After last time's more "action" story, this one is definitely going to be another funny one. I'm glad it's the princes, though, because they're a lot easier to make funny. C:

This particular story is resting a little close to T. It doesn't, um, "reference" too much, but it has Naveen being…well, Naveen. (;

Naveen marched into the ballroom, grumbling to himself.

"My fault. Of course. It is always my fault…" He mumbled, along with other normal post-argument complaints. His head was slumped over, glowering.

"What is wrong, my good fellow?" The Prince asked. The older princes were still wary of the strange new multiple-woman man, but politeness was a way of life.

"I had a fight with my wife. The usual." Naveen sat at one of the tables set out for the meeting, as they were playing cards today. No gambling, of course, which rather disappointed him. He was sure he could win the velvet pants off the others.

He didn't realize that he had just sat himself with the older princes, whom he'd been very successful at avoiding for the last few meetings. Naveen took his hand of cards, frowning at it despite the fact it was fairly good.

"You fight with your wife?" Eric asked, "How—"

"Unusual? Barbaric? Shocking?" Naveen snapped, glaring at his deck. "Whatever other adjectives you could use to describe the fact that we are not happy little balls of innocence?"

Eric gave a weak smile. "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Sure you are."

"It's only," The Prince said, a sympathetic look on his face, "that it's quite unfortunate that you compromise your romance for arguments. Aren't they unenjoyable?"

"Nah, they are just a blast!" Naveen replied sarcastically, giving a fake smile.

"They are?" The Prince asked, his face scrunching up in confusion.

Naveen stared at him for a long time. "What are you?" He said.

"Anyway," Charming said, "Cinderella and I never fight."

"Snow White and I don't, either."

Maybe that is because you are both so astoundingly devoid of personality you cannot feel human emotions. Naveen thought. He knew he was being rather rude, but his bad mood drifted on.

"But my fellow prince, I don't understand." Phillip said, putting out a card. "Isn't your wife the center of your world?"

"Yes…" Naveen said warily, immediately beating the card with one of his own, almost out of spite. "One thing I have to ask, though."

"Yes, my good sir?"

"How on Earth do you feel comfortable talking about the emotional parts of relationships with the guys? It is just bizarre! We are supposed to be each other's escape from women!" Naveen glared at them, half out of lingering anger about the argument and half out of annoyance. "Is how much you love your wives the only thing you talk about!?"

The other princes looked confused, glancing towards each other before looking back at him. Naveen didn't like the way Phillip was looking at him; his mouth was tucked up into a soft smile, as if he was with a naïve child. The Prince stood up and looked Naveen straight in the eye, holding his chin up.

"For she, my friend, is the most wonderful thing in my life."

"Of course." Naveen moaned. They just didn't get it! He loved Tiana more than anything, but that didn't mean she didn't sometimes make him so angry he wanted to pull his hair out. "We all feel that way. That does not mean that has to be the only thing we talk about!"

"But my friend…" The Prince took a deep breath, opening his mouth.

"Oh no…" Naveen cried, "You are not going to—"

"I am a servant to the ooooone IIIIII loooove!"

Phillip stood with him, followed closely by Charming and Eric. All three belted out, their tenor voices echoing through the room.

"Gone for good and never to return!"

"Men, is this really the time..."

"Dreams come and go, but love never leaves

Eternity and forever more!"

"This song does not even rhyme." Naveen shouted, throwing out his hands, "At least wait until you have better inspiration!"

"Ooooohh my dear loooove!"

"Would you please…"

"When I looooked intooo yooour eyyyes…" The princes grabbed Naveen by the arm, pulling him up am dancing around the room.

"Gah!" He shouted, trying to keep his balance. He was an experienced dancer, but not at all prepared to be ambushed with it. He caught his footing, looking towards the other princes for help. Aladdin's head was covered by his arms as he lay over on the table in laughter, Shang and John just shaking theirs. Prince Adam watched the ordeal in amusement. Naveen shot them a death glare, clenching his teeth.

"Why thank you, men!" Naveen yelled at them from across the room, still held onto by the singing princes, "Nice to know my friends will so readily help me in my time of need!"

"But sir," Charming said, finally stopping the singing, "We are simply trying to teach you how to properly express your love for Tiana in the most romantic way possible."

"By singing a sappy, horribly written song until she begs me to stop!?" Naveen cried.

The prince's faces fell immediately, his gut following when he saw them.

"Horribly written?" Charming asked softly.

Oh God. "Well, not horribly written, that was an exaggeration…"

"I'm sorry sir," The Prince whispered, "Our songs are usually much better."

"O-oh I am sure they are!"

The princes gave a downhearted nod, sitting down to continue the game. Naveen was still standing awkwardly, a nervous smile on his face.

"Gah!" He shouted suddenly, causing them all to jump, "Stop looking so sad! You are making me guilty! You are right, it is no business of mine how you romance your princesses, we all have our different ways. J-just, stop!"

"We're sorry we tried to force our methods on you." Eric said, "Though I can't see how else you could express your love to your wife other than to serenade her."

"I am sure if I told you your pure little minds would break into a million pieces." Naveen replied, grinning as he heard his fellow new princes all burst out into shocked laughter.

The card games continued as normal, Naveen surprisingly having a rather good time with all of the princes. He still very much preferred the new ones, but he didn't mind the older ones too much, either. As they all left, however, Phillip grabbed his arm.

"Prince Naveen," he said, "may I have a moment?"

"Yes…" Naveen said, slowly turning to face him.

"This may sound odd," Phillip said, "But…"

"What?" Naveen asked tensely, taking a step back.

"I'm actually a bit jealous of the fact you can fight with your wife."

"What?"

"Its only…" Phillip smiled, "It was lesser so back then, but these days I hear more people saying how your partner is the only person who can get you to your happiest, saddest, and…angriest. I dare say that those of us who don't get angry at our wives feel almost as if we are missing out on that part."

"I have never thought of it like that." It was true…he had fallen in love with Tiana because she was the only woman that could make him feel as frustrated as she did, as challenged by her unwillingness to bow at his feet like most women.

"Still, I'm not sure how you and your wife can avoid having a completely romanceless relationship without singing." Phillip said as they walked out of the castle. Naveen turned ahead, his jaw dropping when he saw Tiana standing at the bottom of the steps.

"Naveen," she sighed, "I'm sorry. You're right, it's my fault. Can we go home in peace, please, baby?" she smiled softly.

Naveen looked at Phillip with a sly smile. "Watch how I do it."

"What?" Phillip asked, Naveen already beside his wife. Gently, he bent down to whisper something in her ear, something that was making her giggle.

"Naveen…" She said, as he continued his strange whispering, slowly rubbing small circles on her arched back. She grinned, fitting herself into his arm he led her to the car. Naveen turned his head to tip his hat at a very confused Prince Phillip, chuckling to himself all the way.