Chat Blanc looked at Chloe. Her blonde hair curled, and her blue eyes stared in his own.

"You need to kill Mari." She said matter of factly.

"I'm marrying her. Stop me." He grinned, "d'you want Daddy to hear?"

"No, but-"

"Then don't call for me again otherwise I'll rat you out to your father, do you understand?"

"But-" She started again.

"No buts. Are we clear?"

The blonde nodded.

And gulped.

"Crystal."

When he saw her, she looked stunning. She wore a simple, cotton white dress, but he looked beautiful.

"My God..."

"Blanc..." She whispered, looking at him. She was in his arms.

He was happy with her.

Marinette listened to the whole ceremony, silent but sure. She held him close, and he didn't stand the fact he was lying to her.

"You may now kiss the bride." He kissed her passionately. She gasped at his gentleness, and breathed in sharply. He caressed her cheek, smiling slightly.

"Blanc..." She murmured. She didn't know him, yet felt like she knew him perfectly. Her eyes widened.

He was Adrien.

Her Adrien.

It was a sunny afternoon. The princess wore a red dress. Her mother and father were still alive, and she was happy.

"May I present King Gabriel and Queen Celia of Versailles, with their son, Prince Adrien." The young bluenette smiled, curtseying to Adrien. He bowed, kissing her hand.

"Princess, how do you do?" He asked. She smiled.

"If you're trying to win me over, my prince, quit while your ahead."

"Damn it sweetheart, you're very... Straightforward." He answered.

"Am I?" She asked him. "Well, I'm fine." She replied.

"I'm good, too, Marinette." He replied saracastically. She smiled, nudging him.

"Good to know, but your parents' are insane if they think we-" She gestured to the pair of them, "-are getting married."

"Are they?" He asked softly, leaning in, and she blushed at his closeness. Unlike the other princes' he seemed to be gentle. "I think they're actually really sane." He smiled teasingly, and sighed.

"What is it?" She asked, "if we're to be married, then you really shouldn't hide truths from me, you know." He laughed.

"I actually think you're the first princess who's ever considered marriage, but I don't enjoy being prince. It sucks like hell." He replied.

"It's okay, Adrien. I'm trustworthy." She touched his hand, smiling. "Well, aren't you going to ask?" Her parents held Adrien's tightly. Was it possible that she'd chosen him?

"Well, Marinette, will you marry me?" She smiled, her cheeks pink. He was on one knee, smiling, and she nodded.

"Why, yes, Prince Adrien, I will marry you."

The next day, he was killed in his room.

The next day, her parent's were killed in their room.

And all hell froze over.

"You were supposed to be dead." She said, looking away from him.

"Huh?" He asked, confused. She grabbed his shirt, looking as though she was unable to stay away from him. But she hissed in his ear:

"You lied. You made me thought you were dead." She gripped his arm, too tight to be nice, and dragged him to their room. He winced at the tone of her voice.

"Yeah. I guess I did, but I had my reasons." She watched him wearily.

"Uh, really?" She crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Look, after I-"

"After you what?" She demanded. "Stop lying to me." She sighed, and a tear dripped from her eye. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly. She tried pushing him away, but he was irresistible. She gripped at him, still crying. She tried to keep her dignity, but he was so convincing. Deep down, she knew he was dedicated to her, and that she had to trust him. He had a reason for not telling her, and she had to respect his choice. She nodded, pulling away. His hands brushed her bare arms, and he looked at her. Her cheeks reddened, and she undid his tie, letting it slip on the floor. Tonight was their's, no matter what. They had tonight forever.

"I want you, Marinette." He whispered, "If you don't want this, then we don't have to-" She silenced him by kissing him. He took her over to the wall, and smiled slyly, unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor silently. He lifted her in his arms, and she sighed softly against his neck. The moments after that were a blur, and before she knew it she was lying next to him, her hand on his chest. They stayed silent, and he stroked her hair.