She jumped up quickly when she heard the banging that was coming from her bedroom door. She didn't really know what was going on as she was still more than half sleep. She just followed the sound of the banging. It was the middle of the night, but she didn't even seem to realize that. What she saw when she opened her door made her wake up a little more.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as he hobbled pass her and into her bedroom. "Why are you out of bed?"

"Shut the door," he told her, but he ended up doing it for her.

"You haven't answered my questions."

"I know," he told her, as he walked over to her bed. He made a pain filled face as he eased himself down.

She took in the sight of him, deciding not to ask him anymore questions since he looked as if he was out of breath. He wasn't as pale as he was the last time she saw him, and the fact that he had walked from one end of the palace to the other seemingly on his own, lead her to think that the water on his brow was more from the walking and not the fever. She hadn't seen him in weeks, and had managed to stay away from his bedroom and away from any other place she thought he would be just to stay out of trouble. But avoiding him didn't seem to work so well when he was well enough to seek her out.

"Are you mad?" she asked after he had seemingly caught his breath. "You have a fever. You could have fainted."

"Men don't faint."

"Oh well forgive me," she said sarcastically before correcting herself. "You could have died."

"I'm fine," he said. "I'm better."

"You don't look like you're better." She walked over to him and placed her hand on his forehead. He was warm, but not nearly as hot as he was the night she spent in his bedroom.

"Now you want to make sure I'm okay," he said sarcastically.

"What are you talking about?"

"I told you to come back, you didn't," he told her avoiding eye contact. "It's a good thing you didn't try to run. I thought you were going to. That's why I had Peter watching you."

"You had someone watching me?" she asked, clearly offended that someone was spying on her and she had no knowledge about it.

"You haven't answered my question," he said.

"Well if you had someone spying on me you should already know why I didn't return."

He knew why. His father had already yelled at him about it.

"I told you to come back," he told her. "You do not listen to my father. You are mine."

"I am not some object to be had. I do not belong to you or anyone else. I am my own person."

"Yet, you did what my father told you to do," he told her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but had no words. She made eye contact with him and he was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. She had nothing to say, so she turned away.

"Next time I tell you to do something, you listen to me, not my father. I had to sit in there for the last couple of weeks and listen to the idiots babble about nothing."

She turned around quickly and he looked up to see a smirk on her face. "Are you implying that you missed my company?"

He looked away from her breaking eye contact. "No," he lied. "I am saying that you are to do as I say from now on."

The smile disappeared from her face and she opened her mouth to say something. Before she could get the words out, there was a knock at the door. She rolled her eyes him and walked over to the door. She was a little surprised at the girl standing on the other side.

"What do you want?" she asked a little harshly.

"Not you," the girl replied in the same tone as she tried to push pass her. Lisa stood her ground and held her hand on the door not letting the girl into her room. She may have had to share everything else with her, but her room was not one of them.

"Well why did you knock on my door?"

"I want to see the prince, now move?" She tried to push past her again, but Annalisa did not budge. She had been spying and had seen when the prince entered her room. She wanted to know why he had gone to the new girl she could not stand and not her.

The girl gave her a harsh glare. "If you do not move, I will move you myself."

"I would love to see you try," Annalisa spat back just as coldly.

She felt the door slipping from her hand as a warm body approached her from behind.

"Mary," he said just as surprised to see her , "what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," she said glaring at Annalisa. "You finally get well and this is what you run to."

"Well I think you made a good choice," Annalisa said talking to the prince but maintaining her staring match with Mary. She didn't really care who he went too, but she was not about to stand there and be insulted by what she had deemed the troll without retaliating, "it is better than running to that."

He saw Mary's eyes narrow and saw Annalisa go into a more defensive stance. He put his good arm around her and ushered her back into the room behind him as he stepped between the girls.

"I am not completely better, I…,"

"If you want to talk to her you can go to her room, frankly I would rather my things not be tainted by such filth," Lisa said from behind the door.

