A/N Heck! Stuff the reviews, I'm writing anyway. You people can't get rid of me this easily..
Disclaimer: I do not own The Princess Diaries or Nicola and the Viscount.

Mia lazily floated in the water, where a nearby Josh kept trying to catch her attention. His attempts were futile, and he eventually swam off to leave her with her thoughts. Who was this Justin guy? She wondered. What did Michael and Josh know?

As she swam to the edge, she called out to Josh, Hey, Prince Josh. I'm going back now, okay? He came over, handsome as ever, and begged her. Just stay with me for a little while longer.... please? Mia felt her resolve weakening, but she shook her head. No, I'm sorry. I feel like having lunch now. With a sigh, Josh let her go, and Mia headed back towards the Richtor Manor.

Good Afternoon, Princess! Jarre cried, as Mia came into the house. You're wet! Here, let me bathe you today. Mia was about to protest, saying that she could do it herself, when Jarre whispered, I need to talk to you about Michael... now.

Mia dazedly followed Jarre's lead, and got into the tub of hot, nice-smelling water.

So... what did you want to tell me? Mia asked as she bathed herself, Jarre washing her hair. Jarre frowned. Well, it's like this... Mum and I both really want me to marry Michael, because he's smart, handsome, really nice, cool, fun to be around with, and really rich. Mia felt a sharp pain in her heart as she was reminded of some of Michael's many qualities. And he smells nice, too, she thought.

However, the last quality that Jarre mentioned made Mia realise that, no matter what, Jarre would always be her father's daughter. And, thinking about Mia's hatred for the King, she could not help but think that Michael deserved better.

Mia interrupted. Yes, Jarre, I am well aware that both you and your mother have plans for you future with Michael, but what did you need to talk to me about? Jarre was suddenly quiet.

She mumled somthing under her breath. Mia asked. . Mia practically screamed. My dad doesn't want me to marry Michael!!!! Jarre wailed.

Mia mumbled. No wonder she was so depressed. Trust me and my big mouth....I should have been more gentle and understanding! But no matter how hard Mia tried to suppress it, she could feel a guilty pleasure rising up.

It's because he saw you with Michael before you came back, asking about Justin. Now dad thinks I should wed someone else, like that Prince Beuxindale. (A/N Stuff the spelling) Mia finished her bath, and got clothed, trying to think of a way to comfort the now sobbing Jarre.

Both girls, though seated opposite each other, were silent all through lunch, each thinking her own thoughts.