When I opened my eyes and realised I didn't recognise my surroundings. I wondered at first if I was in a hospital, because of the white walls, but then I realised that the mattress I lay on was on the floor. I sat up in panic, looking at the strong door in front of me and realising that I was in a prison cell or something very similar at least. I shrieked, a loud shriek that made me wince. Boy did my head hurt.

'Sky! It's okay.' Seb was right beside me and he reached out, placing a hand softly on my shoulder.

I turned to face him. 'Where are we?'

'I don't know.' He replied, sadly. 'But I wish I did.'

I looked at him in his crumpled clothes and there was a little blood on his shirt. He'd hurt his head. I glanced up to look at it and frowned. His forehead didn't have a single mark on it. I reached out to touch his hair, pushing it back. Not a single cut. 'But you hurt your head...' He looked down, awkwardly, as the lightbulb came on in my wounded head. 'No.' I whispered as I looked at him. 'It's impossible.' He still didn't say anything. 'Do you heal like super-fast?' His eyes flicked up to meet mine and answered my question. 'You're a savant.' I whispered and his eyes widened.

'How do you know that word?' He asked, warily.

'Because I'm one too.' I replied. 'And so is my father.'

'And your brother?'

'I don't know.' I said, honestly.

'I've not met a savant outside of my family.' He said, looking surprised. 'What can you do?'

'Nothing useful.' I reached up to touch my head but winced when I touched a dressing that was covering the headwound I had. I realised my tights were ripped and knew that my blonde hair had probably been streaked with blood. Ick. 'I can see people's moods... like an aura around them.' I explained. I looked at him again and saw the deep blue aura that I'd come to recognise as worry. 'Like you're worried right now.'

'I think we both are.' He glanced towards the door.

'How did we get here?'

'I don't know, you fainted and I caught you and then somehow I did too...' He frowned, rubbing his forehead as if willing his brain to remember. 'I woke up and we were here and your head had been fixed up.' He signalled to the door. 'I've tried to get out but it's completely locked and I've not heard anything on the other side since waking up.'

And then, just like someone had been listening to our conversation, the door opened. Seb moved in front of me, protectively, and I wondered if he'd do the same if his body didn't heal itself quickly. The man who was stood there was dressed in black trousers, black boots and a black shirt that reminded me of something Bash on Reign would wear. He looked at us with eyes so dark you could hardly see the pupils and he folded his tattooed arm across his chest.

'Who are you and where are we?' Seb demanded to know, his voice fierce and a lot braver than mine would have been.

'I can't tell you that.' The man replied with a thick accent that I didn't recognise.

'When our fathers find out that we're missing-'

'They already know, your highness.' His bow was mocking and made my blood boil. Seb clenched his firsts at his side and I reached out, touching his back in a hope that it might relax him. We didn't know who these people were and what they were capable of. 'The boss wants to see you.'

'And who is this boss exactly?' Seb's voice was bitter.

'You'll find out soon enough. Now come on, you both clearly need to wash and get changed.' He walked over to me and grabbed me but Seb tried to block his path. 'I hardly think the princess wants you to wash her showering.'

'Nor does she want you to.' He narrowed his eyes and the man rolled his eyes at him.

'I think she's perfectly capable showering without a chaperone.'

I was led to a bathroom, where a woman dressed in a white blouse, black corset and black skirt was stood completely still. Only her eyes flickered over mine, taking in my appearance and it made me shudder. With its white walls and cold tiled floors, the place was creepy and I didn't like it at all. I longed for my room at Sally and Simon's or my dorm room or even my apartment in Kensington. Anywhere that felt warm and cosy, unlike this place. 'You have ten minutes.' The woman said, speaking suddenly with a European accent. I looked at her, hoping there wasn't fear on my face. 'There's clean clothes in there.' I walked into the bathroom, which was cold, dark and dingy. A small light flickered over head and there was a small mirror. I saw the dressing on my head and sure enough, blood soaked my blonde hair. On the back of the door, which sadly didn't lock, a cream dress was hung, one with a tight corset-style tie-back bodice and small cap sleeves. It had a cream attached underskirt which fell out underneath in ruffles. It was pretty, but it wasn't me. A pair of black boots sat underneath, pushed against the wall out of the way and some fresh underwear was folded away on the shelf.

