SOOOO I must give cred to my partner in crime "Daae Chagny" for help on this chap ... Now warning this story is still rated M for reasons ... Ok read on my lovelies!

Eliza woke the next morning to the sound of a woman talking with Evan. A beautiful blue silk robe laid on the end of the bed for her. She put it on and went to the door listening; not knowing if it was safe to come out. "And exactly what the hell are we going to tell your father?!" The woman yelled. "Evan you need to think these things through!"

"And I told you I would handle it Catherine!" He yelled back. There was nothing but silence for a moment. "I can handle my father." Evan said sternly but calmly. "I have done it before and I can do so again."

"And have you forgotten where that landed you?" she said. Eliza heard Evan sigh. "Look believe it or not I care about you Evan, and I don't want to see you end up like your mother. You know all too well what your father is capable of. Once he has this girl's father, you know what he will want done with her."

"I won't let that happen." He said firm and strong. Eliza blushed from behind the door.

"If your father asks what am I to tell him?"

"He doesn't know her name so you are to tell him that Kasey's daughter is in the cells. Father can't get down there to check. You are to say that Eliza is a friend from England. If he has more questions tell him you don't know and to ask me." Another pause "Are we understood?"

"Yes." She said then Eliza heard the door open and shut.

She slowly opened the door. Peeking out and seeing Evan standing over his desk Eliza knew this was as safe as it was going to get. She stood where she was for a moment just staring at him. Eliza had no clue why he was so fascinating to her, but he was. She recalled the kiss last night and in her mind she went over to him and kissed him like Christine did her father when he has been away for a while. Then he turned around and the fantasy was over. He smiled "I guess you heard that?" She nodded. "My father will not harm you as long as you are with me." He said quickly reassuring her.

She nodded again. "I know. Um, who was that?"

"My step mother." He replied simply. He cleared his throat "Are you hungry?" Eliza nodded, then he walked to her and took her hand. "Then follow me." He led her into another room joined with his bedroom. This room was obviously the dining room but it was very small. All it had was a table made for two and in the corners of the room were a few boxes and painting set aside. Eliza looked to him. "I don't entertain." He said his tone making her giggle. He motioned to a seat for her to sit then nodded to a servant who began to sever them. It was nothing fancy which in a way surprised her. It was mainly pastries like what she would normally eat when she was home.

They sat and they ate in silence for awhile then Eliza looked at him. "Evan, may I ask you something?" She asked.

He looked back. "Of course."

"Could I see the city?" She asked in a rushed way.

He sat back in his chair and looked at her puzzled. "Why would you want to see the city?" He asked.

She shrugged. "My father kept journals and designs, pictures of here. My step brother and I, Gustave, we would find all of them in the attic and would read them together. We used to ask our father about all of it, sometimes he would share sometimes he wouldn't. This was always so amazing when I was younger. I want to know it as my father did." Evan smiled and nodded.

He let out a little laugh. "Alright. I will show you."

Gustave and Raoul were dropped off at the edge of the city by Nadir's servant. They all thought it best that Erik stay behind and wait. Raoul went to a hotel and got a room while Gustave set off to find Eliza and this prince, but that didn't take long. Gustave walked into the market and saw the prince getting out of the carriage. He almost looked away thinking the one to come out would be some random girl, but instead it was Eliza. Gustave quickly hid himself in the crowd and moved as close as he could without them spotting him. "What do you think?" Evan asked.

She looked at him with shining yellow eyes and smiled "It's amazing." She looked around. "It's like I've looked at my father's pictures so much it's hard to believe it's real."

"Like stepping in a storybook." He said.

Eliza nodded "Exactly." She let out a happy sigh and looked at him. "So, what shall we do first?" She asked.

"I suggest that we get you some dresses of your own," He said laughing. "That way my step mother isn't complaining."

Eliza laughed. "Alright, lead the way." He held out his arm and she took it. As they passed Evan waved the driver off and signaled for his two guards to keep distance. Gustave followed as closely as he could wondering about this prince the entire time. When Eliza and Evan entered the shop the two ladies working there gasped and bowed before him.

