"Miss Blair, time to wake up. Prince Louis will be arriving from his trip soon." Dorota came bustling through Blair's bedroom, opening the curtains and blinding Blair in the process.
"Dorota, my eyes!" She yelled, pulling her satin covers over her eyes in protest.
Blair had been waiting all week for Louis, her boyfriend, to come back from his official business in Paris. She knew that when he'd return, he'd bring her favourite macaroons and she would resume her Princess duties. Because after all; she will be a Princess soon enough.
Once Blair had woken up and had breakfast, she left the Walforf Penthouse to greet her fiancée at the airport.
Louis had told her before he left, that when he returned, they could finally begin planning the wedding. Of course, she'd taken his absence as an opportunity to get out her childhood wedding planner and plan her perfect Princess wedding according to it. As expected, some of the requests she'd written as a child were simply ridiculous, so she would have to rearrange those to her current taste.
Blair was in such a trance imagining the wedding that she hadn't seen Louis come off the private plane and walk towards her.
"Blair, I'm so glad to be back!" Blair woke up from her daydream to see Louis stood in front of her, holding her favourite macaroons as suspected.
"Hello you, I see you returned as the perfect fiancée as always." Blair smiled and leaned in for a kiss. She'd missed this.
"How was Paris?" She asked, both of them walking hand in hand towards the car.
"It was good, you should come next time. My mother and father say hello, and that they can't wait to come here for the wedding."
"Not long now, only a few months to go." Louis opened the door for Blair and both of them got in the car and headed for the Penthouse.
After they'd arrived back at home and greeted each other in a more 'loving' manor, they lay in bed together discussing the upcoming evening.
"So, we need to begin getting ready to go make an appearance at the party tonight. We're already running late." Louis told Blair, getting out of bed and looking around for his suit which Dorota had laid out for him.
"Louis, can't we just stay in bed and watch Breakfast at Tiffany's?" Blair pouted. She'd hoped they could spend more time together before having to resume their duties.
"As much as I'd like to Blair, sadly we have to get on."
"Fine."
Blair left her bed and began to get ready. She knew how Louis hated to be late.
They walked into the party and Blair could see that the evening was going to be a long one. All the guests were middle-aged and boring, as they were at most events they were obligated to attend. Louis was led away and was pulled into a conversation, leaving her alone and bored.
She walked towards the bar, hoping to get a drink to relax her a little, when she saw a man serving who caught her eye. She walked towards the bar and asked him for a drink.
"Do I know you?" She asked.
"I don't recognise you. But I'm Dan, Dan Humphrey. You must be Blair."
"Dan Humphrey… do you write for The New Yorker?"
"I do actually, you read my articles?"
"You're quite talented, I guess. Although, I don't always agree with your opinion."
"Oh, I'm sorry your highness." He laughed, and she suddenly felt belittled.
"Hey, no need to be like that. Although, I guess I am quite an important person." She said proudly, whilst Dan looked and her smiled.
"Well, your highness, it was nice to meet a fan."
"I am most definitely not a fan; I just skim read your articles before getting onto the more educated ones."
"Of course."
My very first Fan Fiction, so be kind! I would love some reviews. This will be an ongoing story, and I hope that you stay put to see where it goes.