The Truth Slips Out

Kiss finally learns secrets she never knew, but will that be the end of her or help to make her more powerful?

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I pulled the blanket up a little higher to cover my bare chest. I rolled over onto my side, and looked at my sleeping fiancé- fiancé was definitely going to take some getting used to, but in a good way, like how you need to get used to a new car- unable to believe that last night actually happened. It started off with me almost ending things with us, then Drew made my heart stop with a proposal, then we showed our love to each other in the most magical way possible. It was something straight out of a fairytale. The princess marries the prince after almost never getting to see him again.

I started to slowly trace Drew’s lips with my finger remembering all the kisses that still lingered, all the precious moments we shared. My hand moved from his mouth to his arm remembering the way they wrapped tightly around me as I fell into a deep peaceful sleep. Next was his back, thinking of the way I placed my hands onto it. I couldn’t have imagined that even Cinderella felt this amazing with Prince Charming. This feeling was indescribable, and I was so drunk with this feeling. No one in history has ever felt like this before, not Juliet, or Mr. Darcy, not even Hazel Grace. There was only one logical way to even barely describe this feeling- love.

Drew started to stir, and I pulled my hand back not wanting to wake him since he had to work later. “Good morning, beautiful,” he breathed tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked cuddling up to him more.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah, that was the best sleep I’ve had in weeks,” I said honestly.

“Are you okay, about last night, I mean?”

“Yeah, I mean, I feel amazing, Drew, physically and mentally. I’ve never felt like this before, and I hope this feeling never has to stop. How ‘bout you?”

“Last night was amazing, and definitely the best night of my entire life. After all, I made you my fiancé,” he said kissing me over and over again.

“Baby, I would love to keep this going, but I really have to pee,” I said pulling away. Drew let out a loud laugh, and that only made me have to go even more. I hurried over to Drew’s closet grabbed a bra and panties out of my bag and then a long sleeved dark blue shirt out of his closet and put it on faster than the cars on NASCAR.

His shirt went mid thigh on me, so I didn’t bother to put pants on. I practically ran out of the room still listening to Drew bellowing from his room. I did my business, and then went to go get some coffee. I didn’t need woken up any more, this feeling had me plenty awake, but mostly I just liked the taste of coffee loaded with sugar and creamer.

I went the kitchen, and saw Megan already working on making some coffee. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked looking at me.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep. What time is it?”

“Almost seven,” she answered putting water in the coffee pot.

“Why are you up so early then?”

“I like to be awake when Chase gets off work,” she said referring to her newly wed husband.

It was hard to believe that Megan was only four years older than Drew and six years older than me. She was married, had a successful husband, she had a good job as an accountant, and they were working on fixing up a house for them to move into. When they move in she thought about becoming a beautician.  She also had the stress of recently finding out that she was barren, and unable to have children. Adoption was out of the question until she gets her own home.

Physically, though, she looked much younger than what she actually was. Instead of looking twenty-two she looked sixteen. Her hair was the same dark shade as Drew’s, but it was just past her shoulders, and layered. She had a petite frame; her eyes were a caramel brown. She had the energy of a cheerleader at a pep rally.

“Morning, sis,” Drew said sitting next to me on the couch that Megan and I ventured to while waiting for our caffeinated drink.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” she commented in a teasing voice.

“A very good mood,” he said.

“Why’s that?” she asked, but by the look on her face she already knew.

“Last night was just a really good night,” he said simply. Thank God he didn’t go bragging, that’s the last thing I want, my fiancés sister hearing about every intimate detail of our lives.

“Yeah, it sounded like that ‘good night’ went into the early morning too,” she laughed. Drew gave a deep chuckle, but I had been horrified. “Just don’t let mom know, the last thing you want is her walking in on you two, she walked in on me and Chase one time before we were married, and made both of us go to Confession, it was so awkward, especially since Chase wasn’t even Catholic. She wouldn’t even let us sit by each other on the couch until we went to Confession.”

“It’s not like mom will have any way of knowing,” Drew said matter-of-factly.

“Right, she won’t have any evidence if you both shower, do your laundry, hope she was asleep because I heard everything, and cover up the hickey on Kriss’ neck.” She said.

“What?” I squeaked.

Drew moved my hair away from my neck, and bit his lip to suppress a grin.

