AN: This is the first time in like six years that I've written romance of any kind, so this may be pretty rusty lol. I know it's not exactly true to Riley or Bozer's characters, but they're not a thing in canon so I felt like it was okay to give myself some creative license. I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Riley whisper-shouted to Samantha as the two walked silently through the halls of the palace. The princess was to meet with Wilt, but she was second-guessing her decision.

"Of course it's a good idea. Have I ever led you wrong?" Samantha replied with a smirk, turning back towards Riley for a moment.

"Yes!" Riley responded, eyes wide. Her handmaiden was known for some pretty unorthodox activities that did occasionally wind up getting the both of them into trouble, but somehow, Samantha was always able to talk their way out of it. She was very good at manipulating people with her words to get what she needed.

Samantha only chuckled in response. The two continued walking, careful to avoid the guards, and made their way outside. It was a beautiful night, and the moon was shining brightly in the clear sky. Stars were out in full display, lighting up the beautiful courtyards the two women began walking through.

"You should have about an hour alone together before the guards come around again. Make sure you're gone, and apart from each other by then," Samantha said, stopping just before the opening of the hedges into a garden. "Have fun," she finished with a devilish smirk and a wink. Riley just rolled her eyes at her, and hesitantly walked in.

"Hello?" she said, upon seeing Wilt walking through the gardens, gazing upon the flowers.

He quickly turned around, his eyes widening. "Princess Rileyna, Your Highness, what are you doing here?" he stammered out.

She chuckled. "Please, call me Riley. And Samantha took me here to meet you, actually, but I can go, if you don't feel comfortable-" she started to turn. Maybe this was a mistake.

"No!" Wilt quickly interrupted. "Please, stay. I was just surprised. Samantha told me that she needed to speak to me in private, and to meet her here at this time." He took a few steps to close the distance between them. "But I'm more than happy that she seems to have been fibbing. I am delighted to be in your presence, Your Highness," he said, bowing down to kiss her hand. "I mean, Riley."

The princess giggled. "And what am I to call you, Master Bozer?" she asked once the man had straightened up.

"Just Wilt is fine," he answered with a smile. "If I may ask, why did you wish to meet here? I imagine a princess has many better things to do than speak with a foreign valet at this hour." Wilt look at her with incredulation, and she wasn't sure how to respond. How could she say that she couldn't stop thinking about him, that all she could hear in her mind was his deep voice, or that all she could see when she closed her eyes was his own dark ones?

"Well.." she started hesitantly, looking away. She sighed. She was just going to have to come out and say it, consequences be damned. "Is it wrong to say that I've been thinking about you ever since we first met? To say that despite the friendly affection I have for Angus, I cannot fall in love with him, because my mind has been filled with you ever since I first looked in your eyes? I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I had to see you again." Riley risked a glance up at him, and saw that his eyes were wide. She hoped she hadn't made the wrong decision by saying what she did. It was definitely improper for a lady to be so forward, and downright wrong for a princess who was betrothed to another to say it, yet she had. Riley had always been willing to take risks and do things that princesses didn't normally do, but this was probably one of the riskiest things she had ever done, no matter what Wilt felt for her.

"You? Have been thinking about me?" he asked, eyes still blown wide as he pointed at her and them himself in turn. Riley gave him a nod in response. "I mean, that's- that's- that's amazing, because all I've been thinking about is you! And Angus feels the same way! He thinks you're great and all, but he isn't exactly falling in love either."

Riley couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Of course he wasn't. It was fitting that neither one of them were in love with the other. That was, in fact, how irony worked.

The two started talking about anything and everything. They sat on the bench together, Riley's hands held in Wilt's larger ones, and they just talked. Riley laughed more than she had in a very long time. Wilt had all kinds of crazy stories that he shared with her, his facial expressions changing drastically throughout each one. She laughed at them all. He was charming, and funny, and cute, and a gentleman, and Riley was falling hard, and fast. She shared her own stories about life in the palace, and even talked about her codes. The whole time, Wilt just stared at her like she was the incarnation of Aphrodite herself. No one had ever looked at her that way before, and Riley couldn't help but blush and turn away. But he seemed to truly care about what she was saying, despite not understanding much of her codes.

Almost too late, Riley realized what time it was.

"We need to be leaving before the next guard rotation comes around," she said. Riley was just glad they were in a time of peace. If there were wars going on, then the rotations would be much more frequent, and Riley would've been unable to share that time with Wilt.

"All good things must come to an end," Wilt replied, turning away and letting go of her hands.

"But we'll do this again," Riley stated, sure of the fact. She wanted to spend as much time with Wilt as she possibly could.

"I want nothing more, Your Highness." He turned back to her with a gentle smile. "May I walk you back?" he asked, extending his hand to her as he stood up.

"You may," she replied, gently taking his hand in her own, and letting him help her up. Even after she was standing, neither one let go of the other's hand. They whispered quietly to each other as they walked, hand in hand. Riley had to fight to contain her laughter, but she couldn't have been happier.

"Good night, Riley. Your Highness," Wilt said, bowing down once more to kiss her hand once the two had arrived at her quarters.

"Good night, Wilt. Master Bozer," she replied with a devious grin. They would be doing this again.

As soon as the door closed between them, Riley's grin grew to an ear-to-ear smile. She turned around and practically danced over to her bed, where she fell down with the smile still on her face.

