Hey everybody! This is the third chapter of the story, and I'm real exited about it. This, at least to me, is shapin' up to be a pretty good story! Hope you'll enjoy it! (By the way, all my apologies for Paul Slater fans. You know, I did try to dial it down on the evilness, but it is pretty hard!)

"Oh, my dear lord! Am I seeing who I think I'm seeing? Is this the king, standing here with dear old Susannah Simon?" The man kept grinning, wrapping his arm around Susannah's shoulders. "Susie, how did you get to know a royal?" He asked her, and she yanked herself away, and walked toward the door. "Mr. Slater, this is not a good time. And don't call me Susie."

"Please, call me Paul. And, your stepfather forbids me of calling you Suze. He says it's vulgar. And I won't call you Susannah. Not when we are to marry." Susannah's face turned to a violent red. "What?" She asked, well actually, shrieked.

"Andrew!" She ran inside the door. Paul walked in after her, and, me, curios, walked in too and shut the door. Another man, an older one, ran down the stairs and came to Susannah.

"What is it?" He asked, grabbing hold of her arms. "He says we're to marry. He's lying, isn't he? Please, Andrew, tell me he's lying!" Her shrieks were painful to look at. But this Paul fellow just grinned.

"He's not lying, darling -" She cut his words with another shriek. "No!" She let go of him and ran up the stairs. "Mother!" She yelled, and I am sure the entire world heard her. She sounded mortified. And I can see why. Just looking into the face of this Paul, I could tell he was nothing but a bastard. There he was, his fiancé screaming and fearing him with all her might, and he just stood there grinning.

All I could think of to do was wrestle him to the floor and beat him. But I didn't. Oh, I wanted to. But I didn't. That's because the second this Andrew, apparently Susannah's stepfather, noticed me, and immediately forgot about his stepdaughter's nervous breakdown.

"Oh, Your Majesty! My word, is it really you? In my home? Would you like any tea?" I refused, and walked up the stairs, expecting to see Susannah crying, and to comfort her. I do not pretend to be the expert in comforting young girls, but it was the only thing that was on my mind. It really hurt me, seeing her like that, even though I barely knew her.

When I was up stairs, I saw Susannah in a bedroom, sitting on the bed, with her face buried in a woman's lap.

"Susie, I'm sorry, I really am. But he's good for you. And he's rich. I promise you, you will grow to love him," the woman said, though most her words were drowned by the sounds of Susannah's weeping. She then lifted her face from the woman's lap, and just stared at her. "Mother, I won't," She said, after a long silence, "He is the devil. He is awful. All he wants is money. Money and women. He will never make me happy. You can't make me marry him, mother, you just can't!"

"Suze." Paul entered the room. "Ma'am. Suze, please think it over. I can't be that bad, now can I?" He kneeled in front of her, grinning "Oh, yes you can," She said, and then lifted her foot and kicked his gut. He moaned, and she ran to the corridor, where I stood.

"Jesse, Your Majesty, please leave now. Thank you for helping me carry the carpet, but you must leave," she said, while sobbing. Then she ran to another room, and shut the door behind her. I entered the room where Susannah's mother helped Paul up, and called Mr. Slater's name.

The second he rose to his feet and faced me, I grabbed his shoulders and punched him in the nose, making him fall to the floor and moan painfully. It seemed that I have broken his nose.

Hurray.

Trying to hide my worries to Susannah, I walked numbly down the stairs. Her stepfather came running toward me and asked if I will be staying any longer.

I said no.

Dramatic, huh? I know my chapters are really short. If you want me to make future chapters longer, post it in a review. Hope you like the chapter, updates soon!