I have changed this to first person. I hope that no one gets too upset about this but since I started on chapter 1, I realized that this story would work better in first person.
I corrected some of the grammatical errors but there are probably more. I know you guys won’t hesitant to point them out to me.
I think that overall, it’s better than what it was but it’s still far from perfect so go ahead and rip it apart as usual.
Prologue
He didn’t look anything like I expected.
Mother had told me my trainer would be arriving today, but this guy was nothing like what I had in mind.
He was at least six feet tall and pretty muscled under his T-shirt. He wore dark jeans that were just a little too tight for the style around here. His dark hair was falling messily to his shoulders and across his forehead. Probably from illegally riding his motorcycle without a helmet. He was standing in the driveway with a smile that put crinkles around his emerald green eyes and his arms stretched out in a “here-I-am” gesture. Nothing like the uptight man that I though would be screaming directions at me for the next couple of months.
I walked out the door to greet him.
He approached me with his hand out.
“Hello,” he said as I took his hand and shook it without meeting his eyes. “My name is Thomas Ford. I’m going to be your trainer for the next few weeks.”
“Great. I’m Emily Saunders,” I said quietly, even though he probably already knew my name. Everyone who was apart of our world knew who I was. Popularity is one of the things that came with being practically royal.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you Ms. Saunders. I’m truly honored to have been chosen to be your trainer,” Thomas said with an air of someone addressing their queen.
“Please don’t talk like that Thomas,” I said looking into his face. “You are going to be living here and helping me. I don’t think I can take all the formalities.” Besides, I would feel more comfortable if I could think of him as a friend instead of someone who was being paid to train me. “Why don’t you come inside and rest for a while? I hear you had a long journey over here.”
We both turned toward the 76 room mansion I was temporarily calling “home”. It sat half a mile back in the woods of Montana. This made it harder for a human to wander pass it. They usually got suspicious of strangers who had a lot of money.
I had been living in my own apartment in the city. Nothing spectacular, just a simple, one-bedroom apartment. I had had to fight with my mother to convince her that I would be safe there. To everyone who knew me, I was just Emily Saunders. Not princess of the shape shifters like I was here.
I would have been totally content to live my life out there and let someone else have the throne. Until I found out who that someone else would be.
Right now, my mother and father were kind and queen. My family had been ruling for the past four hundred years. I was the heir to the throne but the throne was soon to be challenged the Tallis family. They were a selfish, ruthless group of people who should not have any rights over the rest of us shape shifters. It was now my job to keep them from gaining any power. So at nineteen years old, I would be learning how to fight for my life.
But before that day came, I had a thing or two to learn about fighting and this tall, laid-back guy walking beside me was going to help me.
I led Thomas through the mansion to the kitchen. Every room we walked through was very ornately decorated. Elegant chandeliers, polished furniture. I tried to ignore it all.
“So can I get you anything?” I asked politely when we finally reached the kitchen.
“I thought we weren’t going to do all the formalities,” he answered with a laugh.
After laughing with him I said, “We’re not. I’m just trying to be nice.” Maybe this training thing wouldn’t be so bad if I could just be positive about it.
“Right. Well,” I started to say but then I realized something. “Where’s your luggage? I thought you were staying here.”
“I am,” he said simply. He started to say something else but then he stopped.
“Well?” I prompted.
“Well,” he repeated, “the council is having someone bring my luggage. They should actually be here soon.” He held out his wrist to glance at the expensive-looking watch.
I looked up at him questioningly. He just stared back so I asked, “Why didn’t you bring your own luggage?” But then I answered my own question. “Because you rode a motorcycle.”
“Yeah, and because every since I volunteered to be your trainer, the council has been treating me like a prince. They offered to bring my luggage for me and I thought it would be rude to refuse.” He said this with the same smile that he had when he first arrived.
I shook my head and smiled to myself as I offered to show him which room he would be staying in.
I like this as a beginning, I haven't read anything on shape shifters and it sounds like a good storyline 
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