This FanFiction chapters 1-27 were written by Breebh14. I Emilie Brown have adopted this story from her and State that chapters 1-27 are hers. Chapter 28 and up belong solely to me! :D
Guardians Will Never Fail You
"Hello mama," I said bitterly.
"Rose sit up straight!" Janine Hathaway commanded, "You're a princess!"
"We're on a private jet, no one but the guards can see us!"
"Speaking of guardians," my mother said, "when we arrive in Italy you have to pick one."
"WHAT? Mama I'm twenty-five, I don't need someone to protect me!"
"You just moved to California, and you require plenty of protection. All of the guardians are your age Rose."
"I don't want this."
"It is what your father would have wanted."
That shut me up. My father, Abe Mazur, died in Los Angeles twenty years ago. He was where I got my American roots. My mother is Queen Janine Hathaway of Italy. Her parents were the king and queen of Italy before her, and because it was tradition, I am next in line.
My full name is Rose Hathaway-Mazur. Because I am Italian and American, my dark brown hair goes to my waist. I am currently five foot seven and have dark brown eyes that turn black when I am angry. I have healthy curves that any girl would kill for and men flirt with me all of the time. If you asked me, I would say that I was hot.
My mother pays for my new house in LA, and she pays all of my bills. The house has seven bedrooms with bathrooms, four single bathrooms, two dining rooms, three kitchens, four living rooms with fireplaces, a movie theater, a music room, three garages, and an inside pool and Jacuzzi.
Everyone tells me that I am living the dream, but I'm not. I still have a job even though I don't have any bills, and being a princess doesn't help my life at all. My mother pesters me about living in the palace, but I'm too hyper to do delicate princess stuff all day. In other words, the palace is boring. The only thing interesting in Italy is the scenery.
Six hours and eight iced coffee lattes later, the jet landed in Italy.
"Come on Rose, we have to go to the palace now! Being late leaves a bad impression!" my mom lectured.
"Yes mama." I huffed.
The limo sat outside of the jet. The driver opened the door when I approached it.
"Good afternoon Princess."
"Anything but when I'm with my mom Jeff."
The drive to the palace was quiet. I listened to my ipod while my mom talked on her phone. When we arrived at the palace, I sighed in relief. I was finally able to get some sleep-
"Rose, we have to pick your guardian now!" my mom yelled, "I guess you'll have to stay in what you're wearing."
"I just want to go to sleep! My outfit is perfectly fine!"
I was wearing a red shirt that said 'DON'T MESS WITH THE PRINCESS' in black, a black miniskirt, and black stilettos. I followed my mom into the palace wearing a frown. When we reached the meeting room, she faced me.
"Do you remember what I told you?" she said.
"Separate them by what I am and start from there."
"Amanda," my mother said, calling her assistant, "how many men are in there?"
"Twenty-one your highness." Amanda replied, putting on my tiara.
"I have to wear the tiara?" I questioned my mother.
"Yes Rose," my mom answered, "let's go."
We entered the room and twenty-one men immediately bowed. My mom went into the interview room while I addressed the group.
"Okay," I said, "I need Italians on the left and Americans on the right."
The men went to their assigned spots, but one stood in the center. I walked over to him.
"I guess that you aren't Italian or American?"
"No your highness," he replied in a deep accented voice, "I am Russian."
I studied him. He had deep chocolate brown eyes and a shaved chin. His dark brown hair went to his shoulders. He was taller than I was, with stilettos on I still could not look directly in his eyes. I noticed that his arms were muscular but not too thick. In my definition, this man was hot!
"What is your name?"
"Dimitri Belikov."
"Well Dimitri," I said, "it looks like you're first, follow me."
Dimitri simply nodded, so I walked into the interview room.
"You can sit down if you want to."
Dimitri sat on a chair and I went to sit next to my mother. I began to ask the questions.
"What is your full name?"
"Dimitri Belikov."
"When were you born?"
"July 13, 1986."
"No way, my birthday is the day before yours."
"Great."
"Where were you born?"
"Russia."
"Are you married?"
"Is that question on the paper?" Dimitri wondered.
"It is now." I winked.
"Not yet." he said, winking back.
I blushed. "Do you have any tattoos?"
"No."
"Do you have any hobbies?"
"I like to sing, read, and swim."
"Would you ever have sexual intercourse with my daughter?" my mom interrupted.
"MAMA!" I screamed, horrified. "I apologize for her."
Dimitri's mouth hung open. "Umm…"
"Well would you?" my mother pressed.
"This is embarrassing!" I complained.
"I'd have to say yes." Dimitri answered.
My mom stared at Dimitri, Dimitri stared at me, and I blushed once again.
I spoke first. "Dimitri you can go back to the meeting room. I'll say who my guardian is at the end of the interviews."
Dimitri nodded and left the room.
"Mom I choose him."
"What?"
"He sounds fun; I don't want a boring guardian! I bet Dimitri will be the most honest man here. The others will just tell us what we want to hear."
"What's wrong with that?"
"It means that they're not real."
"We'll see."
We interviewed the other twenty men, asking them the seven questions that we had asked Dimitri. At least half of the Italians were dating someone, and some of the Americans were married. I didn't want to endanger a man who had someone that loved them at home. That left eight men. Six of them had weird hobbies like making honey or collecting coins. The two men left over were Dimitri and Anthony Davis.
"I think we should go with Anthony." my mom said.
"Mama, when I asked him why he had a long scar on his cheek, he said that he had gotten it from a knife. I'd be afraid to go to sleep with him in my house!"
"Okay."
"Then Dimitri it is."
I walked into the meeting room.
"Hey!" I yelled. "Dimitri Belikov, you are my new guardian. Thank you all for coming."
The men filed out of the door as Dimitri followed me up the stairs to the bedrooms.
"Here's the plan." I told him. "We're spending the night here and in the morning we're going to California. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Your room is next to mine. We'll learn more about each other tomorrow morning. Good night."
"Good night Princess." Dimitri replied. He opened his door and walked into his room.
I stared at his butt; it was too cute to not look at. I went into my room, put on my sports bra and booty shorts and went to bed.
To be Continued
