A/N : What are the kids up to.....

Disclaimer : Refer to previous chapters (because I can't be bothered to write it all again!)

"So, you're Lars's daughter?" Phillippe attempted to make conversation as he walked with Diana from the room where their parents were to the Lilac room upstairs, which was to be Diana's bedroom whilst she stayed in the palace.

"Well, yeah, why else would I be here?!" Diana was not pleased about having to make small talk with the young prince.

"Sorry, I was just making conversation..."

"Why?" she interrupted him, a crime that a lesser person would not have dared to commit, "Why do you want to talk to me?"

"Well, because" Phillippe searched for a suitable answer. He could hardly tell her he wanted to talk to her because he liked her or maybe even loved her, he didn't even know her! He knew she would think he was insane if he said that.

"Because you seem like a nice person and I was just being friendly"

He cursed himself inwardly when he realised how stupid that had sounded.

"Yeah, well I don't need you to be my friend, I have friends of my own, y'know people like me who I have things in common with" the girl snapped. It wasn't that she wanted to be rude but she felt like she had to be. Being alone in a strange house, in a strange country, meeting a father she didn't know, not to mention a royal family, in all honesty, it petrified her and the only way she knew to cope was to turn on the defensive shield and be insulting and obnoxious to anyone who tried to be nice to her. She was okay with her father and she made a special effort to be polite to the Queen, because, let's face it, who would be stupid enough to dis a queen? But everyone else was free to be hit full on by Diana's sarcasm and rudeness that she used as guard against her fears.

"How do you know we don't have anything in common?" Phillippe was curious. The pair had arrived at the room that was to be Diana's for the time being and he opened the door for her as he spoke.

"Are you kidding?" Diana laughed as she stepped into the room, "What could we possible have in common?" She looked around the room and attempted to take it all in. She could easily see why this room was called the Lilac room, everything was indeed lilac, and by everything, she meant EVERYTHING. The curtains, the bedclothes, the walls, the carpet, everything. What seemed strange to Diana was how exactly the Queen knew her favourite colour was purple but she assumed correctly that it was luck more than judgement that she had been given a room that was so beautiful to her.

"You like the room then?" Phillippe asked as he saw her face brighten.

"It's not bad" she under-stated, still on the defensive.

"There you see, we do have something in common" Phillippe announced with a smile. Diana eyed him strangely, so he explained, "We both like purple" he said simply, she laughed a tiny laugh, but her mood changed all to quickly and she cursed herself when she felt tears escape her eyes.

Phillippe saw the drops roll down her cheeks and felt a pain in his chest. He didn't want to see her cry.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked gently.

"Nothing" she lied, rubbing the back of her hand across her face to displace the tears that had fallen there. "It's just, at home I.... my room, it's..." her tears overcame her and she cried whole-heartedly. Phillippe thought he understood.

"It reminds you of home?" Diana nodded sadly. At home, in New York, the apartment she lived in with her mother was not much but it meant the world to her. Her room had been decorated by herself and her mother in all shades of lilac and this room had just reminded her how far away she was from her home and her Mom.

Phillippe could not stand it anymore and he moved towards her. He put an arm around her shoulders in an aid to comfort her but she pushed him away.

"Please, just leave me alone!" she yelled, angry that she had let him see how weak she really was.

"Diana, I was just trying to..."

"Please, just leave me alone!" she repeated and, not wanting to cause her any further pain, Phillippe did as she asked.

As he closed the door he said one last thing.

"If you need me, I'll be here" he said softly as he closed the door behind him.

When he had gone, Diana collapsed onto her temporary bed in a fresh flood of tears. Had coming here been the biggest mistake of her life?

A/N : Okay, I've written enough today - now it's your turn to write in the form of reviews! I will try and update again and the weekend but I remind you that the more reviews I get, the more I will be driven to write. Hope you all like where this is going and like I say, I'll try and get the next chapter up over the weekend.