Lissa's P.O.V

I struggled with the crown, unsatisfied with how it looked on me; catching my mirrored self I released the crown and frowned. Fixing my "sovereign's" robes, I felt unsatisfied.

"Vasilisa!" My mother called out. She stood next to me and sighed. Putting everything back to before I messed it up. "Stop messing with it. You look beautiful. Don't worry."

I smiled not saying nothing as Christian carrying Edmund walked in.

"Lissa. They're ready." He said kissing me on the forehead. I smiled at him, before looking at Edmund.

"Hey, Popper." I whispered. Edmund giggled as I played with him. I kissed him on the forehead.

I looked up at Christian, who gave me a comforting smile. "I'm excited, but extremely nervous." I admitted.

My Dad walked in with my brother. My Dad tugged at his sleeve as he checked himself in the mirror. "Sounds exactly how you were on you're wedding day." Andre took a seat at a near by couch. My whole family dressed in our Royal garbs. Guardian Hathaway entered the room, her auburn curls were tied back in a loose ponytail. I spotted the walkie-talkie hidden in her Guardian clothes.

"Are you ready? You're Majesty. " She asked.

Andre stood up and put an arm around me. "Come on sis. Let's show the people, my annoying little sister."

The doors open.

Dimitri's P.O.V

The woods looked empty. I lifted my face, letting the light and shadow dance across my skin. Bees hummed in and out of the pennyroyal. I inhaled its minty smell and continued on, delighting in the sound of my feet sliding through the leaves. "Comrade?"

...

I woke up with a sharp inhale and slightly heavy breathing. I looked around, remembering where I was, a little thrown off. Ivan sits beside him. Ivan is wearing headphones, sunglasses, an expensive T-shirt and jeans. A newspaper sits on a table title: PRINCESS DRAGOMIR CORINATION TODAY. Magazines lay next to it. WHAT TO DO IF YOU'RE CHILD IS A HUMAN? and DHAMPIRS CLOSE TO WIPING OUT STRIGOI MENACE. Ivan, noticed me awake and admit tingly shaken a little up. He took off his headphones and gave me a worried teasing frown. "Awe, did Dimikaaaaaaa get a wittle nightmare?"

I rolled my eyes, not answering; looking over at Ivan's laptop, The Princess Bride, is playing. I gives Ivan a "Really?" look?

"Hey, don't judge me and I don't have to defend an amazing movie to you...by the way we're landing soon. " Ivan said, putting his headphones on again but leaving one ear open.

I rolled my eyes, and aimed a TV remote at a TV. A photo of Dimitri and Tasha Ozera, fills the screen behind a news anchor. I give a blank expression to the TV. Before I let out an annoyed sigh, when more pictures showed, I changed channels.

"...Hundreds gather on the streets or by television to watch the coronation of Vasilisa Dragomir... " The reported said, behind a crowd in front of the Dragomir Estate.

I sighed again in boredom, and started channel surfing: all channels feature Lissa, Moroi, Dhampirs or myself.

"..people like Dimitri Belikov..." Hearing my name I paused. "These half Moroi, half humans. These Dhampirs. need to pick a side. They can either continue protecting those vampire freaks or help stand with mankind. HUMANITY." I rolled my eyes and changed the channel again.

"Ivan Zeklos, the playboy millionaire Moroi seems to have hired his childhood friend the commendable Dimitri Belikov; leaving some wondering if Mr. Belikov will leave Mr. Zeklos for his new fiancée Tasha Ozera."

Ivan sits up, overhearing the TV. "You're not gonna leave me are you?" He said giving me a puppy dog face.

I shrugged. "Day is still young."

We both paused before laughing. I return to the TV. Mia is seen on the TV, a gossip show, Behind her looms a moody photo of a dark, brooding Dimitri.

"What is it about Dimitri Belikov, the dhampir's idols and the Moroi's Russian champion? Our Mr. Darcy? OK, so yeah he's engaged. " She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "But come on. He doesn't look happy with her. . He's handsome and he's got like these amazing eyes. But what really gets to us, girls? Yes, Dimitri Belikov is troubled. He's lost, he's searching for something... and deep down inside, we girls hope what he's searching for is... us! " She says with sultry heat. "Maybe we can show him the good things of America. "She winks at the camera. "This is Mia Rinaldi, for ..." I turned off the TV in annoyance.

"Dimiiiitttttrrrrriiii." Ivan calls out. "I'm booorrrred."

I glanced at Ivan and reaches for a western book. Ivan frowns.

"You know the media is FAR more offensive here than in Europe." Ivan says.

"My job is to protect you. I don't really give a damn what they say about me." I say blankly.

"Oh, come on Dimitri you are a celebrity, entering upon "The World Stage". Intense curiosity surrounds you, millions now analyzing your every move." He says, waving his arms like a presenter.

"They should get a life. " I say plainly.

"They want YOURS. Or you. Depending on who you ask. " He points out.

"Yeah? Well, they can have it." I say before going back to my book.

The pilot's voice on the PA comes on. "Sirs, please buckle up. We'll be landing in 10 minutes. "

I look down before looking at Ivan. "Ever wonder what would happen if Moroi and Dhampirs didn't reveal themselves to the world? "

Ivan took a minute to think of that. "I don't know. I probably wouldn't be as rich." He smiles. "Why? Do you wanna go under the grid again? Do you want another job? "

"No, I'll stick with you for a bit, you pay well."

Ivan puts a hand to his chest "shocked". "I'd never would have assumed you as a gold digger."

They both laugh before we got interrupted by my phone going off.

I sighed. "Tasha is gonna meet us at your house. "

Ivan watches me before closing his laptop. "Man, why are you planning on marrying her if you don't like her? "

"Ivan. I like Tasha. I mean you know, we grew up together. I don't know. Everybody expected me to be with her. She is nice and... "

"Bitchy?"

I glared at him. "No..."

"No, she's bitchy, man. Every Moroi female has a trace of bitchyness in her. Some small, some a lot. "

"Everybody has a role." I mummer. "Yours is to be an entitled, rich Moroi. " I say mockingly.

Ivan smiles and holds up a glass towards me. "That you have the pleasure of protecting. "

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not gonna give the press my life story, are you? "

Ivan shrugs, "Well, if they offer me enough money. "

"Don't you already have all the money you can possibly need?"

"You can never have too much money."

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