PRINCE CORNELL
"Your Highness please wake up, Queen Beatrice has called."
I opened one eye and looked at my main Valet. Seriously, I was fucking tired, as if I had run a marathon. This idiot was waking me up and getting on my last nerves. I rolled away and came face to face with my mistress, Miss Emma Scott. I squinted against the instant headache. I must have really been drunk last night, I thought because, she never in the whole year we had been together slept with me all night and in my room. Clearly he was falling off, or that bitch was being sneaky.
Emma knew what was coming. I wouldn't put it past her to fake a pregnancy, to keep me. IN the event of something like that, I'd be keeping the baby and she would be gone. If she thought she had a chance, she was sadly mistaken. I jumped quickly out of bed, fully aware of Devin's amused smile.
"What are you smirking at Devin," I demanded?
"Nothing at all in particular, your highness," but the smile stayed and I couldn't help but smile as well.
"Would you get rid of Miss Scott when I leave out of here." I requested, walking into my dressing room. Looking at my body, I noticed a few scratches on my arms and back. Emma was being conniving. She had never marked me. Today, of all days, she decided to. I had half a mind to go drag her from my apartments myself, but that would be bad for the image. I was just going to rub some salve on myself and call it a day.
"Of Course, sir." Devin was totally beaming now.
"What did you want again," I urged again, still partially sleep.
"The Queen called and requested your presence. Apparently the princess has arrived." Devin replied smugly.
"When?" I asked, a little irritated. I didn't like to be woken up, and I didn't like being summoned. It was not in my DNA.
"Yesterday, your highness," Devin spoke professionally and without judgement. Not returning a call from the Queen was frowned upon however, I was a prince and soon to be king, so I was good for it.
"I'm surprised they didn't want me there to welcome the little woman. Oh well, I'm going to bathe. Can you please lay out my evening clothes and get rid of her. Also send a message that I will be around for dinner to the castle." Cornell said, stripping.
Devin nodded and waited patiently for me to walk into his bath before waking up the ever willing Miss Scott. I was really going to miss my nights with her, but I was about to be married, and to some American breed chick. I really hoped she had some home training. The last Americans I met were reckless and so full of themselves.
I wasn't really one to judge, but I had nothing but bad experiences with them. I wondered if she was pretty, probably not. It was my duty to marry her. No matter how she looked, I just hoped she wasn't a wildebeest. At twenty four, I had my fair share of women and to be truthful, I was tired of them throwing themselves at me. Being a prince had its perks, but only for so long. It was getting boring. I craved excitement with a woman, something I had yet to find.
I doubted I would find it with her, Victoria Duval. Even her name implied strictness and discomfort. Surely she has been going to some private school and surely she knew nothing about men. Smiling, I thought about how he would tease her and make her blush. I had been told she was pure and that would make my job a little easier.
I walked out the bathroom and without a word Devin began to dress me. I wondered if she knew we were to be married soon. Maybe that would be my surprise for her. Drop it to her like a bomb and shock her.
"Devin, has anyone got a look at the princess," I asked. Devin always had all the info, it's why I kept him around, beside him knowing the things I liked. Anything I needed to know Devin was always my go-to guy.
"Yes sir, my daughter told me herself that she was exquisite, and my Olivia also told me she was something different, whatever that means, but she sounded so excited." Devin answered promptly.
"Hum mm," I hummed, different could be good. I would just have to see for myself. "Should I send something? What do American women like?" I asked. "Do they like flowers?"
Devin outright laughed, "I imagine an American woman would like the same things as any other woman. If I may say sir, you sound a little worried. Are you nervous?"
Was I nervous? Yes, I was. My future was riding on the acceptance of a stranger that I knew nothing about. This was a bling engagement, and it was set in stone. That was one thing that I was sure of. "Call the royal florist, sent the larges bouquet she can put together."
