ALRIGHT SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER TRY AT WRITING A PRINCESS DIARIES FAN FIC (I USUALLY WRITE CRIME DRAMAS) BUT I WAS RE-WATCHING THE PRINCESS DIARIES AND WAS STRUCK WITH THIS IDEA. I ALWAYS LOVED ANDREW AND MIA AND I DISLIKED THE WAY THAT ANDREW WAS TREATED. SO THIS IS MY STORY ABOUT HOW MIA AND ANDREW ENDED UP MARRIED AND WHERE THEY GO TO FROM THERE.

Princess Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi stood in her beautiful wedding gown, hair done up in a beautiful up do, make up done to perfection, waiting nervously to marry Andrew Jacoby, Duke of Kenilworth. Her hands were shaking as she listened to the sound of voices in the hall. Her best friend and maid of honour standing beside her trying to calm her, her grandmother was there as well, giving her one final chance to back out of this arrangement. She shook her head, there was no way that she was giving in to the no good Lord Mabrey but she wanted to do this, not only for the throne but for her country, grandmother and her father. It was more of a surprise that Andrew had gone through with this wedding even after everything she had done. She sighed taking a deep breath as Joe stepped out of the cathedral and announced

"They're ready for you now Princess" Mia turned to her guard and trusted friend, nodding her head. She could do this. She could hear the music, there for the bridesmaids and the ring bearer, before it would change for her to walk down the aisle. She thought through everything that had happened in the last month since her return to Genovia. She'd gone from being a single awkward teenager who had newly graduated university to being told she had to find a husband or else she'd lose the throne. Honestly she'd lucked out with Andrew. He was kind, smart, funny and very good looking and he seemed to accept her flaws and all, something that none of her romantic partners had ever done before. And even better Lily approved of him, for once. As did her grandmother and mother. It was a relief really that she had found someone that had been so readily accepted by the women in her life. She felt her grandmother touch her cheek and looked up

"I'm so proud of you Mia. You have made me and your father proud but most of all through it all you have made Genovia proud. Whatever happens today we will be behind you every step of the way" Clarisse told her granddaughter a warm smile gracing her lips.

"I love you gran" Mia said throwing her arms around the monarch.

"I love you too Mia" she said before pulling back as she left to make her way to the seat taking a short cut through the side doors in the cathedral.

Joe stepped out and smiled to her

"How are you feeling princess?" he asked

"Nervous, but so wanting to do this" she told him with a determined look on her face

"To be expected princess" he said and she nodded before throwing her arms around him

"I'm sorry you're leaving Joe" she said and he looked at her slightly taken aback, seeing the puzzlement on his face she answered

"The maids know everything" she said and he nodded. Looking around before speaking

"Well then you must know that it wasn't Lord Nicholas who set you up with the camera crew" he said, now it was her turn to be confused

"How-?" but he cut her off with a smirk

"The maids know everything, princess" he said and she nodded, realising that Nicholas had been telling the truth. But still something was off about him, she may have thought he was charming, but he was also obnoxious and a little too self-assured. No matter how much she despised the idea of an arranged marriage her feelings for Nicholas were never very clear even to herself. At least she could see herself falling in love with Andrew. She smiled at the thought of her and Andrew spending more time getting to know each other, of course there was six months before her coronation date which gave them plenty of time to get to know each other and for them to really find out if they were able to work together harmoniously. She was ready to commit to it, to him and luckily for her that was exactly what was about to happen. Joe placed a hand on her shoulder and asked

"Are you ready princess?" when she nodded he said into his ear piece

"The princess is ready" and with that the doors opened revealing the guests on the other side of the door. She spotted Andrew quickly, and felt the smile spread across as she made her way down the aisle towards him. He looked handsome in his blue Air Force uniform, a grin on his face as he took in the sight of his bride. When she reached the alter, she handed the bouquet to Lily, who beamed proudly at her friend as Andrew took her hand and they made their way up toward the priest. As they walked together the short distance, Andrew leaned down and whispered in her ear

"You look beautiful princess. Are you ready to do this?" he asked. Feeling the blush rise in her cheeks and giving a slight nod she felt the reassuring squeeze to her hand before they finally came to a stop in front of the arch bishop. Who started the vows and wouldn't stop for anything, as a matter he skipped over the bit asking if anyone found the two joining in marriage to be unholy or unworthy and just jumped straight into the rest of the vows. Maybe her grandmother had tipped him off about Lord Mabrey and his quest to get his nephew on the throne, but whatever the reason she was grateful.

It was a beautiful joining and the vows were truly magnificent, as Andrew was told that he could kiss his bride, the crowd erupted into cheers of excitement and when they pulled back, Andrew grabbed her hand and they made their way out of the cathedral out to the royal carriage that would take them back to the palace for their wedding photos, the wedding ceremony wasn't for another couple of hours yet, back at the palace but half the wedding guests would be in the photos and immediate family where to be in the portraits. As they rode back to the palace, waving at the crowds ready to greet their now married princess and the soon to be prince consort. Exiting the carriage back at the palace they were taken to the throne room for the professional portraits, where they would be having the couple photos first before their families joined them. There were some posed ones before the two were allowed to choose their desired poses, most of which were the sappy kind that you saw a lot of on movie posters, but it didn't faze the two.

It was an hour and a half later when they finally joined their guests in the ceremony, which again was beautiful and decorated with such care and poise. They did their traditional dances, their first dance as newly weds, the one where she had to dance with the prime minister of Genovia, father daughter dance, which she danced with her step-father before they started a royal tradition the Genovian Square dance, a truly beautiful dance. Mia was escorted away just before midnight by Bridgette and Bridgetta to change into a more comfortable dress, they also warned her that her bags were packed for their honeymoon which meant that the two were ready to leave as soon as the clock struck midnight, heading straight to the airport so they could catch the special plane from Genovia to America, so that Mia could show him her birth country, something that they had decided would be a good place to visit. As the two made their way to the airport after saying goodbye to their new family and those guests that had stayed the whole night, Mia was now snuggled into Andrews' side dozing quietly. Andrew stared down at his wife, smiling happily, it had been a long day and she deserved to rest.

Arriving at the airport after the ride on the back of the carriage, Andrew stepped out of the carriage and held out his hand for his wife to take. Smiling at the thought I got out of the carriage, hand clasped in my husbands before making my way over to the private jet that was waiting for us. We made our way into the plane seeing that there were at least two guards with us. Two more would be there waiting for us, having flown ahead to make sure preparations at the consulate in San Francisco were adequate. Of course they were going to other places as well while they were on their honeymoon but most of their time would be spent on Mia's old stomping ground. But for now as she sat on one of the two seated couches on the plane, she smiled as Andrew took a seat next to her instead of sitting in another seat. He sat next to her and as if some magnet were pulling her to him she fell onto Andrew, feeling his arms around her as she began to drift off to sleep. The last thing she felt before drifting off was the kiss to her temple before he whispered

"Good night princess".

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!