Oh, no! Now I'm stuck in the same room as Sieg and I'm losing my mind as to what's going to happen. But when he pushes me in alone, I start to relax a bit. But once all is said and done, I end up seeing Sieg again in the most unexpected way. I also end up overhearing Oliver joke about Sieg falling in love at first sight. What the heck? Is that possible for someone like him? Contains adaptation of "A Guy Like You" from Disney's "Hunchback Of Notre Dame"


He opens the bedroom door and I'm immediately afraid of what I've gotten myself into. However, he merely pushes me in alone.

This surprises me, but it's also a relief.

"You look disappointed?" Sieg points out. "Did you think we were gonna sleep together?"

"It was a concern…" I say, trying to sound relieved, but I'm still red as an apple.

Much to my chagrin, Prince Sieg looks like he's enjoying the teasing he's putting me through.

"Sleep well." Sieg says to me.

"What about you?" I inquire.

"I'll sleep in the living room." Prince Sieg says, thumb-jerking behind him.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" I ask.

"You might not be nobility, but you're still a woman," Prince Sieg explains. "Making a woman sleep on the sofa wouldn't be very prince-like. So, get to bed."

"Thanks…" I say, trying not to sound suspicious; I shut the door and hop into bed.

The next morning, I wake up and leave the bedroom and I see Hans had come in.

"Good morning, Miss Carly. Did you sleep well?" He asks me.

"Thank you, but… where's Sieg?" I ask Hans, seeing he is not in the room.

"Sieg is attending a breakfast meeting," Hans explains. "He won't be back until just before the ship docks."

"Okay… I've got work at the store, so once we dock, I gotta go back." I explain.

I wanted to thank Sieg face-to-face, but seeing as that he and I are of two different worlds, I just decide to give the note I have to Hans.

"Sieg wanted the cake recipe I made; I wrote it down for him," I say. "Could you pass this on to him? And could you also thank him for letting me use the room?"

Hans takes the note into his hands, and then he tells me, "I'll make sure he gets it."

"Thank you." I say with a nod and a smile.

"Um, Miss Carly?" Hans asks me.

"What's up?" I ask Hans.

"Did you have fun last night?" Hans asks me.

I think of everything that's happened. The beautiful dress and the dancing, tasting Sieg's cooking, when he asked me for my cake recipe, and overall, I had a great night.

"Yes, I had a top-notch time!" I say with a big smile.

Hans smiles, seemingly relieved, and then everything seems to go without a hitch for the rest of the day.

I then leave the boat, and I have a new memory that I'll treasure for the rest of my life.


A few days later, May comes over to my house and I make sure that no one is around; I shut the doors, and everything, because I intend on telling her everything that's happened.

"Why the paranoia?" May asks, as she sits on the bed and we share in some lemonade that I make.

"You'll never believe what's been happening to me recently…" I begin, and then I tell May the whole story from the dance at Nobel Michel castle to him dragging me around to events of other sorts.

"No joke?!" May asks, quite surprised.

"Have you ever known me to lie?" I inquire to May.

"No…" May said. "Now I know why you want me to keep this on the down low."

"I just don't understand… I know I reminded him of his grandmother; at least, that's what he said to me. Other than that, I have no idea why he even wants me to hang around him." I say, venting.

"Because he likes you!" May says to me with a smile and a wink. "Between the two of us, you're the cute one."

"Didn't you say you were the cute one?" I inquire.

"No, I'm the boy-crazy, chatty one with fashion as a passion." May says to me with a laugh.

That's May for you; she's quite the romantic. Any time a cute guy comes around us, she's on matchmaker mode. It's not like she means any harm, but there are times where it can get a little overbearing.

"Are you really sure, May?" I ask, skeptical. "I know I've been hit on by men in the past, but a prince? A prince who likes me? That's insane…"

"Listen, Carly, I'm sure that there are princes out there who couldn't care less about social status and just want true love like anyone else," May said, as she stood up and put her lemonade on the coaster. "You're irresistible; one of a kind! Besides, noblewoman and high-class ladies might not be his type, and those girls are pretty common; a dime a dozen!"

May and I are known for duet singing rants, and it's not uncommon for me to do a solo. But this time, it's May doing the solo.

"Look. Our fair Nobel Michel is glowing this evening… Sigh… True, that's because it's still daylight," May sang, before turning back to me. "But still, there's 'l'amour'…"

I roll my eyes a bit and then May went back to singing, "Somewhere out there in our sight… His heart is hot and alight…"

May then brought me over to the mirror and sat me down in the chair before singing, "And I know the girl he just might be yearning for…"

I soon get what she's trying to say, but I shake it off; that's the most ridiculous thing ever!

