A/N : I thought it was about time I updated. I'm writing so many fics all at once, it stops me from updating as often as I used to, but I am trying to be quick.

Thanx to the following people for all the reviews; Crazy Canuck (yep, there will be more than 14 chapters), sapofbks2002, Cassandra Anthemyst (it might not take as long as you'd think...), KrystinePotterLover (I'm going as fast as I can), ndblue123, Cards.

Now, if you like the idea of Phillippe and Diana, then this is for you.....

(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)

"I don't need any help!" Diana snapped at Phillippe as he tried to take one of the bags from her hand.

"You can't carry that lot on your own" he argued but she was adamant that she could cope without him.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?!"

"Because I happen to like you," Phillippe practically shouted at her, "and I don't see why that is such a problem for you!"

Diana laughed, humourlessly, not able to believe that he hadn't worked it out on his own.

"You're a Prince" she said, loudly.

"So?" he did not see her point at all.

"You are the son of a Queen!" Diana ranted, "You've lived in a palace all your life, with expensive furniture and clothes and servants to do everything for you. You could probably have anything you wanted. Me, I live in New York, in a tiny apartment, just me and my Mom. She works all hours just so we have enough money to pay the rent, buy food and clothes, and put a little by for the future. I know it's not really your fault" she continued, as tears came to her eyes, "but you had everything that I didn't have" she sobbed as she said the last sentence "and what makes it worse is that you actually had my father too". She dropped the bag from her hand, with a sudden thud, and attempted to cover her face as her tears fell.

Phillippe could not bear to see the girl cry. He stepped cautiously towards her and took her in him arms.

Initially she flinched away but then decided to allow herself to fall into his grasp. He held her close as her tears continued to fall like rain from her blue eyes.

"Hey, its okay" he told her, gently, "I do understand, y'know. I only met my real Dad two and a half years ago. I know what it's like to find out you've been lied to, that a secret has been kept from you, but you have to realise, like I did, that no-one ever meant to hurt you, they were just trying to protect you". He spoke comfortingly as he rocked her in his arms and she sobbed into his chest.

Diana knew he was not to blame for her distress, in truth no-one was really to blame. Phillippe was right. Her family were only trying to protect her, even if it didn't feel that way. What Diana knew for sure was that she felt protected now, in the arms of the Prince. She had spent so much of her time trying to avoid the fact that he obviously liked her because she was angry at him and everybody else, for the great betrayal she felt had been committed. Also, she was afraid to be honest with herself about what she might feel for him and she had attempted to convince herself that she did not like him at all. It would be complicated, difficult, and complicated a couple more times, if she allowed herself to fall for this guy, but at that moment it didn't matter. Here in the arms of Phillippe Renaldo, Diana felt as safe as she possibly could. Safe and, very possibly, in love.

"Diana, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again" he whispered to her. She had stopped crying now but she was in no hurry to leave his arms.

"Do you promise?" she asked, her voice still shaky. He loosened his grip on her and moved so he was looking into her face.

"I promise" he told her sincerely, "Nothing and nobody will ever hurt you again"

"I believe you" she said, quietly, and it was true. She did believe him and the longer she stood there, his arms around her, looking into his eyes, the more she knew that she was in love with him.

It was the power of the love she was feeling that resulted in the action she took next. Without another word, she pulled herself up and pressed her lips against his. To say the young prince was surprised, would have been an understatement. He was so surprised by her sudden affection that he did not even have a chance to kiss her back before the moment was lost.

Diana knew she had surprised him. In truth, she had surprised herself and it did not matter that their first kiss was not a major experience or a passionate embrace. It was a symbol of what she felt. It was a simple way of letting him know how she felt about him without having to verbalise all the emotions she was having.

"I should move these bags and go back downstairs" she whispered, as she smiled and slipped out of his arms. She scooped up her mothers luggage and disappeared down the corridor to the room where Jackie would sleep. Behind her she left a very shocked, but inordinately happy, Prince Phillippe.

A/N : Well, you know the drill, you review and I update as soon as I can. I hope you're still enjoying where this is going because it's not over yet...