The shower water was cold over my skin and I shivered as it touched me. I washed the blood from my hair with the shampoo, trying to avoid getting my dressing wet, and I washed my skin with the shower gel that smelt like oranges. I showered as quickly as I could to escape form the icy water. I smothered myself in the towel as I turned of the water, but I was disappointed that it was threadbare and not warm and cosy, despite the fact that it was from the radiator. My body had goosebumps across it and I quickly dressed myself, the dress falling halfway down my calves. It was a summer dress, not a winter dress, and as I tightened the ribbons that made my cleavage look ample and my waist look tiny, I couldn't help but shake with cold. I slipped on the socks and black boots, thankful that at least my feet would be warm.

Sky?

Zed's voice took me by surprise and made my heart jump. Zed?

Oh thank god you're okay! He sounded relieved but his voice was still pained. Where are you?

I don't know. I glanced at the tiles and spotted some dirt and mold on them. I wrinkled my nose. But I just want to go home. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked at my reflection. Where was I? Who were these people? Were they the people who had shot at me in Morzine? I looked at my tired eyes filled with sadness. Would this have happened if I'd not found out the truth about being a princess? I could have been walking along the bay in Cornwall, sand in my toes, chasing the tide.

It's all over the news.

Were they bomb attacks? Did people die?

Yes. My heart sank further. Sally and Simon are fine though and Lucy, Zoe and Tina.

Lolly? My eyes widened.

She's with Sebastien's father. Is he with you? Was he with you?

Yes and yes.

He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. I'm glad you're not alone.

My head throbbed and I winced as a trickle of blood came out of my nose. It hadn't happened since I'd first spoken to Zed. Zed my head... my nose...

You must be far away. His voice was sad. I'll let you go, I don't want to hurt you... but if you find out where you are then please just try to talk to me. We're doing everything we can to find you.

A knock on the door interrupted and I knew I couldn't hide forever. I quickly towel-dried my hair, leaving it in messy curls and I opened the door. The woman from before was still stood there, expressionless. 'Master is waiting for you.' She said cooly. She reached up to the dressing on my head, removing it, and I winced as she pressed a damp cloth against it, obviously clearing up any blood or puss. Then she led me up the corridor.

Seb was already seated at the table in the room I was taken to, looking rigid but cleaner in a white shirt and brown trousers, brown boots on his feet like he'd walked out of some Medieval programme or even a Disney film. He looked a little relieved when he saw me and I went to sat down beside him feeling dizzy and sick. I looked around us at the shabby wooden floor and worn wooden walls, the large stone fireplace that should have been on because it was cold. The furniture too was grand but worn and I knew the room probably had looked wonderful in its time. Now everything was dusty and antique-looking and the room smelt musty.

'Well it's good to see you both conscious.' A voice boomed as a man with a clear-as-day English accent walked into the room. I recognised his voice and my hairs stood on end. He'd been there in London. I was able to see him better now. He wasn't an ugly looking man, but in his trousers that were leathery with his black boots and coat that looked like a royal heirloom, he gave me the creeps. With his dark hair and short moustache he reminded me of Captain Hook. Only dressed more like Killian in Once Upon a Time. I must have shrank in my seat because Seb reached out for my hand and held it gently in his, letting me know that he was there, sat beside me.

'Where are we?' Seb tried again but the man laughed.

'I won't be telling you that, your highness.' He turned to face Seb. 'I'm sad you're here. You weren't part of the plan but you just wouldn't let go of her. It's touching really, that you can care so much for someone who once meant so little to our small country.'

He was one of the people who had probably signed the petition against me being a princess. He disliked me and possibly the monarchy too. It was in the way he looked at me and it made me want to cry. I swallowed and Seb spoke up.

