A/N: I haven't forgotten about my other WIP story, but after reading the latest and greatest PD book (in about three hours, it was pretty good!) I just had to get on the computer and write! So, spoilers will obviously be a major part of the story. (This picks up where Princess Mia left off – she hits reply and starts typing – and is just my fantasy about how the next book will turn out.)

This story will be told in first person, but the whole diary thing with the dates and all is just a little bit tedious – maybe one day I will get around to actually making it look like a diary, but today is not the day!!

Spoilers People, don't say I didn't warn you!!

Disclaimer: Princess Diaries and all related characters and dialog belong to Meg Cabot and I am not making any money off of this story.

Chapter One

Michael,

You should have seen the look on Grandmere's face when I told the world about the parchment I found. Priceless…

Mia

I hit the send button and sat back in my chair. I could hear Rocky screaming at the top of his lungs and Mr. G trying frantically to quiet him. I walked out of my bedroom and scooped Rocky up into my arms.

"Mi mi?"

He squeezed my neck, his chubby arms nearly cutting off my air supply. Mr. G tried, unsuccessfully, to lift him from me and his arms tightened. I kissed the top of his head and carried him to his crib. My mom came in behind me with a clean diaper. She can definitely handle that one. I'm all for kisses and playing "tuck" with him, but dirty diapers is not something that I want to deal with tonight.

I set him down, letting Mom take care of the rest and wandered back into the kitchen. Mr. G was sitting at the table, eating the rest of the pizza I saw in the refrigerator and had fully planned on consuming.

"So, Mia," he began, a mouthful of cheese and sauce threatening to escape and grossing me out in the process.

I nodded my head and sat down across from him.

He finished chewing and continued, "how does it feel to be liberated from your princess duties?"

I shrugged. It's kind of weird, but until now, I hadn't really given a whole lot of thought to what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I mean, I thought about it, but was mostly just thinking about the people of Genovia and democracy and all of that.

"Is there any of that pizza left?" I queried.

He shook his head. "Sorry, I just swallowed the last bite. Do you want me to call and order another?"

"No, I should probably just go to bed now anyway." I was pretty tired. I still hadn't gotten back into the swing of things.

My mom, finished wrestling Rocky into the crib, stood beside me and tousled my hair, which had somehow miraculously escaped the clutches of Paolo. In between her fainting spells and consumption of Sidecars, Grandmere had neglected to pay any attention to my hair.

"Good-night Mom." I gave her a hug and went back into my bedroom. Now that my Hello Kitty pajamas were ashes somewhere, I pulled my Beauty and the Beast nightshirt out of the bureau and slipped it on. I didn't go to sleep immediately, I just lay there, replaying the memory of the entire night in my head. By tomorrow morning, every new outlet in America would be reporting on the beans I had spilled, the ones my Dad and Grandmere were (probably) trying as hard as they could to get back in.

But Grandmere should be thankful. If it weren't for my impromptu speech (the one that had been written for me was sitting on my desk, forgotten), she would have never been asked to pledge Domina Rei.

Too tired to stay awake any longer, I rolled over onto my stomach and promptly fell asleep.