A/N: Well, kiddies, I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to get back in the practice of writing long chapters. The inspiration muses are on coffee break, and I can only hope that when they return they will be fully charged with caffeine.
Liam's POV
Chapter Seven
I was wondering why Rosalie had run off, when a big, hulking man walked up. He grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me.
"Wha- who are you?" I cried.
"You were looking at my girl." He said. "I don't like people looking at the Princess like that."
I wondered why people were so protective of Rosalie. Then it hit me. "Rosalie's your girlfriend?"
"Yea!" he replied. "Of course, she doesn't know it, but I can fix that. I'll make her see everything when she's ready." Then his thoughts returned to me, unfortunately. "But, like I said, I don't like people looking at her like that." He drew back his fist, ready to punch me in the face. I was so scared that I almost lost my head and told him who I was. But then I regained my composure and decided not to. I had learned lots of moves at the palace (because I was, of course, the Crown prince), and I decided that using one right now would save me a lot of pain. So I twisted his arm around his back, and broke free.
I ran hard and fast in the opposite direction, and I realized that I was running towards the palace. That was a good thing, I decided, until I bumped into an ill-dressed young merchant's daughter.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" she shouted. "Wait a minute- Liam?"
Oh brother, I thought. I'm in for it now.
It was my younger-by-one-year sister, Emilia, dressed in a gown that I remembered seeing on a chambermaid just a week ago. The dark colors went badly with her green eyes and the dirty blond hair that was the same color as mine.
"What are you doing here, Liam?" she asked.
"The same thing as you, except a little different, I expect, seeing as you've been making eyes at that serving boy for the past four weeks. Did you think that I wouldn't notice?"
Emilia blushed. "Well, don't make fun of Stefan. He's very nice, although you wouldn't know it. You don't notice any of the servants. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
It was my turn to blush. "Oh, just getting out of the palace without all those stifling guards." Those guards would have been useful, back there with that scrap with that man. Who was he, anyway? And what did he mean by saying that Rosalie's his girl, but she doesn't know it? This is a very big problem.
At that minute, Rosalie approached. "Hey, Domanic!" Rosalie shouted. She eyed Emilia suspiciously. "Who's she?"
I noticed that Emilia was eyeing me. Her look said, So this is why you went out of the palace. I blushed so much that I must have looked like I had awful sunburn.
"Uh, this is my sister, uh, um, Anna! Yeah, that's right. Anna."
"Oh," said Rosalie, drawing it out with sarcasm. "And what are you doing, calling the princess a name that isn't hers? Or is it just because she is your sister? Your Highness."
Emilia and I exchanged looks that both said, She's onto us, and then Rosalie burst out laughing.