Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story) (11 page)

Freddie only nodded and pulled me to him again, tightly. "Well, I guess it's not your fault that I forgot my wallet OR that Jameson wouldn't bail us out he's going to get in a lot of trouble for that," he added.

I laughed a little, and Freddie lifted my chin with his finger. I gazed into his eyes, starry and bright, and a small smile played across my lips. "Thank you for saving my life."

I saw a flash of anger streak into Freddie's eyes, and it startled me how fast they transitioned from love to anger. "I should have put a bullet in their skulls," he said with hatred.

"Yeah, and that's another thing," I piped up, pulling away from him and wiping my eyes. "Since when do you carry a gun?"

Freddie laughed, "Since when don't I carry a gun? I always have. They're just for situations like these." "I still can't thank you enough. I had it going pretty good before that last guy got me though. I took two of them out before I got too tired."

"As soon as you get to Bieland, we're teaching you self defense. Everyone in the castle is required to know it, just in case. And you, my gorgeous princess," he smiled cupping my face in his hands, "are no exception," Freddie leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before dropping his hands and sighing.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sensing bad news. Freddie looked at me with pain in his eyes. "Arianne," he said, softly, "I'm leaving you."

"What????" I screeched, wanting to rewind the tape of life. Did he just say was he breaking up with me? He couldn't. He wouldn't. Would he? "You you're breaking up with me!?!?!?! Why? What did I do? I'm sorry, I'll do anything to change your mind-" tears were budding in my eyes, and I felt a lump in my throat willing me not to breathe. My heart had just been hit with a hammer, and it was now falling helplessly into a million tiny pieces.

"Arie what are you talking about?" Freddie asked, putting his hands on my shoulders, looking worried, "Why would I want to break up with you? You're the best thing that's ever happened in my life. I couldn't put myself through that! I love you!"

I stared at him, not understanding. Freddie stared back, confused as well.

"But you just said that you were leaving me!!!!" I shrieked, feeling my heart cautiously mending its way back to sanity.

"Yes" Freddie said slowly, pursing his eyebrows together. "Leaving the country not you, doll."

I slumped into the car seat with absolutely no more energy left in my body. That had been even scarier than being attacked by three goons!

"Freddie," I said slowly, "In America, when people say that, it means that they're breaking up with them. Not leaving the country. If they're leaving the country then they say 'I'm leaving the country.' Do you know how much that scared me?" I put a hand on my eyes and took a deep breath. In, out. In, out. Breathe, Arianne. Freddie chuckled. I didn't find anything funny about this. "Sorry," he apologized, "I wouldn't ever do such a thing to you OR myself."

I nodded and then tried to regain my senses. Whew, it was getting a little bit easier to breathe, after that shocker.

"Well, I mean leaving the country isn't as bad, of course," I stated, "but what are you talking about?"

My gorgeous prince sighed. "That meeting that I had with Jameson this morning was to tell me that I have to go back to Bieland. This week."

"But why?" I pleaded, meshing our hands together and facing him. "What's so important there?" "I can't tell you, doll, I'm sorry," Freddie said looking down.

I rolled my eyes. This was so unfair. I mean, he had to leave! And he, MY boyfriend, couldn't even tell me, his girlfriend, why? This royal stuff was getting on my nerves! Tears came to my eyes for the tenth time that night. This day had been awful. Awful, Awful, Awful.

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The night before he left, Freddie took me out to dinner. I must say it was hard to explain to people, that my boyfriend was indefinitely leaving Harvard So I simply told them his mom died and he had to leave right away. It was true. His parent's death IS what caused all of this, you know.

"I know," he had grimaced, "I JUST took you out to eat like, four days ago. But believe me; this place will be upscale like you've never seen before. And this time, it's impossible to forget my wallet, cuz I'm not bringing it. Everything's been paid for, so don't worry your cute little head about it, at ALL, okay? Oh and by the way dress to kill, doll," he whispered to me.

