Liam stroked her dark raven locks that seamlessly spread across his chest as she napped. Trying not to disturb her, Liam reaches across to his cell phone and begins to compose an email with his free hand to his PA.

"Hi Alexandra,

I hope all is in place for tonight? Please confirm.

Liam"

Responding immediately, his cell lights up as Isabella stirred. Quickly returning to stroke her hair to bring her back to her slumber, Liam quickly scans the reply.

"Good evening Your Majesty, I hope that you are enjoying your trip. Yes, please be ready for 8:30pm for your boat which will escort you both to dinner.

Alexandra"

He sighed in relief, smiling to himself knowing his plan was in action. As much as this would be his second proposal, the nauseating feeling of anxiety coarsed through his veins. What if she said no? Could he deal with a second rejection? Isabella became is world, he didn't want to let her go.

Since he now had the permission of her father the King and the Laurentian court; he could propose to her. He couldn't live without her by his side. He had come to terms with what Riley had told him, they both lived on lust, their engagement would have been wrong; but with Isabella it was love. He adored her intelligence, her beauty, her cute little freckles across her nose. Everything.

Liam squeezes Isabella gently as he kisses her head, "wakey, wakey beautiful Bella..." as she stirs against his chest; Isabella's eye lids open and close slowly, "mhmm?" "I have a little surprise for you my darling, so we need to get up and get dressed." Nodding sleepily, she eventually prys herself from his side and sits upright in their bed rubbing her eyes as he dresses.

Liam quickly dresses into dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a navy blazer jacket, leaning over to kiss Isabella's cheek. Her chestnut eyes look up at him full of questions; "Liam, mi amor? Where are we going?" His lips move from her cheek to her supple soft lips; she feels him smiling against her. "Dinner."

Raising her eyebrow questionably, Isabella slides out of bed and get changed. Tying her long black loose curls back into a high ponytail, she changes into a calf length pastel green halter neck dress adorned with pink roses. Fixing her makeup, Isabella pulls strands of her long black hair out of her ponytail to frame her heart shaped face.

Laughing as she looks over her shoulder to him, her eyes glisten playfully; "Take it we couldn't have just ordered room service around here?" Liam rolls his eyes and shakes his head at her as he chuckles. "Don't be like that..." he extends his hand to her, pulling Isabella close to his chest. "... I just wanted to do something special for you."

Her eyes dance with delight as she stares at him, her smile beaming and dimples poking through. "You don't have to do anything special for me..." Liam kisses her forehead gently whispering, "... but I want to..." he hears a whistle from outside as he cups her cheek with his hand, "we need to go, or we will be late."

Escorting her out to the boat, they are brought to a secluded area of one of the islands. Isabella saw the fire pit and the intricate canopy filled with flowers and lights. Wrapping her arms around Liam's bicep tightly as they walk, she takes in the sights and smells around her. For her, it was like out of a storybook. She couldn't imagine he had done all of this for her.

There under the canopy was a little French white painted metal table with two chairs beside the flower and fairy light backdrop. She looks at him intensely, never stopping her gaze as she smiles at him. Her dazzling white smile always made his world a better place.

He melts as her watches her, the light sea breeze barely moving her wisps of hair that framed her face. Liam's thoughts are interrupted as their meal arrives, bringing him back to reality.

They laugh at each other's jokes over their meal as the fire pit provides a warm glow against the night sky and against their skin. Isabella reaches across the table taking Liam's hands into her own. "This has been amazing... how did you?..." Liam smirks at her as he chuckles, "Now that's a secret... ένα μυστικό που δεν θα σπάσει ποτέ"

As they were sated by their meal, they take leave from their table, thanking the staff from the nearby hotel for their generous hospitality and walk towards the fire pit.

The fire pit overlooked the beautiful horizon, the water so still like a mirror; reflecting the moonlight and the brightness of the stars against it. To them both, they were the only people there to enjoy this view, no one else mattered.

Liam gestures for Isabella to go in front of him as he smiled sweetly to her. She walked towards the shore and stopped, reaching out for Liam's hand behind her. Isabella's hand moved in the air as she tried to feel his skin against hers but was nowhere to be found.

As her brow furrowed, she turned promptly to look for him. There he was, on one knee in the sand in front of her. Her expression changed as she stared at him. She was frozen. "Isabella Maria, ¿te casarías conmigo?" As much as Liam was smiling at her, he was petrified; waiting for her answer felt like an eternity.

Tears began to fill Isabella's eyes as she smiled, nodding to him a lump in her throat that she couldn't get past. Eventually she blurted out, "Yes Liam...a thousand times...yes!" In one swift movement, Liam picks her up and spins her around as his lips meet hers for the first time as an engaged couple.

Liam gently puts her back into the ground. Isabella's tear stained eyes glisten as she begins to laugh. Liam looks at her a little puzzled, "What's so funny?" She teases, "Was this just a spur of the moment thing?"

Liam buckled in laughter, his anxiety had caught up with him; he blurted out the words without giving her the ring he had made for her. Liam held her left hand as he fumbled with his free hand to get the ring from his pocket.

The moonlight reflected off of the 10 carat pear shaped diamond as Liam gently placed it onto her hand. The diamond itself was internally flawless and sparkled as it moved in the moonlight. The ring was commissioned from his own mother's diamond necklace she wore on her wedding day; making it that little bit more special, because she was special.

Isabella flings her arms around his waist, holding as tightly as she could, pulling him in for a kiss. His muscular arms envelope her in response. Resting her head against his chest, she hears his heart beating and sighs.

Saddened, Isabella looks to the ground; "Liam, you know I love you so much, but if my father says no..." his hand stroking her dark locks, pulling her tighter as he laughs "... he already knows! According to him they'll be happy as you won't be bossing people around anymore, you'll be bossing me about!"

Isabella twists her face up as she pushes away from him as she pretends to be angry and crosses her arms... "Hey, no fair!" but she can't contain herself and laughs as she scrunches up her little nose.

"Ελάτε την αγάπη μου..." as he takes her left hand in his, intertwining their fingers together - "It's probably time we head back..."

Isabella is in a daze of her own. From the corner of his eye he can see her staring out towards the stars with the sea breeze catching the hem of her dress floating it in the air.

Her feet shuffle against the sand before lowering her eyes to the ground. "Liam... today will have changed everything for both of us..." he remains stoic in expression, "Yes my love, there may be times..." interrupting him, Isabella lifts her head up with a grin, the light from the stars reflecting in both their eyes; "... I know I've put off my own Royal duty for so long... but I'm ready my handsome fiancé to be with you through it all."