The older keeping her eyes down said. "We didn't expect you for another week majesty. The Queen's order is not yet done Sir."

Evan looked to the ladies "I am not here for my step mother's order. I am here so my guest may have a fitting wardrobe." The two women looked to Eliza. The younger one looked as if she had seen a ghost when she looked at Eliza, then she smiled.

She curtsied and said. "I believe I have just the dresses, if I may ma'am." Eliza looked to Evan then to the lady and nodded with a shy smile. The woman motioned for her to come forward and took her to a back room. Evan followed and was asked to wait outside a room closed off by a curtain. The woman came out with five different dresses and laid them out. "Which one first ma'am?" Eliza looked at them for a moment and choose the purple dress first. The woman nodded. "I'm Samara by the way." She said. Eliza smiled at her and before she could say anything Samara asked. "Are you his daughter?" Eliza looked at her confused. "The Angle's daughter? There was rumor of him being married once and just recently rumor of a daughter. Are you her?" Eliza hesitated. Samara sighed. "I only ask because you have the same eyes. I knew him once; he saved my life. I never got a chance to say 'thank you'. That's why I asked."

"I am his daughter. I'm Eliza." She said with a smile.

"I know you will see him again and when you do,"

"I'll tell him. I promise." Eliza said. Samara smiled and picked up a green dress.

"I do believe this one would go better with your eyes miss." She said and Eliza smiled.

Evan waited patiently in a chair for Eliza to come out and show him her favorite one. He heard Eliza clear her throat and he looked up and was at a loss for words. "What do you think?" She asked shyly. It was a simple green dress with silver buttons going down the front and silver highlighted the edge of the sleeves. Then little ringlets of silver were at the hem of the dress. Evan was a little more won over at how it complimented her body. The neck line was low enough for him to see the swell of her breasts, then it let the world know every beautiful curve she had to offer. Evan prided himself that when they walked out of this store he knew every man would want her but none could have her because she was his.

"Silence is often a good sign." Samara said with a little giggle.

Evan laughed and said. "In this case, it is." Eliza blushed. "Why don't you wear it out?"

"Really?" Eliza said surprised. Evan nodded and she came up and hugged him. "Thank you." She said. When they finished Evan had bought her three other dresses. They thanked the two ladies and walked out. Arm in arm they walked down the street Eliza in awe at everything and Gustave still following. They talked and they laughed as they walked, then a thought accrued to Eliza. "I noticed the paintings this morning." She began. "I have never seen anything like them before."

Evan laughed and turned a little red. "Well thank you."

Eliza stopped shocked. "You did those?" He sighed and nodded. "They were beautiful."

"It's just something I do in my free time." He said. "It's nothing special."

"Nothing special?" She said as they started to walk again. "Evan, they were wonderful. A prince, who has a heart, spoils me for no reason, mysterious, sweet, and he's an artist. What can't you do?" She asked laughing. They were passing a flower stand and Evan stopped picked up a white rose.

He handed it to her and said "Fly." She giggled and took the rose.

"Thank you." She said red cheeked again.

They started walking again. "Honestly, I'm not free. Not like you think I am. Like you I want to see the world, but after my father passes I can't. I'll have to take the throne."

Eliza was saddened by his look and tone. "Can't you just pass it on to someone else?"

Evan chuckled. "I've tried. But my father has already decided. I can't go back on it. But once I'm in charge a lot of things will change. I don't want my people to fear me. I don't want constant punishment. I want peace. I don't want what my father created. I want change." He said. Eliza smiled at him.

"If anyone can do it, I'm certain you can." She said.

Evan looked up and saw clouds coming in. "We might want to get going." But before they could get far the rain came in and it came down hard. Eliza laughed as they were both getting soaked. They took shelter under the umbrellas outside a diner. They stood there laughing then when they calmed down they were able to hear music coming from inside and Eliza giggled taking his hand.

