I own nothing, sad to say!

A/N: Alrighty, everyone. I was suprised by the reviews I got from the last chapter. I didn't know everyone was that close to James. Any how, I hope this chapter is pretty good. I had a pretty interesting week-last week, at least. My class went to Cypress Gardens Adventure Park (the new version of the old park) and we had a blast. We also got out of my friend who she liked (although we kind of new it anyways) but-yes! Now it won't drive me insane. Anyhow, right now I'm listening to the theme from Gundam Wing (an anime) and it rocks. I haven't heard it forever. I own the movie 'The Endless Waltz' but I haven't seen any of the episodes in awhile. I MUST get my hands on a copy of some of them. Other then that, nothing much has happened. I DID get Phantom, which I have watched several times already. Hey-its inspirational-what can I say! Well, on with the story.

Carry On

"I give you, the ever lovely Queen Lillian Marie Morecom!" A thin red haired girl said proudly to an audience of different stuffed woodlen creatures. It had been awhile since she had last make believed like this-she had seemed too mature at the time of spending her days with James to do these sorts of things, but Lillian finally found time to just act like what she was-a kid. Parts of her found this chance a mericle, but others found it utterly sad. James had, however strange it sounded, become a part of her. He had changed her life, for better or for worse she did not know. Acting like this seemed a relief, and yet, the streetly mature side of her found it stupid.

Lillian remembered hanging out at the Al Bhed camp one day and watching how the young men and women spent time togeather. Dancing and whispering to eachother around the dim lited fire pits seemed to send a more justly romantic air into the atmosphere. The days were spent taking long walks into the beautiful and majestic forests, cooling off feet in the springs and falling asleep in each other's arms. Being a hopeless romantic, Princess Lillian longed for sweet moments like this-but knowing Hilliard's high status and brain washed feelings towards 'common life', it was simply out of the question. Of coruse, moments like those could easily be spent with James Potter, if they had only hadn't been so ignorant.

The young Princess sighed as she flopped down onto her bed linned with silk and thread. It was moments like these she wished shw could go back in time and start all over again. She would tell James straight up how she felt, and not take 'no' for an answer. Maybe rejection wouldn't feel so bad then.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Lily Marie Potter." she mumbled to herself subconciously. Was it just her or did Lily Potter sound so much better then Lillian Morecom? Part of her seriously disliked the latter, but the side that is tied down to do whatever one is asked-was mortified at the thought of leaving Hilliard for street urchin James.

Since the wedding, Lillian's whole world seemed to morph again. Often she would catch several of the maid girl's looking at her and whispering and giggling. Out on the streets she over heard a few teenage courtisans sneering how Princess Perfect found herself too good for the ever wonderful James, whom appearantly they found extreamelly attractive. This gossip irritated Lillian, as none of these girls even new of her true reationship with the young King of Theives.

That afternoon, after playing pretend in her room, she decided to go for a walk in the castle garden. She placed on her large brimmed sun hat and headed into the yard. Spring was so beautiful and the sun shined heatedly down onto the bright and lush green grass. The sounds of soft rushing water erputed from the stone angel fountain in the middle of the courtyard, and the birds chirpped just as excitedly, making sweet, inotxicating music.

Lillian smiled as it rememinded her of James' sweet and heartlifting voice. Only once had he sung to her, but she would never forget it. The smoothness and emotion in his voice was breathtaking. She had drowned in it like one would in a deep and rough ocean.

But she couldn't have James in her life anymore. He shouldn't have been involved with her in the first place.

"But he fills my mind and soul with his beauty, and my curiousity longs for him." she whispered to no one in perticular. A warm wind blew over head, muzzeling her long red hair.

"How could I have gotten myself into this mess?" she asked herself. How had she gone and screwed up a perfectly wonderful life over one boy whom she had no buisness being with in the first place?

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."Lillian jumped at the voice. Behind her stood Rigley Xanders, a son of the Queen of Scottland. He was a great friend, but nowhere near Lillian's taste. In fact, he could really pull off as her brother-what with his equally red hair and green eyes.

"Rigley! What ever are you doing here? You were supposed to be in Paris until next week." Lillian cried with glee. The red headed boy smiled at the Princess, taking her into his arms.

"I insisted that we visit you first. Mother almost fainted with desperation to get to the city-but you know how soft a spot she has for me." he said with a cunning grin. Lillian laughed and grasped his hand.

"Come, Rigley-we have so much to talk about." The young Prince laughed as Lillian, his long time friend, dragged him off towards the castle.

"So, I hear you're now a married woman." Rigley said with a cockish grin. Lillian through her head back in laughter and grasped his hand.

"With your iquisitive family I'm suprised you didn't hear-Hilliard and I had to prospone our wedding." The boy stopped and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Oh yes-the mysterious guest of the wedding-Lillian, you have to tell me who he was!" She looked away from him and kept on walking.

"I don't know...but I'm trying to find out."

