To my splendid great wonderful reviewers...THANKS SOOO MUCH! I'm sorry this took me nine 1/2 millions years to write...but I kinda get a little sidetracked.

They walked together in the woods, back over the bridge and into the town. People stopped to look as they're sweet Rory did the unthinkable and held hands with a boy none of them knew. The mystery man was vaguely familiar, but no one could figure out exactly who he was. Entering the pub, Rory dropped Tristan's hand and walked quickly over to the table.

Jess and Luke barely acknowledged him, but the three woman, Lane, the bubbly brunette he saw on more than one occasion, and the red-head from earlier...Sookie, looked him over. Rory blushed, pulling a chair over to the table they all ate at. Tristan, not knowing what to do, pulled out a chair as well and sat beside her. Luke and Sookie both stood, walking to the back room, while Rory, Jess, and Lane talked energetically to the bubbly brunette.

She looked at Rory with a smile on her face, "How charming is he!" Rory smiled up at what Tristan assumed to be her sister, judging by the resemblance, and thier uncanny connection. Then she blushed and reached for his hand.

"Um, mother, everyone. I have something to say...This is...uh...Prince Tristan DuGrey, and well...he wants me...us to...pretend to be from somewhere far away and be a royal court."

Tristan bit his lip...trying to keep from being murdered, and looked from Rory to her mother. The brunette was just about to say something, when Sookie rushes back out from the back room with a small but pretty cake in her hands.

Tristan knew that it must have cost them a fortune, what with sugar prices and flour taxes and all, and they were spending it on him. "This is absolutly unnecissary----ohfff" Rory shoved and elbow in his gut, cutting him off, then she nodded towards her mother and Luke.

Luke had helped her mother from her seat, first twirling the brunette in a circle, then bending on one knee while holding her left hand. Tears started to gently fall from Rory's, Sookie's, and Lane's eyes as Luke asked for Lorelei's hand in marrige. They were all focused on solely Luke's words, but Tristan couldn't break his gaze away from Rory's face.

Something about the peasant drew him to her, some...pull. Like a string wrapped around his heart, he thought, now we only have to turn her into a princess and we could be together forever. Soon it will be me on my knees at her feet, willingly bowing down at her feet, to spend the rest of eternity as hers.

The brunette nodded quickly, jumping into the now risen Luke's arms. They danced around the pub silently, lost in embrace, everyone watching them as Tristan watched Rory.

Hours later when they were all sitting around a finished cake, smiling, the brunette landed on the subject of Rory becoming a "princess". After hours of discussion, fighting, and Rory running off in tears, they came to the conclusion that Tristan could change Rory into a "princess" because that's apparantly what she really wanted, and Jess. Jess only to watch Rory closely. No one else, it would be too many people. Someone would say something.

Tristan gladly accepted this, finding Rory and telling her the news. She was slightly miffed that her family deserted her, but in the end she agreed, kissed Tristan on the cheek lightly, then walked into her room.

Early dawn the next morning, Tristan saddled Jeffery up, (Much to his dismay) loaded another horse with dresses and finery for their outfits, jumped on his horse as he lead the other two towards the tiny village. They passed the bustling streets, turning heads, but kept to themselves. Stopping in front of Rory's cottage, Jeffery scoffed in disdain, only to be silenced by Tristan's glare.

"This is to be kept secret. Absolutly silent, do you understand me?" He spoke stiffly, towering over the squat little man as he spoke.

Jeffery nodded with a squeek, then Tristan smirked.

"Good, wouldn't want to behead one of my friends now would I?" he said lightly. Jeffery's squinted eyes grew slightly larger, then he chuckled nervously.

"Of...of course not." He muttered, turning to the horse and starting to unload the dresses.

Tristan smiled, then ran up to the house, knocking on the door. The brunette, who he learned to be called Lorelei, opened the door with a smile, leading them in. Tristan beamed, walking into the small kitchen and sitting down at the tiny table where Jess and Rory sat.

He immediatly reached for Rory's hand, who snapped it back with wide eyes. It was hard for Tristan to remember that he wasn't supposed to touch another girl before marrige, unless they were either to be married, or at a ball or banquet of some sorts. Manners make no sense, they're just a big jumbled mess.

Rory finally spoke after a minute, "So did you figure out how we're going to be introduced into society?"

"Yes, actually. A ball. A grand ball with all the woman in the kingdom. You of course will come late, walking in through the staircase just as the music stops. All eyes will turn to you, I will immediatly come to your side, fascinated by your beauty, we will dance the night away, then you will offically be introduced into soceity as Lady Gilmore of Canada, the new lands across the sea." He finished with a smirk, leaning back into the chair.

Rory's eyes grew, then she looked at her grubby feet, "Oh. That's...complicated isn't it?"

"Nonsense dear lady! My your are beautiful for a peasant girl," Jeffery said, bustling in and lifting Rory off the chair, "You really are exquiset. (Spell?) It won't be too hard to clean you up. Your eyes, Tristan you really do find the prettiest maidens...Now where to start?"

Okay it's a little choppy and stuff...but still. Sorry it took me so long to update! P.S. I'm not from Canadia...but gosh darn it! Those Canadians are soooocool,with they're syrup and popcorn and Frenchness! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW