I told Andres I would have to think about it. It was such an amazing offer, but am I really worthy of living in el Palacio? I walked in the direction of mi casa and I just went through the facts and fictions.

If I do decide to live in el Palacio, then would I be forced to follow the rules of la familia real? What would Mother and Father think if I went to live there? They weren’t alive anymore, they couldn’t help me figure out.

Andres was waiting for me outside of the gates, he looked up slowly as I approached him.

“¿Has tomado una decisión?” He asked, I felt his worry and curiousity so I took no hesitation.

“Yes, Andres,” I said, “I would be glad to live in el Palacio, but may I ask something?”

“Of course,” He said, trying to hide his happiness.

“What will happen to me? Will I join la familia real?”

“I suppose you will. I refuse to have you a slave,”

“Will I be protected by the men in black?” Suddenly, almost as if they were watching us, a man in black appeared.

“Hola.”