Chapter Seven
Meeting Simon Collins

There's only thirty minutes left until I'd be at Romania, and you have no idea how freaked out I am right now. What if I don't like Romania? What if I hate it? As Thayer said before, Romania is a very traditional place and what if I don't accept the lifestyle here.

Do I have to sleep in the same room with Thayer? All I know that before the marriage, I'd be staying at a hotel and cannot enter the palace until I'm married to Thayer. I still can't believe it that I said yes to him. I regret it, saying yes to him.

Now, I just made a commitment that I REGRET! If it wasn't for Thayer's stupid proposal I wouldn't be in the plane by now. I would've been either in jail or getting ready for college or maybe running away to Egypt.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we'll be landing very shortly, so please turn off all electronics and fasten your seatbelts – thank you" I heard the P.A. say. I put my seatbelt on and looked out of the window.

I could see the fresh, green forests below and such clean blue lakes and rivers; I see freeways, very old fashion type of freeways. By the looks of it, it was exactly how Thayer described Romania; it was so traditional and cultural.

A blonde male sat next to me and buckled his seatbelt, I looked at him with my two eye brows pushed together while the man got himself comfortable. He turns to face me, seeing me looking at him with a frown on my face – so, he smiles.

"May I help you?" I asked, arching an eye brow, looking at him as if he was a total freak.

"No" He shook his head. He had a rich Australian accent and looked very pleased with himself. I gave him a look saying 'Why are you here?' and I could tell he understood what I was saying. "All the seat were taken and the flight attendant told me to sit here with you, since it's the only free seat on the plane" He explained.

"Oh, okay" I frowned and looked away, not giving a damn. Even though I asked for it, I didn't really care much.

"So, what's your plans in Romania?" He asked, smiling.

I looked at him and sighed, "Getting married" I said bluntly.

"Oh, you getting married? Aren't you awfully to hung to get married?" He asked.

"Yep, it is but I'm getting married early" I gave him my annoyed smile and looked away and back at the window. The plane started to shake and that when I knew we were landing. I took a deep breath.

"Oh, young love" He sighed. I looked at him and frowned, I then realised how attractive this man was. He had golden blonde hair, sea blue eyes, bluer than Thayer's. He had a tanned skin tone, like the ones you'd get from the beach. He looked like in the mid-twenties.

"I wouldn't say love" I whispered to myself, but turns out that this man has very good earing.

"Arranged marriage? I hate them, it bring the fun out of love" He said, feeling sorry for me.

"Look sir, I don't need your pity right now" I told him, frowning.

"Please, call me Simon – and also, it's not pity it's called compassion" He smiled. I roll my eyes and looked out the window once again, we were slowly going down and you have no idea how excited I am right now. "Don't I get to know this gorgeous woman's name next to me?" He asked.

"Alison" I lied.

"Yeah, I can tell your lying – what is it?" He asked.

"Evelyn Hastings" I introduced myself.

"Simon Collins" He let out a hand. I looked at his hand and looked away, showing him I had no interest touching his hand at all. He put his hand down and pulled his hair back, "What part of America are you from?" He questioned.

"How did you…?" I frowned.

"You have an slight American accent" He interrupted me. Okay, I don't have an American accent, everyone tells me I have no accent, even Laurel.

"New York" I heave a sigh. I noticed a wedding rind on his marriage finger, "You married?" I asked. He looked at me as if he was really confused, "You have a ring" I told him.

He looked down at his hand and laughs, "This is my dad's. He gave it to me when he was dying – I have my mothers, she wants to give it to the one I'm madly in love with" He clarified.

I nodded casually, "Interesting" I slouched.

I looked out the window once again and see that we were almost touching the ground. I can see the farms and everything and cows walking around and eating grass, I see farmers watering their crops.

I could feel the plane touching the concrete road, it started to jump a couple of times then became smooth.

