Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns both the Princess Diaries and Nicola and the Viscount.

A/N Why are my chapters so short? ...let's... just... pretend they're more interesting this way!

Early the next morning, Mia yawned and stretched. After a rather good sleep, she brushed out the knots in her hair, (A/N This reminds me of that Dark Secrets fic by Charity... ware the knotter of hair!) and headed downstairs in her pyjamas.

Breakfast comprised of everyone in pyjamas, and yawning a great deal. Mia was puzzled, for she felt more energetic than ever, so her host family must have slept rather late, or risen surprisingly early. Josh politely pulled out a chair beside him, and Mia sat in it in the most graceful manner she could muster.

Already King Jonathan was talking on the phone, obviously running some business or Kingdom project. Mia strained to eavesdrop, though she knew very well that such an unladylike crime was out of bounds. Yes.... it's all going well....yes, the plan is working perfectly.... Surprisingly disappointed that it was, after all, nothing more than a business call of some sort, Mia tucked into her breakfast.

After a few minutes, she sat back with a sigh of satisfaction, and was offered even more food. Knowing that it was impolite -but beyond caring, so full she was- to decline food, Mia accepted the food, but merely picked at it.

At length, Mia ventured to ask where Jarre was, and was reminded by Queen Anne (A/N Lady still sounds much better than Queen. That sounds so... snotty.) that Jarre had set off for a two-day tour of Yhuria. The Queen seemed satisfied with the chosen conversation topic, and set off to talk non-stop about Yhuria. It turned out that though only 150% the size of Genovia, it was a much richer country, and the people of Yhuria -the Yhurians- loved their Monarchy to great extent, and would willingly die in service of their King.

Mia realised that all she knew of King Moscovtiz (A/N Yes, I know you use the first name, but I'll never remember it. So you'll see stuff like King John, then King David everywhere, and everyone will flame me) was that he loved to psychoanalyse people as a past time, and that love ran through their family, except for Michael, Prince Michael had no love for depicting the reasons for peoples' actions.

This love for comprehending his people and their actions made him a loving and understanding King, and from Mia's understanding, the Yhurians were Patriots, and very hard-working. But Queen Anne, Mia said, then it is the King and the Yhurians who are good, so how does Prince Michael fit into all of this? For Mia could not understand why Queen Anne so readily praised Michael to such great extent, yet not explain how he was so great. Why, what a silly question! Michael is the cause of the country's wealth, for he makes sure the economy runs smoothly, and has many ideas on how to increase the country's wealth without the use of slave labour, and taxes. Mia only nodded. This can be done through tourist attraction, like Genovia -your own country- has done.

So Michael is great because he helps boost the economy and hs country's wealth? Mia asked. Yes, but he is also a charming gentleman, and polite and well mannered as you please. She thought for a bit, then added, he will be the perfect husband for Jarre. Mia, too, had come to that same conclusion. For why else would he invite Jarre over, and personally take it upon himself to escort her around his country? And not even invited a group of princesses, but singled her out!

But, Queen Anne, his invitation was a rather instantaneous deed. Surely that was a rather rude action? Queen Anne did not hesitate to reply, If someone else had done it, then I would consider it rude, but as it was Michael, -and we all know how sweet and good a character he is- I believe that it was so as to not inspire jealousy in the hearts of other smitten princesses. For can we not agree that he is most handsome, even though you see him quite often? Mia nodded. See! He knows you so well, yet does not invite you! He has chosen my Jarre! That could only be a good sign.

Sickened of this talk where the Queen managed to insult her with every sentence, Mia politely took leave and went for a casual stroll in the gardens. She's right, she thought. The Queen's right. Why else would he invite Jarre over, if not to court her? Why had Michael invited Jarre over, but not her? After all, she was Lilly's most bosom friend, and a good friend to Michael, too. She had gone over to Yhuria many a time (So beautiful its mountains and cliffs were!), yet though sometimes she was invited by Michael, Lilly was always there too. She had never been to Yhuria on a ...sort of...date.

Even though she was truly in love with Josh, Mia could not help agreeing with Queen Anne's observations. The few times when she was so lucky to witness them, (when he didn't spoil it with a wink and a grin,) Mia was absolutely flabbergasted by the impeccable manners which he had to display, and his civil language. Yet he had never honoured her with his manners, or even polite speech. He treated her like his sister Lilly, ...only perhaps he did not shout at her quite as much. In fact, he'd never scolded her or treated her badly. But still... if only he'd treat her as a princess... or as a lady even! He gave them more respect than her. For if he truly respected her, as a member of the opposite gender, then what, WHAT was the reason for those endless tormenting teasings? (A/N Change endless to tireless, and we have alliteration!)

Mia sighed, and forced herself to realise that no matter what, she could never have Michael, and he didn't even think of her as a girl, and what's more, Jarre probably had him twirled around her little finger. She had to be contented with Josh.

After all, dirty dishwater was better than none at all.

There was no reason not to like Josh, anyway. His charm had probably faded after a few days of constant sight of him, and his body was as perfect as ever... yet there were no sparks, no intimate feelings for him. He just wasn't the one. Mia sighed.

If he wasn't the one, the chances of Michael being the one was even slimmer.

A/N Boring chapters, I know, stick with them. Please? Ok, fine. Do whatever you want.