Only You

A/N: This is my first story on this account, and I'm hoping it's a good first impression. There are, of course, a few things you should know before you read: 1.) I do not own HSM, obviously. 2.) I couldn't come up with a good name for the country that the Montez family rules, so if you have any ideas, please lend them to me. 3.) I have nothing against British people, however, for this story, Gabriella finds those that she is aquainted with snobby. 4.) I do not have a beta, nor do I really care to have one, so please excuse any mistakes and typos. 5.) This is probably not the most original idea in the world, but I was reading a book and was inspired. It's a mixture of modern day and an earlier century culture to make it more interesting, so many things may not seem to fit the time period, but I'm sure you'll all be able to decipher the differences. I think that's it, so enjoy the story!

Summary: The heir to the Montez throne is betrothed to one of Great Britain's wealthiest bachelor's, but a certain blue-eyed boy of lesser status than he has captured her heart. Troyella.

Chapter One: How I Wish You Were Mine

Gabriella's POV

I'm not one to complain (or use profanity), but damn those rich British people are snobby. I've met nicer strangers than my "one and only", as I'm subjected to call him: Sir Callum Francis Bostwick, of Wales. Don't get me wrong, he is extrordinarily handsome, but on the rare occasion that he actually brings himself to speak to me, everything is all about him. His beliefs, his fortune, his opinions on what I do and don't do. Callum was nice when I first met him, when my father announced that we were to be married. He even brought me a broach from his great-grandmother, a very celebrated and important tradition in his family. Now that our wedding is approaching, he has been very selective with his thoughts around me. It's as if he is marrying me to gain my royal status. He's not the type of man I would have chosen to marry, but by law, my father must choose for me. No, he's not the man I would have chosen at all. I would have chosen someone more...more like...more like Troy Bolton.

Troy Alexander Bolton, my father's horse keeper.

Troy Alexander Bolton, the man my father would strongly disapprove of me loving.

Troy Alexander Bolton, my one true love.

"Miss Gabriella, I do believe you look even more beautiful than ever tonight," Lyla whispered in a hushed tone as she adjusted the hem of Gabriella's dress on the night of her eighteenth birthday celebration.

"Thank you, Lyla, darling," Gabriella replied, smiling warmly at her. Lyla was Gabriella's servant. She was also her best friend. They had been friends since they were seven years old, and now that they were older, Lyla was obliged to be a servant to the young heir to the Montez throne. "You're very kind."

"Miss Gabriella, may I give you your present before the party?" Lyla asked timidly. It was rude in their culture to ask a favor of your mistress. However, such a question wasn't truly considered a favor in Gabriella's eyes.

"Of course you may, Lyla. You needn't ask such a question."

Flustered, Lyla reached into the pocket of her own dress and pulled out a small box. "I'm sorry, it's not much. I couldn't afford anything more than this," she said quickly, apologetically.

Gabriella excused the question with a flick of her wrist and gently untied the pink ribbon from the box. She lifted the lid and stared at the small, sparkling crystal unicorn that lay on a bed of cotton. She gasped in delight. "Lyla, this is the figurine we saw on our trip to the city! How did you get it without my seeing?"

Lyla blushed and replied, "Well, while you were waiting for me to use the ladies' room, I bought it. I knew you'd love it."

"Of course I love it," Gabriella replied. "It's the perfect gift. Thank you."

Lyla's head snapped up when she heard the words of thanks flow from Gabriella's lips. It was rare for the mistress to thank her servant. "Why, you're welcome, Miss Gabriella. Now come, I can't let you be late to your own party."

Gabriella smiled and followed her friend toward the Grand Staircase to begin the party.

"Happy Birthday, Miss Gabriella," was the chorus that was heard throughout the Ballroom of the Montez Mansion, formerly known as the Montez Castle. Gabriella finally stepped to the main floor of the room. She waved and blew kisses to her guests.

"Thank you, everyone," she said in her most grown-up voice. She had to sound like a true Princess, someone who wanted to take on the throne at the passing of her father and mother. "You are all very kind to show up." She stepped up to her first guest of the evening, the Grand Duchess of Wales. "Thank you for taking time out of your precious schedule to attend my party, Ma'am," she said shyly. She had always looked up to the woman that stood before her, but she'd been afraid to mention this fact to anyone but Lyla.

"You're welcome, dear one," the Grand Duchess replied. She kissed Gabriella's cheek gently. "You're going to make a wonderful Queen someday."

"Thank you," Gabriella said again before moving down the line of guests. She was required to greet and thank each one. All seven-hundred and twelve of them. She sighed. This would be a long night.

Finally, finally, the evening was over, and Gabriella curtly took a seat on one of the many chairs that were strewn about the Ballroom. She fidgeted nervously with the frills on her dress as she waited for her final guest to arrive. The guest she had wished for most throughout the evening hadn't been permitted to attend the party because he was the horse keeper. She had asked him to please come to the Ballroom as soon as the last of the royal guests had gone, and as soon as he was sure that everyone in the house was asleep. He had promised to do so, and so she sat, waiting for him to come through the door.

