"What are you waiting for?" Lilly asked impatiently, "It's the night of your bachelorette party and you can spend it with all those screaming girls downstairs or you can run off with your Prince Charming for the night"
Mia chewed on the inside of her lip, clearly at war with herself. Just the thought of Nikolas warmed her to her toes, every look her way, every casual touch left her skin tingling. Her thoughts settled on the archery lesson he gave her and she involuntarily trembled. Tonight she could find out what those hands would feel like running through her hair, gently lifting the hem of her shirt... Mia was at the window before her mind caught up to her feet. When Nikolas met her eyes she almost jumped out the window straight away. A handsome man throwing pebbles at her window was the chief fantasy of her still girlish heart and here he was, the man that made her heart race standing beneath her window with eyes begging her to come down to him. As she opened her mouth to consent, her eye fell upon her engagement ring and she sighed. Andrew was a good man, kind, generous, and able to think on his feet well enough to cover for her clumsy moments. She smiled when she remembered how with only a seconds pause, he too waved a flower pot at everyone so that she wouldn't look too odd. He wasn't near as dashing as the man below her window but he had a few charms and she knew based on their interactions (and some investigative work from Joe) that he would be a good King to the people of Genovia.
Genovia, her country, her people. It was easy to forget them sometimes as she was still quite a new royal, especially in moments like this. Suddenly she realized this is how her father must have felt when he faced the hard decision between love or duty. And she loved Genovia passionately: it was such a wonderful country, and the people, her people accepted her with open arms. Mia pursed her lips in frustration at this thought for she had not quite completely gotten over the news that almost an entire country knew she was a princess before she did. Still, her people needed her and she shouldn't have let herself forget that the man below her window, the man that was the object of many private fantasies, was a rival to her crown and had a snake for an uncle. She feared that if she opened the window any further, she would not be able to control herself so she refused his offer as loudly as she dared, asked Lilly to shut the window, and briskly walked away to her bathroom where she could be alone and away from temptation.
Being a Princess did come with a few perks she thought glumly as she sunk into a large jacuzzi tub a few moments later. The lavender scented bubbles soothed her tense muscles but her thoughts, damn them, kept returning to Nikolas and with no one near enough to hear, Mia added a great many tears to the bath water.