'How dare you!' He hissed. 'She is the princess and when we are found you will be punished not just by England but by Norway. Treason. You'll get a life sentence for this.'

'Not a problem because they won't find us.' He replied, care free. 'Such a waste, I'm sure you would have made a wonderful king, your highness. The people's prince, isn't it?'

'Let him go.' I found my voice and looked across the table at our captor. 'You said Prince Sebastien wasn't part of the plan so let him go. Do whatever you want with me but let him go back to his homeland.'

'I'm afraid I can't really do that. Not now that he knows what I look like.' He cracked his knuckles and I winced. 'I'm afraid you're both here for the long-run.'

'What do you want with me?' I whispered.

'For your stupid family to learn a lesson. England does not need a bastard second in line to the throne.' I winced as he spoke. 'The original laws stated that children who were the King's bastard children were not allowed a title and so it should stay that way.'

'I don't want to be Queen and I'm not going to. The crown will go to my brother.' I replied, sitting up straighter. I didn't want him to think me weak.

'Unless your brother is not able to have children of course.' The man continued. 'I still don't see why a country needs a monarchy when there are plenty of others capable of ruling.'

'Royal families are symbols of national unity and sources of pride.' Seb said from beside me. 'It is part of your country's history as it is part of mine.'

'Ah yes, history. It's a shame how things have to change, isn't it? I still believe that people should be hung for crime and that women should not have such rights as they do today. But Monarchies? They'll have died out by the next century.' He paced as he spoke and he paused by the fireplace. 'Sky, you are here to make a point. Your father will decide whether to remove your title or have you killed.' I froze.

'Surely that's not going to solve anything. It will make your monarchy hate you and you will be forever hunted.' Seb tried reasoning and I knew that this was part of his training to be King. He came across as a calm and collected negotiator when my insides were crumbling.

'Then what do you suggest?' He raised an eyebrow at my friend. Seb hesitated and the man gave a wicked smile. 'Let me know when you have a solution to that one, your highness.' His bow was mocking again and the aura around Seb was clearer than a perfect night sky; anger.

A woman walked in wearing a dress with a corset detailing, something that looked right for a peasant in a medieval documentary. She carried a tray with bread, butter and two bowls of soup. In silence, they were placed in front of Seb and I and then with a nod to her master, she left the room again.

'Eat up.' Our captor said, his smile wicked. 'We have a long drive ahead of us.'

I had no idea where we were or where we were going because we wore black fabric sacks over our heads until we were in the back of a locked van filled with boxes. If anyone was to check the van, they wouldn't see us because we were sat behind them on a worn mattress on the floor with just a blanket to keep us warm. A tiny high up window was propped open slightly, leading to the front of the van and allowing some ventilation and letting us listen in to the music and the radio. BBC Radio 1 was on, but that didn't mean we were in England. The news started as we drove along and Seb glanced at the small window, listening in.

'Our top story tonight. Her royal highness princess Sky has been kidnapped after the bombings in London that killed eighty-six people and left almost one hundred others in hospital.' There was a pause. 'His majesty is asking for anyone with information about the whereabouts of princess Sky and the crown prince of Norway, Prince Sebastien to come forward. Security teams and MI5 are working together to find out any information they can after the pair were caught in the blast in London yesterday.'

I hadn't realised I was crying until Seb moved to sit next to me, placing an arm around my shoulder. I didn't hesistate. I moved into him and he pulled up the blanket we had, obviously feeling how cold my bare arms were. 'Although I hoped I might be lucky enough to spend Valentines Day with you this year, I hadn't planned it like this.' He whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek. Of course. It was Valentines Day. I hadn't had any plans, no, but it would have been nice to have spent it with Zed. But then anything was better than spending it in the back of a van on an uncomfortable mattress in an unknown location.

'You're like perfection, some kind of holiday

You've got me thinking, that we can run away

You want I'll take you there

You tell me when and where

Oooooh oh oh.'