"A girl like you… He's never known, gal. A girl like you, a man does not meet every day," May sang, as she stood me back up and looked me in the eye. "You've got a style that's all your own, gal."

She crosses her eyes and then sees two of me for a few seconds, and then sings, "Could there be two, like you?"

"As if!" We sing together; I sing the line because I know that it's impossible of two of me to exist.

"Those other girls with whom he'd mingle, all act the same no matter what the point of view!" May sang, as she kicked a few nesting dolls that were identical and then they all fell over.

May spins me around and then she dresses me up a little bit with some clothes she had brought over with her.

"It's a surprise that you're still single. Mon Dieu above, he's gotta love a girl like you!" May sang to me, as she stopped spinning me and put a spotlight on me.

"A girl like you gets extra credit," May said, as she pulled out an exam that I had that gave me a score higher than 100%, much to my embarrassment. "Because you really have a certain something more; you're aces, girl!"

She brings me to the mirror and she sings, "You see your face? One can't forget it!"

She gives me a makeover and I come out looking like Marie Antoinette, before she sings, "Want something new? That's you! For sure!"

May then pulls out a Madonna picture and says, "We all have gaped at some Madonna. But then we crave a meal more nourishing to chew!"

She then puts a chocolate bar in front of my face and sings, "And since you're sweet, like a chocolate is… No question of, he's gotta love a girl like you!"

May then dresses as a singer and sings, "Call me a hopeless romantic, but Carly, I feel it! He wants you so any moment, he'll walk through your door!"

May gestured to a door, before singing, "For… A girl so swell. A girl like you, with all you bring him, a fool could tell it's why he fell for you-know-who! You're just so swell… You're a humdinger!"

May changed clothes into something one would see in Charles Kingdom women before singing, "When he says 'ooh-la-la', then he wants 'you-la-la'… He will discover girl, you're one heck of a girl…"

May then dressed me up as a pageant queen and then put a false crown on my head before singing, "Who wouldn't love a girl like you? You've got a lot the rest have not, so he's gotta love a girl like you!"

May started fanning rose petals at me before I change my clothes and go back to normal.

"Don't be ridiculous, May," I say. "It's hard enough for me to believe that he wanted my recipe… So the idea of him having feelings for me is completely outlandish."

"I understand what you're saying, but anything is possible." May said.

"Promise to keep this a secret?" I say.

"Promise." May says, in reply.


After that, things seem to go back to normal. Seem to, I say. It's been about a week since the boat trip.

I'm at Patisserie Brown, working really hard, and I don't know why, but business is picking up; it's really busy.

"Carly, the store's getting a bit busy. Could you give me a hand?" Yosef asks me.

"Ready and willing, Yosef!" I say, with enthusiasm.

I go out to the register area and then I say, "Welcome!"

There are customers crowding the entire store, but something is definitely wrong; I see that they're not eyeing the cakes; they're staring at a man in dark sunglasses. I don't know why, but I get chills up my spine at the sight of him. He seems familiar.

"Hey, Carly. That guy's pretty hot, right? I feel like I've seen him before. Is he an actor?" One of my coworkers asks me.

"Yes… I feel like I know him from somewhere, too…" I say, but my mind immediately goes to Prince Sieg.

The man in question turns towards me and comes over.

"Who's the pastry chef who wrote this recipe?" He asks, and then my eyes bulge out of my head when I see the note he has in his hand.

Crap, it IS Sieg! Why is he here?!

"That's mine." I say, trying to be discreet about the identity of this person.

There's no doubt about it: it's the recipe I gave Prince Sieg last week.

"I wrote that," I say. "But could we step outside?"

I drag Prince Sieg to the back of the building to make sure we have some privacy; can't have nosy paparazzi and the like nosing around.

"What's the idea, coming by the store without any protection?!" I start barking. "Do you have any idea what could happen?! If they find out that you're the Prince Sieg, it's going to be chaotic!"

"That's why I'm in disguise. Duh." Prince Sieg says to me.

"I'm not an idiot," I say with a scoff. "What are you doing here?"

"It's your fault I come out unprotected to your little cake shop, you know." Sieg says to me.

"How is it my fault?" I say, getting a little angry.

"You left your recipe behind and not a word after." He tells me.

"You idiot," I say. "As if I can just call up the castle and expect you to talk to me."