She heard footsteps and looked up, her hopes rising with her eyes. When she saw the man who'd walked in, her heart fell to her stomach. "Gabriella," the man said, his voice husky. "I have been waiting for us to be alone."

"Callum," she acknowledged his presence. "Is there something you need?"

"I was hoping for a dance with my future Queen," he replied with a shrug. "Why else would I come after everyone else has departed?"

"Callum, I am very tired tonight. I don't feel like dancing." To herself, she thought, especially not with you. "Could we dance at a later date? Like on our wedding day?" She looked down in thought. "I mean, I want our first real dance to be on our wedding day," she added quickly. She didn't want to make it obvious that she'd rather dance with another man. Her father would have Troy banned from the Montez property if he found out, and so she must keep their relationship very secretive.

Callum nodded gruffly and turned to leave the room. "Of course," he said. "Of course, our first dance will be in bed," he murmured.

Gabriella's face flushed bright red and she swallowed hard. She knew that she must sleep with him as soon as they were married, but she preferred not to think of it any too soon. "Goodnight," she called after him, hopefully loudly enough to signal that the coast was clear for Troy.

Sure enough, as soon as Callum's horse could be heard galloping away, Troy's footsteps entered the Ballroom. "Gabriella?" he whispered.

"Troy?" she called into the darkness. She watched anxiously as his figure approached her. "Oh, Troy," she exclaimed quietly as she ran into his arms. "Oh, how I've missed you." He'd picked her up and was spinning her in a circle at this point, and she leaned up to kiss him tenderly and passionately. "I love you." This last sentence was whispered in a hushed tone.

"I love you, too, Gabriella," the twenty-five year old man whispered into her ear. The small bits of rough stubble on his face rubbed against the side of her face as she nuzzled it into the crook of his neck. "So very much. Happy Birthday."

She smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "I'm at my happiest when I'm with you," she said.

"As am I when I'm with you," he replied. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek softly. "Would you like your present?"

"You got me a present?" she asked, surprised. "I thought you were my present."

"Of course not, Miss Gabriella." With one hand, he grasped her hand, turning it over and prying her fingers open so that he could place her gift inside. He pulled something small from his pocket with his other hand and pressed the small gold chain into her palm. She looked down at the small heart-shaped locket and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh, Troy, it's beautiful," she whispered. She unhooked the tiny latch and opened the locket, revealing a tiny picture of Troy and a small inscription that read, 'I'll always be right here, close to your heart. TAB.' "It's just perfect," she added. She held it out to him. "Would you be so kind as to put it on for me?" she asked innocently. He smirked and took the locket as she held her hair away from her neck. His warm fingers brushed along the soft, supple skin there as he latched the chain around it and she shivered in response. She turned in his arms and faced him, her lips meeting his in a soft kiss. "Do you think we could have some privacy?" she asked, glancing toward the door. He nodded and picked her up, heading out into the darkness toward the stables.

Once they were inside, he lit one of the lamps and carried it to one of the stalls. He waited patiently as Gabriella stripped down to her nightgown, which she had slipped on when Lyla had been fiddling with the hem of her dress. "Troy," she said shyly.

He turned and took her in with his eyes. "You're beautiful," he said. A blush crept up her cheeks, and he smiled as he laid her back into one of the piles of hay in the stall. He kissed her neck hungrily as he finished undressing her, watching timidly as she unbuttoned his shirt. "May I have permission to make love with you, Miss Gabriella?" he asked huskily.

She nodded, and his hands roamed to her hips, lightly tickling them with his fingers. She captured his lips with her own and pulled him closer to her. "Please, Troy. And don't waste any time," she begged. She knew this kind of behavior was considered unacceptable in her father's eyes, but her love for Troy overruled her good judgment at that moment in time. He placed soft kisses along her jaw and down towards her neck before moving his lips to the valley of her breasts. He placed a kiss there and then moved back up to kiss her lips as he removed his pants. Her legs wrapped around him tightly as he he slowly pushed into her, and she moaned against his neck, where she had rested her face. He picked up his pace little by little, not wanting to hurt her in any way, shape or form. "I love you," she panted, her fingers lacing through his hair. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Gabriella," he replied as he continued to make love to her. Soon they were lying side by side in the hay, breathing heavily as they tried to regain their normal heart rates. He kissed her softly and brushed her hair away from her face so that he could look at her. Her beautiful angelic face, glowing in the light from the lamp. The beautiful face that, although loved him, could never be his. He sighed as he saw a tear fall gracefully from one of her eyes. It was evident that she'd been thinking the same about him. There was nothing he could do now but comfort her, and try to make her understand why they couldn't be together publicly. Her father would probably have him killed if he found out through the grapevine that his horse keeper was secretly sleeping with his daughter. He kissed away the tear and whispered the only words he could find.

"How I wish you were mine, Gabriella, how I wish you were mine."

What do you think? Yay or nay? Please don't be too harsh, I have sensitive feelings. However, do tell me if you think I should continue writing or not. Thank you for reading! (: