AN:/ A slightly longer chapter, and a change of route in the story. All will be explained soon. And someone said that Dan never would smash someone's face into a box if ice cream, well I believe i did mention that it was a very OCC move of Dan's. But promise in time it will be explained :) Any constructive criticism is deeply desired, and reviews very appreciated, if not, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. No Beta reader.

Chapter 2

He always started his day with a cup of coffee and finished it around midnight at the old musky coffee shop down the street that Blair hates so much. He never planned to actually meet a prince as a new nightly ritual, but ever since that first time he had walked into him, he knew it was going to be a new habit of his.

Louis had been surprised to see a familiar face while Dan was still trying to wrap his mind around the reason of a prince being at such a "cheap" place.

"Daniel, what are you doing here?" Louis spoke with his usual light French accent while smiling at the familiar man. He didn't know many people in America besides his fiancée's friends and enemies and he was starting to see Dan as a friend that could come to mean much to him and his future family.

Dan who is still in a somewhat daze blinks his eyes once and somehow regains his power of speech.

"I umm… I always come here" he stutters out before seeing the curious face on Louis face. "I know you expect me to sit at Starbucks or something more exquisite but I love the atmosphere here, it's peaceful not something you can get much from New York City."

The prince gazes at him thoughtfully first, then with understatement and then gestures towards an empty table. Dan hesitates for a moment when Louis takes out a small notebook out of the pocket of his coat but then accepts the offer mutely. With one warm cup of tea in his, he waits for the Prince to say something. It almost felt like the beginning of an interview or an interrogation.

"So Daniel…I've been meaning to talk to you about the wedding and although I know Blair would have my head cut off with a guillotine if she ever found out about my decision I also know she would not resent me for it... At least not for eternal."

Dan's eyebrows drew together in apprehension while cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"I don't think I understand..."

"I want you to help her with the wedding, I do my best with the preparations but with my duties as prince I have most of my day scheduled to other event and meetings I have to attend and since you're the closest friend she has now, with Serena being gone, I feel like you're the only one who knows her well enough to know what's best for the wedding of her dreams"

"Ah" Dan says absently while his brain is still trying to comprehend the prince's words. Does he want to do this, more importantly can he? To help the future husband of the woman he is in love with?

He felt his chest and throat tighten at the prospect of the idea, he shuddered out a breath and stretches his neck back and forth in a nervous manner.

"I'm not sure that would be such a good idea, don't get me wrong I feel honored to chaperone Blair on the wedding preparations..I just don't think I can handle Blair's diva tantrums." He stutters out.

The prince shakes his head in disagreement "Daniel you know it's only her way of showing her affection for you. Don't misread her actions"

Dan scoffs, 'if by affection he means getting hit in the head by her girly magazines' then sure... She shows plenty of ordinary affection.

"Daniel...please? You are the only one I know who can do this."

Dan refrains from smiling openly, well nobody had the years of experience of Blair's craziness like he did. But the truth is there is nothing he wouldn't do for her, no matter how many times he would get hit in the head, he was always going to be there for her. Dan takes a sip from his long forgotten tea and grimaces at the cold liquid.

He sighs and then turn his focus to the prince. "Alright, I'll help you.

The prince smiles widely before standing up from his seat to give Dan a clap on the back.

"Thank you Daniel, I knew I could count you. I'm sorry we couldn't sit down for a longer chat but I better get home now, it's late and I have a long day ahead of me. I'll call you about the details later."

He says and adjusts the coat on him.

Dan mumbles a 'sure' but then remembers that Blair is still unaware of the new developments that would soon take place.

"When will you tell her?"

The prince doesn't take too long to catch on the implication of Dan's words and shrugs.

"Tomorrow? Don't worry it's going to be fine."

And with a 'goodnight' he leaves the writer to ponder on the nights events.

"Clearly you don't know Blair waldorf." are the final words leaving Dan's lips in the chilly night of New york City.

TBC