“You gave me a hickey?” I asked.

“Sorry, babe,” he chuckled, but now thanks to you I have to wear a shirt around the house you scratched up my back so much.”

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, why did Drew have to be so comfortable talking about everything?

“I hate you both so much,” I said moving my hair back to its place to cover my neck.

“Why do you hate them?” Sally asked walking into the room.

“Because they both are mean to me,” I said embarrassed earning a fit of laughs from Megan, and a grin from Drew. “Oh, hush,” I said, “I’m going to go get a shower, and get dressed for work.”

I walked down the hallway making sure to keep the purple mark on my neck covered as I passed Sally. I took a quick shower using Drew’s body wash and shampoo, it smelled amazing, but not exactly like him. I turned off the shower, and realized that I forgot to grab a towel and clothes. Yelling for Drew probably wouldn’t be my best option in this case. Megan would tease me about it forever, and Sally wouldn’t want her son in the bathroom with a naked girl, so I yelled Megan’s name, and hid behind the shower door.

“What?” she asked peeking her head into the bathroom.

“I forgot a towel, and clothes,” I said.

“I’ll grab you my robe, but come to my room. Your getting prepped for a date, Drew said he wants to take you out before he goes to work, and he talked to your boss and she said that she’s having someone else come in anyway, yesterday she thought of giving you the day off- you looked totally exhausted to her.” Megan left, and returned a minute later holding a silky cheetah print robe. I tied it up, and followed her to her room.

“I can’t just not go to work, I need money,” I said.

“Well, your boss called you in sick, she said you didn’t need to come in, and you could always see if you could pick up extra hours,” she said ignoring my protests.

I hadn’t been in her room in about a year, and everything in there had changed. She had at least a million pictures hung on a corkboard next to her mirror. The walls changed from the purple I remember to a light brown. Chase’s cologne and other belongings were strewn on the dresser and night table. The bed was neatly made, and her room was almost spotless, the exact opposite of Drew’s.

“Okay, so first thing we need to do is get you an outfit,” Megan stated opening the door to her closet, and motioning for me to sit on her bed. She rummaged for a moment, and then she piled four different options on her right arm. She then draped each one onto the dresser so that I could choose which one I liked best.

Option number one was a tight black dress that had long sleeves, but the sleeves hung off the shoulders, and it looked like it only came down to not even mid-thigh.

Option number two was a cute evergreen colored dress that went just below the knees; it had a v-neckline, and had small glittery gold spirals all over it.

Option number number three was a black skirt that had at least three layers to it, it was fringed, and on the left side went to mid-thigh but on the right it went to a couple inches below my knee. She had a light lavender colored strapless shirt to go with it.

“The skirt one,” I said. It was absolutely gorgeous, and it wouldn’t look tacky if I wore a jacket with it.

I dressed, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The purple shirt brought out my light green eyes, and the built in bra made my b***s look so much bigger, although; it was very uncomfortable. The shirt went just below my belly button. The skirt was lightweight, and made of a gorgeous silky material I pulled it up just to the shirt so it didn’t look stupid, but didn’t make it seem like I was trying to hard.

Knock! Knock! “Who is it?” Megan hollered while grabbing various makeup and hair products.

“It’s just me and your brother,” Chase replied through the door.

“Babe, you can come in, Drew isn’t aloud to see her yet. She’s not ready.”

Chase entered the room, and gave a quick kiss to Megan, and said hello to me. We chatted aimlessly about different things while Megan worked on my makeup.

She refused to let me look in a mirror again until she was finished. She grabbed a hair straightener, and set to work at trying to tame my soft curls. “Here, hold this section of hair for me, I think I’m going to try to curl your hair, it just doesn’t look like you when it’s straight,” Megan explained placing a clump of hair in my left hand. She began slowly curling my hair, and when I was told to let go of the hair I was holding she gasped.

“Oh my God!” she shrieked.

“What?” Chase and I asked in unison.

“He asked you to marry him?” she asked taking my ring finger in her hand, and examining the ring. The look on her face was shock, but also pure joy.

“Yeah, last night.” I said remembering everything, all the beautiful words he said, and the tears that were shed both good and bad.

“It’s about time, it’s all he’s talked about for the last week,” Chase laughed.

