Sam's POV
She paced up and down the room, trying to think of a solution. It was serious chizz and she can't just let the worst happen.
"It's next month!" Carly screamed into my ear. "Aren't you worried?"
"Why should I be?" I let out a laugh. "It doesn't matter anymore whether I win or lose."
"Yes it matters!" she exclaimed. "Because Freddie's..."
She stopped talking and turned away. "What's wrong with Freddie?"
"Nothing," she lied. "Did I mention Freddie? I meant Gibby... Yeah, Gibby..."
"No, I heard you say 'Freddie'," I frowned.
"It must have been your imagination," she laughed nervously. "Well, I should go now..."
I stopped her. "Wait, spill it."
She sighed. "Oh, alright."
I looked at her intensely.
"Freddie's getting married," she blurted it out. "He's marrying Princess Valerie on the night of the pageant."
"What? Why?" I asked. "We just broke up! How can he just marry some other girl like that?"
"He didn't have a choice," she replied. "The king forced him to. Apparently, you didn't leave much of a good impression on the old man."
I sat down, "I'm guessing he never liked me anyway."
"But Sam, we've got to do something to get him out of this situation," she exclaimed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... We?" I asked. "What has this got to do with me?"
"Hello, he's your boyfriend," she said.
I scoffed. "Correction. Ex-boyfriend."
"Oh, come on. You know you still love him."
"I no longer bear any affections for his princely highness," I explained. "Ever since we broke up, I had a feeling that they'd get together soon after, but I just never expected it to be this soon."
"Okay, even if he's no longer your boyfriend, he's still our friend. We've got to find a way to help him," she stated.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay..."
Freddie's POV
This is bad. This is really bad.
"Get away from me! I don't want to get married!" I yelled across the room as I ran away from the royal wedding planner.
"But, your highness!" he chased after me with his measuring tape.
"No means no!" I yelled back. "I am never going to marry someone whom I don't love!"
He panted and slowed down. "But the king-"
"I don't care what the king says! He may be my father, but this is a personal thing, he can't just control me when he wants to."
"Freddie-poo..." to my horror, the 'great' Princess burst into the room with her wedding gown. "How are wedding preparations going?"
"Firstly, never ever call me that again," I commanded, signalling for the wedding planner to leave. "Secondly, I will never marry you, so don't even think about it!"
She made this face that said 'Oh-I'm-so-hurt', but it didn't fool me.
"I'm going to find a way out of this, I swear!" I frowned.
"I'm sure you wouldn't be able to," she smirked, then snapped her fingers, signalling to her maids to fetch what she wanted.
A maid came running in with a cushion in her palms. She bowed towards the Princess as she took the bottle of pink liquid which was resting on the pillow. She then proceeded to spray it throughout the room, which caused me to cough a little.
"What's that?" I asked. "It smells like..."
"Rose petals," she replied. "It's a serum made from rose petals. Isn't it fragrant?"
"No," I frowned even deeper. "It's making my nose itchy. I'm out of here."
She stopped and headed for the door, shutting it and locking it. "You're not getting away from me this time."
We were alone in the room. Only the two of us. And she had this really sinister look on her face. Now, I'm scared.
"You know, there's another ingredient in this rose serum. It's a drop of blood from a bleeding heart," she said, smirking. "And when combined together with the rose petals, it becomes something so powerful that almost nothing can fight it."
"So?" I asked, trying hard not to sound afraid.
"So..." she continued. "It's a love potion."
My eyes widened at the sound of that. Love potion? I thought that didn't exist!
"As long as two people inhale the potion for at least fifteen minutes, the potion will take effect," she grinned. "And they will fall madly in love with each other. Forever."
Forever...
No, I can't let this happen. I've got to escape before it has any effect on me. Throughout the conversation, five minutes have already passed. Just ten more minutes and I'll be doomed for eternity. Someone help me, please!
I headed for the door at full speed and tried to unlock it. But it was of no use. The door has been locked from the outside too!
"You can't make me fall in love with you!" I yelled. "Your potion will never work!"
"Oh really?" she approached. "Would you like to try it?"
As soon as I realized the doors would not budge, I aimed for the windows.
"Come on, come on," I tried to unlock them. And then, it struck me. The windows were locked to ensure that the royal window cleaners would have a safe ledge to climb on to. In other words, there was no escape.
"Ooh... Fourteen minutes have passed," she eyed her watch. "Now, there's only 10 seconds left."
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