"Come on." She said tugging him out from under the umbrella.

"We should wait here until it slows down." He said.

"Oh, come on. Dance with me." She said. He looked at her strangely. "You said you have always wanted to be free. Take a chance. Do something crazy, and feel free for once." Evan laughed at her. She held out her other hand. "Come on." He took a firm hold and she led him out into the middle of the empty street and they danced together. They laughed tripping over each other jumping around in the puddles and twirling around each other. It was a moment that they wanted to last forever, but they both knew it was getting late and the rain would soon turn into a storm so they walked back to the palace together. Evan led her through the gardens but stopped just before they were inside. "What is it?" She asked the rain still beating down on them.

"You told me all I had to do to be free for a moment was take a chance and do something crazy right?"

Eliza laughed and nodded. "Yes that what I said."

"Well here's my crazy moment." He said coming closer to her. He gently cupped her face and kissed her. Eliza was in shocked. Evan was kissing her. Why on earth her mind took so long to cope with that she will never know. Gustave stood a way off ready to come up and beat the prince for making a move like that on his sister, but then Eliza kissed him back. She kissed him so hard that he almost fell over not expecting it, but he caught himself bringing his arms around her waist holding her close. Evan pushed her up against the wall of the palace never letting go of her lips. Eliza's hands traveled up cupping the back of his head letting her fingers play with his dark damp hair. To both Evan and Eliza this was the perfect moment. Evan moved his mouth to her cheek and he made his way down to her neck. Eliza gasped loving the feel of his lips and his tongue as he licked the water from her skin. He slowly made his way back up to her lips.

Evan pulled away slowly and they just stared at each other loving how it felt to be held by someone in this way. When Eliza finally found her voice she said. "We should go inside. Before we catch a cold or something." Evan agreed and led her inside then up to her room.

"I'll start a fire." He said feeling chilled from the wet clothes. It wasn't long until the wood in the fireplace burned good and hot. Eliza sat down on the floor next to Evan once he finished messing with the fire. He looked at her and smiled. She could help but blush.

"That was, my first kiss." She admitted.

Evan chuckled "You can't be serious. Surly you have men fighting over you back home." She laughed and shook her head. "I don't believe that." He said.

"Well it's true. No one wants the crazy redhead with an intimidating father." She said.

He took her hand and pet it gently. "Well I do. They don't know what they're missing." He kissed her hand and she smiled.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why what?" He asked puzzled.

"Why would a prince want me? A prince isn't supposed to want me. I'm no princess."

"In my eyes you are. And if a prince isn't supposed to want you then I am no prince."

She laughed. "Then what are you?"

"Evan." He said with a shrug. "And if you are no princess, then you are an angel. An angel that I am unworthy of. But God has chosen to bless me with."

Eliza wanted to know so much about Evan. Her father had told her and Gustave stories of what Evan's father was like, so why was he this way? His mother, what was that story? They sat in silence Evan holding her in front of the fire keeping her warm.

"Evan may I ask you something?" She asked.

"Of course. You can ask me anything." He replied.

"Your step mother, this morning she had mentioned you mother, what happened?" She asked. Evan grew somber and Eliza felt him stiffen.

"I was six. My father had found a new love and he planned to marry her. My mother was an English woman; my father thought she wasn't worth much since she didn't come from anyone noble. The only reason he kept her around was because of me. My mother threatened to leave and take me with her if he married the girl. He didn't listen; he thought she was bluffing that she wouldn't really do it. One night my mother woke me up and told me we were leaving. We were a few miles outside the city when we were caught. The guards took my mother away and my father took me I never saw her again. I didn't learn until I was thirteen that she was tortured to death." Eliza looked at him for a moment not believing the story. "Since then I have had three different step mothers. My current one, Catherine, was a good friend of my mother's when she lived here. I don't like her all that much because she agreed to marry my father, but I guess these things just happen."

"I'm sorry." She said.