“Really?” I asked. I thought about Drew almost constantly, but did he really think about me just as much? The thought of marrying me crossed his mind?

“Congrats, you two were made for each other, you guys are seriously perfect,” Megan said finishing my hair. The conversation slowly died, and was replaced by a peaceful quiet sound. When she finished and let me look at myself I was absolutely stunned.

My curls were calmer, and not the little ringlets I had grown accustomed to. It was all down, and covered my shoulders, but she did sprinkle very little silver powder in my hair to make it shine if it caught the light just right. My lips had a pale pink color on them, and I had a gold smoky eye. My eyes really popped out between the purple of my shirt, and the thin black eyeliner surrounding my eyes. My eyelashes looked ten times longer, and were more curled than normal. The hickey on my neck was no longer visible for it had been covered with makeup.

“Thank you,” I said hugging Megan. I felt absolutely gorgeous, and couldn’t ever thank her enough.

“No problem. I have some shoes if you want,” she replied.

“That’d be amazing. All I brought were my sneakers.”

She grabbed a pair of black high-heeled leather boots out of her closet, and I put them on. They easily made me three inches taller, but I still wouldn’t be taller than Drew.

“Okay, now, go get going on your date, and let me and my hubby here get some sleep before your siblings wake up,” Megan said as she shooed me out of the room.

I slowly waltzed down to the living room where I heard Sally and Drew talking, when I entered both of them stopped speaking, and Drew went bug eyed. He held his breath, and I knew my cheeks were flushed at his reaction. Sally’s eyes gathered water in them, and she covered her mouth with her hand. Drew was dressed in black slacks, a white button down dress shirt, with a black tie, and matching jacket. He had his hair still messy, but it was a good look for him.

“You’re beautiful, Kriss,” she choked out. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so emotional, it’s just so hard to think you two are growing up, and you look incredible. How did my son get lucky enough to end up with a girl like you?”

“I don’t know, mom, I ask myself that everyday,” Drew said standing and walking toward me (which I was incredibly thankful for because I was no expert at walking in heels).

“You ready to go?” he asked embracing me.

“I need my purse, a jacket, and my phone.”

“It’s on the rack by the front door already, my love.” We said goodbye to Sally, and left.

“Where are we going?” I asked on the drive to our concealed destination.

“Somewhere.”

“Wow, babe,” I giggled. Drew reached his hand across the center counsel and we intertwined our fingers, which sent sparks shooting through me.

“What time do you have to be into work?” I asked.

“Four, and I’m working until ten, maybe a little later. My boss needs us to get this project done, so we have to work the late shifts now to meet our deadline, so I’ll be working everyday for the next few weeks,” he replied. He hated his job, but he couldn’t just quit He had to help his mom, but now we also had a future wedding to plan.

“Can I ask you a random question?” I asked.

“You just did, but go ahead.”

“What do you think our wedding will be like?” I asked blushingly.

Drew laughed, but replied, “when we were younger you said you wanted a really long white dress, and wanted to have pink flowers, you wanted it to be at a big church with horse carriages, you wanted ten bridesmaids, and you wanted those birds where everyone throws rice when we walk out of the church,” he said.

It was true; I did say all that when I was nine years old. I wasn’t talking about Drew and me though; I was just talking about my wedding with any guy. The fact that I’m marrying my best friend just makes it a million times better. I was in shock that he actually remembered everything I said then it brought happy tears to my eyes knowing that he did pay attention to me, even then.

“So, does that sound about right for what our wedding will be like?” He asked.

“Well, I still want a white gown; but probably black, red, and white roses, I think I want our wedding in the country somewhere with just our family and friends, and I outgrew the whole ‘dove’ thing forever ago,” I explained picturing the scene.

I’d be wearing a flowing white gown, Drew would wear a black tux, Mia would stumble down the aisle throwing petals as she went, Jake would carry the rings on a silk pillow, Drew’s best friend Cole would be the best man, and I don’t know who I would have as my bridesmaid yet, probably my friend Savannah. Our parents would be sitting in the front row, our mom’s would have watery eyes, and my dad would give me away. Drew’s dad and stepmom would be happy, but wouldn’t show it much. We’d say our rehearsed vows as the sun set. The whole thing was perfect.

