AN: If you like this story- please check out my new Finding Sky fanfic too as this one will soon be coming to an end. There may be a sequel but as of yet I'm undecided.

'Good morning Sky.' Josie said in greeting as she answered the door to Lucy and I. Her eyes flicked to behind us, where Zed, Nate and Zack were stood, charming smiles on their faces as they stood in their triangle formation, muscular arms across their chests, like they were posing for the latest Seven Minutes in Heaven poster. 'No Tina and Zoe today?'

'They're away for the weekend.' I replied. 'But I brought reinforcements.' I signalled to the guys. 'Josie, this is Zed, Nate and Zack. And Zed's brother, Yves, will come and help out this afternoon.'

She eyeballed them with curiosity. 'I'm sure I've seen you boys somewhere before.' Zed grinned a cocky grin and I gave him a stern look. 'Well the more the merrier, come on in.' She stepped aside and we walked into Oak House. 'Would you like to see the communal rooms? The new furniture arrived and it looks fantastic.' She smiled, proudly and I nodded.

'We'd love to.'

She led us to the Games Room first, which looked cool with a cleaned pool table, beanbags and square armchairs, a large painting of a football stadium on the wall next to the flatscreen television. Then there was the dining room, with its statement wall of a forest, and a lovely new table and chairs. And then the living room, where Lola and Evee sat watching The Vampire Diaries, on the new grey corner sofa, amongst brightly coloured cushions that matched the statement wall, which had stripes of pink, yellow and blue.

'It looks great.' I said and the two girls turned their heads our way at the sound of our voices. And then they registered the boys and their jaws dropped.

'No freakin' way!' Lola squealed, rubbing her eyes like she was seeing things.

'Lola, language! We have visitors.' Josie scolded, tutting.

'Yeah, Seven Minutes in Heaven!' Evee stood up, her cheeks flushed and her purple eyes bright as Lola moved beside her. 'Are we dreaming?'

'Definitely not.' Zed replied with his signature cocky grin. I'm sure the girls swooned. At least it looked that way as Zed spoke. 'Want me to pinch you?'

'No way. If this is a dream then I'm never waking up.' Lola said, hands on her hips. 'What are you guys even doing here?'

'Apparently there's bedrooms that need painting.' Nate said with his charming, friendly smile.

'Start with mine!' Both girls chorused and Lucy and I smiled a knowing smile at each other. Were we that bad? Maybe about our boys. I smiled. I liked the sound of that. Our boys. My boy.

My girl. Zed's voice filled my head, telling me that he'd been picking at my thoughts again, and I turned to see him watching me, his smile reaching his pretty eyes. I blushed and bit my lip and his eyes moved to look at my lips before meeting my blue pools once again. Maybe everything was going to be okay afterall.

'Hi Phoenix.' I greeted the brunette that afternoon as I moved to work on painting her room with Lucy. She sat, hunched over, on the bed, which had been covered with a dust sheet and moved into the middle of the room. She didn't even acknowledge us. She stayed seated, her iPod headphones plugged into her ears. Lucy made a face and I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking; what was Phoenix's problem? I carried the New York City wallpaper into the room as Lucy carried the paints and brushes, putting them down by the first wall we were working on. I moved to prepare the wallpaper and that's when things got weird. I was moving really slow. Everything was moving really slow. Phoenix was moving towards my handbag, where it sat on the floor, and she started rifling through it.

'Hey!' Yves was suddenly there. How did he do that? I blinked as I looked over at Phoenix, who had frozen stiff, probably because she'd been caught out. 'It's you.' Yves said, simply.

'You know each other?' I looked at him, puzzled.

'We're familiar with each other.' He frowned and took the bag from her. 'What are you doing, thief?'

She tried to pass him but he stood in the way, blocking her only exit, as Lucy and I watched with confusion. There was a silence as she tried to struggle past him and then, suddenly, Yves' facial expression changed. He no longer looked angry and fierce. His facial features had softened and he had visibly relaxed. I rubbed my forehead in confusion. 'Yves?'