Zed's voice came out of the speaker and the driver tutted, changing the radio channel to something classic. I laughed and Seb relaxed at the sound. 'What?' He said, a small smile on his lips.

'I just know the band that sing that song.' I replied. 'That's all.'

We were in the car for over twenty-four hours, that was for sure, but we just kept on driving, only stopping for food, which would be passed into the back of the van for us. We were allowed to go to the toilet when stopping and the odd service station in the middle of nowhere, but we were escorted to the door and no one was ever around. If anyone was around, we headed off elsewhere and it was tough; you just couldn't go to the toilet yet. I spent a fair amount of time sleeping, because what else was there to do? We could listen to the radio or Seb and I would speak to each other or just listen to any sounds that would help identify our location. But that was it. At some point, I was sure we'd even boarded a ferry or two but it was difficult to tell.

When we arrived at our new location, I felt groggy as we left the van, finding ourselves in some underground carriage filled with boxes that held goodness knows what. It was dark and dingy, but the armed 'bouncers' were enough to make me walk alongside Sebastien through the darkness. We reached a door and went through it, walking up stone stairs and into the light. I squinted at the early morning sunlight and I looked around at the surroundings. We definitely weren't in England. The air was mild, not cold, and we appeared to be sat on top of a cliff as water seemed to be below us and stretching out onto the horizon. There was no sign of land other than the grass and rubble we walked on. There was a tower about two storeys high at the end of the headland and then the grey stone buildings seemed to just be built into the cliff-face, hidden between luscious green trees. Seb looked around, as if trying to decipher where we were, looking for any information that would give us a clue as we were pushed into the main building. We walked along a stone corridor with large cut out windows over-looking the view, cushions on the wall acting like window seats. There was a chess set we passed and then we passed a dining table with ten chairs around it. Then we passed through an open landing area that had corridors disappearing off into different directions.

'Ah, you made it!' Our captor appeared in front of us and clapped his hands. 'If circumstances were different then you could have flown in like I did. How awful for you.' I looked around at the bare walls that Sally and Simon would have loved to decorate. 'It's a lovely villa, isn't it?' He smiled and then it quickly disappeared when he realised we weren't as happy about the situation as he was. I held my hands behind my back, aware they were shaking and not wanting to show any signs of weakness.

'Where are we?' Seb tried again.

'In paradise.' Our captor replied with a smile.

The woman that had previously guarded my bathroom door appeared. 'The rooms are ready, Ezra.'

'Thank you Lenka.' He replied, his face serious. Ezra?

'Rooms?' Seb folded his arms across his chest.

'I was hardly going to put you in the dungeon when you're just along for the ride, Prince Sebastien.' He chuckled. 'Although I'm afraid that your accommodation isn't quite as cosy, Sky.'

'She stays with me.' Seb's voice was firm and this side of him surprised me. I'd spent the last twenty seven hours or so curled up against him in the back of a van as he held me, protecting me.

'I'm afraid that's not what I had in mind.' Ezra replied, his voice smooth and his face serious as his eyes pierced into me.

'Sky is not to leave my side unless you want me to become a difficult hostage of course. I'd say I've held back quite well so far.'

'Then we can kill you.' He signalled to his security. 'It's as simple as that.'

'You don't want us dead.' Seb said, not blinking. 'Otherwise you would have done so already. We're far more valuable alive.' He stared at Ezra. 'But it appears your fancy villa is at the top of a cliff so it would be easy to just jump off... or go ahead, kill me like you said, but I don't think you want us dead, do you?'

Ezra didn't say anything for a moment. He just looked at the Prince of Norway, clearly not knowing what to say. Then he glared before speaking. 'Guards, Lenka, take Prince Sebastien and Sky to their room.'

