Preventing a Royal Engagement
Summary: Tinka has kept her relationship with Ty a secret from her parents because they dislike him. When she learns that they arranged her to marry a prince of the old country, she will do anything to prevent the royal engagement from taking place. However, for Ty and Tinka, this proves to be quite a challenge, a challenge they could possibly lose.
Couples: Ty/Tinka, Günther/CeCe, Logan/Rocky, Deuce/Dina
Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up!, nor its characters. I only own this story and my OCs: King Kamil Byalikov, Queen Anna Byalikova, Prince Anton Byalikov, and Princess Kasia Byalikova.
Chapter 1: Meeting the Prince
Seventeen-year-old Tinka Hessenheffer leaned against Ty Blue, her boyfriend of two years, as they rode the elevator up to her apartment floor in silence. They had just gotten back from a teen club and Ty insisted on walking her up to her apartment. Tinka allowed Ty to be the gentleman that he was, but reminded him not to stay outside her door too long, or else her parents might catch him.
It seemed like everyone in the world knew about Ty and Tinka's relationship, that is, everyone but Tinka's parents, Kashlack and Squizza. Back when Ty was just her friend and she first introduced him to her parents, they masked their dislike for him with fake smiles. The minute Ty left, they expressed to her how they were not fond of his tight, clothing choices, or his choice for a career. So, when Ty and Tinka started going out officially, they agreed to keep their relationship a secret from her parents, until she believed they would be ready to accept him. However, that day had yet to arrive, and the two star-crossed lovers were often frustrated at all the secrecy, but were willing to do anything to stay together.
The elevator finally dinged and its doors slid open. Ty and Tinka exited and walked, hand in hand, down the hallway to the Hessenheffer apartment. Ty frequently dropped Tinka off after their dates, so he knew which apartment she lived in; that, and the Hessenheffer apartment door was covered in unique decorations from the old country, which made it easily distinguishable from the other apartments in the complex.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening," Tinka said with a smile. "I had a lot of fun."
"No problem," Ty said, looking down at her. "Our nights together are always fun."
"I guess we should, um, say goodnight," Tinka said, disappointed that their night together was coming to an end.
"Yeah, goodnight," Ty said, placing his hands on her hips. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Tinka let out a small squeal as Ty pulled her body against his and let their lips collide together in a passionate kiss. She rested her manicured hands on Ty's shoulders and kissed him back, lovingly. She lived for moments like this, moments with just her, Ty, and all the time in the world.
Ty ran his tongue against Tinka's lips and she moaned, gripping his shirt tightly in her hands. The two lovebirds were going to begin a game of tonsil hockey when a female voice from inside the apartment startled them.
"Do not worry, I'll get the door!" the voice called. "Tinka must be home from the mall!"
Tinka's eyes flew open, as did Ty's, and they quickly pulled away from each other in terror.
"You better go!" Tinka whispered, straightening her sparkly, cocktail dress.
"Right," Ty agreed, giving Tinka one last kiss. "Love you, baby."
"Love you, too," Tinka whispered, quickly.
Ty raced down the hall, to the elevator, and slammed his hand on the button to call for it. Fortunately, it opened and he hurried inside. The doors barely had time to close, before the door to the Hessenheffer apartment opened and Squizza stood in the doorway, smiling down at her daughter.
"Welcome home, Tinka," Squizza said, kindly. "How was your trip to the mall with Rocky, CeCe, and Dina?"
"Absolutely fun, Mama," Tinka lied, entering the apartment once her mother moved aside. "They just left after dropping me off."
"Yes, I heard you telling them that you had a great night with them," Squizza said with a smile, obviously having not heard Ty's voice earlier. "I'm happy that you did not stay out too late because there are some people who I would like you to meet."
"Where are they?" Tinka asked, curious as to who would visit them on a Sunday night.
"Follow me, dear," Squizza told her. "They are with your father in the dining room."
Tinka obeyed and followed her mother through the living room and into the dining room. At the head of the dining table sat Kashlack. To the right of the him sat two adults and to the left were two teenagers. Tinka had no idea who they were, but she noted the silk garments they were wearing and assumed they were members of a wealthy family.
