WOW! The response for this story totally made my day! Thank you all so much! That's the reason why I'm updating tonight! Now I want to remind you that this story is AU… Not Glee high school or the Puckleberry we fell in love with in Glee. These two are different. Maybe you'll see a little bit of the characters in them but still it's AU. I'm sorry if it's weird. I'll do my best to make it up to you throughout the story.
Mistakes are mine… I don't owe anything so don't sue.
Enjoy!
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Rachel and the Prince finished dancing and he gave her a kiss on the cheek for show of course and a couple of guys pulled him to the side while Rachel walked towards the balcony needing a break from all of it.
As she rested her elbows against the cement railing she heard heels behind her.
"It was a beautiful ceremony."
Rachel looked over her shoulder at the Queen and smiled. "It was."
"I know this is a lot for you to take in but I want to thank you again for this."
Rachel nodded.
"My son is a lot to handle and he is quite conceited but I love him so much. I honestly don't care if he is gay bisexual or whatever but the King does."
"So you don't agree with this?"
"An Arranged marriage? No but then again it turned out to be the best thing that happened in my life." The Queen smiled at her.
Rachel laughed softly and nodded in agreement. "Thank you for taking me in."
"You are a wonderful young woman Rachel."
"Thank you again."
The Prince walked out and saw his mom and new wife laughing and whispering.
"What's going on?" asked the Prince. His smile fake towards Rachel who in return rolled her eyes then he smiled at his mother as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Girl talk," the Queen said. "I have to get back to our guests. Try to have a decent conversation you two."
The Queen walked away and the Prince eyed Rachel suspiciously which she didn't appreciate.
"What?" she asked annoyed.
"What's going on with you and my mother?"
"It's none of your business," she turned so she could face straight ahead.
"I demand you tell me." He said sternly.
"No," she scoffed.
He glared at her. "Now that you are my wife you have to do what I tell you."
She looked at him with hatred in her eyes. "I have to do nothing of the sort. That was not part of the contract."
"Listen you b…"
"No you listen. I married you because I was desperate, you married me because you love to party a ridiculous amount and apparently that is not a good image for the future King. So you better get something straight. Don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot do because then you have another thing coming," she finished talking and her chest heaved.
"No one has ever dared talked to me like that," he glared at her.
"Well, there's a first time for everything dear," she smirked. She looked him up and down watching his body language and his physic and raised and eyebrow.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"You don't look gay," she said.
He scoffed. "Not that is any of your business but it happens when you drink to much."
"That's your excuse?" she scoffed.
"Oh please. I like to party. There's nothing wrong with that. Who are you to judge?" he glared pissed that he had to defend his stupidity. Shut up he knows its stupid to party the way he does.
She rolled her eyes. "Come on. We have to join our guests. Remember we love each other and can't keep them waiting."
He watched in awe as his wife walked away from him. She was definitely not like the other girls who fawned over him once they would find out who he was. This was going to be a very interesting and frustrating year between the two and he was dead set against making her life a living hell or at least make her uncomfortable in any way possible in private of course.
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Once the guests had left, Rachel and the Prince headed to their palace in a private town car with tinted black windows. On the ride where she was going to be living for a whole year, her and the prince were ignoring each other. She didn't need to talk to him because her job was already done. They got married. Now she had to wait until they have to go out to greet the people and do whatever the hell royalty did.
Her eyes widened in amazement as the town car arrived to the palace. She was in awe and loved the outside and exterior of the place. She wondered how the inside looked.
The palace was not at all like Rachel had imagined. Instead of a huge palace in the middle of all the chaos and tourists in Africa, it was a small-secluded cozy private palace by the beach. She couldn't wait to go and tan and enjoy the ocean.
When they got out of the car, there were six servants greeting them and Rachel smiled recognizing one of them.
"I'm glad you're here."
"Welcome home Miss," Abria smiled.
"Why are you talking to the servants as if they were your friends?" he asked haughtily.
"Because she is my friend," she said annoyed.
The Prince rolled his eyes and walked inside when one of the servants opened the door for them.
Rachel shook her head and walked inside as well. "Thank you," she said politely to the man holding the door.
Rachel looked around not wanting to miss any detail of the beautiful small palace she would be living in for the next year. She changed in her room and when it was time for dinner, she joined the Prince.
It was a long table at least for twelve people to sit but it was only Rachel in one end and the Prince in the other. She tried making the best of it but he was making it extremely difficult. They were eating in silence and the Prince would snap at the servants if they did something wrong. To her eyes they didn't.
