Sitting in a red leather bound chair, Liam wearily sits in his study. He flicks through roughly written notes; law books surrounding him as he scribbled notes down onto a new page.

Since his Coronation, the young King found importance of building Cordonia's entrepreneurial and market value. He received an invitation to an EU summit, hoping that he could stress Cordonia's identity amongst his European neighbours. Investing his time and dedicating it to his motherland distracted him from his own pain.

In the last year and a half; the woman who he adored, who he would have fought life and limb for; broke his heart. A few short months later, the King Father also passed away. Liam was devastated and became somewhat introverted, spending many of his days in his study.

Running his hand through his golden blonde hair, he sighed in frustration as he scrunches up a ball of paper and fires it into a nearby trash can. Rubbing his eyes and face, he glanced at his watch… jumping from his chair, realising he was going to be late and needed to be in Laurentia in two hours.

Laurentia was a small island country off the coast of Spain, a country similar to Cordonia. Liam wanted to broker a treaty with them to ensure that Cordonian goods could be sold and exported through Laurentia with lower tax tariffs.

Boarding his plane, he gets showered and changes into his navy pinstripe suit which emphasised his strong, muscular build. He mulled over his notes and thoughts until they arrived at the Laurentian palace. On arrival, his bags were taken and ushered forward to greet his hosts.

Liam smiled and bowed as he formally met The King and Queen, but something distracted him. There was young woman behind them giving instructions to the staff. The Queen rests her hand on Liam's arm as she shrugs her shoulders laughing; "You must excuse us your Majesty… our daughter, Isabella is preparing for today, so she sends her apologies." Liam laughs in reply, his devilishly handsome smile on display as he grins, sneaking another look at the lady behind them. "Thank you for your generosity and will look forward to discussing some matters with you both." He bows again and is escorted to the summit meeting.

Once seated, he greets his neighbours informally. Cordonia always had strong relations with other kingdoms, something that Liam was proud of. They were interrupted as all members were asked to take their seats. A familiar face walks into his line of view as he raises an eyebrow, a little puzzled. A voice echoes in the hall, "Please rise for your host, Princess Isabella Maria Sanchez of Laurentia". The crowd bow, but Liam does not break eye contact with her as he formally greets her.

As they are seated, he studies her more intensely. Isabella's long dark raven hair cascaded down her back and shoulders caressing her olive coloured skin. She wore a cream silk blouse and emerald green skirt which emphasised her petite curves. Her black glasses that she wore illuminated her warm chestnut brown eyes whilst addressing the crowd so eloquently. Liam became distracted as she spoke, her Spanish dialect was like music to his ears. He hadn't felt like this since first meeting Riley in New York, he was getting a faint feeling of deja vu as he watched her speak.

The crowds disperse and begin to discuss their own agendas. Liam feels a tap against his shoulder. He fixes the lepels in his blazer as he turned. Looking directly at her, Liam feels nervous. Her warm inviting smile relieves him slightly. "Hi Liam… how are you?" He extends his hand to her. Clasping it, she returns his handshake. "I am good Princess Isabella, thank you."

They begin to discuss Cordonian and Laurentian trade deals - the conversation getting rather heated. She raises her voice to him, "I am afraid your Majesty, the calculations provided to you are incorrect. Laurentia cannot and will not make concessions on this matter." His eyebrows furrow, "Explain to me where I have went wrong then?" She rips his papers from him and leans on the table to make the adjustments, wickedly smiling at him "You forgot to carry the 2 percent…" as she handed back his notes. Leaning into him she whispered, "If you want a trade deal like this go speak to him… he has nothing to lose… and would be dumb enough to sign" nodding across to another ambassador - " but I'm not… and I don't think that Professor Nikolas would be too happy with your terrible counting skills…"

He runs his hand through his hair, heartily laughing… "So I take it you went to Cordonia University too?" She laughs - "I had started when you were graduating. I studied Politics and Economics." She warmed to him again, "That's why my father trusted me to host today's summit on his behalf… I must go and attend to our other guests, but I hope to see you at the Gala tonight?"

Liam clears his throat, in awe of this woman. Intelligent, beautiful and so carefree. "Yes, I will be there - I'll speak to you then." Bowing to her she winks at him. Before he can retort, Isabella begins to meet her next guest.

Liam in his entirety could not focus on anything else for the rest of the day other than her. This thoughts went wild as he prepared for the Gala - wondering how soft her skin was, reminiscing over the perfume she wore. She was in his head and he couldn't shake her, a part of him wanted to shut this out, shut out whatever feelings he was having for her. But something yearned for him to know more. This twenty three year old Princess was mystery to him, but a mystery he wanted to crack. How did he not know her, how would he have missed such a beauty on the Social scene?

He called Maxwell. It was well known that the Beaumont's grandmother was a Laurentian noble on their mothers side. According to Maxwell, she was pretty much another Hana Lee, but shied away from her obligated Royal duties as a Princess.

She always wanted to be more involved in the background, but not smiling and waving to crowds everyday. With Isabella being a distant cousin of Maxwell's; chuckling, he offered to put in a good word for him. Liam laughed, "That's not necessary…but thank you."

As he changed into his Royal Tuxedo, he pondered if he truly could open up without the anticipation of being hurt again.