A/N: This chapter was frustrating! I had not idea how things would go and I've had to type this chapter TWICE because of Fanfiction and power surge. But hope this is good!

Disclaimer: Wish I owned Full House but I don't. Only My Oc's.

BTW: I'm bad with ratings so in the future if my ratings need to be changed for whatever reason just tell me!


"Stephanie dear, we must hurry. They have announced the arrival of Prince Harry!" Skeffington continued on for five more minutes.

"Hold on please!" Stephanie answered. Gia and Mickey helping her choose a gown and help with her hair style for the day.

Charles was present also, but with his back turned.

"Why are you making such an effort to look nice?" He asked, feeling jealous.

Countess Skeffington giggled like a child, "Because she doesn't know if Prince Harry is the same Prince who was her childhood friend."

"Steph make up her mind whether to wear something revolting to scare him away or dress beautiful." Gia added.

"That's why she woke us up before the monks are up praying!" Mickey complained and rubbed her eyes.

"I know! If the sun isn't even up, why should we be?" Gia yawned.

"But girls, waking up early is good for you. Besides, sleeping into the day really is a waste of youth." Countess Skeffington sipped some tea.

The three touched their faces for wrinkles. Thankfully none were found.

"Oh don't worry, dears! You're young! I'm the one who should be worrying about my looks."

"But Madame, you look so youthful! People often mistake you for a woman young as Stephanie! What's your secret?" Gia urged the governess to go on.

Skeffington merely glanced at her before returning to her tea.

"That's not an answer Madame!"

"I'll tell you this: stop being lazy!"

Gia frowned but can't argue with a Countess.

"So this is why?" Charles asked but kind of lost interest after the whole talk about youth and beauty.

"Not quite, he was a good friend. Just like you are to me, Charles." Stephanie said.

The scholar turned around as if to ask something but Mickey shrieked.

"Turn back around! Steph is changing! Heavens I don't know why you're even allowed in her chamber."

Charles scoffed and turned around again.

"Charles? Are you alright?" Stephanie asked concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good, cause I've got too much to worry about already." Stephanie tugged on the green gown. "I don't like this. Too scratchy. How about we try the red one."

A maid took out a dark red dress with the most wonderful design and silver edges.

"This one, Your Highness?" She said in a soft voice.

"Yes! That one is perfect isn't it?" Stephanie beamed.

Charles' mouth fell open.

'Why would Stephanie wear such an exquisite and unique gown? All for a childhood friend? I doubt it! I better follow them.' He thought.

"There we go! It's absolutely lovely! I envy you." Gia said.

"Better get going then." The girls and Charles followed Countess Skeffington down to the throne room where Daniel is currently talking to the Prince. As Princess Stephanie was announced (As well as Skeffington and Charles) everyone turned their way. Men bowed and women curtsied as Stephanie walked up to her father.

She curtsied to him, "Good morning, Father."

"Good morning to you, Stephanie." Daniel gestured to the young man beside him, "This is Prince Harry of Japan."

"How do you do, Your Highness?" Prince Harry greeted with a kind smile.

"Hello..." Stephanie completely trailed off. This was the boy she remembered! A lot taller and definetly more mature but she is certain this is the boy. The little boy she knew.

While Stephanie stared at the Prince, Charles kept having that same feeling of envy eating at him. He had thought he liked Stephanie as a friend or best friend but friends don't usually get jealous when someone they care about is engaged in a conversation with someone else.

"I don't understand..." Charles whispered to himself, forgetting he wasn't alone.

"What was that, Charles dear?" Skeffington asked.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"I'm afraid you did."

"Sorry...please, ignore me I'm just rambling to myself."

Skeffington shrugged, "Alright then. But you're really not suppose to talk while the King is talking."

"Technically, the Princess and Prince are talking." Charles countered.

"Same thing."

'The wisdom of old people...' Charles thought, this time making sure he's only thinking and not whispering aloud.

The conversation between Stephanie and Harry seem to have ended as they are both walking to the garden. When no one was watching, Charles followed them hiding behind bushes.

"Do you remember me, Harry?" Stephanie asked while they sat down next to the rose patches.

Harry looked at her, "I was about to ask the same thing. That, and why the Queen-"

"She's dead...has been for a while now." Stephanie quickly answered.

"Oh..." Harry dropped his gaze to his hands, "I'm terribly sorry."

"That's alright, it's just that I always wished Mother would live till my wedding is all."

The two friends sat still. Harry trying to think of what to say. Stephanie picked a petal off one of the red roses. Charles wondering what kind of bush he had hidden in because now he is itching!

"Since we have been friends a long time back, it would be rather awkward to get married won't you agree?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and I never intended to marry for alliance. I want to marry for love." She paused to smile at Harry. Slowly, Stephanie got up and strolled to a different rose bush and looked for the right one. When she found the one she was looking for, she picked it and handed the delicate rose to Harry. "A white rose symbolizes friendship and innocence."

Harry accepted the rose and looked up at Stephanie.

"And that is as far as our relationship will ever be."

Harry just smiled, "How do you know what each rose stood for?"

"My mother told me." Stephanie walked over and picked a red rose. "And red ones stand for love. The same as the roses in my mother's bouquet during her wedding."

"Are you going to use roses too?"

"No, I prefer magnolias."