Kashlack stood up and walked over to Tinka. He embraced her in a fatherly hug, before he stepped back and gestured to her with his hands, his attention now on their visitors.
"Esteemed guests," Kashlack said, politely, "please allow me to introduce my daughter, Tinka Hessenheffer."
Tinka smiled at the four people sitting at the table, but silently questioned why her father was being so formal towards them. She figured they must be people of great importance and that he was merely making a good impression on them.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Tinka," the man at the table said to her, kindly. "I am King Kamil Byalikov."
Upon hearing the man's name, Tinka's eyes widened. She realized then that their guests were none other than the current, royal family of her home country. She was not sure why they were visiting her family, of all people in the world, but knew it was not the appropriate time to question the matter.
"The pleasure is all mine, your Majesty," Tinka said with a curtsy.
As Kamil smiled and gestured to his wife, Tinka noted the few grey hairs in the King's brown hair and the few wrinkles on his face, and knew that his years of age were catching up to him. However, his cerulean-blue eyes sparkled and Tinka could see the kindness in them.
"Tinka, this is my beautiful wife, Anna," Kamil said, smiling at the woman next to him.
Anna looked up at Tinka and smiled kindly at her. Her long blonde hair, which was kept in a long braid like Squizza's, barely touched the floor below. Although she looked a bit frail, Tinka could see that the Queen was young at heart.
"It's an honour to meet you, Queen Anna," Tinka said with another curtsy.
"It is an honour to meet you, as well, Tinka," Anna answered, warmly.
Tinka turned her head when she noticed the two teenagers stand up from their seats and make their way towards her, and she figured they were Kamil and Anna's children. The one at the front, the girl, had clearly inherited her silky, blonde hair from her mother and her sparkling eyes from her father. She gave Tinka a genuine smile and held out her hand to shake Tinka's.
"Now, allow me to introduce my daughter, Princess Kasia," Kamil said, noticing that Tinka's attention was now on his daughter.
Tinka gently shook Kasia's hand and said, "It's wonderful to meet you, Princess Kasia."
"The feeling is mutual," Kasia answered, politely, "and call me Kasia. I detest being called Princess by friends."
Tinka smiled at the princess and nodded her head. She had a good feeling that she and Kasia would get along very well.
The boy stepped forward and when Tinka turned towards him to acknowledge his presence, she was greatly surprised by his good looks. Like Kasia, he inherited his hair from his mother, but he also inherited her chocolate-brown eyes. His hair was short, straight, and combed forward, which reminded Tinka of Günther's hairstyle. The way he smiled at her was quite mesmerizing and Tinka smiled at the thought of all the girls chasing after him back in the old country.
"And, finally, this is my son, Prince Anton," Kamil said.
"It's nice to meet you, Prince Anton," Tinka said, politely.
"It is nice to meet you, too, Tinka," Anton answered, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it, "and, please, call me Anton."
Tinka smiled as the introductions concluded, and Anton and Kasia returned to their seats. Squizza took a seat at the table, across from Kashlack, and Tinka sat down next to her, on her right.
"As I have stated before, welcome to our lovely home," Squizza said to the royal family.
"Thank you, Squizza," Anna said, kindly. "You have a wonderful home."
"King Kamil, would you think me rude in asking what made your family decide to travel to America to visit our family without prior notice?" Tinka asked, choosing her words carefully, as to not offend the royal family.
Kamil, impressed with Tinka's mannerisms, said, "Oh, this was not a random visit. We do have our reasons for visiting you and your family."
"I see," Tinka said. "Forgive me if I seem rude. Had I known you and your family would be visiting, I would have rescheduled the shopping trip I had with my best friends, so I would have been present to greet you upon your arrival."
"No need to apologize, my child," Anna said, waving it off. "We were supposed to visit the week before, but some business came up that we had to attend to, so we had to postpone our visit."
"I completely understand," Tinka said, politely.
"I must say, Tinka, I am very impressed by your mannerisms and the way you present yourself," Kamil commented with a smile.
"Well, thank you for your kind compliments, King Kamil," Tinka answered, kindly.