Freddie decided to take me to a super fancy restaurant not too far from Harvard. After taking about an hour and fifteen minutes on my entire self (longest record time, let me tell you that), I heard a knock on my door and I almost tripped over my high heels to go answer it. This high heel thing was totally new for me. Even though they were only two inches long, I hadn't worn heels since my graduation and that was over a year ago. Before opening the door, I smoothed my dress over and adjusted my hair one more time. Freddie told me that this restaurant was posh to the MAX; stars were seen in this place a countless numbers of times, so I decided to try and look halfway decent.

My hair was twisted into an easy but complicated looking up do, and I had curled every inch of my scalp before putting it up. I decided to go smoky on my eyes and paired it with a nice medium hue lip color. All in all, it looked fabulous. I sprayed on the perfume that smelled like roses and sugar because I knew Freddie

liked it. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

Freddie gave me a welcoming kiss then took my hands and stepped back to look me over. I felt embarrassed under his watchful eye. He didn't say anything for a really long time

"Is it too much?" I asked looking at the way he was dressed. In those black dress pants and the crisp white dress shirt, Freddie almost took my breath away. He snapped to attention after I finally spoke, and then grinned.

"Absolutely not, doll. You look stunning." He stepped closer to me and pulled me against his body once more. He didn't kiss me, but he wiggled his nose against mine and whispered in my ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered back and then we were off. The restaurant was amazing! It was called 'Le Bon apptit' and there was a humongous chandelier in the middle of the high ceilinged room. The lights sent brilliant sparkling shadows across the entire humongous room and it made everything look just that much more posh and expensive.

As I stepped in the foyer, I seriously was about to question Freddie's choice in cost but then the realization of my boyfriend being a prince sunk in; yet again. Man, this was hard to get used to. Freddie had made reservations and we were seated with only two minutes wait. But I could definitely get used to
this
! Our table was made for two, so it was small. At my height and Freddie's we soon found a way to get our legs fitted right under the table. Mine went to the right and his went to my left. It was still a tight squeeze and we soon started to giggle at the situation. However, our giggling stopped abruptly as a stern looking waiter cleared his throat at us.

"Bonjour. My name est Jean-Paul. I am your waiter 'sis evening. Can I start you off wis' a beverage?" He coldly asked looking at us from down his nose. His eyes shifted to Freddie as he spoke.

«Ah merci, Jean-Paul. Je parle le fransais. Donnez-nous, s'il vous plait, une carafe de limonade? » ( Ah, Thank you Jean-Paul. I speak French. Would you, please, get us a pitcher of lemonade?)

I smiled at the waiter but he didn't even look at me. Since I took French, I understood their conversation and before Jean-Paul left, I added one more thing.

«Et beaucoup du tranche jaune citrons, s'il vous plait? » (And lots of lemon slices, please.) All he did was give me a curt nod, then turn on his heel and slowly walk away. I snorted a quiet laugh under my breath then turned my eyes to

Freddie. I almost jumped when I saw the intensity of his stare for me. I blushed and took his hand from across the table. It was soft and strong and I relished the feeling. Who knows how long it might be before I got to hold him like this again?

"Why are you looking at me like you want to zap me?" I asked with a smile.

Freddie laughed and connected our other hands. "Because you never cease to amaze me. Honestly is there anything you can't do, doll?"

I loved it when he called me 'doll.' It sounded so retro to me. Like we were a young couple back in the 50's! "Yes," I nodded completely serious. "Be away from you for too long. You've got to give me an estimate on how long I'm going to be trying to survive without you."

Freddie looked to our hands and shook his head. "I can't. Look, Arie there are things about this that you can't know. Ever. I'm not going to risk your life in this anymore than I already have."

My face went pale. Life? Risking? Who said anything about dying? "W-What do you mean?" I stuttered, feeling my throat go dry. I was in danger? But I couldn't be everything was perfect!

Freddie looked like he wanted to kill himself for letting that out. "Never mind, I shouldn't have said that. Don't worry. You're going to be perfectly safe. I didn't mean it in that way. You aren't in any immediate danger, I promise," he reassured me.

I looked into Freddie's eyes and could tell that he was telling the truth but not completely. He meant it in another way something less obvious, I gathered.

"Fine," I pouted. This was getting harder; each second that went by meant saying goodbye to him at the airport tomorrow morning. I didn't want it to come. Maybe this whole princess thing wasn't ideal after all I felt Freddie squeeze my hands and some of my depression erased. We linked eyes and I saw love, admiration and something else that calmed me down. I felt like a retard for being so emotional on our last night together.

