Author's note: Hi people! I hope that you've liked the first chapter of my story, and I hope you like this chapter. every characters are mine as well as the cities, so please don't take them! But please review!

thank you, VampireLadii2

Chapter 2:

The glow of the bright, morning sun made Emily wake up. She stretched, yawned, threw on a sapphire blue dress –though it was rare to even see her in one- and made her way down the brightly lit corridor and down the stairs.

Emily's sharp ears heard voices in the library, one of the voices was her mother's, but the other's were unrecognizable. She tip-toed to the closed doors of the library and pressed her ear against the cool wood.

"It's a surprise to see you here, my friend," her mother said, "but what brings you to my kingdom?"

"I heard that your lovely daughter had returned, Zahra," Replied a deep, friendly voice, "and I wanted my son to meet her, since they haven't seen each other in years."

"Excellent point, Lord Dante," her mother laughed, "let me see if she's awake and decent."

"No need, your majesty," a voice spoke up, "she's standing outside the doors, listening to our conversation."

The doors suddenly flew open and Emily looked into the hazel eyes of a young man about her age. He was much taller that her by about five or six inches. His bleached hair was haloed by the light of the sun, but his expression was unreadable. His clothes looked like they were made of silk and his red cape hung limply behind him.

A smile flexed slowly onto his face, then disappeared. He bowed gracefully and moved out of the way so Emily could enter the library.

The library had large windows that nearly reached the ceiling with burgundy drapes. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a meeting table sat in front of one of the large windows.

Seated in one of the comfortable chairs was a man in his mid-forties or early fifties. His long, silvery-white beard reached the center of his chest, and his long, silvery-white hair flowed down his back; His eyes were sea foam green, and a gold crown with a large, round ruby rested on his head.

"Emily," his said, green eyes twinkling, "my my, you look just like your mother here! But I suspect that you act like you father, no? But the last time I saw you, you were about seven!" He pointed a strong hand at the young man beside Emily, "this is my son Simon, you two created so much chaos. But you probably don't remember me," he stood, took one of Emily's hands, and kissed it, "I'm Lord Dante, King of Vamporair."

"Dante," Zahra coughed, "I think we should let Emily eat her breakfast before she passes out on us." The queen flicked her eyes to Emily and smiled, "I'll see you in the dining hall, dear. But first, would you like to join us, Dante?"

Lord Dante laughed heartedly, "no my dear Zahra. Sadly, Simon and I must return to Vamporair. But why not let Simon walk Emily to the dining hall as we talk a little longer?"

Her mother's eyes brightened and she nodded, "you remember where the dining hall is right, Simon?" she asked.

Simon nodded and followed Emily out and down a hallway.

"It's been a while, Emily," he muttered softly, "how old are you now? 16? 17?"

"19," Emily corrected, she looked up and caught Simon's golden eyes watching her. His eyes flicked away and his gentle features hardened, eyes narrowed, bleach brows knitted together, and his thin nostrils flared.

Emily looked down the hall and saw Billy walking towards them. His hands were clenched together and he looked like that he was ready to knock someone out. Emily felt Simon's elbow nudge her gently in the ribs, indicating to move over some. But at first glance, Billy sharply took a right and stormed out of sight.

"Princess,"

The familiar voice calmed Emily and she turned to see Heather hustling after them.

"Heather, what's with the worried look?" Emily asked jokingly.

Heather narrowed her dark eyes, "you weren't in your room and I thought someone had kidnapped you." Heather stared at Simon and whispered, "Your Majesty."

Simon nodded slightly and turned to Emily, "I'll leave you to Heather, but promise me something."

"Sure," Emily shrugged, "I'll do anything."

Simon leaned in till their noses were almost touching, he glared into her blue eyes seriously and said, "Stay away from Billy Madison. He's dangerous, Em. Promise me that you'll stay away from him." His breath was gentle and it was almost like a cold breeze brushing her face.

"I promise," Emily squeaked, "but why is he dangerous?"

His eyes hardened and he straightened himself, "I can't tell you now, but I'll tell you later." He ran a cool, narrow hand across her cheek and retreated back to the library.

After his form was barely noticeable, Emily turned to Heather with a grin.

"Emily," Heather pleaded, knowing what the princess was going to do. "Did you not hear what Prince Simon said? Billy's dangerous!"

Emily's grin widened, "he did say that, didn't he? But, who said I didn't have my toes crossed?" Heather gasped and Emily skipped down the hall.

"But you don't know what Billy can do! What if he hurts you? I'll get blamed!"

"That's when I'll blame it on Simon."

"You can't!"

"Who says," Emily questioned, "that I can't blame it on someone that told me NOT to go near that person?"

Heather threw her hands in the air, "that's it! I give up! Do what you want to do, Emily! But if Billy hurts you, don't come crying to me!"

"Don't worry," Emily giggled, "I have it all planed out." And with that, the two girls walked to the dining hall.

After a nice, hot breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, hash browns and strawberry short-cake, Emily searched high and low for Billy. But after thirty minutes of searching in the castle, she gave up and went out to the garden.

The morning sun warmed her skin and a stray breeze lifted a strand of hair off her shoulder. The garden was filled with a variety of flowers from Striped Wintergreen to Red Roses. The pond was filled with Fragrant Water Lilies and Water Hyacinths; and moonfish swam around under the clear surface of the water.

Following the stone path, Emily strolled along and gazed at the bright flowers. The sound of the fountain hummed in her ears, but stopped five feet away when she noticed Billy sitting on the edge of the fountain. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was listening to his surroundings. Emily gathered all her courage and walked up to Billy's relaxed figure.

As she approached, Billy turned his head in her direction and stared at her with shock.

"Billy," Emily said, thinking of what to say, "I know we got off on a bad start, but I'd like to get to know you better, and I'd like it if we can be friends."

"Friends?" Billy scoffed, "what princess makes friends with her servants?"

Emily narrowed her blue eyes, "I'm not like all the other princesses."

"Oh really," Billy said, raising a black brow. "Name one thing that you do different."

"The one thing that I do different," Emily started, "is that I treat every servant with respect, and I treat them like normal beings. Their not animals that you can just push around."

Billy clapped his strong hands and smiled, "bravo, Princess, bravo. Maybe we can be friends." He patted the empty seat beside him, and Emily sat next to him. They talked about hobbies, family, favorite things to do, and before Emily knew it, it was like she knew Billy like the back of her hand.

"I'm going out tomorrow," Billy said, looking at Emily with chocolate brown eyes, "so if you want, you can come with me."

"Depends on where you're going."

"I'm going hunting in the woods next to the palace," Billy replied, pointing towards the southwest. "The queen wants me to hunt down a Puma that's been killing the sheep in town."

"And you want me to go with you?" Emily muttered, "sorry, but that's at the bottom of my death list."

Billy chuckled and rose to his feet; he then held out a hand and helped Emily to her feet.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Princess," Billy said before he turned and walk away. Once he was out of sight, Emily did a little victory dance.

And you said he was dangerous, Simon, she thought sourly, but like the saying goes 'never judge a book by its cover.'