His fingers wrapped gently around Phoenix's wrist as he looked over at me. 'Hi Sky, sorry I'm late.' What was even going on? 'I'm just going to have a word with... Phoenix... and then I'll be right back.'

'No you're not.' She frowned and there was something resembling fear in her eyes.

'Humour me.' He said and he led her away.

'Okay, so what the hell just happened?' Lucy asked me as Zed appeared in the doorway. A smile was playing on his lips as he ran his hand through his hair.

What is it? I asked him, picking paint off of my hand so that my friend didn't think I was simply just staring at my boyfriend.

I believe Yves just found his soulfinder.

The whole thing seemed crazy as I sat between Zed's legs, resting my head against his chest, that evening as we looked out at the lake. Yves had found his soulfinder? His soulfinder was Phoenix? And she'd tried to rob me by doing some weird slowing-time thing. Zed's arms wrapped around me as he rested his chin on top of my head.

'I can't believe it.' I whispered, looking out at the orangey colouring of the lake.

'I know.' Zed said, softly. 'My other brothers are going to be seriously pissed.'

'How did you know?' I asked.

'I can read my brother's minds too, which isn't always a good thing.' He sounded tense as he said it. 'You seemed tense, puzzled, angry and I was trying to find out why and then... well, it was just there. This picture of Phoenix and Yves' thoughts about how happy he was that he'd found her.'

'She tried to steal from me.' What had she been after? A key to my apartment? My phone? Money? A link to the Royal family.

'I know.' His body tensed slightly. 'But I don't think she could help herself.'

I turned to face him. 'I don't think so either. I don't think I'm angry with her. She has no home to go to and she has to leave Oak Tree soon. I think she just needs some help.' I thought back to when I'd first met her. Her knees were bloody, jeans ripped, she looked tired. 'I think she might be in some trouble.'

'Maybe.' He replied, thoughtfully. 'But I'm sure that Yves will get her out of it. That's what soulfinders are for. Supporting each other.' He kissed my nose and I smiled. 'Speaking of which, what are yours and Lucy's plans for next weekend?'

'Nothing?'

'Wrong.' He kissed my forehead this time. 'We're playing at Wildfest in Essex. Wanna come watch?'

'At a music festival?' I thought of portaloos and uncomfortable nights sleeping on the ground in a tent where anyone could just walk in. It didn't sound like the safest idea.

'We're staying at my house. It's only a twenty minute drive from the campsite.' He said, picking my thoughts again. I frowned. 'What?'

'You've got to stop doing that.'

'You've got to learn to put up a shield.' He trailed a few kissed along my forehead and, despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but relax, all frown lines wiped away by his touch. 'But what do you say? Are you in? We can hang backstage or go and see some of the other acts.'

Part of me had always wanted to go to a music festival, even though I wouldn't be up for staying over in a smelly tent. Glamping was more my style. Or at least sleeping in a tent with an airbed and a pillow. 'Sure, why not.'

That night, Simon sent me the photos from prom. I sat down in the dorm room with Lucy and we flicked through the photos on my laptop together. They were fantastic. There were posed and natural photos of the girls and I and they made me smile. How had I not known these girls a year ago? They felt like the sisters I'd never had. Then there were the cute picturs of Lucy and Nate, the ones that made her blush and smile, love in her eyes. And then there were the photos of Zed and I. There was a photo of Zed with his arms wrapped around my waist, stood behind me. Then the same position, but I turned to talk to him and we were laughing. Another photo was of us looking at each other, and then one of him dancing with me to no music, both of us laughing. I found myself thinking that we actually made a pretty good couple.

Nelson uploaded the video that night too, of our group cover of Taylor Swift's 22. I hadn't known it had been uploaded until Lucy and I turned on the television as we packed the following day. The entertainment news was on and it was the top story.

'Lucy Collins, Youtuber and daughter of popstar Martin Collins, has uploaded an epic cover of 22 by Taylor Swift, featuring your favourite rockstars, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and Her Royal Highness Princess Sky.' Lucy turned up the volume on the television. 'The video has already recieved almost 500,000 views and features the group singing and having fun on their prom night. If you've not yet seen it, check it out now.'

