Elizabeth looked into the mirror. Groaning she ran the brush through her hair harder.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Arghff!!
What in the hell is she suposed to tell him? She knew what she was suposed to tell him. It was a simple three letter word that would bind her for all eternity to the man, the lover,THE PRINCE.
It really shouldn't bother her that he was a prince, it really shouldn't have mattered in their relationship, it didn't matter eight years ago, when they were on the private island. Back when they didn't have the press and other out forces between them, well except for Antionia and her mother.
Other than them, it didn't matter that she was American and he was a Prince. They fell in love at that island which felt like a magical world away from her parents, Sweet Valley, away from everything. No they were trying to keep the relationship alive in the real world
Its not that she didn't love Laurent, anything couldn't be farther from the truth. She loved him more than Todd, Tom, Connor and she will never love anyone as much as Laurent
So why couldn't she say it?
Stalking up and down the patio was not going to do him much good. He had been so damn sure that she was going to say yes to him. He was also damn sure that she was going to say yes. Before when he asked her the fiirst time, she had a vaiid reason for turning him down, no matter the heartbreak he had endured because of her decision. Muttering a pronfanity under his breath in french Laurent sat down on the steps. The steps that led from the grand old house to the ocean. HE squeezed his eyes blocking the rush of emotions that he knew was coming.
When the van had pulled away from the chateau, he had been on the roof of the tower watching the scene below him. Elizabeth and Jessica were tearfully saying goodbye to his siblings. Even Nicholas and Catherine came out to say good bye to them. Elizabeth kept looking around as if she was wating for someone to come out and say goodbye. He knew he was being childish and the royal thing to was to come out and say goodbye to them, even if it was a forced effort. To say goodbye to someone meant that you were never going to see them again. So if he had said goodbye to her then, he would have never have had this second chance.
Second Chances were hard to come by. So he had prayed and prayed, even though he was not religious. He was religious up to the point where she said no to him.
How you could believe in a great and good higher being when your heart was shattered beyond repair at that point? The only thing Laurent felt, thought and knew was that he would never be happy again. He had avoided the press, his *friends* he came the notorious PHANTOM PRINCE. Which fit him just fine he had thought when he was dubbed that by the tabloids. He honestly didn't care.
But now-
Elizabeth wanted to say yes. He knew that much, he saw the love in her eyes. He felt the love between them the past couple of weeks when they were alone together in their own little world.
Laurent lifted his head and met the white light of the moon.
He loved and hated this feeling of having his life and love in the hands of Elizabeth Wakefield. This was his last chance to win her. He knew that for a fact, he was twenty-six years old. He HAD to get married. He got away with murder almost at eighteen becuase he was so young, but there was a line. He had to marry. Whether it be Elizabeth or a princess from another princepality.
And Laurent really wanted to have Elizabeth.
So what was her answer?
Getting up from the vainity, Elizabeth still raked the brush through her hair. She moved out onto the balcony and looked out apon the black sea. The light from the moon made the water sparkle and wink knowingly at her. It mocked her with the black ripples and the light made the crests of the waves blue, so it in her mind the water was black hair and the crests were blue eyes looking at her waiting for the answer.
A movement in the bottom of her eye caught her attention as she saw an all too familiar lean and muscled lone shadow walk out onto the beach. With the moonlight now focused on his hair too, Elizabeth felt almost too weak to stand up. Noone else ever had that kind of power over her. The figure was almost too powerful, yet almost too lonely. Knowing that invitible answer was hanging over their heads. A three letter word that could bind them for all eternity or an even smaller two letter word that would crush her heart and soul forever.
Put that way it only seems like there is only one answer. So why can't she say the damn word? Looking back out at the figure, she felt the love in her heart, the feeling of wholeness that the man himself gave to her.
"I am out of my mine and out of control." Elizabeth knew the words had floated down to him by the movement of body to look up at her. She saw the moonlight catch his smoldering blue eyes and danced off his onyx hair.
Locking eyes with him, Elizabeth knew at that exact moment, that she could never live with out him.
Elizabeth said something gently in her softest voice to him, turned and walked back into the bed chamber.