This guy! He's the one who asked for the recipe, and I left it there for him! For crying out loud!

"That's fair. I told you I wanted to recreate your cake myself. You expect a perfectionist like me to do it by following directions on a paper?" Prince Sieg asks me.

"What are you…?" I begin, but then my skin pales at the thought that comes up next. "Oh, no! NO WAY! You want me to teach you how to make this cake?!"

"So you can connect the dots like that." Prince Sieg says to me, smirking.

I press up against the wall, as Prince Sieg leans over me. I'm ready to defend myself should something happen, but while Sieg has yet to make me feel like I'm danger, you never know what might happen.

"I won't take no for an answer. I'm not about cutting corners," Sieg says to me. "When I need to accomplish something, I do it right. You're gonna help me."

I give in and sigh.

Later, I tell Yosef that I'm planning on hanging back to get some practice done to improve my skills.

"Carly, I'm impressed that you're staying behind to practice! Good luck!" Yosef told me.

"T-Thanks, Yosef. See you tomorrow." I tell Yosef.

I hate lying like this… Because he doesn't know what's really going on.

After Yosef closes the door, I sigh in relief; however, I hear a knock at the back door, and I know full well who it is…

I open the door, saying, "Coast is clear."

Prince Sieg comes in, and he grumpily says, "Late as usual. How long were you gonna keep me waiting?"

"Hey, I was going to keep you waiting as long I needed to," I bark. "I had to wait until everyone else left. How would you like it if you got caught and caused a commotion?"

Here's what happened: I agreed to teach Prince Sieg how to bake the cake, but the catch was that we can't do it during work hours, so I managed to persuade and convince Prince Sieg that it would be best for him to wait until we closed.

"Let's get started." Sieg says, as he washes his hands with some gusto.

Nice enthusiasm he has. This is impressive.

"First things first: we need to get the scale, ingredients, and bake ware." I say, as I gather up a digital scale with a tare function, a large bowl, and more.

"Ingredients and bake ware? Isn't that just common sense?" Prince Sieg asks.

"That's true, but in baking, it's key to get the ingredients right and in the right amounts; if any of the ingredients are wrong or off by even one eighth of an ounce, the whole thing could flop." I tell him.

"So if cooking is an art… baking is an exact science!" Sieg says.

"Exactly." I say with a nod; he's quick on the uptake.

About half an hour in on the session, we're already at the flour stage.

"Is this how you mix the flour?" Sieg asks me.

"Right," I say with a nod. "Just take big scoops from the bottom of the bowl."

"Big scoops…" Sieg says, and I notice he's absorbed in the baking.

I notice that he's a little meeker than normal; I don't hear much in the way of sarcastic commentary, and at the same time, he's got his game face on.

~Sieg's POV~

I catch Carly staring at me, and I feel my heart beat just a little bit faster.

"Didn't I already tell you it's rude to stare?" I ask her.

"Hey, I'm not the one who's acting different." Carly says in defense.

"Are my baking skills whisking your heart away?" I inquire, trying to turn on my charm.

"That isn't funny," Carly says to me. "Don't be an idiot."

She was quite fast to deny that, but I decide to change the subject. Her saying that I'm an idiot kind of hurts, though.

"Baking is a whole different beast than cooking." I tell her.

"It needs a different skill set and a lot of attention to detail." Carly informs me.

"Right, so even though I may be good at cooking, baking might be something I can't do at all…" I say.

"You really like cooking, don't you?" Carly says.

"Yeah, I guess it's my hobby." I tell her.

"I'm sure your grandmother would love it if she heard you say that." Carly says to me.

I get back to work and things seem to be going just fine, when…

We hear rattling somewhere, and then we realize that it's the store door that was being opened. Carly and I lock our eyes together, in a big panic, and now I'm a bit worried as to what was going to happen.

"Oh, no! Someone's coming! What do we do?" Carly said, about to panic. "Sieg, you need to hide!"

"Hide? I'm not doing something that undignified!" I protest.

"This isn't the time to be a royal brat!" Carly says, as she pushes me into the shadow of a closet.

She trips, and then she screeches a bit before I catch her, and her face ends up landing on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and I feel my own heart pounding.

"E-Excuse me…" Carly said to me and blushed.

"N-No problem…" I say to her, as I hold her.

We heard the kitchen door open, and we hold our breath.

"Huh? Is someone here?" We hear someone ask from aloud.

Carly tries to pull away from me, but then I pull her back in. A part of me just wanted to hold her longer.

