AN: I do not own TVD or TO or The Princess Diaries

"Elena?" Jenna called softly. She slowly approached the lump at the edge of her granddaughter's bed. "Hello?" She perched on the edge of the bed and gently shook the submerged body.

Jenna noticed that there was another body in the bed. Blond hair peeked out from under the down comforter on the opposite side so she figured it was either Rebekah or Caroline.

"Good morning, my love," Jenna crooned when the form shifted. "I know it's a little early, but I've been thinking. Things have been so pressured lately. I was wondering whether we should spend…" She trailed off when the blankets were pulled down to reveal a blond. "… Caroline?"

Jenna reached out and tugged down the blankets on the other side to reveal Rebekah. "What are you two doing here?"

"Good morning, your majesty," Rebekah covered her yawn.

"We just wanted to…" Caroline blinked and set up in the bed. She struggled to come up with a suitable excuse. She was saved from having to by the sudden arrival of Elena.

"Hi," Elena gasped for air. Her windswept hair tumbled in wild waves down her back. She spun on her heel when Charlotte came in behind her.

"I think you should see this." Charlotte picked up the silver remote and turned on the television.

Elena drew in a shuddering breath when she heard Elsie Kentworthy. She felt tears pool in her eyes when she saw the grainy footage being discussed.

"Finally, after generations of boring royals who never misbehaved, Bulgaria has a world class scandal, proving that we should have brought in an American long ago. Will Stefan Salvatore, Duke of Valencia, still marry such a naughty, naughty princess? Or will Lord Elijah Mikaelson be the new king? It's out of the frying pan and into the fire for Princess Elena. Keep your eggs sunny-side up."

"I'd like to tell her what she can do with her eggs," Caroline hopped off the bed with Rebekah and approached Elena.

Elena felt her legs give out beneath her. She collapsed on the floor and hid her head in her hands.

"Girls," Jenna took hesitant steps forward, "could we have a moment alone?"

The queen waited until the girls had walked out. It took a few minutes as they kept casting concerned glances at their friend.

"So?" Jenna sat beside Elena and laid her hand on the princesses shaking shoulder.

Elena sniffed and rested her chin against her forearms. "I got played." Tears streaked down her cheeks. She did not know which was worse, being set up by Elijah, or realizing that she had actually fallen for him.

"Well," Jenna sighed and stared at the floral wallpaper, "the real question is: do we still have a wedding?"

"Stefan, I'm so, so sorry," Elena ran after him as he fled the castle. She finally caught up with him on the landing outside the front door. "Stefan, please wait. I promise you nothing happened." Elena blinked back her tears.

"You still went, Elena, didn't you?" Stefan took a hard step forward. "You went." He shook his head and laughed humorlessly. "I don't think you understand. I'm an extremely eligible bachelor in Italy. I've got plenty of friends, lots of lovely women friends, and… I still think this marriage is a good idea." He stared at her for a second.

"Elena," Stefan surged forward. His hands cupped her cheeks. His lips crashed against hers in a harsh kiss.

Elena gasped when his lips moved against hers. The hard stone of the railing cut into her back. She blinked slowly when he pulled away.

The pair was too wrapped up in their conversation to notice the three blonds watching through a window.

"So," Stefan stepped back, "anything?"

"Stefan… I really want to say yes, but no. There's just, there's no…" Elena pressed her lips together and searched for the right word that would not shatter him, "… spark."

"Me either," Stefan sighed. He leaned against the railing beside her.

"Really?" Elena looked at him with wide eyes.

"Really," Stefan nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"It was pleasurable."

"Very."

"Very pleasant, but… no fireworks."

"None," Elena's hand cut through the air in front of her. "What are we going to do?" She didn't wait for him to respond before she started babbling: "We will… figure something out."

"Elena, you chose me…" he trailed off when several guards passed them to go down the stairs.

"No privacy," Elena laughed as she watched them.

"You chose me," Stefan continued when they were again alone, "and I accepted. And a gentleman never backs out on his word. We are going to…" He turned to meet her worried eyes, "… we are going to stand up in that church tomorrow and say 'I do', and we will be man and wife."

Stefan turned to take her shoulders. "And you are going to make an amazing queen of Bulgaria."

"Thank you," Elena smiled sadly. She wondered how they would ever make this work.

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