The room was spacious and light and if it had been under a different circumstance, I probably would have admired the tiled polished yellow floors and light yellow painted walls reaching up to the high ceiling. There were two windows over-looking the sea, shutters opened to let in the morning light. By one window was a table and cushionned benches and by the other was a dresser. There was a double bed with a blue duvet in the middle of the room and a bookshelf in the corner which stood next to an open door leading to a yellow bathroom that looked pretty out-dated, but it did have a bath and white towels that looked clean and fluffy.

The bedroom door closed and locked behind us and I flinched, before looking at Seb, a frown on my face. 'And what exactly would have just happened if he'd decided to kill you there and then?!' I snapped.

'He wasn't going to.' Seb said calmly, walking over to the window and looking outside. 'If we're dead, this is all over and he loses.'

'And how did you get to that conclusion?' I folded my arms across my chest.

'My father and the security have spoken to me about terrorists before and quite often terrorists don't want to kill you as then their mission is worthless and they gain nothing.' He turned to face me, folding his arms across his chest, mirroring me. 'If you and I die, what will Ezra gain?' He nodded when I didn't say anything. 'Exactly. He wants your title taken away, right? He wants to make a deal with your father. Well if you're dead then he can't make a deal with your father and he won't get what he wants.'

He was right. I uncrossed my arms and let them fall at my side as I looked over at the prince. 'Thank you.'

'Thank you?'

'For wanting to stick by me.' I explained. 'I think you're the only reason I'm coping right now.'

He gave me a small smile. 'It's good to have some company.'

I walked over to join him by the window and I looked out at the crystal blue sea in view. 'Where do you think we are?'

'It's hard to tell.' He sighed beside me. 'We must still be in Europe because of the time we've been travelling and we definitely were on a ferry at some point.' He looked thoughtful. 'And the climate is warmer, so perhaps somewhere in South Europe? It could be Spain, it could be Italy, Croatia perhaps... unless we've travelled down to the North of Africa but then I don't think they'd be so much vegetation.' He frowned, frustrated. 'Unfortunately, this world is an awfully big place.'

I couldn't sleep that night when the air cooled off and the sun went down after we'd eaten dinner in the prison that was our room. I'd showered and changed into the nightgown left out for me, a light blue strappy dress with cream lace around the waist and fell at the knees. Then I'd sank onto the bed and tried to sleep, whilst Seb read a vintage book by Shakespeare.

'Can't sleep?' He asked suddenly, glancing up at me in surprise that I was still awake. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun had set long ago.

I sat up in frustration, after rolling around, tossing and turning. 'No.'

'Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.'

'Hamlet?' I gave him a small smile, recognising the quote from English Literature the previous year.

He nodded. 'A man of many words.'

'Many words I don't understand.' I wrinkled my nose.

He smiled. 'If it were today, it simply would say "You may wonder if the stars are fire, you may wonder if the sun moves across the sky. You may wonder if the truth is a liar, but never wonder if I love."' He closed the book and walked over to the bed, standing by it. 'May I?'

'It's supposed to be your bed.' I laughed.

'But I am a gentleman.' His eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled.

'Then sit, dear gentleman.' I teased and he sat down on the bed beside me. 'Why did Shakespeare always write about love?'

'Because love is a truly special thing.' He paused for a moment. 'Have you not ever been in love?'

I shook my head. 'Nope. In fact, that's why Lord Marcus and I broke up. He was angry I didn't yet feel the same.' My eyebrows furrowed. 'But you can't control who you love and don't love, right?'

'Right.' He nodded and closed his eyes as he rested his head against the wall above the bed.

'Have you ever been in love, Seb?'

'Once.' His eyes remained close. 'At least I think it was love. My father thought it was a crush though, perhaps it was. But Martina and I were not meant to be and now she's married.' His eyes opened and he watched my expression. 'Married at twenty, I know, but if you've found the one then why wait?'

'I guess you're right.' I slid my legs under the duvet, trying to keep them warm. 'What do you think tomorrow will bring?' I bit my lip with nervousness and I looked down at my lap.

'Who knows.' He said, his voice sad. ' But yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.' I gave him a small smile and laid down in the bed. 'I'll leave you to sleep.'