"Don't give me that nonsense, Lillian. I'm your best friend-I can tell when something is up. You know who that man was...and I can keep a secret."

Lillian rolled her eyes at the last comment. "Oh yeah, like the time when I cast a spell on frie cook Nina." Rigley grinned sheepishly.

"I was a child then-and I was dying to say something because I couldn't use magic."

"And you'll be dying to tell everyone who it was because you like the attention!"

"True I like attention, but don't all royalty? After all, why not have those low lives stare at us? It's their duty."

Lillian looked at him unbelieved. James was right-the royals could be so selfish sometimes. She almost felt sick to her stomeach and ashamed. Her own best friend-and her own lover-were like a narcissitic and mindless drone. One thought himself the world and the other probably couldn't spell 'world'.

"I beg your pardon? Rigley, my friend, how dare you say such things! The people who live beyond these walls are not 'low lives whose duty it is to stare up at us in glory!' They are mere people, as we are, who deserve the same respect!"

Rigley's face turned stone cold.

"So then the rumors are true. You're in love with that street boy that they all talk about!" Lillian turned around and stared at him.

"Why you horrible son of a bitch-"

"And now you speak like one of those street rats!" Rigley cried out in anger. Lillian's jaw dropped in suprise. Her long time friend angered her so at this moment. She was disgusted by his narcissism and the hommocidal feeling in which she was sure ran through James at moments like this began to engulf her.

"How dare you...you ignorant disgusting sad excuse for a man-get out of my sight! Go away right this second!" she cried. Rigley stumbled backwards, suprised by her temper.

"I can not believe you say such things! Every person who lives around us-rich or poor-are equals. I don't know who you think you are saying such horrible things, but you ought to watch it! Someone might hear you and may not be as nice about it as I am!" And with that she turned her back on him stomping off. However, she didn't happen to miss running into Hilliard.

"I heard what you said." He looked at her strangely. His eyes looked hurt and confused.

"Hilliard...what?"

"You love that man who came to the wedding, don't you? I can see it in your eyes-you need him. Oh, Lillian, how could you brake my heart so?" he asked, shaking Lillian. She pulled away from his grasp.

"No, my love. I do not have any feelings for that man!" Her heart ached just saying those words.

"I swear to you, my darling, that it is you and you only that I love." Hilliard didn't seem to believe her. He brushed past her and gave a strangled, dramatic cry.

"You lie, Lillian! The way you looked at him, the way you smile at uncanny moments-I know you're thinking about him! If you do not love him-then why do you defend him?" Lillian was getting irritated with Hilliard's selfish behavior.

"I defend anyone who's treated like dirt just because they are different!"

"Not before Francesa died, you didn't! Tell me-who is this man who has stolen your heart!"

Lillian looked up alarmed.

"No, Hilliard! Nothing has happened-please, don't question me any longer!" Lillian cried, walking away quickly. Hilliard caught up with her.

"Tell me the name of the man who you love! Tell me!"

"I love you! Why can't you accept that?"

"How can you expect me to accept your fretful lies just to continue to keep me happy?"

"Because you just should! My love for you is great! And if I do have feelings for another, they mean nothing to me now!"

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not-I..." Hilliard looked at her, Lillian lowering her defeated eyes.

"You can not even admit that you're lying. Lillian, I love every aspect about you. And I only ask for your happiness in return." Lillian felt tears well up in her eyes. Just when she thought situations couldn't get anymore tangled! Her hands flew up to her eyes and she ran off, leaving a very stunned and confused Hilliard behind.

As Lillian lied in her bed that night, her red hair sprawled over the snow white pillows, she dreamed of a perfect life. This did not include her riches. This did not include her power. This did not include Hilliard.

It was just her and James Potter-two wanderers with only their love to keep them togeather. He'd hold her and smile at her-washing away all her troubles. Damn it all, why did such things have to remain as fantasies! Lillian would kill to have a life like that. James' world was so utterly amazing and beautiful that at first glance, lillian had fallen inlove with it. It had intranced her even before James had. It was his world that made her love him. It was his world and him.

"James..." she whispered in her sleep. A soft smile played on her pale but pretty face.

"I love you...James Potter." Lillian flipped over and sighed quietly. A tall dark shadow moved aside, its movements weak and messy.

The next morning, when Lillian awoke, she found her mother sitting by her bedside in tears.

"Mother, what is wrong?" she asked. Queen Evans looked at her daugher in fear and pitty.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I am so sorry..." Lillian looked to her father who nodded solemnly.

"Lillian, there's been an accident."

Okay, I'll leave you here. I'm sure you guys know what's going on. I still want to thank all those who review this story-I really appreicate it. Um, sorry to Will the Weird about the typeo...damned computer. I still can't believe 8th grade is over...no other times will match those that were spent at our lunch table. (RemusAllPunked, Jasu, you know what I'm talking about) So, this chapter is dedicated to the 8th grade Graduates of 2005.