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

“I finally got the little monster asleep.” Tess whispered to me as she patted, Peter Parker…No excuse me, Bruce Wayne today, affectionately.

I laugh and nod, little monster was right. The boy had only been here for day and has wreaked more havoc all over the castle than should be humanly possible.

“I would stay, but I have to go home now.” Tess tells me as we exit his room. “I promised my mom that I would pick out a dress before the end of today.”

I tilt my head slightly. “A dress for what?”

“You're kidding.” she replies.

I pause.

“The engagement party…”

I stay silent

“No? Doesn’t ring a bell?”

I shake my head.

All she does is stare at me.

“Ughh!” I let out a frustrated groan. “Why am I always the last person to know EVERYTHING?”

Tess lets out a laugh. “Your engagement party Rayne. Yours.”

“What?”

She sighs. “Whenever a royal couple in Argoneeva announces their engagement, there is a ball to celebrate it.”

Another pause.

“And when exactly is this ‘celebration ball’?”

“Uh…” She starts “Day after tomorrow…?”

I don’t bother yelling out another ‘What?!?’

“But…but…” I stammer. “It’s so soon, I mean…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You just put on a pretty dress and say ‘Thank you’ whenever someone congratulates you on the engagement.”

“That’s not what I meant…I’m not nervous about that…” I tell her.

She looks at me puzzled. “Then what is?”

I avert my eyes to the ground.

“He’s gonna be there isn’t he.” I reply in a tiny voice.

Tess sighs and puts her arm around me. “Yeah, he will. But you don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to! And if you want me to go right over there a punch his lights out I’ll be gla—“

I laugh, “No I don’t want you to hurt him…Its just going to be…hard.”

“Yeah, I know.”

A little later, Tess leaves, and I decide to go talk to my mother about this whole ball thing. When I find her, I walk in to see that she’s already talking to somebody else.

She turns and smiles at me. “Rayne! Just the person I was looking for! I would like to introduce you to someone.” She gets up and walks towards me. “This is Raphael, Lord Huntington’s nephew.”

My mother moves out of the way to reveal a young boy, who let me tell you looked absolutely nothing like his uncle.

He was extremely tall and had long brownish blonde hair which seemed to make his dark brown eyes stand out. He smiles at me, and I can’t help it. I smile back.

He takes a few steps until he’s right in front of me.

“My uncle told me you were pretty but…” He grabbed my hand and brings it up to his lips. He keeps it there for a second longer than he needs too.

“That word does not even come close to what you are.”

Before I can calm myself I am turning a deep shade of red. I retract my hand.

“Uh…thanks.”

“Rayanalise, Raphael is about your age…Right?” My mom asks turning to him.

He nods. “I’ll be nineteen next month Your Highness.”

“Yes.” She continues. “Lord Huntington and I thought it would be a good idea if both of you to get to know each other! It would be wonderful of the two of you became friends!”

My mother pats Raphael on the back, and kisses me on the cheek then walks out of the room.

So then it’s just me, and Raphael.

“So…”I start. “Raphael—“

“Raph.” He says. “Call me Raph”

I nod “Okay, Raph.”

Suddenly he reaches out and threads his fingers through mine.

“C’mon.” he says

He starts dragging me along. “What? Where are we going?”

He stops and yanks me into him. We're dangerously close now.

“To have some fun Princess…Or would you rather stay here and mope about your Prince Alek.”

I pull away from him quickly with a shocked.

“Don’t look so surprised Rayne.” He says with a smirk “Everybody knows.

He moves himself close again.

“He’s pretty stupid if you ask me…” He says in a low voice. “Pretty thing like you.”

He lifts his hand up and starts to play with my hair. A part of me wanted to slap it away, and then slap HIM.

But the other part of me knew he was right. I had been moping about Alek for the past two weeks. I needed to move, I needed to breathe. I needed to stop thinking about him. He didn’t want me anymore.
I looked up until I was staring right in those dark brown eyes of his.

“Where to pretty boy?”