Mary took a step forward and he put his had out to stop her as he turned and shot Annalisa a glare that silenced her for the time being. She only let out a 'hmph' as she turned to go and set on her bed.

"I came here so she could take care of me," he said as he smiled at Mary. "That's all."

She could not help but to smile back at his charming smile. "Well you should have come to me," she said taking a step forward as she started to play with the fabric of his shirt, "I could have taken care of you."

He smiled down at her and put a hand around her waist pulling her closer to him. Annalisa just watched as he bent a little and placed a kiss on her lips. She really wished that they would take their business somewhere else. When they broke the kiss, Mary stared up at him and smiled as if under some spell. She then looked over at Annalisa with a look that said 'ha'. This made the prince look at her and she rolled her eyes at the both of them, before turning to get under the covers.

"You can take care of me later," he said. That did it.

"If you two do not mine, I would like to get some sleep, and since I am not allowed anywhere near your room and I would not dare sleep on anything you've touched," she said making the smile fall from Mary's face, "we cannot trade. Since I am forced to be here, this is the only place that I have to sleep, so if you could please excuse yourself, I would much appreciate it. "

This only brought a smile to Greg's face. He turned back to Mary. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I honestly don't know what you see in her," Mary said. He leaned down and placed another kiss on her lips. She smiled at him once more before turning to go back to her room.

He closed the door and turned to see Annalisa just about to lie down again. "You can't go to sleep," he said as he walked over to the bed. "You have to check my shoulder."

"Check it yourself," she said as she turned her back to him. "Mary's room is right next door. Have her check it for you."

He looked at her and smiled. "You are jealous."

"I am not," she said as she turned back to him and sat up in the bed a little.

"Then why don't you want to help me? You had no problem with helping me before Mary came here."

"I never said that I would help you," she told him.

"So you could help me in the woods, but you cannot help me now? I thought a person who practiced medicine was supposed to help a person in need."

"I am not a real doctor," she told him. "I only helped my father."

"You knew enough to help me then, surely you can help me now. I'm assuming you're father taught you that much about the profession."

They stared at each other for a moment. She sat up straighter in the bed and put her hands at the bottom of his shirt. She began to raise it up and looked up at him when he gave no help.

"I never thought that it would be you trying to get me out of my clothes," he smirked at her.

"If you are going to be immature about it, do it yourself," she said as she was about to turn away from him again.

He grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry," he said smiling at her. He started to take his shirt off but he could only get it so far off. She just looked at him. "I can use some help."

She glared at him before kneeling in the bed and reaching out to help him take off his shirt. When they had successfully gotten it off, he leaned back on the headboard as she began to unwrap the bandage. She had to focus really hard not to stare at the way his muscles flexed in his arms and chest as he tensed up from the pain that shot through his arm as she unwrapped the bandage.

She ran her hand over the scar that was starting to form. The hole was completely closed and the only purposed the bandaged served was to make sure he didn't over use the arm or forget and move it the wrong way until if fully healed. She began to push on it a little bit to feel how the inside was healing. It was a little hard, but it would soften again once it healed all the way. He flinched.

"Sorry," she said after glancing at the painful look on his face. She pulled her hand away and began to re wrap the bandage. "Everything seems fine. I'd say give it a few more weeks until you're able to use it fully again. "

She grabbed the shirt and helped him to put it on. He got up off of the bed and she crawled under the covers and turned her back to the door, thinking he was about to leave. He only added a couple of more logs to the fire place to keep it burning throughout the night before making his way back over to her bed.

She didn't know that he wasn't leaving until she felt him climbing into the bed behind her. He didn't even ask her to push over. He just used his body to push hers over. She turned to face him with an unbelievable look on her face.

"Your bed is bigger and more comfortable than mine why are you sleeping in here?"

"As you said, I almost killed myself getting here. I wouldn't want to take that chance again," he said. "You really think my bed is comfortable?"

