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Eliza waited for what seemed like hours in the prince's chambers. As she sat on the bed she used her time to think of her family, and she couldn't help but tears up in fear she would never see them again. There was truly no telling what this prince would do to her, but she trusted him. She wasn't sure what she saw in his eyes but whatever it was it allowed her to trust him. Her head shot up as she heard the door open and she found him standing there studying her once again. He slowly shut the door, then looked to a servant in the corner. "Fetch her a new dress." He commanded and with a bow the servant left to get the dress. He looked back to Eliza. "If you are to be with me, you must have the finest." He said. He furrowed his brow when he saw the tears in her eyes. "Tell me, why do you cry?"

Eliza hesitated "My family, I miss them." She said. The prince wasn't sure how to respond to that so he just nodded his understanding. Eliza calmed herself and smiled. "So, I believe you promised me a name once we were alone."

He smiled and came to her looking her in the eyes. "Evan." He said taking her hand "Just Evan." He said kissing her hand his eyes never leaving hers, and Eliza felt faint. The feelings she felt just by his touch alone were indescribable.

"Well, just Evan, what do you intend to do with me?" She asked.

"You will be treated as my special guest. I don't know what Kasey or Jason told you, but I assure you, I am not my father." He said.

"A prince with a heart? Well, I thought it was only in fairytales. I guess I was wrong." She said making him laugh.

"What I have had your mother,"

"Please don't call her that." Eliza interrupted. "She hasn't been my mother since I was four. As far as I'm concerned you can go ahead and kill her. It would save as lot of time for my father and I."

Evan looked at her strangely "And what exactly did she do to cause such hate?"

"She left me. She broke my father's heart. I didn't have a mother for almost six years because of her. Because of her logic. She is dead to me."

"How anyone could ever abandon you, I will never understand." He said with a sincere understanding look. He noticed the look of curiosity and chuckled. "Let's just say I know the feeling." He explained. "Now, what I had the bitch do," She laughed. "It was not really me. My father had caught word of you and demanded that you be brought here in hopes that your father would soon follow. But I know he will."

"Why are you so sure?" She asked.

"Because you are nothing like the bitch." She laughed again.

Just then Evan put back on his princely face as the servant came in with a new dress for Eliza. It was a beautiful blue dress with red designs. Even the moments here father had let her perform on stage she had never worn anything this beautiful, she wasn't even sure if Christine had. "As I said." Evan spoke. "You shall have the finest as my guest." Eliza almost blushed. He gently took the dress and snapped his fingers "Leave us." He said to the servant. After she was gone Evan looked to Eliza and presented the dress. "There is spare room through that door. I assume you would want your privacy." He said handing her the dress and motioning to the door.

Eliza slowly got up and walked into the room shutting the door and changing. She found a mirror in the corner of the room and looked herself over. She had always believed she wasn't outstandingly beautiful, but she could hardly recognize herself that's how wonderful she felt. Eliza looked to a dressing table next to the mirror and picked up a brush and found a gold ribbon. She gently brushed out all the knots then tied the red strands up with the ribbon. She looked back around the room and found a balcony. She walked out onto it and gasped at the view she had of an amazing garden. Eliza smiled at the sight, and didn't hear Evan come in.

He stood at the balcony doors watching her. He smiled at her. Evan had never seen anything as beautiful as her. "What do you think?" He asked startling her.

After she quickly turned to him she laughed and turned back to the gardens. "It's beautiful. I've never seen anything quite like it."

"I can take you out there, and show you everything if you want." He offered.

She looked at him and smiled wide. "Would you really?" She asked excited. He chuckled and offered her his arm. "So should I bow like I'm royalty?" she said with a laugh.

"No, you really don't have to treat me any different Eliza." He said.

"And yet you treat me as if I am a visiting Princess."

"Well someone has to. Why not a Prince who can afford to do so?" He said making her laugh.

"That's a very good point sir."

He took her hand in his. "I told you, Evan."

"Then, that's a very good point, Evan." She whispered.

He smiled "Well, I suggest we get out there before sun set."

"Why?"

"Because sun set is when the magic happens." He said leaving her to wonder.

Eliza was in awe at the beauty of everything. She loved the fountain the most it was so simple but it was elegant. "Your father designed it you know." Evan said.

"Really?" she asked with a raised brow.

Evan chuckled "Really. He also designed the palace. Known as his second to last masterpiece."

"Second to lasts?" She asked.

"His final was the Paris Opera."

She smiled and looked it over again. "My father has always had quite the eye for beauty."