I bit my lip. 'I hope my dad isn't too pissed about that.'

'You didn't do anything inappropriate.' Lucy replied. 'Have you heard from him recently?'

'He's in Spain visiting the King and probably crown Prince Miguel too.' I wrinkled my nose. 'As long as he doesn't invite me for a visit, it's fine.'

On Monday, we found out where our new dormrooms would be from September. Excitement bubbled in my stomach as we were led to the ground floor, where seniors were stationed in the boarding house. I'd heard that the rooms were bigger. And, of course, it was also a lot easier to sneak out of your room from the ground floor. The senior rooms in our boarding house overlooked the school gardens and the long corridors led to the senior unisex communal room, with computers, a television, sofas, pool table and bookshelves filled with books to read for leisure. Mine and Lucy's new room, Room 8, was right down the end of the corridor, tucked away from the bathrooms and the communal room, but thankfully next door to Tina and Zoe's new room.

'They weren't kidding about it being bigger.' Lucy said, gawping at our new room, where we'd spend our final year at school. The room was about twice the size as our previous one and the layout meant that it appeared more spacious too. The carpets were soft and a light grey colour, the walls white and there was a large window looking out on the garden, light grey curtains draped at the sides of it. The beds were bunks, one with a light blue sofa under it and the other with a white cabinet that would work as a television stand. By the windows were two desks, one on each side of the room. At the foot of each bed was a small dresser and a wardrobe for each of us too.

'It's definitely more roomy.' I replied as we walked inside, exploring. 'Not sure how I feel about sleeping in a bed that high up, though.'

'We'll be fine.' Her smile was a little reassuring but I still wondered if my clumsiness would make sleeping so far off the ground safe.

We spent the day cleaning and polishing and unpacking, decorating our new room exactly how we wanted it and filling up the wardrobe with our clean, ironed uniforms ready for September. We strung up fairylights over the top of the window and around the bed frames, making the room more girly, and we covered the noticeboard with pictures from prom of us with the guys and some of our girl-only photos too.

We left our room that afternoon, leaving behind the school we wouldn't be returning to until September, when the new academic year started. Wilfred drove me to the palace, as I was going to be spending the summer holidays moving between the palace, my room at Sally and Simon's and my own apartment in Kensington. I headed to the palace first, as I knew I had to persuade my father to let me go to the music festival that weekend, now that he was back from Spain. But, unfortunately, when I arrived, there was a surprise waiting for me.

'Your highness.' Prince Miguel greeted me with his thick accent when I entered my father's office. He bowed and reached for my hand, kissing it.

'Prince Miguel.' I said through a false smile. 'What a lovely surprise.'

'Prince Miguel and his father are staying in the palace this week whilst they deal with some business at the Spanish Embassy.' My father said through a sly smile.

'How... wonderful.' I faked a smile, adjusting my blouse. Now I knew why Nina had insisted that I changed before going to see my father. She was in on the act.

'Simon and Sally e-mailed over your prom photos.' My father said, bringing them up on his laptop. I noticed that he didn't open any of Zed and I as he flicked through my solo shots and the photos of me with my girl friends. 'Did you have a good time?'

His fake interest in my life was wearing. 'Yes.' I said, keeping my voice even despite the uneasy feeling my father was creating in my stomach. 'We did.'

'You are hermosa... beautiful, chica.' Prince Miguel said to me with a warm smile, his deep brown eyes looking into mine. If it hadn't been for the fact I was in a relationship and for the fact that I didn't want my father setting me up, he probably would have been quite good-looking (AN: Tyler Posey). He wasn't as tall as Zed, perhaps about 5ft9 with slightly curly dark hair, tanned skin and dark eyes. He was cleanly shaven and his teeth were a sparkling white. Another Prince Yummy for Tina to gawp over.

'Thank you.' I replied, keeping my formality. In this moment I wasn't Sky. I was Princess Sky. And we could be two very different people.

'I must go and find my father.' Prince Miguel said and I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. 'If you'll excuse me, I will see you at dinner.' He slipped out of my father's office and I folded my arms across my chest, no longer needing to be ladylike.

