Michael stood outside the Genovian castle and looked up. There was a light on in Mia's window and Michael could see shadows flickering and moving around on the walls. He looked around for something—a tree, a vine—anything to help him climb the wall and get a better look into Mia's room. He noticed that the brick walls of the castle had small gaps between the bricks and some of them were slightly loose. Michael put his hand in one of the gaps and a foot in another and pulled himself up onto the wall. He and Mia had gone rock climbing when they had first started dating. He wished Mia were with him, she was a really awesome rock climber. Michael found another gap and pulled himself up to that one. Slowly he made his way up the wall, stopping whenever he heard a noise and pressing himself into the brick so he wouldn't be seen. He finally got close enough that he could climb over onto Mia's balcony. He pulled himself over the railings and hid beside the half open window. He looked in to see Mia sitting in front of a vanity with a huge mirror. A maid stood behind her, brushing her hair. Mia's eyes were red and her make-up was smeared. The maid was talking to her, but Mia wasn't responding, she just stared into the mirror blankly.

"I'm real sorry Princess. I never dreamed they'd bring you home like that! Imagine, being knocked out in New York and waking at home, in Genovia. That's must have been a great shock---"The maid was babbling as she brushed Mia's hair over and over again. Mia's eyes flashed.

"Genovia is NOT my home. My home is in New York." Mia whispered stonily.

"I-I'm sorry Princess, I didn't mean to make you angry." The maid whimpered.

"No, No I'm sorry Miranda; I didn't mean to snap at you. I really am sorry." She said, noticing the scared expression on the Miranda's face. "That's all for tonight. Thank you." Mia said, taking the brush gently from Miranda and laying it on the dressing table. Miranda curtsied and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Mia went into her walk-in-closet and put on her pajamas. Michael noticed that they were the ones he'd given her for her birthday last year. They had French words written all over the bottoms, and the top had the word "Amore" on it. Mia smiled weakly as she walked over to her bed and sat on the edge. She bent down and pulled something out from under her bed. It looked like a DVD. She walked over to her television and popped it in the DVD player.

A picture of Michael and Lilly flashed up onto the screen. They were grinning and laughing. The camera moved panned over the room, they were in Mia's apartment. It was her birthday party from 2 months ago. The video went on to show Boris, Tina, and Jeremiah fooling around and throwing pillows at each other. Michael was tuning his guitar, but when he noticed the camara on him, he blew a kiss towards it. Lilly grinned at the camera and walked over toward it. She disappeared from view, but you could hear her asking Mia (who was working the camera);

"Isn't it great?"

"Yeah Lilly. It is. Thanks for everything." Mia replied.

"Don't thank me, thank Michael." Lilly's voice vanished, and so did the picture. Michael looked to see what Mia was doing. She was fast forwarding. After a minute, she stopped. Michael watched as Mia's eyes filled with tears that spilled over and ran down her face. Michael's guitar played the first few chords of "Princess of my Heart." When he started singing, Mia pulled her pillows up to her face and cried. Michael couldn't take it anymore; he quietly eased the window open and tiptoed over to Mia's bed. He knelt down by her and waited for her to finish crying. When she did, she opened her eyes and yelped.

"Michael! How did you---? Where did you---? Wait, how long have you---? Michael!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "God, I thought I'd never see you again." She held onto him for dear life. They heard the door knob turn and Mia pushed Michael into the walk-in-closet. Michael heard a voice.

"Princess, what's going on in here?" The voice asked. It was very low and raspy.

"I'm watching a movie Hans, a movie. A DVD isn't going to kidnap me which is more than I can say for my family. She hissed, and then flopped down on the bed. The guard shut the door and Michael heard a key scrape in the lock. Mia waited a minute and ran over to the closet.

"Michael you're going to get caught and you'll be in big trouble. They could hurt you, throw you in jail—I don't know what Grandmere is capable of anymore. I haven't seen Dad or Lars the whole time I've been here and—"

"Mia, they aren't going to find me. Even if they do, they'll just send me back to New York. And that won't work because I'll come right back here. Don't worry." He said, holding her to him and stroking her hair. Michael jumped as he heard a knock on the wall. Mia stiffened and pushed Michael behind a rack of dresses and covered him.

"C'mon." A voice said on the other side of the wall. Michael gasped as he watched a panel in the wall open up—it was a hidden door. Lars and Prince Phillip appeared.

"Dad!" Mia squealed and ran over to him. "Lars! Where have you been? Why is Grandmere doing this to me?" Prince Phillip filled Mia in on how Mia's grandmother had heard that someone was going to try to over throw the throne, then, about an hour after her plane from New York had landed, she disappeared.

"Mia, someone has taken your grandmother. We don't know where, but the palace is being watched even as we speak. Your grandmother did not post all of these guards, they're all over the castle, and they aren't Renaldo guards. We are in grave danger if we stay here. Pack a small bag, because you, Lars, and I are going back to New York." Her father explained. Mia ran into her room and grabbed a bag and threw in some jeans, a two t-shirts, and a pair of pants that Michael had left in Genovia when he was here last summer. Michael realized that she was packing some things for him. Her father looked after her curiously as she threw in a brush and the DVD. She grabbed her purse and stuffed it in as well.

"Mia—what are you doing?" Her father asked, looking at Michael's pair of pants.

"Michael is here. He's hiding in the closet behind my dress rack." She said from the bathroom, where she was changing out of her PJs. Her father walked over to the rack and pulled back the dresses.

"Hey Mr. Ren—I mean, Your Highness." Michael gave a short bow before Prince Phillip pushed him, Mia, and Lars into the secret passage way and eased the door shut behind them.