"I told you it was a good idea."

Riley bolted up at the voice, but quickly relaxed upon seeing that it was only Samantha.

"Don't scare me like that," she said as she let out a sigh. "But yes, I had a wonderful time. I can't wait to see him again." Riley relaxed back into her bed, thinking about how gently Wilt had held her hand, how his eyes bore into hers, how his stories made her laugh like nothing else.

"Even in this faint candlelight, I can see it. You're practically glowing. You have true feelings for him, don't you?" Samantha asked, coming to stand right next to the bed. A knowing smirk was on her face, her arms crossed.

"Maybe," Riley replied, sitting up again. "He is really quite wonderful to be around."

"Like I said, he makes your heart sing."

Riley's smile slowly fell to a look of despair. "What do I do?"

Samantha looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"What do I do now?" she asked, standing up. "Right now, all I want to do is be with Wilt, but I'm still betrothed to Angus. I don't believe there is a way to break the engagement off, even if both of us wish to."

"And does he?"

"Does he what?"

"Does he wish to? Does Prince Angus wish to marry you, or would he rather remain young and free for a while longer? He is only a boy after all. I can hardly believe you're old enough to be married, let alone him," Samantha said, sitting down on the bed that Riley had vacated.

"Wilt told me that Angus doesn't want to get married, that he is not in love with me."

"Good!" Samantha exclaimed, standing up and putting her hands on Riley's shoulders. "Then just talk to him about it. If the both of you simply refuse to marry, then there is not much that anyone can do about it. You cannot be pronounced husband and wife if neither one of you are willing to do it. If you both refuse, then a priest cannot possibly force you, no matter what your parents say."

Riley took a moment to think about what Samantha said. The woman had a point. A priest in good conscience could not force two people to marry, and if both of them decided to simply not accept the vows, then they couldn't be married.

"I'll try to bring it up with Angus, when he's in a better place to talk about it. I would like to give him some time to grieve his grandfather first," Riley said with a nod. Maybe this could work. Of course, she knew she wouldn't be allowed to marry Wilt or anything, but not having to marry Angus would definitely be a step in the right direction.

"Good," Samantha replied with a smile, removing her hands from the princess's shoulders. "Now, it's high time that you should be getting some sleep. We don't want anyone wondering why you're so tired in the morning."

Riley let out a small laugh, but nodded. It had definitely been quite an eventful night.

"Angus, please, if you really don't want to marry Riley, can I?" Wilt asked the moment he closed the door behind him.

Angus laughed, his conversation with Jack dropped for the moment. Wilt would have been surprised to find them both still awake, but he knew Angus didn't sleep well when he was troubled, and Jack of course would never sleep while Angus was still awake. He couldn't protect him if he did. The prince hadn't been sleeping well ever since arriving at the palace of the House of Davis, but the death of his grandfather had made it worse.

"If you can convince the courts and the rulers to change their laws, then of course, I give you my full blessing," Angus responded with a smile.

"She's amazing." Wilt closed his eyes as he leaned back against the door with a sigh.

"Is that where you've been this whole time? With the princess?" Jack asked in disbelief. Wilt didn't blame him for being surprised. So was he, if he were being honest. He never thought something like this would ever happen to him.

"Yes, and Angus, I'm sorry, but she doesn't want to marry you."

Angus laughed again. "I could tell that already, and it's okay, because if it were up to me, I wouldn't be marrying her anyway," he said with a shrug. "But, if you feel like causing a potential international scandal, I'll fully support you trying to marry her instead of me having to." Angus smiled brightly, and even if Wilt hadn't been falling for the princess so quickly, he still would've said yes. The smile on the blond's face at the prospect of his friend trying to get the law rewritten would have been enough to convince Wilt to do it.

"We should talk to Riley about it, but I'm pretty sure she'll agree with me to at least try. She's pretty feisty like that."

Jack just shook his head. "Go to bed, Wilt. You too, Angus," he said with a sigh. "Kids these days..." he muttered under his breath as he walked away, back to his own quarters adjacent to those of the prince. Wilt laughed, but followed him after bidding Angus a quick goodnight.

Wilt couldn't help but grin ear to ear. The princess was just so incredible, and he couldn't believe that she actually liked him and wanted to spend time with him. It was insane.

"I can practically hear you smiling," Jack grumbled from the other side of the room. "Go to sleep."

Murdoc arrived at the palace of the House of MacGyver in the mid morning. He had stopped to rest for a short while along the way. He needed to be ready for his best performance yet when he finally reached the king, and he couldn't do that if he were falling asleep.

"I must speak with the king as soon as possible," he said to the guards at the gate. "I am a messenger from the House of Davis, and I must speak with him on an urgent, private matter, concerning his son."

The guards searched him, and, finding nothing, Murdoc was escorted into the castle, and brought to a room with an ornately decorated table and some chairs. It was a conference or war room of some sort. Being instructed to wait for the king - however long it would be - Murdoc began to caress the gold embellishments on the table. It was quite beautiful.

The gold on the tables was so beautiful that it reminded him of the prince and his beautiful golden hair. Murdoc smiled. The gold on the table was perfect and pure, but the prince, by the time Murdoc was done with him, would be flayed and broken. He couldn't wait.