"I agree with my husband, you have such a queenly manner," Anna added. "I assume you are of a royal blood line?"
"Yes, I am," Tinka replied, wondering where this conversation was going. "Before my mother married my father, she was a princess of our home country."
"And you shall be one as well," Kashlack stated, proudly.
"Oh, yes," Kamil agreed, oblivious to the look of confusion on Tinka's face. He looked to Anton and said, "You have made a wise decision, my son. The people of our country would be delighted to have the lovely Tinka Hessenheffer, the daughter of former Princess Squizza, as their princess."
Upon hearing the king's words come out of his mouth, Tinka's look of confusion faded and was replaced with a look of shock. Was this an arranged marriage that both families were talking about? She silently prayed that she misheard because she certainly did not remember ever agreeing to be the victim of an arranged marriage.
"I'm sorry," Tinka said, looking at Kamil. "Could you please repeat that, your Majesty?"
"Tinkabell," Squizza said, looking at her daughter. "Prince Anton contacted your father and me a few months ago and graciously asked for your hand in marriage."
Sadly, Tinka did not misunderstand anything. She stared at her mother in surprise and bit her bottom lip, nervously. Her parents would never arrange her in a marriage, would they? Did she not have any control over her future, including the man she wished to spend the rest of her life with?
"Oh, Mama," Tinka said, sadly, upon seeing how happy her mother was. "You and Papa didn't give him my hand in marriage, did you?"
"Why, of course we did!" Squizza exclaimed, wondering why her daughter would ask such a question. "The minute you turn eighteen and graduate from high school, you will marry Prince Anton and live the rest of your life, in luxury, back in the old country! Isn't that wonderful?"
Tinka looked appalled, as though someone told her that her betwinkler broke. She could not believe that her parents arranged her to marry the prince of her home country. More importantly, she could not believe that they actually thought she would be thrilled to go through with it. As good looking and well mannered as Anton was, Tinka was immensely in love with Ty and nothing would ever change that. Then, another thought hit her: what would Ty say to this?
"Forgive me, Mama, but this isn't wonderful," Tinka said, as calmly as she could, causing the smiles to fade from everyone's faces.
"What are you talking about, my darling?" Squizza asked, sounding concerned and a tad confused.
"I don't wish to get married right now," Tinka explained.
"Tinkabell, you can't be single forever," Kashlack told her.
Tinka closed her eyes and sighed. If only her parents knew that she was not single anymore. Then again, even if her parents knew she was in a relationship, they would probably still try and marry her off to Anton to get her away from Ty.
"Your father is right, my dear," Squizza said, softly. "It will not be long until your friends will be married and having families of their own. Don't you want the same life?"
"Of course I do, Mama, just not now," Tinka said, firmly. She then turned to Anton, who seemed disappointed, and said, "I refuse your generous, marriage offer, Prince Anton, I'm sorry."
Anton sighed, knowing that Tinka deliberately acknowledged him by his royal title to show that she viewed him, solely, as a person of importance, rather than her fiancé. However, he was not going to fly back to his home country all because of a simple rejection, as he felt Tinka just needed some time to think things through. After all, Tinka finding out that she is arranged to marry a prince is a lot to take in, especially after only knowing the prince for only five minutes.
"I apologize, Tinka, I understand this has come as a big surprise," Anton said, reaching for Tinka's hand. "Would you prefer to get to know me a little better first?"
"I would be glad to have you as a friend, but nothing more," Tinka answered, pulling her hand back from his. "Now, please excuse me. I have some homework to finish."
With her head held high and her face expressionless, Tinka exited the dining room and made her way down the hallway, to her bedroom. She entered, closed the door behind her, and locked it, as she wanted to be alone. She did not have any homework to finish, as she had finished it several days ago, but she simply wanted to get away from her parents for the night.
The blonde collapsed on her sparkly bed and sighed. Although she firmly declined to marry Anton, she knew that the end was not near. She knew her parents would not stop their insisting until she agreed to marry Anton. The feeling of being trapped in an arranged marriage brought tears to Tinka's eyes.
"What am I going to tell Ty?" Tinka whispered, quietly, to no one in particular.
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