'Seb, is it too much to ask you to stay with me?' My voice was small, afraid, my barriers breaking down.

He laid down beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist as he whispered, 'not at all.'

We were woken by a knocking on the door the following morning and I jumped, Seb's arms tightening around me almost as a reflex. I opened my eyes and saw that my head was resting on his shirt-covered chest, his arms holding me there, keeping me safe from harm. He released me and we both sat up, looking at the door. He stood up, protectively and stepped in front of me as the door was unlocked.

'Breakfast is ready with the master out on the terrace.' Lenka said, stood in the same blouse, corset and skirt combo as she always seemed to wear. I was starting to wonder if it was part of her uniform. 'Get dressed quickly.'

I changed in the bathroom into some of the clothing that had been made available for me to use; clean underwear, that was a little too frilly for my liking, and a cream knee-length dress with a corset ribbon-tie bust, laced neckline with straps and a lace-trim ruffled skirt. My hair hung loose in curls and I slipped on a pair of cream ballet pumps, wondering how on earth they knew my size. I opened the bathroom door and stepped out to see Seb wearing stone-coloured chinos and a white shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves. He looked handsome as always, the white of the shirt contrasting with his slightly tanned skin. I fiddled with the hem of my dress and took a deep breath, wondering what was coming, but with a relaxed look on his face, Seb gave me a small smile and held out his hand. 'Are you ready?'

I could have sworn I held my breath the whole walk down the long corridor to the terrace which stood on the edge of the cliff-face, only a wall there to stop us from plummeting onto the rocks below. We took our seats in front of croissants, jams, cheeses, fruits and other pastries and it took everything I had to stop myself from tucking in straight away when juice was poured by a girl around my age in the same outfit as Lenka. My stomach growled in annoyance, reminding me that the meals I'd been having whilst in captivity weren't enough to satisfy my hunger. Ezra walked out into the sunshine, wearing black trousers and a black Medieval-style shirt, boots on despite the warm morning air, but I was starting to wonder if he was a robot without any feelings or emotions.

'Good morning.' He said to us cheerily and I just glared at him from cross the table. Ezra's aura was a calm shade of yellow, whereas Seb's was red with anger once again. 'Did you sleep well?' He asked, but we didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. 'Please do tuck in.'

He didn't need to tell me twice. I silenced myself by eating croissants and fruit, desperate to fill my tummy incase the portions were cut back again for lunch and dinner. At this rate, I knew I'd be thinner than Savannah when I got home. If I got home. My eyes burned and I bit my tongue, trying not to let the emotion flicker across my face.

'So when are you going to speak to the King of England?' Seb asked after he swallowed a strawberry. He sat up straight with good posture, almost looking down at Ezra, and it was clear that he was going to make a good king one day.

'I'm giving him time to miss his daughter, time for him to worry.' Ezra replied, coldly, his eyes piercing mine. I didn't give him the satisfaction of looking away. My eyes bore into his. 'Why? Did you come up with an alternative plan for me, your highness?' Seb looked down in disappointment, all power lost and I wanted to hug him and tell him it would be okay, comfort him how he had comforted me that night. But I couldn't say it was going to be okay, could I? 'Eugh, for two royals you're awfully dull.' Ezra said, looking bored.

'What do you expect? You're holding us hostage and keeping us shut up in a room.' I said and then I instantly regretted it. Would I be punished? Would he hurt me? He wanted me alive but not necessarily uninjured.

'You're right, things are a little dull around here.' He clicked his fingers and Lenka and two guards walked over to us. 'Lenka, we're going to have a party tonight. All staff are invited of course and are to wear their best outfits. Get the musicians ready too and I believe the prince and Sky will need outfits to wear.' He turned to his guards. 'They can spend the rest of their day on the terrace or in the courtyard so that they are not bored. There's books and chess and cards around to keep them entertained until we get ready for this evening.' His eyes flicked to us. 'I believe today might be quite fun after all.'