I decided to post the next chapter too because I was so touched by the reviews I got for Chapter one. I thank all again and hope you like this chapter. On with the story!


Prince Gilbert?

Mizuki sighed

"I should've just returned to my room."

She had been walking around the Palace but had not found anything exciting. All she had managed to do was get herself lost.

"What do I do? Should I look for brother? But I don't want to disturb him and King Sano. Would it be okay for me to go to Queen Kyoko? But that would just be embarrassing. Hey, there is someone else I know in this place other than King Sano and Queen Kyoko. But…"

Just then, someone rushed past Mizuki.

"Hey, wait!" Mizuki called out.

The person stopped and turned around. It was a beautiful girl who looked not much older than herself. She had long light brown hair and matching light brown eyes. She was wearing a beautiful dress.

"She's pretty," Mizuki thought to herself, "I didn't know King Sano had a daughter."

"Uh… hello. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you or anything, but I'm lost. Could you tell me how to get to Prince Gilbert's room?" Mizuki asked.

"Oh, hi. I'm not sure I can help you. I got here just a few days ago. I think…." The girl frowned. "Oh, that's right," the girl clapped her hands together, "You have to go straight, then turn left, go straight again and you'll find a staircase. Go up, turn right, go straight and you'll find a huge door to your left. Go through the door and you'll be in Prince Gilbert's room," the girl finished.

Mizuki looked confused. "Er… thanks."

The girl smiled brightly at Mizuki.

"You're welcome."

Then she gasped.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go. I hope I can see you again soon," the girl called back to Mizuki as she ran away.

"I hope I didn't delay her too much," Mizuki thought, "I wonder where she was going in such a hurry."

"Okay," Mizuki told herself firmly, "I have something to do, too. I will find his room."


About twenty minutes later, Mizuki stood outside a large wooden door. The door was magnificently carved and decorated with gold. Mizuki just stood there and stared at the door. Then shaking her head furiously to snap herself out of her reverie, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

But no reply came.

She knocked again.

Still no answer.

Mizuki began to think that Prince Gilbert had gone out. She pushed the door, and to her surprise, it just swung back.

Suddenly, she felt nervous. Was it all right for her to just walk into someone's room without permission? Even if it was her fiancé's room, was it okay for her to do this?

"But I can't stop now. I need help. I'll just check if he's in. If he's not, I'll leave," Mizuki decided and stepped into the room. The door swung closed.

It was a humungous room. It was even bigger than her room back at the Sakura Kingdom. There were tall windows on one side of the room with navy-coloured curtains. There was a bookshelf on the other side filled with thick books. Next to it was table and a chair. In the centre of the room was a small table. There was a sofa next to it. In another corner of the room was a huge bed. It too had navy-coloured sheets.

Only after she had taken another step into the room did she notice that there was someone on the bed. She almost screamed out in surprise.

"I didn't think of the possibility that Prince Gilbert could be asleep," she thought.

Mizuki just stood there, wondering what to do.

"This is not right. I should leave before Prince Gilbert wakes up and finds me in his room."

Mizuki turned around to go, but stopped halfway and looked at the person on the bed.

"I wonder what Prince Gilbert looks like. It wouldn't hurt to just take a little peek, would it?" Mizuki asked herself.

She turned back to the bed and took a deep breath. Then she tiptoed to it and stood beside the bed.

With her heart beating fast, she leaned over Prince Gilbert. Some of her hair fell on his face but she ignored them and stared at his face. He had a good face; a really good face. He had dark hair that looked really thick and made her want to run her fingers through them. It took her a lot of willpower to stop herself from reaching out and brushing his hair out of his face. In fact, she would have done just that if the moment she had raised her hand he hadn't moved. But that's what he did. His eyes opened to reveal the darkest eyes she had ever seen. They were beautiful and she felt herself drowning in them.

She saw his mouth open and in the deepest voice she had ever heard, he asked, "Who are you?"


Well, they finally met. What do you think? Like it?