"Don't move. You'll look like a weirdo if you just pop out of the closet." I tell her, whispering in her ear, and squeeze my arms around her.

"Now hold on…" Carly was about to protest.

"Probably Carly… She did say that she was going to stay and practice." The employee said; she looks around, as if checking for something, and then leaves.

The door shuts and then we let our breath in relief.

"She gone?" I ask.

"Yeah, she is," Carly says, before sighing heavily. "Sheesh, my heart's still pounding."

"Your heart?" I ask; my heart throbs at this statement and I'm hoping she means the intimacy between us has stimulated her feelings.

"Yep," Carly says, and I'm eager to hear what she has to say, but… My hopes are dashed. "I was positive that no one would be coming back tonight."

"So that's what you meant…" I say, sadly.

"What did you think that I meant?" Carly asks me, a little impudently.

"Nothing," I say, my face a bit red. "It's a real pain to work in secret like this."

~End of Sieg's POV~

Sieg was right about working in secret.

"You're right," I say in agreement. "We could get busted."

"Next time, you'll come and teach me at the castle." Sieg says out of nowhere.

"Beg your pardon?!" I say in surprise.

A few days after that, I had just finished work for the day, and I find myself at Nobel Michel castle once again. I always thought that I would never come back, but now that I'm here, it's so surreal.

I start getting nervous as I see Hans coming out to greet me, and I get tense.

"Thank you very much for coming all the way here." Hans says to me, smiling.

"I'm honored that I'm allowed to use the kitchens again." I say with a smile.

"Sieg's in a meeting that's running overtime, so could you wait for him in the kitchens?" Hans asks me.

I nod and say, "Yes."

I make it to the kitchens and I start getting everything ready. I take out a digital scale and a lot of large bowls, plus a scoop and the pans used for the item in question.

"Let's see, cake flour… Dark brown sugar… Baking soda… Eggs… Milk…" I begin, as I keep working on getting everything I need ready.

However, I'm interrupted when I hear the sound of voices, and it seems like they're getting closer.

"Oh, there you are, Pastry Cutie." Prince Oliver says, out of nowhere.

"Oliver… It's been a long time." I say, trying to be nice, but not come off all wrong.

Prince Hayden and Prince Aslan come out from behind Prince Oliver and then Aslan starts to speak up.

"We're all gonna go out for drinks tonight, but Sieg turned us down." Aslan said, with that smile on his face he always has.

"When we asked what he was planning on, he said he had a lesson with you." Oliver informed me.

"He was quite secretive about it…" Hayden says.

"So this is where you all went to when you suddenly disappeared." Sieg says, as he comes in, and he has a frown on his face; he doesn't seem happy…

"Well, when we heard the Pastry Cutie was here, we just had to pay her a visit." Oliver said in response.

"You don't need to go out of your way to say hi." Sieg says.

Once again, he's being quite venomous to the other princes. I don't know why, but I've noticed that whenever I'm talking with the other princes when Sieg's around, he gets sour. It's like he just goes from a sweet strawberry to a sour lemon in an instant when they're around.

"What's this?" Oliver asks, picking up a sieve.

"Oh, that's a sieve. We use that to sift the flour to undo any lumps in the flour. This keeps the texture of the sweets smooth and even." I explain, albeit I think I went a bit too far.

"Ooh, I see. I kinda wanna give it a try, too," Oliver says, impressed, and then he turns to Prince Hayden. "What about you, Hayden? You wanna try baking?"

"I… Don't really care." Hayden replies.

"Will you teach us, too?" Aslan asks me.

I look around and notice that I don't have enough ingredients for five people.

"I don't have enough ingredients prepared, so how about some other time?" I ask.

"Haha, that's a polite way to turn us down." Aslan says, with a laugh.

"Well, you'd better at least let us try the sweets you two make," Oliver says to me, before turning to Sieg. "That's not too much to ask, is it Sieg?"

"Hm? Uh, sure…" Sieg says, a little absentmindedly.

"It shouldn't take too long," I say. "We'll be making cookies."

"Oh, you make cookies, too?" Hayden asks me.

"Yes," I say. "Sieg's a quick study, so cookies won't be the only things we'll be trying."

"We'll be looking forward to trying them." Aslan says.

The other princes soon leave, and then I'm left alone with Sieg.

Once they're gone, Sieg heaves a big sigh, and says, "Those guys even butt into my private time…"

"It just proves that they're your friends," I say to Sieg. "Besides, you're all working hard together for the Nobel Expo."