'What is he doing here?' I asked.

'I've already told you.' My father said, his voice smooth.

'I don't doubt it was a coincidence, father.' I said, keeping my voice even.

'It will be nice for you to spend some time with Prince Miguel.' He replied, ignoring my comment. 'He is a gentleman and the future heir to the throne. His father is a good friend of mine.'

'I know.' I said. I remembered Princess Isabella of Spain, one of Prince Miguel's three sisters. My brother had had quite a thing for her when we'd visited Paris at the beginning of the year. She was sickeningly pretty and looked the perfect princess.

My father's mouth twitched, almost into a smile. 'So to what pleasure do I owe this?'

'I'm going to a music festival this weekend.' I said, not even bothering to ask.

'Sorry? You're going to a music festival? Now why would you do that? Tents and mud and wellington boots? You're a princess, for goodness sake.' He looked amused and it made anger bubble in my stomach.

'I am a princess, yes, but I'm also a teenage girl and I want to do normal things like go to a music festival.' I sucked in a breath. 'My friends are going and we won't be staying in a tent. It's only one day and I can stay at the Benedict's.'

'With that boy?' His amused expression disappeared. 'Zed Benedict?'

'Sure.' I shrugged.

'I saw you two looking pretty cosy in your prom photographs.' He folded his arms across his chest this time. 'I hope you are aware that even though Mr Benedict saved your life, it does not change things. He is a rockstar and you are a princess. You need to be with somebody of noble blood.'

'He might be a rockstar but he's changed and he's a good person.'

'But not of noble blood.'

'This isn't the fifteenth century.' I frowned. 'Times have moved on. Why am I not allowed to be with who I want? Prince Sebastien is dating the daughter of a fisherman!' I felt irritated.

'Is this what it's about? You're rebelling because of Prince Sebastien?'

'Of course not.'

'I can't believe that you were disappointing enough for him to run off with the daughter of a fisherman in the first place.' His voice was bitter and it made my stomach churn.

'What?' I croaked.

'You obviously didn't do a good enough job of keeping him happy, which is an awful shame because I had big plans for you. You could have been Queen of Norway and your children would have been heirs to the throne.' His eyes burned into mine, making me look down. 'And now he could be having the children of some peasant.'

'His soulfinder.'

'Soulfinders do not exist.' His voice was bitter. 'That's one fairytale you should have stopped believing a long time ago. And even if they did, they do not mean anything. You are a princess Sky. You cannot date a popstar. It's ridiculous you'd even consider it.'

'But-'

'No. Now go and get ready for dinner and I hope Mr Benedict won't be making an unwelcome appearance. I don't want him inside my palace ever again.' I turned away and he spoke again. 'And no more Youtube performances. I don't want people thinking that my daughter, their princess, is some pathetic wannabe popstar either.'

I cried when I was in the safety of my room. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer and I sank onto the bed as the tears ran down my cheeks, burning me. Rapunzel might have been stuck in a tower, but in this moment I was too. I was trapped, not literally but metaphorically. Somehow finding out I was a royal had ruined my future. I wasn't expected to go to University and if I did, I couldn't make a career out of my music. My future career was princess and apparently that meant that I couldn't love whoever I wanted. Couldn't marry or have a family with whoever I wanted. I was helpless. Juliet.

Dinner was awful and I dreaded every moment. I sat in silence until I was asked questions, by the King of Spain or Prince Miguel. Queen Roseanna was worried about me, that much was sure, but she couldn't say a thing. Not in front of my father. As soon as I was excused, I bit back tears and went to the library, my sanctuary, and I sat down on at the piano, adjusting my floaty tea dress so that it covered my lap properly. Music was my saviour and I hoped no one would ever take that from me. I ran my fingers over the keys, playing any tune that came to mind, and then my fingers shifted into a Disney song that seemed almost too perfect.

'Look at me

I will never pass for a perfect bride

Or a perfect daughter

Can it be

I'm not meant to play this part?

Now I see

That if I were truly to be myself

I would break my family's heart.'

A tear rolled down my cheek and I closed my eyes as I played.

'Who is that girl I see

Staring straight

Back at me?