Harry gave Stephanie a questioning look.

"I would show you but we have no magnolia trees in Aurelie Couture."

"I know what magnolias are, but I'm just not sure why you would use them."

"I just love them...my stallion is also named Magnolia."

"What type of magnolias are you using for your bouquet?" The Prince was getting more and more interested in flowers.

Somewhere, Charles had just realized he had hidden him poison ivy and still itching but soon forgot about it when he saw Stephanie give a rose to Harry.

"I'm considering mulan magnolias. They are rather stunning yet easy for me to handle at the same time."

"Has anyone of your ancestors carried mulan magnolias in their bouquets?"

Stephanie motioned for him to sit down again, "Until just a few generations ago, the Tanner Kingdom was not the wealthiest...and still isn't. So my ancestors were very limited with what they do for their weddings. Nothing extravigent."

"And I thought all monarchs were rich."

"Not all Kingdoms start out as wealthy. You just happen to be born from one that's wealthy and powerful for centuries already."

"So your family worked pretty hard to get where you are right now huh?"

"And all that effort is going to go to waste because the family line ends here with only three Princesses bearing the name Tanner."

"Beg your pardon but I do so disagree," Harry interrupted, "Your father loves you all regardless of gender and it doesn't seem to bother him that the throne will be handed to another someday."

"What makes you think that?" Stephanie questioned.

"Well, the way he is for example. Has King Daniel ever punished you without good reason?"

"No, the only time my sisters and I have ever gotten him to the point of livid is when we got angry at each other and started throwing mud around in Mother's privy garden."

"King Daniel does love things clean so I expect that of him...no offense but your family is a bit weird."

"I've been told that so no offense taken."

Harry reached out his hand to Stephanie.

"Well then, Chief, shall we go back inside for lunch?"

Stephanie smiled at her childhood friend, "You remembered that nickname!"

The Prince grinned, "Of course!"

"Then why were you calling me "Princess" all this time?"

"It's only been an hour since I started walking around with you! I had no idea you still liked that nickname!"

"And you've already displeased me! I no longer wish to be your wife!" Stephanie said dramatically. Even though they both agreed to be friends and pretend like this arrangement didn't work out.

Harry put both his hands on his chest, "Oh my broken heart!" He gasped.

The two began to laugh just like back then in the privy garden.

Charles, being so far away, failed to detect the sarcasm in Harry's words which now made him believe Harry loves Stephanie...which he doesn't. Only as a friend.

For the next four minutes, Charles watched as Stephanie took Harry's hand in her's and together they headed back to the palace for lunch.

"Hey!"

Charles jumped and fell into a puddle of mud.

'That voice..." He thought.

"Scholar boy, what are you doing? Spying?"

He turned his head to the right to find Gia with her arms crossed.

"What are you doing here?"

"I asked that first! Do I need to report you?" Gia snapped.

"Calm down, it's not like I interfered with anything." The Scholar got up and dusted himself, "Besides, that Prince Harry calls Stephanie by a nickname too."

"That's an entirely different situation," Gia took her fan out, "He is a Prince."

Charles rolled his eyes.

"Plus, I find it rather cute the way he's calling her by a nickname after all these years." Gia turned on her heel and walked away, "Face it, Scholar boy, you don't stand a chance against him!"

He didn't understand what he had done to make Gia hold such a grudge against him but if it's something about his status, there's nothing to be done but work harder.

"Mind as well get back to the palace too." Charles whispered to himself. He was pretty sure Harry and Stephanie were back in already having lunch by now. The King probably happy for the two (Since he has no idea). He hasn't seen Princess Michelle at all today. Actually, he hasn't seen her since the Derek-Went-Hysterical Incident.

These thoughts left his mind as he stepped into the dining hall. Women screaming or fainting, men barking orders around at servants and Stephanie with her hand clasped over her mouth, eyes wide. Princess Michelle sat, petrified. Too scared to move. Ladies Denise and Lisa were standing behind Michelle, also unmoving. Harry was by King Daniel...which now that he noticed, knew the cause of the commotion.

The King looked weary, as if he would pass out any second. Everyone, in a hurry to help King Daniel, started running everywhere. Some ordering servants to fetch the healer and physicians, others who were too shocked simply passed out. Countess Skeffington along with Sir Mac ran to Stephanie's side.

"Do not worry, Lady Princess," Sir Mac soothed.

"I'll go check on His Majesty too. Stay with Stephanie." The Countess went to King Daniel.

"What is happening? Why has Father suddenly became so weak? I knew he is growing old but why?" Stephanie asked in tears.

Now King Daniel really has passed out. A Courtier shouted "What will we do if King Daniel is to pass away?" Ladies agreed while Lords and Baron Saffron scolded the Courtier for saying such things.

After what seemed like two eternities, the Physician, Dr. Marcos Lund arrived. Checking if King Daniel has a normal temperature and asking people to bring him some of the food samples to search for signs of poison. Whether or not he'll live, everyone prays and crosses their fingers.

"Good Lord..." Countess Skeffington hugged Stephanie, "Please don't let it be the black death...anything but that..."


A/N: Yes! Another done! For any whose interested, the story with the most hits is currently "My Twin Girls?" followed by "Stephanie's Rule". Thank you all for reading! Please leave a review! Constructive critisism is welcomed! No flamers!