**Authors note** It's been a while I realize that. I feel really bad about this but, I think the wait was worth it. You do not know how many times I came to my computer to type out the next installment in this Story that has quite frankly taken on a life of its own. As I write this I, this story has earned over 55 reviews in a small section of fanfiction.net. I know that the pressure was high because of this. Because of the high number of reviews for this story I knew that the demand for quality was high. I tried several different approaches to this chapter, so it pretty much shocked the hell out of me when my muses kicked back into gear and gave me this idea. To write this next chapter from Laurent's view, the thoughts in his head. This is where I go into parts of his character that the Sweet Valley Triology left out. This Laurent is somewhat darker in personality. I am really enjoying going into him more, because there are just somethings that the books left out. I am also playing with the idea of writing a story of Laurent's life. Tell me what you think when and if you review for this chapter. Happy Reading.**
"I don't know what's worse the constant rain in England or the unpredictable weather here in Sweet Valley." Laurent muttered while looking out one of the bay windows that faced a rough and wild Pacific Ocean. He lifted the cup of coffee to his lips and took a gulp looking over the rim of the cup he watched a couple walk hand and hand down the beach. Even though this was a private strip of beach Elizabeth still let people have access to it. He turned away from the window and crossed the livingroom. He sat down and stretched his long legs in front of himself. He wasn't quite sure why he was in a bad mood, maybe it was because of the weather.
He groaned and put his empty coffee cup on the coffee table, laying out on the couch he let his body relax. Pushing his hands beneath his head he stared up at the vaulted ceiling. His let his memories flood his mind and take him back into the past......

I pushed open the gate to the little english garden and took a deep breath of flower scented air. Engaged.
I stormed into the garden and sat down hard on the little stone bench. How on earth could Papa do this to me? I wondered looking into the little pond the goldfish just looked back at me. I had studied arranged marriages in my history lessons but I never exspected this to happen to me. It would have been different if the bethothal was to a girl who I actaully could stand for more than five minutes.
Antonia di Rimmini. That little 15 yr old with the frizzy orange hair and the nose that was so sharp that it could cut steak. An involuntary shudder ran down my spine. Surely she and her bitch of a mother couldn't be what the fates had planned for me. To marry Antonia would be to marry her mother also.
I angryily pushed my hand through my hair. I WILL NOT marry her. I silently promised. Groaning I leaned back against the back of the bench. Today was my eighteenth birthday, and tonight at the formal ball will be the offical annoucentment to me that my life was over.
Wonderful.
What I wouldn't give to be a normal teenager. Just to be able to go to college, I smiled a little, the chance to meet a few college girls. But I will never have that kind of freedom that I so wish for.
In two weeks we leave for the Chateau in the south of France. I always loved that old castle all the secret passage ways, the trap doors, and the huge maze that I used to play in every time I got a chance. Mayb I could lose Antonia and her mother in the maze, there have been legends of themaze, once you go into the maze you will never be found again.
I turned my heada clanking sound, I saw my stepmother enter the garden and walked over to me. Sitting on the beach Catherine took my hand.
"Laurent, I know you are not happy about this arrangement. But I know that you will warm up to Antonia, she really isn't all that bad. In order for you to spend more time with her. Your father and I have decided to hire to au pairs for the summer. So you won't have to watch the children."
"Two?" I questioned her. This was a shock. Normally I took care of my brother and sisters when we went to the Chateau.
"Yes, a pair of american girls, twins I believe, sixteen years old.
"What are their names?"
"Wakefield, Elizabeth and Jessica."
I smirked. "I think you might need more than two teenage girls to handle the Triple Terror." Triple Terror is what I've called them since they chased off the last three au pairs that came on our Christmas break. which I must say pretty damn good, especially since that Peirre, Claudette and Manon where only 5, 2, and 13 months.
"The twins will do just fine. The children can't get into to any trouble on a private island. Besides I need you to spend more time with Antonia. It is your duty as the oldest son to uphold the traditions of the royal family...."
I blocked out Catherine's voice. I despise the duty and honor speech. I turned my head and glanced up at the palace. A gilted cage is still a cage. I heaved a sigh. I did not live a life. I was a prisoner who was forced into a life of of hard labor. My crime?
I was born.....
"Laurent," He opened his eyes and tried to focus his wavering gaze at the angel who stared at him with her up side down teal eyes. "I though you were gone from the world. Elixabeth said walking around the couch to the side of it. with her hip brushing the side of it.
Smiling Laurent pulled Elizabeth down onto the couch beside him. He tangled his hand in her loose hair. Kissing her,he pulled away and stroked her cheek with his other hand. "We will have to leave for France soon, my dear."
"I know." Stretching her legs out, she continued. "When do we need to leave?"
"Most likely in a week, maybe less." He admitted honestly. " With you, liz, I almost forget that I'm a prince, much less a crown prince." Flashing a smile at Elizabeth, he added, "and that's not always a bad thing."
"Sure...." Elizabeth met his grin. Her smile fadded as she realized what he just said. "You called me "Liz". I believe that is the first time you ever called me that."
"I do believe you are right about that love, I guess we are ready for the alter now."
"I sure hope so. Because there is a chance that I could be pregnant." She rolled off the couch and headed up the step into the foyer. She blew a kiss over her shoulder before she dissapeared into the foyer.
Laying there, the full impact of her words hit him like a well placed fist in his chest. Pregnant??
"LIZ!!" He flew off the couch and went after the coy little blonde.