Our stuffy waiter returned, breaking our moment and set the pitcher down along with some cups and the lemon slices. He then proceeded to fill our cups with the lemonade, carefully set them down and then left; obviously taking note of how our menus were still untouched. Freddie thanked him and then took one of his hands off mine. As soon as it was gone I wanted it back; it was cold and lonely without him.

"I got you a present, doll. Now you can think of me every single day."

I was so surprised. Freddie had never given me any gifts before and I eagerly took the small little rectangular box into my hands. It was beautifully wrapped. Wrapping red, and ribbon white, the colors reflected my two favorite co-coordinating shades and I gave Freddie a smile before carefully untying the bow and ripping the paper gently. Under the paper there was a beautiful black rectangular velvet box. It was soft and silky and I wondered what it could possibly hold? A bracelet? A necklace? I knew it wasn't a ring for the box was much too big, so without another thought I opened the box and gasped.

Like a flame, the semi-thick silver chain shone under the light of the chandelier. Attached to it was a gorgeous charm. It was a beautiful heart. It was made with two different strands, which were twisted around each other in a vine like motion. Four skinny little pieces of metal held a beautiful diamond in place. The diamond was so clear that it looked like glass. My mouth was wide open and Freddie's eyes were sparkling.

"Wow. Wow!" I squealed and laughed at my new present. I had never owned anything so real, so expensive, and so beautiful in my entire life. "This is so gorgeous. I wonder how much it cost you?" I looked at him with a reprimanding smile.

"You're worth any amount of money and more," he said.

"I'm going to wear it every day!" I said closing the case and setting it beside me.

"You'd better!" Freddie teased and bumped me under the table with his knee. I stuck my tongue out at him and we started laughing. Never mind how corny we are! We're in love. Freddie and I finally decided to look at our menus and the waiter came back to ready orders. Freddie decided to share the Tortellini and shrimp appetizer with me, and after munching on all of that to death, we both went with the Chicken Wellington and the Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake for dessert. I guess we both just had the same cravings that night.

When the conformation paper came, the receipt that confirmed our previous payment, I tried to be naughty and sneak a glance at the price, but my prince was too smart for me. He took the paper and signed it under the table, where my crafty eyes couldn't see. I pouted and he grinned and then, before you knew it, we were driving back to our dorm.

The night had been fantastic, and Oh! To think about that delicious dinner almost made my stomach pop! I was walking down the hall thinking about my wonderful night when a warm hand around my waist brought me from my thoughts. Turns out, I was about to walk past my room and Freddie had stopped me, amused. He pulled me close and backed me against the wall. I grinned and put my hands around his neck. This was our favorite way to stand.

"How'd you like your dinner, doll?" Freddie asked me after kissing me tenderly.

"It was amazing," I grinned. You know, there's something about a man who wears fancy clothes well. When he works that walk, the look of confidence over his entire being, his feet clad in fancy shoes or his legs in those charming black dress pants, it does something to you. It's so totally irresistible. Or at least, that's just me. Suddenly, at that point, my love for this man was pushed up a notch in the looks department. The compartments of kindness, sincerity, love, and pretty much his overall personality, were already overflowing at the brim. It was impossible fo him to get any higher in my book.

I hugged Freddie with an aching of love and then our lips connected. My whole body, even my ankles were burning the millisecond that our skin touched, and now my toes' nerves were strained with electricity. It was just a small, sweet kiss, and then the heat and the intensity of that it rose faster and I found it delightful how Freddie's hand was effortlessly drilling my back with his hands. They felt like tasers as he moved his fingers around in tight, small circles which made my whole body shiver. My entire body was pulsing with vibrations quite new to me and Freddie's hand went down to my hip

For some reason this caused me to stop abruptly. I couldn't go any farther; it would be too hard to stop! My mommy had always told me that it was more precious and sacred for a man and a woman to wait until they were married to experience the art of love making, if you will. My aunt and uncle stressed this as well, though I have a feeling that they were more concerned about having a pregnant teenager more than actually