The car came to a stop outside of a fancy restaurant called “A Touch of Paris” the food was all French and Italian, there was a live band everyday, and it was very chic from what I’d heard. “Drew, I’ve always wanted to go here,” I said as he opened my door for me.

“I know, I managed to get us a reservation, so here we are.”

We walked up to the brick building; the light snow was shining against the brass light poles. The sidewalk was made up of bricks, and looked very elegant. The doors on the building were oak, and had sanded windows. We walked into the building, and the scent of breadsticks flooded my nose.

Drew gave the waiter our reservation name, and led us to our table. It was near the corner of the restaurant where a fireplace flickered, and there was a small diamond chandelier just overhead. In each corner of the room- I noticed- there was a chandelier and in the center of the dining room there was a larger one.  There was a white tablecloth covering the wooden table, the chairs were dark wood, and so was the floor. Drew pulled my chair out for me, and then went to his seat. The waiter introduced himself as Henry. He was a couple inches taller than me- without me in heels- had blonde hair, and looked to be in his mid thirties, his face was cleanly shaved, and he was wearing the same thing as all the other waiters. Black pants, with a powder blue shirt, and white tie. He took our drink orders, handed us each a menu, then left.

“This is amazing, Drew, thank you,” I said.

“No problem, baby girl.” We each studied our menus, Drew decided on shrimp scampi, and I ordered chicken alfredo.

Henry brought us our food, and refilled my sweet tea. I bit into the steaming chicken and noodles and was sent to Heaven. That dish was absolutely amazing. Drew dug into his shrimp, and offered me a bite, but I politely declined since I hated all seafood but fish sticks. We had both just finished our meals when a couple approached our table.

“Pardon me, Miss,” the woman said in a beautiful, yet unfamiliar accent. It sounded almost British, but not exactly.

“Yes?” I questioned unsure of these people.

“I’m sorry, but, are you at all of relation to the royal family of Aristole?” she asked, and the man with her was looking at his phone, then looked at me and looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Um, no,” I said slowly.

“Are you sure? You look exactly like Her Majesty,” she pressed. The man handed her the phone, which she handed me. I looked at the photograph of a man with a woman holding a baby.

She had my curly blonde hair, the same green eyes as me, but the man had my nose. On the infant I could just see a birthmark under her dress shaped like a heart on her left ankle. I had a birthmark on my left ankle of a heart. I handed the phone to Drew so he could see what the entire ruckus was about.

“What happened to this princess?” I asked feeling light headed.

“The king’s brother went to the kingdom fifteen years ago. He gave up his crown to be with an American, he changed his name so he couldn’t ever be found. Anyways, he came back to Aristole after the princess was born and she apparently snuck into his luggage, but I personally think he took her for money. She would be sixteen now, but she’d be turning seventeen in May.”

Drew handed the woman back her phone, and looked at me, his face was ghostly white, and he looked confused about everything.

“I have a question,” I said.

“Go ahead, dear,” the woman urged.

“What’s this princess name?”

“It’s a beautiful name. It’s Kristinna Dawn Maria James,” the woman said looking at me in awe.

Tears rose to my eyes, it’s just a name it doesn’t mean anything.

“Would you mind if I took your photo? I just- I think the royal family would like to see you?”

“I’m not the princess. I’m Kristinna Dawn Maria Miller. I’m an American,” I said squeezing my eyes shut to hold in the tears.

“May I ask you something?” the man said.

“Fine,” I replied.

“Your allergic to peach, aren’t you?”

How did this man know that about me? “Yeah, so?”

“The queen is allergic to peach as was every other woman in her family line.

I couldn’t take anymore. I stood, and brushed past the couple to the ladies’ room. Drew called after me, but I didn’t stop. I walked in, and locked myself in the first stall. I let the tears fall, and ruin my makeup.

I couldn’t be a princess. I like lounging around in sweatpants, having messy hair, laughing to loud at dumb jokes, and eating sweets. Then again, I did look strikingly similar to the woman in the photograph. I didn’t look much like my parents; I had the same nose as my dad, but not his light brown hair. I didn’t have mom’s brown eyes, or her ash colored hair, I didn’t have her pale complexion, or dad’s freckled skin. It all made sense, but why? Why would they lie to me? How could I be adopted?

