A/N : So many people reviewed my last fic and asked me if I was going to right a third story to make a trilogy with 'Best For Baby' and 'The New Prince'. Originally, I did not plan to, but because you all asked so nicely and I had an idea start to form in my head, I have decided to write this third story in the series.

This story is dedicated to all those who requested it : sapofbks2002, CrazyNut2002, Lemon, swimcc, stargirl888, Phoebe Darklight, Angel (and the anonymous reviewer who might be the same one every time or might be several people I have no way of knowing!) - you lot asked for more and you're getting it!

I warn you in advance that I will not be able to update everyday like I did with my last fic but I will update as often as I can. I'm sure you can all be a little bit patient if you try. Okay here we go...

Disclaimer : I own Phillippe and Diana, the rest of the characters are Meg Cabot's.

The security guard answered the loud and rapid buzzing of the intercom at the front gate of the palace. He turned the cameras and he was surprised to see a young girl standing there with an impatient frown.

"Can I help you"

"I'd like to see my father" she said firmly, .

"Go away, child, your father is not here" he told her. He knew all the servants had their families living with them in and around the palace and over the past twenty years he had got to know them all quite well. He had definitely never seen this child before.

"My father is here!" the girl insisted, "I've seen him on the television with the Queen - I know he lives here!"

The guard was confused by this, so he moved the camera to check the area, in case the girl was merely a decoy for burglars or other such criminals, then he allowed the gates to open.

"Thankyou" she said, insincerely and began to march down the path and up to the doors of the palace of Genovia.

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"Can you believe it's been two years?" Mia sighed. "A whole two years since our wedding" she said, peering out of the window over the gardens behind the palace.

Michael moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What I can't believe is that you are still as beautiful as the first day I saw you" he said, quietly. Mia smiled and turned in his arms so she was facing him.

"I love you" she told him, honestly.

"I know," her husband replied, "and I love you too" he concluded, kissing her deeply.

"Ahem"

The sound of a man clearing his throat in the doorway brought the couple out of their embrace.

"I beg your pardon, your majesty" the man apologised, "but there is a young girl down stairs. She is quite upset and says she wishes to see her father"

"Who is her father?" Mia asked, stepping away from her husband, and trying to get her breath back.

"She will not tell us, your majesty. She seems to be under the impression that we should know anyway and that we are simply trying to keep her father from her. She says she has seen her father on the television with you, your highness"

"But the only men who live in this house, with whom I would have appeared on television, are..." Mia turned pale and could not finish her sentence.

"Not Phillippe" Michael read her mind, "No he wouldn't..."

"Indeed no" the butler spoke quickly, "The child I speak of is not so young, she must be at least fourteen"

"Oh thank God" Mia sank into the nearest chair and let out a breath in sheer relief.

"Then who is her father?" Michael asked, "If not Phillippe then..."

Mia shot a look at him and tears formed in her eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Oh come on Mia, you don't seriously think that I....you know the only woman I've ever..., you know,....been with, is you" Michael was highly embarrassed at having to say such a thing in front of the servant but it was true. He knew absolutely that the only child he had fathered was Phillippe, the Prince of Genovia. Mia knew it too, but her head was in a whirl. If not Phillippe or Michael, who could be the child's father.

"I know" she told her husband, "I'm sorry, I just, I don't know what to think!"

"What would you like me to do with the girl?" the butler asked.

Mia made no answer and so Michael spoke.

"Send her away" he said quickly.

"No" Mia interrupted just as the butler was about to leave. "No, she has done nothing wrong and if she believes her father is here the least we can do is find out why she thinks such a ridiculous thing and then find out who her parents really are"

Michael could see the logic in that, but the whole thing made him uncomfortable. He knew that there was only one child in the world to whom he was a biological father but there was no telling what lies this girl might tell and although he knew Mia trusted him it would put a great strain on their relationship if the child insisted otherwise.

"Bring her to me" Mia said finally, and the servant scurried away to do his Queen's bidding. There was silence in the room until he returned with a young girl at his side.

"Your majesty, this is the child" he said, as a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes came into the room. She stood by the door, staring at the Queen and her husband.

"Thankyou" Mia signalled for the servant to leave and then turned her attention to the youngster before her.

"Good afternoon" she said with a smile.

"Good afternoon, your majesties" the girl said politely, with a half curtsey and a smile.

"Would you like to sit down?" Mia asked her and the child seated herself opposite the royal couple with a quick nod of her head.

"Now, would you like to tell me your name and why you're here?" Michael looked on as his wife conducted her interview of the child.

"My name is Diana your majesty and I am here to see my father, but the men downstairs would not let me"

"Perhaps if you told us who your father was it would be easier for us to fetch him" Mia tried.

"I beg your pardon, your majesty, but I think you of all people should know who my father is as you have known him most of your life"

Mia shot a second look at Michael. He would have been hurt but it was beginning to sound as if the girl was referring to him.

"Just tell us his name" Michael tried to hide his worry and impatience.

"My father, your highnesses, is your bodyguard. His name is Lars"

A/N : Well, what do you think? Let me know and I will update as soon as I can.