A/N : And here's the fifth chapter...
Disclaimer : Unsurprisingly, these characters still aren't mine!
"You are better off without him!" her Grandmere told her, but Mia was not convinced. Like her father had done before her, Mia had decided that her country and her love for it's people had to come before the love she felt for one other person.
"Then I choose Genovia!" she had told Michael, with as much strength as she could manage. He hadn't really said anything after that. Mia knew he had tears in his eyes, and she knew she had hurt him a great deal, but he'd had a choice too. He could have married her anyway, but he wouldn't. Perhaps it was best that they had split up, but Mia had yet to work out why. Once Mia had told Michael her decision he had walked out of the room, the building and out of her life - forever.
"How can I be better off without him?" she sobbed to her Grandmere, Clarice, "I love him and he's the father of my child" she continued, placing her hand over her stomach.
"If he was not prepared to marry you, he cannot love you as much as you profess to love him, anyway, your relationship was kept a secret from the press, no-one will know it is his child, we will simply tell everyone it id your husband's child"
Mia looked confused.
"My husband?"
"Well, naturally" Clarice could not understand why her granddaughter was so baffled by the concept, "there are plenty of young men willing to marry a Princess, even one who is carrying the child of another man. We will simply say that your child was born early and everyone will believe it is the child of your husband"
Mia's head was swimming. How could her Grandmere be so cold, so blunt about it?! And who exactly did she plan to marry her off to?!
"I don't understand!"
"Amelia, it is quite simple" her Grandmere began, "I will find a suitable match for you that is willing to take the role of consort and also to take this child of yours as his own. We cannot have the press and public finding out that you are with child out of wedlock"
"Why not?!" Mia screamed, "My parents were never married!" she was near hysterical, now.
"One royal scandal was quite enough, Amelia, and I will not tolerate another. Now, I have spoken to your father and he has agreed with me. However," and here her voice took a disgusted tone, "Your father has made me promise to allow you a week to make your decision"
"My decision about what?" Mia was relieved she seemed to have found a get-out clause but she was not exactly sure what it was. She listened intently when Clarice answered her because if there was any way of preventing her life from being even more ruined than it already was she wanted to know about it.
"You will either find yourself a suitable match, which must be approved by me, or you will marry a suitor that I find for you, or there is a third option..." she trailed off, as if she did not want to have to say what the third option was. Mia urged her to go on.
"Or you will have to give up the child" Clarice said quietly.
Mia knew she did not been adoption. She meant abortion. She could not do that to her baby, not to herself, and not to Michael, even though he would never see the child, it was a part of him, the only part Mia had left and she would not let it go.
"I will find my own husband, if I can" Mia said, suddenly calm, "If I can't, I will marry your choice" She said the whole thing without expression or emotion - she didn't have any feelings about it, she was numb.
As a teenager, Mia had worried about silly things, she remembered. Her yield sign hair, her algebra grade, her crush on her best friends brother. Back then, they were the important things, she couldn't believe how much her life had changed. Her high school days seemed a million years ago now, and her life was changing again.
A new baby, a new life, a new husband, unless Michael changed his mind. She wandered out of the Plaza, trying to absorb the information she had been given. She was thinking about Michael, how she could convince him to marry her, but she knew it would be unfair to force him, it would only make both of them unhappy in the long run.
She was in a daze as she walked down to the car. Lars, who was slightly ahead of her opened the door of the limousine, but Mia was in a world of her own and wandered right past her bodyguard and into the busy street. Noticing this, Lars closed the door and turned to fetch the Princess but she was out of his reach and both she and himself were in danger of being hit by the oncoming traffic. Lars continued to dodge cars whilst Mia moved further and further away from him.
Suddenly, a Jaguar came speeding towards Mia who had almost completely stopped, right in the middle of the road. The driver, seeing someone in the road, put on the brakes as hard as he could and the car stopped centimetres from Mia's body.
Lars, who was still desperately fighting his way through the traffic, saw the driver climb out of the Jaguar and head towards Mia. He was worried that this man would be an attacker or lunatic who might kidnap the Princess, but he need not have worried.
"Mia?" said a familiar voice. The screeching of the car's brakes had brought Mia out of her daze and she peered up at the man. He was quite tall and not completely unattractive, Mia knew him immediately. She was not used to seeing him so smartly dressed but he hadn't changed that much. Feeling emotionally exhausted and grateful for any familiar being, Mia cried and flung herself into the arms of a very shocked, Kenny Showalter.
A/N : Are you shocked?! Let me know what you think, in a nice way please! I love your reviews and I always post faster if I get loads of nice reviews! (btw did I spell Kenny's surname right?)