Third Person's POV

"Princess Snow, the King wishes your humble presence." "Okay. I'll come, Rosella." The Princess and the maid made their way to the throne room. "Ah, my beautiful daughter. Get out of here, servent." "Father!" "Sorry, dear. Please." "Yes, your highness. When shall I come back?" "When I tell you to. Now, to da loo." Rosella bowed before the King and his dear little Princess and exited the room. "Snow, I'm sending you away." Snow's eyes where as large as saucers. "B-but this is my home, Father!" "I know, I know dear." She trembled before she spoke. "W-where are you sending me to?" "America!" King George exclaimed. "To spy on those traitors. You my darling, are going to be my prize." "F-Father!" "Yes, dear?" "I-I don't want to go!" Snow cried out. "I want to stay here at my home!" She cried as she ran to the door exiting the room. "I-I don't want to stay here anymore..." The King grinned. "That's nice dear."

Time skip brought to you by Thomas Jefferson's snobbynis. 

Princess Snow stood at the front of the giant boat with the wind blowing in her face."Princess, do be careful. If we hit a wave you'll go flying off!" Snow giggled. "That would be fun wouldn't it! Go swimming. I've never gone before! I wonder how the Americans will treat me. I'm expecting because... my father started the war." "Don't be so sure, Princess. I've made arrangements with the Schylar's. They would be more than welcome to have you." "Where are you going to live, Rosella?" "Me? Oh, I'm going to start a family here. I didn't really like my job. I was born into it. I'm going to quit." Snow started sobbing. "But Rosy, you can't quit! I need you! I don't even know how to tie my own dress!" Rosella looked down. Snow noticed. "Oh. But you are a person, too. And you matter more than my ruddy opinion." Rosella burst into tears. "There's the Princess I know!" 

Rosella and Snow both hugged each other. "I'll miss you, Rosella. Promise you'll send letters?" "I promise Princess."