"I just…" Sieg begins, and then is gazing at me.

"Yes?" I ask Sieg.

"No, it's nothing," Sieg says to me, as if deciding not to speak up. "Should I start by melting the butter?"

Later, I'm walking down the corridor with a tray of fresh cookies. Sieg was called away for something regarding his public duties, so I took over from there. I'm bringing the cookies to the other princes. I'm anxious to see whether or not the other princes will be surprised that Sieg was the one who made them.

However, as I'm about to grab the doorknob, I hear my name being spoken from inside the room where the princes are waiting.

"Carly is…"

What the? They're talking about me? I then decide to listen in and I hesitate to enter the room.

"Sieg must be really into her. I can't believe he invited her to the castle." Oliver says.

"How long's it been going on? It seems like he's known her since before he chose her as a candidate bride." I hear Aslan say.

"Probably since that party. I heard he gave her a lift on the way to the castle or something." Oliver says.

"That was it?" Aslan asks.

"Maybe it was love at first sight?" Oliver asks.

"You seriously think that could happen to Sieg?" Hayden asks.

"But it's not like I don't understand his feelings. That girl has a mysterious charm. She makes everything around her seem brighter." I hear Aslan say.

This conversation makes me a little confused. Sieg fell in love with me at first sight? That's ridiculous. Yes, love at first sight may happen every now and again, but let's get real here: would someone with Sieg's personality really fall in love at first sight?

"Carly." I hear someone talk to me from behind.

"Gah!" I shout, and then turn around to see Sieg.

"What are you doing loitering around here?" Sieg asks me in curiousity.

"Oh, um, I brought the cookies, but I don't think now's the right time; it sounds like they're having an important conversation or something." I say.

Since the other princes were talking about Sieg, I'm beginning to become a bit self-conscious.

"An important conversation?" Sieg asks me. "It's just their usual, inane chatter. Give me the tray."

He takes the tray from my hands and then he knocks on the door. We come into the room and we present the other princes with the cookies.

"Here they are." Sieg says, as he puts down the tray.

"Finally! We've been looking forward to it." Oliver says, eagerly.

Prince Sieg starts explaining the flavors of the cookies to Prince Oliver and the others.

I, on the other hand, am not really paying attention. I keep it quiet, but I can't stop thinking about what Oliver and the others said earlier. Sieg? Falling in love? That's impossible to imagine. I can't imagine him falling in love with any girl, much less me. But after hearing about him falling in love at first sight, I can't help but think of whether or not it could happen to him.

"Hey, Carly, you listening?" Sieg asks me, snapping me out of my daze.

"Eh?" I ask, as I shake my head.

"I asked what kind of nuts are in this one." Sieg says to me.

"Oh, yes, those are macadamias…" I say, but then I feel Prince Hayden's gaze is on me.

"Something wrong?" Prince Hayden asks me.

"Oh, nothing, nothing's wrong…" I begin, but even as I say it and try to deny it, I can't make eye contact with either Prince Sieg or Prince Hayden.

It's been a few days, and I have a day off right now. So, right now, I'm just lounging around and looking through books to try and figure out what I can teach Sieg next. We've covered cakes and cookies so far, so I'm looking for something a little more complex, like croissants and puff pastry.

"Maybe it was love at first sight?"

I suddenly remember what Prince Oliver had said. Now that I remember it, Prince Sieg did have me as a candidate bride at a marriage interview. However, his poor treatment of me made me forget almost immediately. And Sieg never really replied on the issue, either.

"Come on! I bet that it wasn't even a marriage interview to begin with!" I say, before going back to looking through the pictures.

However, as soon as I go back to lounging around, my cell phone starts ringing.

I pick up the phone and ask, "Hello?"

"Miss Carly, it's Hans," I hear Hans over the phone. "I'm calling with a message from Sieg."

Speak of the devil… I guess?

"From Sieg?" I inquire.

"There's something he wants to give you. He'd like you to come to the castle." Hans said.

That gets me a little curious. What could Sieg want to give me? It's unusual, especially because I can be so sassy towards him.

I don't give it much more thought; knowing how impatient that guy can be, I decide to make a run for it to the castle. I try to be as discreet as possible to make sure I don't cause a scandal. Sieg hates it enough as it is that most people only see him for his title, so for him to get to into a scandal due to me being careless would make him lose his temper like a volcano that ate at least three whole Habanero chili peppers.


And that's that. However, next time, things are going to go from sweet to sour. It's all about madeleines in the next episode, but why is it causing tension between the two of us.