"And a knack for making it too apparently." Even said staring at her. Eliza was thanking God that he couldn't see her face because she knew it was probably as red as her hair. He slowly walked up behind her and took her hand. "The best view is this way." He said leading her down a path. "So your life, back in America, what's it like?"

She shrugged. "Typical theater life I guess you could say. You probably already know that my father's own one an Coney Island. I spend most of my time there and in my art room."

"An artist?" He asked surprised.

She giggled. "Yes. Kasey got me interested when I was little. The house we live in; my father built it after he and Kasey married he made her an art room. Once she left it became mine." Eliza explained.

"And your family? I figured your father would have remarried, was I right?" Evan asked.

"You are. His first love. Apparently before Kasey they were together and she had a son. My father didn't know about it until eight years ago when they were reunited. But I do believe that's a story for another day." Evan laughed.

"I suppose your father's life is less important, and it's probably better I don't know. Because if I do know my father will be asking a thousand and three questions." He said with a laugh making her laugh. "So, I think I should just stick to the topic of you." He said stopping in front of a bench on a balcony. "Besides." He turned to her. "I really like that topic." That time there was no hiding her blush. He smiled then looked out and said. "Alright, close your eyes."

"What?" She asked.

"Just trust me. Close your eyes." She nodded and did as told. He gently grabbed her and turned her waiting for the right moment. He waited for the sun to be in the perfect position. He smiled and whispered "Alright, open." She slowly opened then gasped.

"Oh my God." A smile crept onto her face.

"I told you this is when the magic happens." He whispered.

"And you were right." She whispered back. "Wow, Jordan would love this." She said out loud.

Evan furrowed his brow "Jordan?" He asked. Eliza realized her slip up and her smile disappeared. "Who is that? Boyfriend?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No. My little cousin. He's four, and he loves the outdoors. He loves anything like this. He loves, beauty. Our parents are always busy so he kind of just took to me. I guess I'm just like a big sister."

Evan just stared at her. She was unbelievable. She was beautiful, and so loving. Eliza. He wanted to know her as long as lived. And even though he had only known her for a few hours he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hold her. But above all he wanted to love her. But he knew that was crazy. Evan knew he shouldn't be thinking like this. If his father found out he knew he was a dead man. They stood there for awhile until the stars started to come out, then Evan turned to her. "They look better from your room." He said. She laughed and let him take her hand. Half way to the room Evan almost stopped in fear. It was him. The only one that didn't fear the man he stared at was his father.

Of course after Erik the Shah needed a new assassin and this one was the worst of them all. He wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. He was vile and ruthless. As Evan tried to get passed him without notice he called to him. "Evening young Prince!" He said with his sickening evil smile. Evan tugged Eliza behind him and she hid herself from this man she knew better than to even consider trusting. "And who might this be?" his back eyes filled with desire.

"A friend whom you are not to come near Assassin." Evan stated strongly.

"A friend?" He replied with a laugh. "Well some friends are meant to be shared."

"If you want that kind of friend I suggest you visit the Harem in the mean time get out of my way." The Assassin glared at him and caught Eliza's fearful gaze.

He scoffed and stepped aside. "After you, dearest Prince." He growled.

Evan moved Eliza to his side and put a protective arm around her waist, then walked away to the room. "Who was he?" Eliza asked as Evan shut the door.

"That was Detric my father's assassin." Evan replied. He looked at Eliza and knew she was afraid. He sighed and walked up to her putting a hand on each arm. "As long as you are with me he will not hurt you." He promised.

Eliza smiled at his words. "I think I will go to bed now." She said. Evan nodded.

"There is a bathroom in your room that you may use. I will have a servant fetch you a night dress." She nodded and thanked him.

Evan walked her to her bedroom and she turned to him. What poses Eliza to do what she did not even she knows. She quickly pecked his lips and said "Goodnight." Then she turned into the room and shut the door leaving him standing there wondering what had just happened.

After she shut the door she just leaned on it for a minute. She wasn't even sure what just happened. Her hand slowly went to her lips. Her first kiss. She had to admit it was awkward, but she wanted to do it again. She had only known him for a few hours and yet she felt herself falling in love with him. But what was love? She was only seventeen. This was the most of the world she had ever seen. Eliza had never even dared imagine a life outside of the Coney Island docks. She had never thought of a life without her family. She had never thought of anything like this. But now her head was spinning with thoughts of her future. Thoughts with the prince and thoughts without. In the moment she knew her life had begun. It was odd circumstances yes, but she knew then that there was so much out there. Gustave had already seen the world with Christine. Her father had been everywhere long before Eliza was even a thought. Eliza knew right then what she wanted, and with the determination passed down to her by her father and taught to her by Christine, Eliza wouldn't stop until she had it.