Why is my reflection someone

I don't know?

Somehow I cannot hide

Who I am

Though I've tried

When will my reflection show-'

I froze at the sound of a creaking floorboard. I wasn't alone. I wiped my tear and turned my head. Prince Miguel stood, watching me.

'Lo siento, your highness.' He apologised.

'How long have you been stood there.' I said, trying to act calm.

'Since you started singing.' He looked sheepish and I tensed. 'It's okay, you have a wonderful voice. Beautiful.'

My heart thudded against my chest and I felt bile rising. 'Please don't tell my father.'

'He does not like you singing?' I shook my head and he sat down on the arm of the armchair. 'But why?' I glanced away. 'He does not want a singing princess, no?'

'Sí.' I gave a small smile as I looked at the floor and when I realised he wasn't going to reply, I looked up. His mouth twitched at the corners.

'You speak Spanish?'

'Very little.' I admitted. 'Languages were never my strength.'

'My English has got better over the last few months. I've been learning on a course every day.' I could tell. It was getting better. More fluent. More like Seb and Lolly's was. 'It's expected of Royals. To speak many languages.' I nodded. 'But I also think that Royals should have to play an instrument. Piano or violin, sí?' His mouth tugged at the corners and I know he was trying to reassure me. 'I won't tell your father.'

'Grassy-arse.'

He laughed, a surprisingly melodic sound. 'Gracias.' He corrected. 'You sound like you are talking of someone's... ' He paused, thinking of the word. 'Behind.' I found myself laughing too and he smiled. 'I'm Miguel.' He held out his hand for me.

'Sky.'

First impressions can be decieving, I learnt that evening. Prince Miguel had seemed so dull, perhaps because his English was patchy and sometimes he wasn't sure what I was saying, but it was evidently getting better. And I was no longer afraid he was slimey either. Whether it had been an act or not, I wasn't aware, but his aura did not reflect bad intentions. There was something different, unusual about him, and I realised why the following day. I walked into the library to find him sat there. And his cup of tea appeared to be floating as he sipped at it. My gasp took him by surprise and he jumped, losing his concentration, and the tea cup fell onto his lap, spilling his tea. He cursed, at least I was assuming it was a curse word, in Spanish and his eyes were wide as he looked at me.

'I can explain!' He said in panic.

'No need.' I gave him a small smile and squinted at the teaspoon on the table. I'd moved something once before using telekinesis, when I'd been with Seb. But I hadn't been able to do it since. I concentrated so hard, focussing on the energy in the room, and then it shuffled over, only by a few centimetres, but enough. I rubbed my head as it throbbed and Miguel visibly relaxed.

'You are a savant?' He seemed surprised by this knowledge. I gave a small smile and sank into the armchair across from him.

'I am.'

He looked at me, his head lopsided and his face curious. 'That is a surprise. And what is your... ability?'

'I can see feelings.' I fiddled with my hands as I walked over to him. 'Each feeling has a colour.'

'So tell me, how am I feeling?'

'Surprised. Interested. Curious.' I replied, reading the aura around him. He looked impressed and his smile reflected that.

'That must be useful.'

'Sometimes.' I shrugged. 'But not always.'

Prince Miguel and his father returned to Spain on Friday night and my father headed up to Scotland to deal with some business there. He hadn't mentionned the music festival again, but my mind had already been made up; I was going. Whether he wanted me to or not. I packed my overnight bag and headed up to Essex with Wilfred early on Saturday morning, picking up Lucy from the train station on the way. She squealed excitedly when she saw me, pulling me into a hug as Wilfred cleared his throat and tapped his watch.

'Eek, he's on a tight schedule.' Lucy whispered and Wilfred nodded at her.

'If you want to have time to drop your overnight belongings at the Benedict's house we must move quickly.' He replied.

We climbed back into the car and Lucy and I filled each other in on the week we'd had as we continued the drive. We arrived soon after and Karla Benedict met us at the door, a happy expression on her face. 'Girls!' She said, excitedly, and she pulled us each in for a hug. 'How are you both?'