Evan shrugged "It's in the past. No use in dwelling in it." Eliza wasn't sure what to say or do, but she knew what she wanted to do. She gently reached up and stroked the side if his face. Evan smiled and leaned into her touch, then looked at her bright eyes. He chuckled "I believe I have already done my crazy deed for the day." He said playfully.

Eliza smiled and shook her head. "But I on the other hand have a life time full of crazy deeds." Then she kissed him. It didn't take long for it to resume the intensity they had in the gardens. They pulled each other closer and Evan placed her down on the floor letting one of his hands roam her curves. Eliza toyed with his still damp hair and explored his chest with her other hand. Evan broke the kiss as his hand came to the top button of her dress. Apart of him said 'don't do it you have only known her for a day!' but another part told him it was the right thing to do. Everything with Eliza felt so right. He never had to second guess himself.

Evan looked into her eyes and she nodded placing a hand on his giving him the permission a sought. He undid the first button then the second, the third, fourth, fifth, before they knew it all of them were undone and nothing but the sleeveless slip and her underwear were left. With one hand Evan traced her hair line then her jaw and lastly her lips. "What did I ever do to be allowed to have such a beauty in my arms?" Eliza had never seen herself as beautiful. Every now and again she would feel pretty, but beautiful always seemed so far out of reach. Then Evan came into her life and every time he looked at her she felt it. She felt beautiful.

Evan kissed her lips again, then moved down kissing her neck. Eliza closed her eyes lost in the feelings his lips and hands gave her. She slowly began to undress him removing his shirt needing to feel his skin underneath her palms. As soon as her hands met his skin he stiffened a little, and Eliza found out why feeling a scar along his chest. When she traced it, it went up and over his shoulder leading to many more on his back. Some were deep and some stood up. Evan stopped and pulled away. Eliza sat up and touched his arm keeping him with her. "Evan what happened?" She asked worried.

He pulled away and walked over to the bed sitting on the edge. "There's a reason I want to protect you from my father, and a reason I'm not so afraid of him." He replied.

"He did that to you?" She asked her blood boiling at the thought.

"Why do you think I act so different around everyone? You are the only one that knows me, Eliza." He said.

She stood up letting her new dress fall off her shoulders and sink to the floor. She walked over and sat next to him on the bed. Eliza held his hand and kissed it. "It's history." She said. Evan looked at her confused. "You know my father didn't live a good life. He has scares worse than yours. My step mother always says when he complains about them that they are just his past. She says that it shows where he came from, and how hard he worked it get what he has today." Evan looked at her with wonder in his eyes. "One day you'll look at them and remember all of it, but then you'll think of the amazing life you have at that moment. Then you won't mind so much." He couldn't help but smile.

He stroked a red strand of hair out of her face and said, "Again, what did I do to deserve you?"

"I find myself asking the same question." He kissed her again, but this time with more passion. Eliza let one arm go around his neck as the other explored his chest. "I've never done this before." She admitted in a whisper.

"I haven't either." he replied in the same hushed tone. "We could always find out together." He said playfully.

She smiled. "It's the ultimate crazy deed."

"So it would seem." Evan kissed her then they climbed up onto the bed.

When it was over they lay there listening to the storm outside cuddling underneath the blankets kissing and caressing. "Evan,"

"Yes Eliza." He replied petting her hair.

"What do you intend to do with my father?" She asked.

Evan sighed. "We all know my father doesn't have much longer. I hope that Erik takes his time and will arrive just before father passes. I'll have him brought down to the cells and once father is dead and I have taken the crown I will release him."

"Evan,"

He smiled at her. "Yes darling."

"How do you know if you're in love?" She asked as her bright yellow eyes pleaded.

"I honestly don't know. I've never been in love before."

"What do you think it's like?"

"A lot like this." He said making her smile. They kissed again, then slowly drifted off to sleep.

Ooooo Erik's gonna hit the roof! lol Reviews are the best! Until next time lovelies!