****
Princess Victoria
I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and four smiling females fussing over her. It was really unnerving. They quickly got me up, had me sitting on the side of my bed and were looking through my clothes for something for me to wear. It was a whirlwind, and I was basically still asleep.
"Where is the fire, what the hell are y'all in a frenzy for." I asked, still tired and kind of pissed. I hated to be rushed.
Last night, we had an awesome sleepover. We played the game, watched some movies and pigged out on as much junk food as Olivia could find. We had even eventually found the liquor and had gotten drunk, and I had found out that the legal drinking age here was eighteen. We had stayed awake until you could see the sun rising and now they were up and moving around the room almost in a panic while I was till seeing double.
"Vickiiii!" Sadie wailed. "Come on, your grandmother will have me demoted if we do not have you up and ready on time." Sadie was a nice girl around my age she was cool to, we had pledged to be besties last night and it seemed she meant it, since she wasn't all 'your highness' today.
"Ready for what?" I asked, working overtime to stay awake.
"Well," Sadie said walking over to the writing desk and picking up a piece of paper there, "At ten you have a fitting for your new clothes, at twelve lunch, at one-thirty you have an appointment with the beautician, and at three you have to attend etiquette training, Then you are free until dinner at which the queen wants you looking your best because the prince is coming to join us."
I flopped back on my bed sighing, so much for rest and relaxation. "Okay," I said, thinking of my grandmother's list of responsibilities I was going to have. "lets get to it."
I jumped up and was ushered into the shower, where I had to warn them not to touch me. I'm a grown ass woman. I think I can handle washing myself. After my shower, I walked to my closet and pulled out a yellow shirt dress, off one shoulder with a black belt slung low across my hips and my black lace leggings. I then stepped into my newest black and yellow snake skin stilettos. I looked fresh to death. Take that Nicki Minaj. They curled my hair and so I put a yellow flower hair clip on one side and did what little makeup I wore on. When I was done, the ladies looked a little distraught and a little worried.
"Look, I don't have any ballroom gowns or no shit like that. I even wore jeans to my prom and graduation, so don't look at me like that. I am not changing. Now how about some breakfast."
They led me to my dinning room and like magic men in red jackets came in with so many trays of food, I wished I could send some to the babies in Haiti, cause I know there is no way we could all eat that. Breakfast was quick, and I talked the girls into having an eating contest and they agreed. These girls seriously had no staying power. I won in under five minutes. Nasha was the only persons who had ever beaten me at eating.
The fitting was a bizarre affair with my designer Isabella, whom I like to call belle was measuring every part of my body while various people came in and out of my dressing room with a bunch of colorful fabrics. It was like a parade.
"I want at least five pairs of jeans Bella, don't stick my with a million dresses," I was saying while being man handled. Bella smiled and nodded. She was French, the one language I didn't know, and she was good by the look of my current ball gown. She didn't speak much because of the language barrier, but she understood me just fine.
Lunch time came, and I decided since it was so nice out, we should have a picnic. So we went outside and ate a nice lunch of chicken and cold pasta, with some kind of rolls. Don't know what kind but they were delicious.
The beautician was horrible. Violet plucked my eyebrows, which hurt like hell, and made me get my feet and nails done, which I don't enjoy doing, cause one bump on something and they hurt like hell. She also waxed my legs and my bikini line, as well as my back and stomach. I was thinking she wanted to remove every piece of hair from my body. Then she applied makeup and artificial lashes to my eyes. The finished product was a more sexy and older looking me but, Jesus, I didn't wanna ever do that again.
Etiquette class was funny. Imagine my curtsying. I learned it really quickly. After all my 'chores' were done, I convinced the girls to walk the grounds with me, and they showed me the stables. the stable boy was fine, really, like Shamore Moore fine. He even had the most beautiful smile. It didn't help that he was shirtless and his muscles were calling to me something awful. Finally, some male company I could get down with. He bowed and introduced himself as Hayden. Even his voice was off the chain, deep and calming. I missed half of what he said, because I was checking him out.
