Princess Adara

When Adara finally woke up, it was dark out. She was laying in a hospital room bed in what she assumed was in the palace. Adrian must have gotten her back to the palace. She groaned at the throbbing pain in her head. She pushed herself up, her arms aching as she did so. She looked around.

Adrian was asleep in the bed a little ways away from her, and her younger brother was sleeping slouched in the chair next to her bed. She reached out a hand and shook his shoulder and Michael started awake.

"Ya. I'm awake." He mumbled, before realizing who had woken him. "Adara!" He lunged forwards and hugged her. Adara winced and he loosened his grip. "I'm sorry. I thought you were dead!"

"No. I got beaten badly. How did I get back here?" She asked.

"Adrian carried you. He appeared at the door about three days ago, during the solstice."

Adara sunk in her bed. "I'm getting married in a week and half."

Michael nodded. "I'm scared too."

"Michael?" Her brother looked up from his hands. "If you ever get married, make sure you love the person."

"Do you love him? Adrian?" Michael asked, tilting his head towards where Adrian rested peacefully.

Adara sighed and glanced at the sleeping figure. "You know, I think I do," Michael's eyes widened. "Don't tell mom and dad, but yes. I think that I do. I don't think I'd want anyone else by my side running France."

Michael smiled. For fourteen, he was smart in matters like love, and had noticed right when they had gotten off the plane how the manners between the two had changed. Even if they wouldn't admit it to themselves, he could see it, and he had seen it coming. "There is the sappy romantic in my sister."

Adara rolled her eyes at him and he grinned. "I'm going to go get the doctor. You should try and rest. I'll get mother and father in the morning."

Oh merde. Her parents. She was screwed.

Early next morning, Adara sat with Adrian on her bed. They were talking lowly, not wanting to disturb the injured guards that also laid in the med wing.

"So, about the wedding," He started, looking unsure as how to approach the topic. Adara glanced up. "What are we going to do? I mean, it's in a week, then we are heading back to France."

"Get married," At his dry look, she continued. "You know what I mean. I still haven't picked out a dress," She paused. "Thank you for carrying me back to the castle. Does anyone know about Nicholas and Summer being rebels?"

"No. I haven't told anyone yet, but I need too. I don't really know how to approach it. I mean, I know he is a rebel, but he is still my brother."

"Adara!" A voice shrieked before she could respond. She looked up to see her mother and father, followed closely by Michael and Clara, entering the medical wing.

Adrian laughed. "Have fun. I won't judge. I got the lecture while you were sleeping." He stood up and hobbled off, his leg still bothering him. Adara watched as he sat down and a doctor came over, gesturing to his eyes.

Adara flopped backwards as her mother ran over and gathered her up in a hug. She was so surprised that she didn't hug back until the moment of shock wore off.

"If you ever do anything of that sort again, I will personally lock you in a cage." Her mother snapped.

Adara laughed slightly and hugged her tightly. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Her mother blinked in surprise but hugged her back. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"That is the most horrudous thing I have ever seen." Adara stared at the dress. It was a horrible yellow colour. Who even made wedding dresses in yellow? And why would anyone wear them.

Adrian's mother let out a light laugh, before covering her mouth with a gloved hand. Both the Queen of Illea and the Queen of France were sitting in on the dress fitting. Adara's little sister was there too, but for some reason Isabella was missing.

The lady sighed and pulled out a new one, in a white colour, shaped like a basic dress. It was gorgous. "Can I try that one?" Adara asked.

The lady nodded and unzipped the dress. Adara tried it on behind the screen and smiled at herself. "I think I like this one." She stepped out and smiled at the aweing noises that came out of the women sitting in front of her.

"It's pretty!" Clara laughed and ran forwards, running her hands over the soft material that clothed Adara.

"I like it too." Adara replied as the women showing them the dresses walked over and pulled her dark hair up, showing her soft neckline.

"I think this is the one," Her mother said, tears shining in her eyes. "You look so beautiful."

Adara flushed pink at the complement. "Thank you." She glanced over at her soon to be mother-in-law, who was beaming hugely.

Adara walked the halls, the only thing filling her was boredom. Adrian was busy, and the five selected that were left were stuck at a lesson about ruling, which Adara already knew about.

The five left were Penelope, Summer, Riley, Freya, and Gracelynn.

It bothered Adara that Summer was still left, despite being a rebel. Someone needed to tell Louis, but Adara wasn't going to go behind Adrian's back to do it. So she was left hoping that Louis was going to choose someone besides her to win.

She turned a corner and smiled as she saw a blond haired boy walking towards her. She didn't recognize him, which meant he was probably a family member of one of the selected, who were all invited to stay until the wedding was over, when the winner of the selection would be announced.

The man smiled back.

"Hello," Adara greeted. "I don't think we have met, I'm Adara."

He smiled at her and shook her hand, replying with. "I'm Thomas Wright."

Adara nodded in recognition. "You're one of Penelope's older brothers. One of the triplets."

"She told you about us?"

Adara nodded. "There's you, Henry, James, Charlie, and Michael."

He grinned at the fact of being reconginzed by the French Princess. "I'll have to talk to her later about that."

Adara turned and told him as he began to walk away. "Don't tell anyone else, but I think your sister is pretty close with the prince."

The look that crossed his face told Adara that it was not going to stay a secret, but it was fine. Adara would be quite happy with any of the girls as her sister-in-law. Anyone but Summer she would be fine with.