STILL Holly's P.O.V.

He deserved the punch, but I felt kinda bad when I realised he was unconscious. Kinda, but not much. I let him sleep in my bed, and I, Holly Short, past servant, slept in a King-sized, velvet-sheeted bed, that belonged to a Prince. I rock.

I had the best sleep, but was woken by a bemused servant.

"Miss Short? Are you aware you're not meant to, uh, be here until after the wedding? Irish tradition."

"I wasn't! Well, I was, but Artemis wasn't."

He sighed, obviously relieved. "And where is the Prince, Miss Short?"

"In my room. And it's Holly, I don't need a fancy title."

He simply smiled, and left. Why? Does His Majesty need someone to help him get dressed?

I had a maid to dress me, in a long purple silk gown. I hated it.

"Ugh! I hate dresses."

She laughed. Her name was Juliet. "Yes, but you're a Princess, and have you ever seen a Princess not dressed in her finery?" Then Juliet lowered her voice. "I hate dresses too, but as soon as we're back we'll be dressed in jeans and a t-shirt."

"Back from where?" I asked, terrified.

"Your engagement party! Duh!"

Oh no. Please don't make me.

We were driven in a limo to this party. I spent the whole trip just finding buttons to push.

"Polly? Might I ask that you stop now? We're nearly at Mother's palace."

"Mother's palace? What, do you snore?"

Artemis simply smiled, as though it was completely normal for son and mother to live apart, and each in their own 8-story building with over 900 rooms.

"Prince Artemis and his fiancee' Miss Polly Short!" was the way we were announced, straight after "Prince William, and fiancee' Kate Middleton!"

Artemis took my arm, as though we'd known each other all our lives, instead of just 20 or so minutes. I restrained from pulling back-the whole world was watching me.

It was the most boring 5 hours of my life. Basically it went like this:

Random old guy comes up to us: Hello, Polly, I'm the King of Bulgaria.

Old lady: Hello, Polly, I'm the Queen of Azerbaijan.

And so on. Hundreds of people, telling me 'what a cute pair you two are!' and pinching my freaking cheeks. And the worst part?

"We must leave!" Artemis declared, finally.

"Oh, goodbye!" cried all the old royals.

And at the doorway Prince Artemis kissed me. And I kissed him back, cause I don't want to make a disgrace of myself on camera.

And so Myles Fowl didn't know I was in love with him instead of Artemis.