|- For Every Girl Who Thinks She's Met Her Prince-|...Well I Have...Literaly. And He Has A Secret. (Prolouge)

I wake up with a yawn,
I’m still a little tired but I know I have to get up. I look at the clock, it’s a little after one.
I never ever sleep past noon but I’m so tired.
I couldn’t get much sleep last night on account of the fact that the Prince is in the room right next to mine.

I honestly can’t believe that I lost sleep over a guy. He also made my heart beat so fast and made me loose all feeling in my knees.

I shoot up quickly.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask myself. I remember how I acted yesterday and I shudder.

“He probably thinks you’re some love struck fool.” I furrow my brow as I think about it.

“Well no more.” I say as I get out of bed and stand in front of the mirror.

I point at myself. “You are through acting like some sick love struck teenage girl. He’s just a guy. And guys have never had this affect on you before. Next time you see the Prince you’re gonna look him in the eye and make him understand that you don’t think anything of him.”
I smile at myself and nod.

I get in and out of the shower and get myself dressed. I stroll downstairs and begin to wander around.
I am extremely hungry I realize. I look and look until finally I locate the kitchen, and it of course is also enormous.
There’s no one in there so I decide I’m just gonna have to make myself something. I find some eggs and bacon and I begin to
cook.

I look around the kitchen and see a radio. I run over and put it on.

“Oh!” I yell out they’re playing one of my favourite songs, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven.
I go back to the stove and start to sing and dance along to the song. I finish cooking and Iput my food on a plate.
I clean up and dance over to the fridge to get some orange juice. I’m having so much fun that I cant help but to start laughing too.
Once I have everything I need a start to turn to head into the dining room.

But what I head into instead is someone’s chest.
I slowly look up to see who it belongs to.
There they are again, those blue-grey eyes.

“I like your laugh.” He says with a smile

I freeze. My heart begins to beat super fast.

Not again. I tell myself.

I take in a deep breath, look him right in the eye and say;

“Good morning Prince Alekzander.”

He looks at me funny. As if he wasn’t expecting that.

“You can call me Alek, you know.”

I look at him for a second. “Alek.” I repeat.

He smiles as if he likes me saying it.

“You’re not a bad dancer.”

I look at him puzzled for a second.

Then suddenly it hits me.

Oh my god. He’s probably been standing there for a while.

I can feel my face turning sixteen shades of red.

“Er…thanks.” I mutter.

I quickly walk past him and into the dining room, and I pray that he doesn’t follow me.
No such luck.

He sat across from me as I eat. Neither of us say a word. After a couple of minutes, I build up the courage to look up and ask

“Is there anything wrong?”

