aren’t so formal with each other”, she said with a bit of authority in her voice. “If you want to blend in, just act casual. No fancy stuff, no formalities.” 

            ‘  how about you STICK it up your ASS instead  ?  ‘    /    OPEN

A light, casual scoff-laugh came from the princess at the other girl’s words. If it seemed vain, she didn’t intend for that - this was just as new to her as it was to Beca, but she couldn’t help it if it took some time to adjust. 

“And how exactly do you expect me to act?” she asked, although it sounded like a foolish question to ask. But Beca had a point, in order to keep her family and country safe, Rapunzel had to act like someone that she wasn’t.

Beca tried her hardest to keep her sarcasm to a minimum, but of course she really didn’t want to deal with this princess and her, princess-ness. She bit at her tongue a bit as she figured out a proper response. 

“Well for one, a normal person doesn’t act about how to act” she said, though of course it wasn’t a helpful answer. “--- Just don’t act so much like a princess.”

Sharing the bedroom was definitely a foreign concept to the princess, but she was confident that she could do it, and that she’d do it the right way. After all, she was a guest. And if there was anything she’d learned in her princess studies - and duties - it was being a perfect guest. 

But still, she had some learning to do, and she was more than willing ( especially to keep her kingdom and family safe. ) “Oh,” she replied, though, because after all, this was all new to her. “I suppose we can make it work.”

Patience was not something that Beca had much of, though she was going to have to give it a try if she was going to survive this princess invading her space. She had to try her absolute best to help keep this princess safe and hidden.

“Look, if you want this to work, you need to stop acting so much like --- a princess,” she replied with a bit of a sigh. 

“No, I’m not joking.” There was no hesitance in her response, which made it all the more obvious that she wasn’t kidding. Why would she be, anyway? What was happening to her kingdom right now wasn’t a joking matter. 

 She glanced around the room, giving it a once over despite having been sitting there for quite some time already, but now that there was someone to talk to, maybe she could discuss some decor possibilities. But that was a topic for a different time, she decided. “It’s very nice to meet you, Beca,” she replied with a nod of her head, giving her a light smile. 

 She tried to remain as calm as she could, now that she knew the circumstances of the situation: she was here to keep her mother and father safe, to keep her kingdom safe, and to keep herself safe. But she was still a little nervous, which was to be expected.

 "Are you showing me to my room?“

Beca was really irked by the situation, but she knew at this point it wasn’t going to change anything. This girl wasn’t going to go away, but some ounce of her was hoping she wouldn’t be here for too long. She’ll still never understand why her father brought her here of all places. In the meantime she was just going to have to put up with it and try to help her fit in while she stays, however long that is.

“This is your room,” she said, trying her best to hold back some of the sarcasm she was going to fire at the blonde. ‘Her own room, was she for real?’, she thought, wondering if this girl was expecting everything she got in her home country. “We share it, you get one side of the room, I get the other.” 

She was about to respond to her question, being careful on how she chose her words. Maybe Beca didn’t know what her father did for a living, so maybe she’d have to lie. But she was cut off before she was able to respond, and she figured that maybe she did know what her father did for a living. 

After all, he wouldn’t have brought her to his home if she didn’t, right? 

“I suppose you’d rather hear the short version of this story,” she started, standing from where she was sitting. She flattened out the skirt of her dress and clasped her hands together in front of her. “My kingdom’s in trouble, and your father saved me. He told me I’m supposed to stay here for the time being.”  

Lightly, she paused to clear her throat.  “I apologize if I’m intruding.”

Beca took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. “You’re joking right?” she asked, a little ounce of her somehow hoping she wasn’t serious about staying. Of course she probably was going to get the obvious answer that she had to, but she couldn’t help it. 

Why was she sharing her home, with a princess no less?

“Uh huh, well I guess I should tell you that I’m Beca,” a bit of sarcasm in her voice. She was about as pleased about this princess being here as she was about her father leaving for sometimes days at a time on missions. 

It was the day every royal person had been trained for, to some degree. She’d rehearsed the protocol for this at least a couple times a year, just to be safe - but in reality, even with all the practice, it still caused a panic within her and her country. It was every royals nightmare: a dictator coming in unannounced with the idea of taking over despite there already being a king and queen, and a princess. 

She was lucky that one of the guards had come to her before the dictator could, warning her about the unexpected guests arrival and escorting her to her savior, to the man who would take her away from the chaos to keep her safe. Despite asking repeatedly where her parents were, if they were okay - if they were GOING TO BE okay, she was told to hurry. She didn’t even have time to pack, but she wasted no time. 

She was rushed to a helicopter and before she knew it, she was off the ground, watching her home overcome with chaos. It was a long day of travel, but she eventually landed and followed the man, now asking where they were off to. Her questions were met with indirect answers for the time being, she assumed, when she saw the house he was leading her to; when she was let inside, that was when he told her about the protection program, that she was put in witness protection for her own safety while her parents ( and others, she assumed ) negotiated with the newcomer to her land, that she was to stay with him and his daughter for the time being. 

It took a while to process, but she figured it was best for the time being - if they didn’t know where she was, then maybe they won’t do Corona any harm. The man left the room for a while as she sat on the sofa, sitting upright and proper, as a girl around her age walked past her. She was about to greet her, but she guessed that she went unnoticed - which she thought was already a success, given the situation. 

But then she returned and asked her question, and the blonde opened her mouth to speak. “Princess Rapunzel,” she answered, “Are you Beca?”

Beca stood there, baffled as to why this girl was here, in her room. “Yes,” she replied, slightly tilted on the fact her dad brought a princess home. It was normal that her dad rescued princesses and all, but this was a first, bringing them home. “Why are you here?” A brow raised, crossing her arms as she asked. 

“I suppose the real question is, why are you here, in my house, in my room?” She continued before the other girl had a chance to answer. Nothing would prepare her for the answers that she would soon hear. Of course her father was going to hear from her after this conversation is over. 

“–Uh, well, um…”

“I would love directions into town.”

“Well, what are you intending to see?”