My phone started to ring from inside my purse, and I would’ve ignored it, but it could’ve been Sally calling about the kids.

“Hello?” I asked trying to calm my voice.

“Kriss, can you come home. Your father and I need to talk to you,” my mom said calmly.

“Mom? Can I ask you something?” I asked crying again.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Is it Drew?” she asked concerned. This was the most attention my mother had given me in months.

“Who am I?” I begged.

“What do you mean, Kriss?”

“Who am I?” I asked louder.

“Your you,” she replied. “You’re a beautiful teenager that your father and I have loved and raised. You’re my baby girl.”

“Okay, I have another question,” I said taking a deep breath not truly knowing if I really wanted to know the answer to what I was about to ask. “Who is Kristinna Dawn Maria James?” I asked knowing that there was no turning back now. I heard her gasp on the line, but she quickly responded.

“I don’t know whom you’re talking about,” she lied.

“A couple from Aristole talked to me today.”

“Kriss, just please come home, your father and I need to talk to you.”

“I want answers!” I shouted.

“Come home.”

With that the line went dead, and I sobbed there in the dirty bathroom stall. All the stress of everything finally collapsed onto me. I finally regained my composure, and checked the time on my phone. 1:26pm Drew had to be into work in less than three hours, and he still needed time to drive home, change clothes, and drive to work. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and dabbed at my red, puffy eyes to get rid of the smeared circles under my eyes. I took a deep breath, and went to the table where Drew and I had been seated, but no one was there. I then went to check the lobby, but no luck. I finally just walked outside into the parking lot were Drew’s car was still parked, and he was talking with the Aristole couple next to his car.

I slowly walked over to him, and he put an around me. “I’m sorry for upsetting you,” the woman said looking ashamed.

“It’s alright, I was just shocked,” I said.

“Well, thank you for your time,” she said then she and the man started walking toward their car.

“Are you alright?” Drew asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m just confused. Do you think I could actually be the princess?”

He studied my face for a minute, “do you want my honest answer?”

“Of course,” I breathed knowing that him asking that couldn’t have been a good sign.

“All the signs point to it, Kriss. The same name, the couple said you share a birthday with her, the birthmark, the similarities between you and the queen. It all makes sense, there are no newborn photos of you, it just all adds up...” He said looking at me.

I willed myself not to cry. I just nodded then went to go in the car. I texted my mom and asked her to pick up the kids from Drew’s house, and she said she would.

“Could you just drop me off at my place?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said sadly. This date had turned out nothing like I wanted it to, everything was all just fine until that couple showed up and got in my business. They couldn’t just leave it alone. We turned onto my street, and Drew pulled into my driveway. I grabbed the door handle, but felt Drew grab my arm. I turned to face him, and he pressed his mouth hard against mine, “I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” I replied, then got out, and made my way up to the house. I turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open. My family was all sitting in the living room watching a movie. Everything was so quite; it was almost scary. We hadn’t had a family movie night since I was in middle school. Did mom and dad finally work out there issues? After they noticed that I came in my mom looked at my dad, and they both got up.

They led me to their bedroom, and sat me down on the bed. I felt like a small child about to be punished for reaching into the cookie jar at grandma’s house. My heart was racing, and my breath caught in my throat.

“We’ve already told Jake this, so now it’s your turn,” started my dad. He and I had always been closer than mom and me until they started fighting, then I leaned on my mom a little more.

“Your father and I have decided that it’s best for you kids if we got a divorce, or at least split up for awhile. We love you guys, but we just don’t get along anymore,” my mom finished. I wasn’t to shocked, but it still hit like a bullet. I pulled my legs to my chest, and would’ve cried, but all my tears had dried. “Now we need to talk about our phone call,” she said not giving me any time to react to the news that they wouldn’t be living together anymore.

“Hold on a second, Laura,” Dad said to my mom calmly. “Jen, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just have so many questions,” I said weakly.

“Like what?”

“How’s Christmas going to work? Where will we live? Who will me, Jake, and Mia live with?”

“We’ll talk about all that later, but for now can we talk about the phone call we had earlier?” my mom asked rhetorically.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Honey, you need to know before we reveal what we’re about to is that we love you. Everything we’ve ever done was for you, and for what we thought was best for you.”