She scoffed. "You don't have to be so rude."
The prince rolled his eyes and glared at her.
Rachel was annoyed and got up from the table. "Abria thank you for this. Tell Ellee that the meal is fantastic but from now on I'll be eating in my room alone."
"Where are you going?" he asked shocked of her attitude.
Rachel ignored him and he got up pushing the chair away making it crash with the wall while he crossed his arms.
"I asked you a question!" he yelled a little bit.
She started to walk away but before she left the room she looked over her shoulder and glared at him.
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Days later, Rachel walked down the palace and ended up in a library. As soon as she walked in, she noticed the decoration and it reminded her of Beauty and the Beast. She looked around and caressed some of the bookshelves and even some of the books. After taking it all in, she sighed and walked out closing the two doors behind her.
As she walked the path to her room, she stopped in various rooms and couldn't help but smile. One room was dedicated to only portraits of the past royal families and that made her wonder if she was going to be in this room even if she was only going to be married for a year.
The next room she went into was sort of like an arts and craft. There were so many fabrics and tools and anything she remembered seeing in a Michael's or Joanne store. If she was bored enough, she might even come in here and work on something.
The next room she didn't know how she had missed it before because it was sort of like a bachelors entertaining place. She wondered if the Prince used this room a lot. There were two pool tables, a bar on the right wall, and a couple of small round tables for four. There was also a sound system by the corner and it looked kind of professional.
But the thing that shocked her the most was the stage with a stripper pole right in the middle. Her eyes widened and then she shivered thinking how disgusting that was. She hoped it was clean. Yet deep down inside she always wondered how it would feel to dance that way. She shook her head and walked away closing the door behind her hoping she would never have to go in there unless someone was dying.
She couldn't believe what a treasure this palace was and she was pretty sure the Prince didn't appreciate it as much since he was raised and used to this world.
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Three days had passed and they hadn't spoken to each other since the unfortunate dinner. She figured he stayed in his side of the palace entertaining his friends and she would just take walks by the beach or read by the pool.
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It was a beautiful day so Rachel decided to take a swim in the beach. She didn't know how much she missed the beach until she got in. She hadn't been to the beach since she could remember. She never had the money for transportation or she was to tired to even try and go after long days making ends meat.
Abria always went with her to the beach of course. She helped carry Rachel's stuff, even when Rachel insisted she didn't need help but Abria stood her ground.
So after Rachel insisted that Abria relax and read a book or something, she finally went to the water to clear her mind.
Then after a swim, Rachel put on a cover up around her waist while Abria opened the umbrella and they began to walk down the beach.
The Prince had been watching from the palace and then turned around back inside.
"Abria?" Rachel asked.
"Yes miss?"
"How long have you known the Prince?" she asked looking straight ahead.
"Let's see I started when I was 15 and was Mali's servant so that makes it 11 years."
Rachel looked at Abria and then straight ahead once again. "I don't like the word servant."
"I'm sorry miss."
"It's okay Abria. Let's just say you worked for Mali."
Abria smiled. "Okay."
"So why are you working for me now?"
"Because Mrs. Mali insisted that I keep you company."
"Wow, that's… well I'm honored Abria. Thank you!" Rachel smiled.
"You are most welcomed miss." Abria smiled. "We should head back it's getting late and I'm helping Ellee with dinner tonight. Is that alright miss?"
"Of course Abria. Please don't ever be afraid to speak your mind around me. I understand if you can't around them but you can trust me."
"Thank you miss."
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Rachel was in the kitchen with the help baking cupcakes and brownies. This was a Friday tradition since the moment she came to the palace. She dipped her finger in the chocolate bowl frosting and licked it. "Mmm this taste really good guys. Great job!"
The Prince walked in with a scowl on his face. "We leave tomorrow to America be ready before noon." He left without letting Rachel give an answer.
It had been two months since they had gotten married and they never spoke to each other unless absolutely necessary.
"Yes dear," she said sarcastically to no one and in return the help tried hiding his or her laugh.
"Miss we should start packing," Abria said.
"Okay. Thank you everyone. You are welcomed to take them back to your families."
"Thank you miss," Rachel heard throughout the kitchen she smiled and walked out with Abria.
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"What should I wear?" she asked looking through her walking closet.
"The Queen sent a lot of new clothes for you she thought you might like. It's not too conservative. I think it's almost your style."
Abria said as she showed the clothes to Rachel.
"They are beautiful."
"In did miss."
"All right, let's do this."
TBC
Don't kick my butt please I promise they will be together in the end but it's going to be a process ;p until next time!
