Disclaimer: I own nothing not even the story. I am writing it based on a trashy romance novel called, The Sheik and the Princess in Waiting by Susan Mallery. I am using some of the lines she writes too because there's no other way to write. 98 is me and the other 2 is from her. She is an AMAZING writer and I hope to be as good as her some day.

Author note: Marie is a delivery room nurse; it comes up later but isn't really explained in the first Chapter. The King and Logan don't have last names it's just the King of El Meca so Xavier is just his first name. BTW El Meca is made up, I think I just throw a few letters after El for a country name.

Marie was getting settled into a late night T.V. program when there was a knock on her door, she got up and shuffled over to the door. When she opened the door she was greeted by to men in suits, "Miss Summers? Miss Marie Summers?"

"That's me, can I help you gentlemen?" she asked pulling the robe she had lightly pulled over her shoulders around herself.

"Ma'am, I'm Michael Taylor and this is my partner David Kennedy, we're from the state department. May we come in?" Marie looked behind her at her apartment then turned around again to face the agents.

"Um okay," she stepped back and the men entered her apartment after they were seated on her couch, Marie sitting in the over-stuffed arm chair next to it, "Can I ask why you're here?"

The second man, Kennedy, sat forward, "We're here on behalf of the State Department who was asked to find you by the King of El Meca. He contacted us late last week and requested we find you and invited you to his country."

"Wait," Marie stopped them, "did you say king of El Meca?"

"Yes ma'am. He requested that you come to his country and stay as his guest." Taylor answered.

"You must have the wrong Marie Summers. I don't know anyone in El Meca, I certainly don't know his royal highness."

Taylor pulled out a piece of paper, "Marie Summer," he read aloud fallowed by her date of birth, her parents names, her brother's name and the number on her passport. A passport she'd gotten at 18 hoping to one day travel the world.

"Hold on," she said standing and walking to her bedroom to retrieve said passport from the bottom of her sock drawer. She went back into the living room and had him read the numbers again, they matched for a moment Marie couldn't think and sat down in the chair, "This is freaky, I don't know the king of El Meca, what would he want with me?"

"You are to be his guest for two weeks, there is a privet jet waiting to take you to his country, Miss Summers, El Meca is a valued ally in the Middle East. They are considered the Switzerland of the region. They offer a haven to all of our travelers when in the region and supply a large amount of our countries oil."

Marie hadn't taken but one political science class in collage but she knew what his last statement had meant, if the king from another land invites a young nurse from Mississippi to visit in his country, she was expected to go. Isn't that kidnapping? Marie thought to herself.

"You can't make me go," she said more for herself then for the men sitting on her couch.

"You're right, we can't make you go. We would not force you take up the king's invitation. However, your country would really appreciate it if you considered taking him up on this offer," He smiled at her reassuringly, "You'll be safe you have my word, Miss Summers, The King is a kind man and you will not be treated as a servant or part of a harem."

"I didn't even consider it," she answered a little nervous. Would the government send her to be part of a harem?

"This is a huge honor to be invited by the king himself," Kennedy said, "You would be staying in is famed blue palace, from what I hear it is extraordinary."

Marie sat for a moment and thought, she'd have to call into work they didn't like it when nurse called in on short notice. There was always a lot of women coming in, weather in labor or not and when they were short handed it got dangerous for the soon-to-be mothers, "If I do this I'd need a week or two. I have to arrange things with work."

"Your work will be covered. We have women who will be filling in for you starting tomorrow, if need be." Kennedy answered.

"Okay, so what do I have to do? Do I need to take my work supplies?"

"The only thing you need is to pack, take things for worm, dry weather. I will be accompanying you to El Meca, to assure your safe arrival. Once you are comfortable I will return to Washington. If we leave for the airport in the next hour we can be in El Meca by noon tomorrow."

"Can I call my parents?"

"Yes but we recommend that you don't tell them exactly why you are leaving or where you are going.

An hour later they were on there way to the airport and fifteen minutes after that they were in the air, "Miss Summers I know this is a little over whelming but everything will be alright. Dinner will be served in a few minutes and after that I recommend you try and get some sleep."

Marie could only nod. Dinner was served but Marie couldn't eat. El Meca, she didn't even think she could find it on the map. She'd never even heard about it except for maybe in a history/geometry class once or twice. Everything was so strange, why her? She couldn't sleep even with all the lights in the plane turned off and Agent Kennedy sleeping in the chair across the small isle. Finally after about two hours of worry Marie was able to find a comfortable position to sleep in. When Marie woke up she felt like she'd only been asleep twenty minutes, looking at her watch she saw that she'd slept for a good eight hours. Looking around she found Agent Kennedy had also awoken and was eating an apple and looking out the window. A few seconds later he turned to face her, "Oh, good you're up. We'll be landing quick look out the window before you can't see anymore."

Marie quickly leaned over to look out the window, below she saw an almost white beach with beautiful trees and dunes. Her heart melted looking at it, she loved the beach, "It's gorgeous." She whispered, "Look at the water, it's so clear you can see the sand at the bottom."

"It's one of the most photographed beaches in the world. I don't know a fashion or travel magazine that hasn't had a shoot or two here. I've never seen it myself. Are you ready for landing?"

"As ready as I can be. Is the King meeting us here?" she asked rechecking her buckle.

"No a limo will take us to the palace and once you are settled I will fly out. Did you sleep well?"

"To be honest, I think I could still use another eight hours. I pulled a double shift yesterday and I never recover from those until I've slept at least twelve hours. That's why the schedule us one day on two and a half days off."

"Well I'm sure the King will be willing to let you rest." They touched down with a jerk and Marie's heart started beating harder in her chest. The got off the plane and headed to the waiting car. Marie got in first and Kennedy fallowed her. They rode in silence, Marie stared out the window, it was amazing they drove through the market, there were stands that sold fruit and goods. It was so different from what she knew in Mississippi, she was overwhelmed. Shortly past the market they arrived at a palace, the palace Marie supposed. It was a beautiful sky blue color with ivory white accents, she found herself struggling to breath, "This is beautiful." She said as they got out of the car, large doors had swung open and a group of women came out bowing and ushered them in.

"You will meet the King now," one whispered pointing to a man dressed in traditional dress robes, she guessed it was royal robes.

"Marie, I am King Xavier, welcome to my home." The man said coming forward to greet her. He took her hand in his, "Had my son told me his wife was so beautiful I would have had you come sooner."

"Son? Wife?" she said confused, "You Majesty, I think you have the wrong woman I am not married and I am sure I have never meet your son."

"Oh I'm sure I have the right woman. Here comes my son now," he said looking over her shoulder.

Marie turned around, before her he stood, the man that had brought her world crashing down around her six years before, "Logan?" she was barely able to whisper before she fainted.

Logan rushed to her side and was able to scoop her up before she hit the ground, "Well that went well."