He smiles and slowly shakes his head.
It’s silent again.
After couple of minutes I look up again.
“Are you sure there nothing I can do for you? Would you like me to make you something also?”
This seemed to amuse him because he laughed and shook his head again.
Another long silence.
“Are you sure? It must be boring for you to just sit there and watch me eat.”
“No not really.” He replies “I enjoy watching you.”
“Oh.” I say.
He sits and watches me until I’m done eating. I have never felt so self-conscious in my life.
I get up with my plate and take it to the kitchen. I put it in the sink and start to wash it.
“You don’t have to do that you know, there are people who can do that for you.”
My hands pause at his remark, but I finish washing anyway. “I’m not used to having people do things for me.”
I turn to see that he’s smiling.
He opens his mouth to say something but he’s interrupted by the same guy from yesterday.
“Sorry once again to interrupt, but Prince Alekzander? You’re mother requests you’re presence in the parlor.”
The prince nods and heads to the kitchen door. He reaches for the handle at the exact same moment as the servant does.
Their hands would have bumped if not for the fact that the servant snapped his hand back as if it had just been burnt.
My eyes widened. Why did he do that? Alek continued on as if nothing had happened but you could tell that the servant was embarrassed by his actions. He becomes all flushed and quickly strolls out of the kitchen.
“That was strange.” I say out loud. But I don’t dwell on it.
I begin to wander around the place. Very soon I find myself completely lost.
“Crap. Where the heck am I?”
I continue to wander and get my self even more lost. I walk up and down numerous hallways until I finally up at a dead end, but then I notice something.
“Oh, It’s a door.” I say out loud.
I walk through it and gasp.
“Holy Mother of Crap.”
Books.
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of books.
From wall to wall nothing but books.
If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a big reader.
I walk up and down the aisle and run my fingers over the book spines. When I feel like I should stop, I do. And I pick out a book.
I make my way to one of the chairs in the room, sit down and start reading. I have no clue how long I was reading, but I didn’t stop until I had finished the book. I sighed with a smile as I shut the book.
“I take it you enjoyed it?”
I jet out of my chair and turn to face Alek. He looks like he’s been watching me for a while. I don’t understand how he is always so quiet.
I refuse to let him know he startled me.
“Yes, very much.” I reply as coolly as I can.
He starts to walk closer but then suddenly stops. A weird some how agitated expression lands on his face.
“What’s wrong…?” I ask worried I did something to upset him.
“You’ve cut yourself.” He whispers staring down at my hands.
I look at him weird, then down at my hands. I see the blood at the tip of one of my fingers.
“Oh yeah, I guess I have. Probably a paper cut.”
I look back up at him to see that he probably didn’t hear what I just said. He was staring so intently at my hands.
“Are you okay Alek?”
His gaze snaps up from my hand to my face.
“Yes…yes I’m just fine. It’s just that blood…Well it makes me a little uncomfortable.”
“Oh…” I say knowingly “It makes you feel sick?”
He laughs like I’ve just said something funny.
“Sick isn’t exactly the word I would use for it.”
I was about to ask him what he meant but he changes the subject.
“Rayne, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” He pauses and I nod. So he continues.
“I know the situation you’re in. You would rather not be involved in the engagement. I understand that.”
My mouth opens in shock. “No!” I begin to protest “That’s not it, it’s just that…”
“It’s okay Rayne I understand. You wouldn’t be the first Princess in Argoneeva to want just a platonic relationship with their husbands. There’s no issue.”
I think about this for a moment. A platonic relationship, with the person I am going to marry. How would that ever work? I mean sooner or later one of is going to want to…I mean were humans after all were going to have to…I begin to get flushed.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He asks me.
I look at him, and begin to blush even more.
“I mean, I was just thinking that. I mean what happens when one of us wants…I mean…um,…more?”
He looks puzzled for a moment. But then his face changes with understanding.
“Ah, I see. Don’t let that worry you. Matters like that can be easily taken care of.”
“How?” I ask slightly confused.
“Don’t worry about it, Rayne. Very easily taken care of.” He says with a smile.
It takes some energy to keep from scowling. What does he mean by that? Does he mean there are other girls? I feel myself getting a little bit angry. Well, two can play at that game.
“What about me?” I ask smugly. “What if I end up wanting…more?”
I cross my arms across my chest
And then I see it, well at least I think I did. A flash of surprise and aggravation that disappeared so quickly I’m not even sure it was there. He looks like he’s never thought of the possibility.
“I didn’t think that…” He stops himself. “I trust your judgment Rayanalise.” He says in a stiff voice the he turns and beings to walk out of the room.
“Wait!” I yell out, I can not believe I’m about to say this.
“What if I grow to want children?” I blurt out
He turns around with an expression than can only be described as domineering. He doesn’t say a word though; he just stares at me with that smile of his.
I
feel myself growing embarrassed. Why did I say that? I wish I could just take it back
“I uh mean, I’m a girl aren’t I? This is uh…the kind of stuff we want.”
Alek turns around fully and walks towards me until he’s standing directly in front of me.
We’re so close and I’m finding it very hard to breath. He slowly leans his face down until its right in front of mine. Okay now, I’ve really stopped breathing.

“When that time comes Rayne.”
He says in a voice low that makes me a little dizzy.
“All you have to do us tell me.”
Then he does it again. He lifts up his cold finger and runs it down my cheek before turning around and leaving the room.
I collapse back into my chair and try to catch my breath.
I hate him for doing this to me.
And what in the world had meant by his last remark? ‘When that time comes Rayne, all you have to do is tell me.’ I didn’t possibly mean to think that we would…?
I shake my head. I misunderstood.
I try to forget about it. But I can’t. I spend the rest of the afternoon thinking about it.
And now that its nighttime and I’m lying in my bed, and I remember his room is right next to mine it’s even worse.
“Think about something else Rayne.” And I do. I think about back home, and how everyone is doing. I fall asleep thinking about my parents.



But I dream about Alek.