She let out a frustrated sigh before turning her back to him and closing her eyes. She felt him slide closer to her and welcomed the warmth since she was forced to sleep so closely to the wall and the window again. It was a little warmer since they actually had a fire now, but the warmth coming from his body helped her to stay warm also. She was wakened from her thoughts when she felt his lips brush up against her neck. She quickly turned to face him.

"Do not put your lips on me after you've kissed that girl," she said.

He looked at her a little shock before he burst into laughter. This only made her madder. "You are infuriating."

"Could I put my lips on you if I had not ki…,"

"No," she said answering his question before he could get it out.

He smiled at her. "Why don't you like Mary?"

"Because she doesn't like me," she retorted.

He stared at her for a moment. There faces were only inches apart, due to the fact that he had placed his arm around her pulling her closer. She didn't seem to notice, nor did she seem to mind.

"Why do you care if I kiss her?" he spoke softly.

"I do not care," she said quietly, finally realizing how close they were to each other.

"I kissed you," he told her. Her brows furrowed slightly as she began to scan his features, wondering what he was talking about. She had been there. She had pushed him away when he did. "In your sleep," he continued. "You liked it."

"I did not," she repeated again.

He smiled and moved his face a little closer to hers, "How do you know? You were asleep."

She did not answer. Not only did she not have a good answer, she was becoming a little distracted as his face got even closer to hers. Her lips parted a little in anticipation. She felt his warm breath brush across her lips and looked up into his cool blue orbs. It wasn't until she felt his lips brush softly against hers before she let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding and turned her head slightly causing him to kiss her on the corner of her mouth. He pulled away and she buried her face into his chest, a little embarrassed by what she had almost let happened.

He laughed to himself and only pulled her closer. She nuzzled into his neck and they laid in silence until he felt her breathing slow. He looked down to see she was indeed asleep. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. As predicted she let out a sigh causing him to smile. He fell asleep within minutes.

"That girl is trouble."

The prince laughed at his father. "How can she be trouble, she is only girl. Not some six headed monster coming out of the tar pits of hell."

"Do you think that the king of Spain would like the fact that you had one of your concubines lying in the same bed his daughter is to lie in once you wed?"

"I don't know," he said in mock thoughtfulness. "I haven't asked him."

His mother smirked at what she had accepted to be her son's dismissal of everything he didn't care about or agree with. She missed the family breakfasts and was glad that he was well enough now to join them.

"First you get your arm almost taken off for her and the…,"

"Well what did you want me to do," he asked becoming a little annoyed with his father, "let her head get taken off. Besides it's not her fault. You should be made at William. He's the idiot that aimed the arrow at us."

"It does not matter who…,"

"I got shot with an arrow, but it does not matter who shot the arrow? So that makes the person who almost got shot by the arrow responsible for shooting me with the arrow? I 'm sorry, I don't understand your reasoning father."

"Gregory," his mother intervened before the argument could get too heated, "maybe you should go and take a walk in the courtyard. It's a beautiful morning and I think some fresh air will do you some good."

She placed her hand on her husband's arm to stop him from saying anything to further the argument.

"I think you are right mother," he said glaring at his father as he rose out of his chair. He stopped at her side to place a kiss on her cheek before exiting the room.

He decided not to go to the courtyard however and decided to go pay Annalisa a visit instead. It was his first day actually being able to get around the castle like he used to and he thought he'd go and mess with her to try and transfer some of his anger to her. He smiled to himself when he thought about how easy it was for him to get her all riled up. He heard giggling as he approached her door, but figured it was only Amelia and Cecily. They'd leave once they saw it was him. He knocked on the door, and the giggling ceased. The door began to open slowly and there stood the young girl who he remembered to be Annalisa's younger sister. A bright smile spread across her face, and he could not help but to smile back. She reminded him of a little girl he once knew that would be about her age now.

"Hello," she said, opening the door wider for him to come in. He was shocked however to find that the girl's room was actually full with other people. His face fell.

