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From what she could see he was only small. Slim and short, and if she had to guess she would say he was four inches taller than she was. He wasn't muscular either, although he was symmetrical, which was something she found awfully attractive in men. Another quality she liked in a man, was a low fat body percentage, and she could clearly see this boy was slim and well defined.
She continued to list good qualities about the boy, but came to the sudden realisation that she was gawking at him. She only came to this realisation when he coyly averted his gaze back up to her, looking completely bashful when he noticed her staring. She felt embarrassed for a moment, but pushed her sheepishness aside. This was no time to act shy, she told herself. She finally withdrew her gaze, and noticed he had done the same. Waiting patiently until the last townsmen had spoken and her father had given his last piece of advice, she made her way cautiously towards the boy. Tapping him lightly on the shoulder.
He turned around. Cerulean blue eyes meeting hazel. His mouth hung open in disbelief, that Jemma Simmons, the Princess of England, stood precisely inches away from him.
"I was wondering if we could have a word." She said quietly. Her eyes flickering across his face before searching their surroundings.
"Uh, yeah, yeah, that would be...yeah." He agreed nervously. Berating himself for his trepidatious attitude.
She signalled for him to follow her as she turned to look for somewhere private.
He followed without question, and she admired that. She also admired the brogue Scottish accent of his, which she was not expecting.
Noticing the food court was empty, she gestured for him to go in. She followed, closing the doors behind them.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, eyes drifting between his eyes and the slight bit of stubble growing around his jaw line.
He cleared his throat, encouraging her to explain why she had dragged him back here.
"Oh right, you're probably wondering why I brought you here. Correct?" He nodded, stunned at the fact she had read his mind. She continued. "Well, I-you see-its just that." She groaned in frustration. "Oh god I should have thought this through before storming over to you. Okay I'm just going get on with it. My father, the King, is well...he's dying-"
"Oh god, that's terrible. I'm so sorry-" He began earnestly, before she could interrupt.
"Yes, yes. It's all very sad." She dismissed hastily. "Anyhow, the kingdom will obviously need someone to reign over it. Become the next ruler, or heir to the throne. To-"
"I get the point. The kingdom needs a King and Queen." He stated bluntly. Saving her the explanation.
"Yes, well, you see..since I am a Princess I am expected to be engaged or...more specifically...married, before I am an heiress to the throne." At this his eyebrows rose to his hairline.
"And you-you want me to-"
"To take me across the country in search of someone worthy to be my husband,yes." She finished. Interrupting his stutters, although that wasn't what he had in mind.
"Oh, right. Of course." He nodded emphatically. "And you want me to take you, why?" A crease stretched across her forehead and her eye brows furrowed together. "I mean, not like I'm not flattered or anything..because I am..it's just, don't you have Royal Guards or something to do that? Escort you around?" He hurried in attempts not to upset her.
"Yes, but I want to travel around discretely.." She paused before continuing slowly "...and seeing as you aren't the usual type of...guard, we can go about unsuspected, is all."
"I-usual type of guard?" His face scrunched up. "I-oh-that's just- Is this an insult to my masculinity? Because I am every bit-"
"No! That's not what I meant at all." She interrupted loudly. "What is it with you men? Honestly, if I were to insult you it would be on your intelligence. Not how masculine, or symmetrical you are...which I mean-you are very symmetrical and..." She began to drift before clasping her hands together and beginning again. "Moving on, will you or will you not help me?"
"I...well, what exactly is in it for me?" He dared to ask.
She inquired for his name before explaining. "Well..."
"Fitz." He provided but was met with a scrunched up expression of distaste. "Leopold Fitz." He extended, and her face softened again.
"Well, Fitz. I would be most grateful if you could take me across the land discretely in order to find a suitor, and once found, I shall knight you a Lord..assuming I'm Queen of course. " before adding. "And with that title comes a pretty good price. Plus, you'll have the pleasure of travelling along side me, too, which is a positive for anyone."
"You really do think highly of yourself, don't you?" He asked without thinking.
She gave his arm a light punch. "Is that a yes?"
He paused to think about it for a moment before offering her a boyish smile. "That is an absolute yes." He responded, extending his hand to shake hers.
She shook it, emphatically. Adding "Great!" enthusiastically.
"So, what exactly is the plan? And how do I sneak you out?" He asked. And she pondered it for a moment, before offering him a seat along the large table.
She sat next to him before explaining. "Well, we should probably rest tonight, then at dawn you should come here and fetch me. I'll tell my parents that I'm visiting a festival for the hinds and peasants, father knows I love to do charitable deeds.-"
"The Princess of England, attending a festival for the peasantry. I'm sorry, but that doesn't exactly seem convincing." He interrupted, disbelief expressed clearly on his face.
"Well I can't exactly tell them I'm in search of a suitor, other wise they'll know my intentions are to marry for the thrown."
"Won't it look suspicious if you come back with a bloke? Having not mentioned anything about an engagement before hand and-"
"Alright, alright. This wasn't well thought through, I know, and I'm ashamed since I have one of the most brilliant minds in all of England." She blew out a puff of air before turning to him with excitement. "What if we tell them that I'm already engaged and that I was keeping it from them because..I don't know, I was embarrassed? Ashamed? No, no perhaps I was-"
"Waiting to see if he was the one?" Fitz suggested sheepishly.
"Yes, that's perfect. And I need you to take me to him, discretely because..."
"...his family don't know either?" Fitz suggested yet again.
"Yes. Okay so let's go through the plan one more time." She declared, before listing their adventure.
Half an hour later, they were discussing possible suitors, and unnoticeably finishing each other's sentences.
"Right, right, and we could possibly start the search in Wales? Theirs a Prince there, I think he's unmarried-"
"-and then if that doesn't work out we could try Lord Beaumont-"
"-the only son of Lady and Lord Beaumont who isn't already married-"
"-yes exactly. Then if that doesn't work out we could, I don't know...try Scotland?...any good suitors there?"
"Oh, you assume because I'm Scottish I'm going to know all this?" She raised an eyebrow at his defensiveness. He looked down defeated, before mumbling quietly. "Lord and Lady de Corbeil have two young sons who aren't married, although you'd be pushing your luck, considering they're both half your age..not that you're old or anything it's just-"
"-they're twelve and thirteen years old, yes, I know, Lord de Corbeil has fought alongside my father in many battles." She stated blandly. "Anyway, it's getting late. Perhaps you should come by for me...say...around dawn? That gives us plenty of time to leave and make our way through the villages and towns." She settled but Fitz seemed adamant to leave later.
"Dawn? Bloody hell! Can't we set off a little later?"
"No, we must leave early to be unsuspected. I'll tell my parents I'm arranging to visit my...fiancé and bring him home to be wedded. Surely they'll believe that."
"Fine! But I never knew the King and Queen could be so naive, as to believe that you were engaged all along. Honestly, how did anyone ever trust you people with running this country? Because-"
"Fitz! If you don't leave now I'll make sure you're thrown into the dungeons." She demanded and with a quiet goodbye, Fitz scurried out of the food court and castle. Heading home to get as many hours of sleep as possible.
Jemma took a deep breath. Standing to go and find her parents.
Now all she needed to do was tell them she's engaged. To who? She wasn't quite sure either.
A/N: okay, so what do you think? Is it okay? Again thank you for reading, and I shall try to update soon.