"I guess we're here" Smiled Simon. No shit! I thought to myself. I sighed and sat up straight and waited until we reached the gate. Apparently, some guy that is really close to Thayer is picking me up.

We finally reached the gate and we waited until the seatbelt sign went off. I waited and waited but it wasn't turning off and then finally did. I unbuckled my seatbelt and waited for Simon to get out and he did.

He turns to me and smiles when he got up, "Well nice meeting you, Evy – hope I get to see you another time" He smiles and leaves.

I watched him as he walked off and jumped out of my seat and grabbed my luggage and waited to leave. Finally we did and headed towards to exit. I walk into the building and see many people holding up signs of people's last name.

Simon comes from behind me but I tried to avoid him and walked away and stood somewhere I could be noticeable. Simon walks up to me anyways and smiles, "So, where's your fiancé?" He asked.

"It's a Romanian tradition, that the bride and groom cannot meet each other for a week" I told him and walked away, then a man stands in front of me.

"Lady Evelyn, I am Marc – I believe you must come with me – I am Prince Thayer's bodyguard" He told me.

Simon heard what he said and walks up, "Prince Thayer? Oh, you're the one who's marrying the Prince?" He asks in excitement.

Everyone in the airport heard and rushed towards me, taking pictures. Marc took me out of the flashing crowd and out the airport and into a car while he grabbed my luggage.

"That was crazy" I told Marc.

Marc let out a soft chuckle, "Yes, since you are going to be the future princess of Romania, everyone will be very interested in you – you are the first American queen they'll ever have" Clarified Marc.

"I'm not going to enjoy my life here, am I?" I asked him.

Marc gave a soft chuckle again, "Don't worry, Lady Evelyn – no one ever realises the royals while they stroll around – the majesties always walks around in normal clothes so no one hardly notices them" He explained.

"So, I don't have to wear fancy dresses all the time and walk around in a very formal clothing?" I asked him.

"Exactly, Lady Evelyn" Hearing him saying Lady Evelyn makes me sound so posh already. I wonder what it would feel like when they call me Princess Evelyn, or better, Queen Evelyn.

Being a princess or queen will be a bit hard for me but Thayer will be in charge. But if he dies and we have kids that are too young, I'd have to be in charge and I cannot handle that pressure.

Why did I say yes? I'm so stupid, I wish I still have the chance to deny, but it's too late, unfortunately.

Marc dropped me off at a lovely, English cottage and put all my luggage in the master bedroom. I walked in and looked around, it was so beautiful. It looked like one of those cottages in Snow White. It wasn't small but it looked a bit the same, it was so beautiful. Grape vines were dangling down the window and growing on the walls perfectly.

It looked like an abandoned cottage but the way it was design, I knew it was controllable so it was purposely designed like this. I went to the bedroom and it looked so old fashioned but beautiful. I never knew I loved old fashioned furniture and design.

"Do you like it, Lady Evelyn?" Asked Marc.

"Yes, of course I like it – also, call my Evy" I told him and looked around even more feeling like a little princess with seven dwarves.

"Great – you'll be only staying here for one night – so tomorrow night you'll be staying in the palace with your future husband – So, you must wake up early for the wedding and reception – have a nice day" He smiles and walks out.

Wait, what? I'm getting married tomorrow? What? No, it's too early! I don't want to get married now, I'm too young! I thought I had at least two days for the wedding but I only have twelve hours? This is crazy.

I wish my sister was here with me to be at the wedding.

I know what I have to do tomorrow; I have to marry Thayer and keep their family happy and proud be of Thayer. I just hope Adrian and Rosa treat me as their own daughter.


A.N.: Okay, i know most of you suspect they'd be married by now, so sorry... but i think.. (lol can't remember, wrote that chap two weeks ago) the next one will be about their wedding! So, how do you like the story so far? Is it getting boring or anything? If so, just tell a few of your ideas just to spice the story up a little bit. If i like your idea then i'd definatly use it!

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