Annalisa smiled when she saw him, a little surprised to see him up and about. "Hi," she said walking over to him as the rest of the people in the room ignored them and went back to what they were doing. "Your shoulder? Does it still hurt?" she questioned as she felt his shoulder to see if the bandaged had been removed. She was surprised when she found that it had been. She did not seem to notice the glare that she recieved from Alice upon touching him like she had.

"A little," he replied. "Who are all of these people?"

"It's not like you haven't met them before."

He realized that he knew most of the women, well all of them. There was the girl's maid, her cousin that stayed at the castle with her, her sister, her mother, her other cousin, and the girl that was marrying her brother. They were all fawning over the bride to be as she modeled her wedding dress for them.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Annalisa said after seeing him staring at the women. "The queen allowed my mother some material to make the dress for her."

He still didn't say anything. He had wondered how they had come to afford such a beautiful dress. He could tell it was expensive.

"It's nice to know that at least one member of the royal family has some kindness towards others," she said. This made him look at her and he could see a faint smile form on her face as he did, but she did not look at him.

"Lisa, you can try yours on next," her mother said. She was about to walk away, but he grabbed her by her arm. She turned to face him.

"How did you know that I'd be well enough for you to go to the wedding?"

"I did not," she said seriously. "Either you would be well enough to go, or if you were not then you couldn't really stop me could you?"

She turned to walk towards her mother and his eyes furrowed at her last comment. Maybe his father was right. Maybe this girl was trouble, but he liked her kind of trouble he thought as he turned to leave the room and the women to their devices.

"I got dressed in twenty minutes," he said as he sat on her bed. "How is it that you're not ready yet? To say that you were so upset about not being able to attending this wedding you sure aren't making any effort to make it there on time."

"Well this would have gone much faster if you had not sat and watched me get dressed," she rolled her eyes at him. She practically had to dress over her towel to keep him from seeing anything.

A smile came to his face as he remembered how she had awkwardly gotten dressed, trying to cover herself up as he sat and watched her. She only rolled her eyes at him again. She finally got dressed and stood in front of him as he lay on the bed.

"Well I'm ready now so let's go," she told him. He sat up on the bed ready to argue back with her, but was stunned speechless when he saw how beautiful she looked in the dress her mother had made for her. People would think she was the bride. He wondered how much more beautiful she would look if she was in fact the bride, if it were even possible. Her brows furrowed and she wondered why he had suddenly become so quiet. She then noticed the way he was staring at her and began to blush as she turned away.

"Excuse me miss," Amelia said sticking her head in the room, "I don't mean to intrude, but Cecily said to tell you that if you don't come now, we will surely be late for the ceremony. She nodded and followed Amelia out of the door. He followed close behind her still a little awestruck by her beauty. They head out to the carriage that James and Cecily had been patiently waiting in.

"Please do not embarrass me," she said as they walked out of the palace doors.

"Me embarrass you?" he asked a little surprised. "I am royalty."

"Exactly," was her only reply.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but things got a little hectic for a while. I have another test coming up in a little bit so updates still might be a little scarce, but then again they might not. Anything anybody want to see happen at the wedding other than the Prince getting a little Housian after seeing the way Annalisa and Evan interact? Sorry I couldn't use everyone's suggestions, but a lot of them conflicted with each other. And sorry about the Halloween party not happening. It's just that for the prince to attend, he would have had to get better in like two weeks and that would have been too quick I think. Also the princess of Spain will not be attending the Winter Ball, I decided to make it the spring ball instead or some other random event, it depends on how my timeline for this goes, and the filler ideas I come up with . Don't forget to review, your reviews make me feel guilty about waiting too long to update, especially the long reviews, I like those :)

And also somethings to think about that I've decided to do in the next few chapters. How will Annalisa and the Prince spend the New Year's Holiday (it's pretty close to Christmas in this chapter)? Will Annalisa's contact with Evan make her lose the one thing she has been trying not to let the prince take from her? Are you guys still reading or is my life to hectic to keep an audience anymore? Find out on the next few episodes on Anomilee's sad life of school that keeps her from doing things that actually bring her enjoyment... like sleeping.