"So can I ride any horse in here?" I asked, as if I knew what I was doing. I like horses they were cute, but I had never been on one in my life, aside from the pony rides at birthday parties.
"I'll do you one better how about you pick one for yourself. It will be only yours," He said, bowing again. That damn bowing.
While the thought of riding a hundred pound animal was not appealing, his excitement was contagious, so I agreed. I looked around until I came to a stall with an all black horse. This horse looked mad as hell, but when I reached out to pet it, it stood calmly and let me.
"I want this one," I said.
"Sure, My Lady," He said, grinning his lil sexy grin. "Would you like to ride her."
"Oh no, I don't really know how." I said, stepping back.
"I can teach you," he said. "I'm the best trainer in LaCresha."
"I'd really appreciate it," I said, walking away. Man, he was way too cute, and now I had a horse, of my very own.
On the way back up to the house, I notice more men walking towards us. The girls fell behind a bit, but I can hear them whispering to each other. "Whispering is rude ladies," I said, annoyed, and they stopped and caught up with me.
The tall man had stopped and was staring at me, really hard. I mean, it wasn't even a halfway stare, it was a full on, I see you stare. So I stepped closer and decided that whatever they were putting in the water here was healthy as hell. He was even more handsome that Hayden. Twice as tall, with dark midnight black hair, his skin was tanned to healthy golden complexion. His eyes so deep were an amazing shade of baby blue with hints of green. He looked absolutely mythical, and he was still staring at me.
I walked closer to him and when I should have passed him I stopped on the side of him, stood on my tiptoes and said, "Like what you see big boy.... take a picture it will last a lot longer." Then I did something reckless I kissed his cheek and walked away.
At the entrance to the palace, there stood another man, very similar to the one I just passed. Well, it looked like they were twins. He smiled and bowed and once he was eye level again, I winked. I looked back to smexy number one. He was still in the same spot and he looked shocked. Smiling, I continued on about my business.
*****
Prince Cornell
I stood there smelling her scent, and wishing we were really alone. When she walked pass her ladies followed behind blushing and whispering. That was the princess? She sure didn't look the part. That shirt she had on was a scandal and the lace stockings were shameful. The shoes they were a sin all by themselves. She was like a walking turn on. With her beautiful skin, and hair itching to be touched surrounding that angelic face and those eyes, the unusual deep brown baby doll eyes had me wanting another look.
Princess Victoria was definitely not shy. She had walked right up to me and, even in front of the ladies, had dared me to keep looking, and then she had kissed me. If I weren't so surprised, I'd have grabbed her and kissed her properly until that cheeky smile was gone from her face and she was just as turned on as I was at the moment.
It had been such a long time since I had been so turned on by a lady and she had barely touched me. I had been worried, I thought, laughing, and shook my head. Boring was the last thing I would be with her. She seemed so exciting and different, but perhaps she would need some taming. She was basically a married woman, and she had kissed me, not even knowing who I was.
"Did you see the princess?" my brother Jeremiah said, coming behind me.
"Yes, but she didn't know who I was," I said, puzzled. She could not have known. She didn't curtsy or show any respect at all.
"Bro, she is really something else," he said, "I mean really, she was knocking on all my doors, hot as hell"
"Miah?" I said, still looking in the direction she went. My brother was killing my vibe. I was seriously debating going after her and introducing myself.
"What?" Jeremiah asked, lost.
"Shut up, that's my future wife you talking about." I growled through clenched teeth. If my dumb ass of a brother thought she was hot, I could only imagine what everyone else was thinking. Possessiveness was running rampant in my veins and I didn't like it. She didn't even know me, for god's sake.
"My bad bro," Miah was saying hand up in a surrender motion, "but really, you're going to have your hands full with that one. She winked at me."
So his my American beauty was a flirt. Well, two could play that game.