A moment later, the gold colored handle on the main door began to turn. The door opned and Laurent stood there.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Arghff!!
What in the hell is she suposed to tell him? She knew what she was suposed to tell him. It was a simple three letter word that would bind her for all eternity to the man, the lover,THE PRINCE.
It really shouldn't bother her that he was a prince, it really shouldn't have mattered in their relationship, it didn't matter eight years ago, when they were on the private island. Back when they didn't have the press and other out forces between them, well except for Antionia and her mother.
Other than them, it didn't matter that she was American and he was a Prince. They fell in love at that island which felt like a magical world away from her parents, Sweet Valley, away from everything. No they were trying to keep the relationship alive in the real world
Its not that she didn't love Laurent, anything couldn't be farther from the truth. She loved him more than Todd, Tom, Connor and she will never love anyone as much as Laurent
So why couldn't she say it?
Stalking up and down the patio was not going to do him much good. He had been so damn sure that she was going to say yes to him. He was also damn sure that she was going to say yes. Before when he asked her the fiirst time, she had a vaiid reason for turning him down, no matter the heartbreak he had endured because of her decision. Muttering a pronfanity under his breath in french Laurent sat down on the steps. The steps that led from the grand old house to the ocean. HE squeezed his eyes blocking the rush of emotions that he knew was coming.
When the van had pulled away from the chateau, he had been on the roof of the tower watching the scene below him. Elizabeth and Jessica were tearfully saying goodbye to his siblings. Even Nicholas and Catherine came out to say good bye to them. Elizabeth kept looking around as if she was wating for someone to come out and say goodbye. He knew he was being childish and the royal thing to was to come out and say goodbye to them, even if it was a forced effort. To say goodbye to someone meant that you were never going to see them again. So if he had said goodbye to her then, he would have never have had this second chance.
Second Chances were hard to come by. So he had prayed and prayed, even though he was not religious. He was religious up to the point where she said no to him.
How you could believe in a great and good higher being when your heart was shattered beyond repair at that point? The only thing Laurent felt, thought and knew was that he would never be happy again. He had avoided the press, his *friends* he came the notorious PHANTOM PRINCE. Which fit him just fine he had thought when he was dubbed that by the tabloids. He honestly didn't care.
But now-
Elizabeth wanted to say yes. He knew that much, he saw the love in her eyes. He felt the love between them the past couple of weeks when they were alone together in their own little world.
Laurent lifted his head and met the white light of the moon.
He loved and hated this feeling of having his life and love in the hands of Elizabeth Wakefield. This was his last chance to win her. He knew that for a fact, he was twenty-six years old. He HAD to get married. He got away with murder almost at eighteen becuase he was so young, but there was a line. He had to marry. Whether it be Elizabeth or a princess from another princepality.
And Laurent really wanted to have Elizabeth.
So what was her answer?
Getting up from the vainity, Elizabeth still raked the brush through her hair. She moved out onto the balcony and looked out apon the black sea. The light from the moon made the water sparkle and wink knowingly at her. It mocked her with the black ripples and the light made the crests of the waves blue, so it in her mind the water was black hair and the crests were blue eyes looking at her waiting for the answer.
A movement in the bottom of her eye caught her attention as she saw an all too familiar lean and muscled lone shadow walk out onto the beach. With the moonlight now focused on his hair too, Elizabeth felt almost too weak to stand up. Noone else ever had that kind of power over her. The figure was almost too powerful, yet almost too lonely. Knowing that invitible answer was hanging over their heads. A three letter word that could bind them for all eternity or an even smaller two letter word that would crush her heart and soul forever.
Put that way it only seems like there is only one answer. So why can't she say the damn word? Looking back out at the figure, she felt the love in her heart, the feeling of wholeness that the man himself gave to her.
"I am out of my mine and out of control." Elizabeth knew the words had floated down to him by the movement of body to look up at her. She saw the moonlight catch his smoldering blue eyes and danced off his onyx hair.
Locking eyes with him, Elizabeth knew at that exact moment, that she could never live with out him.
Elizabeth said something gently in her softest voice to him, turned and walked back into the bed chamber.
A moment later, the gold colored handle on the main door began to turn. The door opned and Laurent stood there.