“I know,” I choked. Mom hadn’t told me she loved me since the fights started.

She got in the closet, and brought out a small square box about half the length of a shoebox. It was made entirely out of wood, and had my name written in fancy, gold calligraphy on the top. My mom sat down on the bed next to me, and my dad pulled the computer chair across from me, and sat down there. My mom unlatched the small clasp on the box and opened it. She pulled out a small emerald green baby dress. It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen in my life. She handed it to me, and grabbed out the next thing. It was a tiny tiara, but it sparkled more than the stars. It looked like it would fit my head today, but there were only three diamonds in it, and had beautiful curvy lines made of silver that all came to a point in the center. Next, was a small photograph.

I took the picture from her, and studied it. The man and woman from the other photo were in this one as well, and so was the baby. The woman had on a green dress that went down to her knees, and the sleeves were three quarters length. She had her hair in an elegant bun, and had a green and gold tiara on. The man had a black tuxedo on, and was wearing a gold crown. There was also a boy in this particular picture, he looked like he was about one, and he was wearing a tiny black tuxedo much like the man’s. He wasn’t wearing any crown, and neither was the infant.

“These are my parents?” I asked.

“We’re your parents, Kriss,” said my mother.

“These are the people who gave birth to you, if that’s what you mean,” said my adoptive dad.

“So how did I end up here?” I needed to know the whole truth about who I was and where I came from.

“When I was sixteen I met Laura,” he said motioning to my adoptive mom. “My brother and I were in America to meet with some of the people, only instead of just meeting one. I fell in love. The law in Aristole forbids a royal person to marry anyone that is not also royal. Normally a queen runs the country, and she marries a prince, but since I didn’t have a sister, and my parents didn’t have any other children after my brother. I was to be crowned king at seventeen.

I told my parents that I wanted to marry Laura, and they said no multiple times, so I finally gave up the crown, I gave the right of king to my brother, Richard, he was courting Princess Katherine at the time. I gave up the crown, and all ties to the royal family, I changed my name, I moved here, and married her.” He rubbed his temples and groaned.

“A couple years later on the internet I saw an article saying that you had been born, so I took a plane out to stay for a couple weeks. I wanted to meet my first borne niece. While I was there you were adorable, and I hated the fact that you would have to grow up caged in a palace like I did, and that your life was predetermined for you. On the last day I was there your parents threw a garden party, and I saw the opportunity to go make you my own daughter, so I did, I left during the party with you hidden from sight, and when I got back Laura fell in love with you, we went to the hospital, and told them that we just found you, and wanted to adopt you. We kept your name the same, but now I’m thinking we should’ve changed it. Richard called multiple times asking if I knew who took you, and all I could say to him was that I was sure you were safe wherever you were.”

I was lightheaded, and couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I didn’t want you to be forced into a lifestyle you wouldn’t like,” he said.

“Everyone else is, so why should I be any different?”

“Because you’re the future queen if you go back there.”

“You forced me into this lifestyle, though.”

“You have it good here compared to in a palace where you never get to meet real people,” he sounded agitated now.

I needed to meet my real parents, I needed to know what their lives have been like without me, and I needed a chance to find out what my life would’ve been like if he didn’t take it all away from me.

“Where would I go to get in contact with the royal family of Aristole?”

“No!” my AM (adoptive mom) screamed.

“She has that right,” my uncle/AD (adoptive dad) said.

“She’s not an adult yet, she doesn’t have rights.”

“She has the right, because she’s an Aristolian. She would almost be in charge of the country.” He said to his wife, then he looked at me, “now I’ll take you to Aristole, if you promise me one thing,” he bargained.

“It better not be that you want me to promise to come back,” I snapped.

“No, you just need to promise that when I go to trial for kidnapping you, you will pardon me, and send me back here,” he said.

“Fine.”

“What about Drew?” asked my aunt with fresh tears on her cheeks.

That was a good question. How would I tell this to him, how would we make it work when I was in a totally different country? How would we get married if I could only marry royalty? I’m a princess I could just change the law couldn’t I? What about my uncle, could I really just ‘pardon’ him after he kidnapped me, and took away my chance at being a princess. If he didn’t though, I wouldn’t have ever met Drew.

“I don’t know. We’ll work it out,” I said. “We always do.”