'Great thanks.' Lucy replied on our behalf and Karla smiled her warm smile.

'It's lovely to hear that you and Zed are back together, Sky.' Karla said to me.

'Mum, Zed told you not to be all mushy!' Yves' voice appeared from behind her and I glanced over her shoulder in surprise when I saw Phoenix stood there. Her hair had been cut and she almost looked healthy in her unripped jeans and a black vest top. She smiled at us, shyly.

'Hi Sky.' She said. 'I'm sorry about your back.' She looked over at Lucy, warily, not saying anymore.

'It's okay.' I replied with a smile. 'We've moved on from it.' Lucy shot me an unquestionnable look and I knew she was unaware, thankfully.

'Come inside.' Karla instructed. 'I'll drop you off at the festival when it starts in an hour. I've already got your VIP passes from the boys.'

Karla fussed over us, taking our belongings to the guest room we'd used before and making us each a cup of tea whilst we changed into suitable festival attire. Despite being late July, the weather wasn't ideal so I'd opted for black high-waisted jeans, my converse, a strapless white lace bralet and a light pink kimono. It was festival-cool I decided, but Lucy definitely looked more rock-chick with her black dungarees and lace off-the-shoulder crop top underneath. We both let our hair fall in curls and threw on a flower crown for good measure. When I looked up, Phoenix was stood in the doorway shyly. 'Are you almost ready to go?'

'Nearly.' I smiled, touching up my make-up. I looked at the variety of flower crowns we'd picked out and passed her one. 'Here.'

'Thanks.' She looked nervous, almost on edge. 'I meant what I said. I really am sorry. Stealing is in the past. I'm trying to change it but someone...' She frowned. 'Someone asked me too.' More like told her to, I gathered from her facial expression. 'The Benedicts are trying to help.'

'I understand.' I gave her a sympathetic smile and Lucy slipped out of the room to go to the toilet.

'Yves said you're a savant too?' She whispered. 'And Zed's soulfinder?'

I nodded. 'Right on both counts.'

She ran a hand through her new layered hairdo. 'Is this soulfinder business real?'

I thought about Seb and then I thought about how Zed and I had found each other again. 'I didn't believe it at first, but yes, I think it is.' I told her. 'It's like you can't help being drawn to your soulfinder, right?' She nodded. 'I think it's a very powerful fate. Unstoppable.'

She gave me a small smile. 'And how did I end up with someone as cute as Yves?'

'And how did I end up with Zed?' I chuckled. 'Obviously fate didn't care that we're complete opposites in every way.'

'Opposites attract.' She said, looking into my eyes. 'Yves is ridiculously clever and his family are great. Yet he's ended up with me. No parents and a complete waste of space.'

'I know how it feels.' I told her, instinctively reaching out to touch her arm. 'I didn't have any family either.'

'But you're a princess.'

I sighed and sank down onto the bed. 'Why does everyone think that title defines me? I'm a princess who has snuck off to a music festival her father, the King, said no to because I just want to be a normal teenager.' She looked at me in surprise. 'I grew up just like you, Phoenix. I had no family. My mother had died and everything before I was adopted by Sally and Simon is pretty much a blur. As you've probably read in the papers, I only found out I was a princess in September last year.'

She nodded. 'I had no idea you'd been in a children's home or anything.'

'Yeah.' I shrugged. 'Most people don't. They just assume I'm a stereotypical princess. All ballgowns and fancy parties and polo.' I wrinkled my nose and she laughed.

'But aren't the ballgowns nice?'

'Oh, don't get my wrong I love the ballgowns. Just not the parties I have to wear them too. Sometimes I'd rather be in my converse hanging out with my friends.'

'Sounds good to me!' Lucy beamed, appearing in the doorway again. 'Nice converse by the way.' She winked. 'Is this because Zed said he likes you in converse?'

I blushed. 'Not at all.'

'Mhmmm.'

'Girls, are you ready to roll?' Yves called out from downstairs. I slipped the flower crown onto Phoenix's head.

'Ready Phoenix?'

'Call me Phee.' She smiled.

'Ready Phee?' Lucy beamed.

She nodded. 'Let's go.'