Author's note: Thank you so much for the reviews. I am so sorry for the really, really late update. Yes I know, I don't have a good excuse, but I was really busy. I haven't found any time to write. Too much has been going on in school, and when I get home, I'm either doing my assignment or too tired to write. So, sorry. I'm not too good with deadlines.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I probably never will.

Princess Perfect

Sara awoke to the sound of the castle's main gates being opened. She opened her eyes to find sunlight streaming in through a small part of her window left uncovered. Sara quickly stood up and opened the drapes, curious as to what the commotion was all about.

Once she looked out the window, she saw a nicely decorated carriage. She quickly went downstairs to see who the visitor was.

"Good morning," Dorothy said. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

"It was fine. Who's the visitor?"

Dorothy beamed, "It is Princess Jacqueline of the kingdom of Olypius. A very nice lady, we met her a few months ago."

"What is she doing here? Is there some kind of royal gathering?" Sara was curious. She never met this Princess Jacqueline, and she wondered why she was here now, when there wasn't any kind of special event.

"We have no idea. But we're not complaining."

Sara and Dorothy went outside to see Prince Gil helping Princess Jacqueline carry her trunks.

Dorothy grinned, "Oh she must be staying here for a long time!"

Sara raised an eyebrow, "why are you so excited?"

"She's one of the kindest Princesses we ever met. We loved her."

Sara looked at Princess Jacqueline and saw her playfully punching Prince Gil. Once Sara saw her features clearly, she felt a sense of jealousy, and longing to be the one beside Prince Gil.

Princess Jacqueline was beautiful. She had shiny black curly hair that was so long, it reached her hips. She had kind amber eyes, perky nose, and luscious full red lips. Her body was lithe and curvy, not unlike Sara's body which was tall and lanky in Sara's opinion. Princess Jacqueline was wearing a casual sleeveless sky blue floral dress, her feet encased in sky blue sandals. It would have been hard to guess that she was a Princess if she wasn't travelling with a carriage that obviously belonged to a royal family.

Dorothy walked ahead of Sara and stopped when she finally reached Princess Jacqueline. Sara was surprised to see Dorothy hug Princess Jacqueline because normally, servants were supposed to bow to royalty.

When Sara finally reached them, she put on a polite smile and curtsied, "good morning Princess Jacqueline."

Princess Jacqueline laughed, "Oh please, none of that! I hate being treated like I'm not normal."

Sara stood up and smiled, "I'm Sara, personal maid of Prince Gil."

Jacqueline hugged her and smiled, "I'm Princess Jacqueline of the kingdom of Olypius. I'm a friend of Gil's."

Prince Gil smiled and took Jacqueline hand, "So, let me show you to your room, Jacque. I'm sure you'll like it. I know you make such a fuss about color and designs so I specifically decorated your room."

Jacqueline laughed, "You make me look bad. Honestly Gil, I'm not that bad of a person, I just don't like it when people don't follow the latest fashion trend."

Together, they walked towards the castle.

Sara looked to Dorothy, "Were they lovers?"

Dorothy smiled, "They were. She was the one we all rooted for because she was the kindest of al the princesses Prince Gil picked. You should have seen the other candidates. They were all brats who wanted nothing but money and power. Actually, all was going well but then they broke it off."

"Why?"

Dorothy shrugged, "No one really knows. They were supposed to get married, because Prince Gil finally proposed, and then on the night of the formal gathering of their families, they broke it off. It's amazing really, that after their break up—which was mutually agreed, by the way—they managed to stay friends. I hope they get back together again, I mean, Prince Gil looked like a mess on the day you announced you were getting married to Prince Vincent, and since you turned out to be Princess Isabelle, Prince Gil has nothing and no one to wait for. I hope they finally get together again. Prince Gil deserves to be happy."

Sara looked to the sky, and even though it hurt, he should move on.

Sara finally replied, "Yes, he does deserve to be happy."

"So, Gil, you do know that if this plan of yours doesn't work, she'll still get married to Prince Vincent, right?"

Prince Gil nodded.

"And you do know that even if we succeed in making Sara jealous, she might still get married to Prince Vincent, right?"

Again, Prince Gil nodded.

"So what on Earth are you doing, going with this plan that might not give you what you want? Why don't you move on to other plans like I don't know, proving that Prince Vincent kidnapped Sara and made her agree to get married to him if she didn't want to get you or anyone else killed?"

Prince Gil nodded absently and then looked at Jacqueline, "Wait, what?"

Jacqueline stood up from her position on the bed and walked to Prince Gil, "I thought you were smart, Gil. From the story you told me, it seems pretty obvious that Vincent threatened her or bribed her so that she would agree. But knowing Sara, she doesn't seem the type to be bribed. So I'm thinking it was threat, and I'm thinking he threatened you. I'm thinking the reason why Sara crushed your heart in that old abandoned building was to show Vincent that she agreed to his plans and that he should not harm you. Gil, it's the oldest trick in the book, how can you not see the similarities?"

Prince Gil blinked. How didn't I see that? The whole speech, the whole early marriage planning…It's all part of a clever plan. I knew Vincent would do this.

"You're right."

Princess Jacqueline smiled, "Ah, the light bulb I Gil's head finally turns on. So, what's your plan? Am I still going to make Sara jealous?"

"Yes."

Princess Jacqueline nodded, "And what would you do?"

Prince Gil looked at her seriously, "I'm going to tell my parents."

Jacqueline smiled, "That's my boy!"

"Come in," the Queen said.

The door opened to reveal Prince Vincent.

"Ah, good morning Vincent."

Vincent smiled hesitantly, "Good morning mother, father. I came here today to talk to you about the wedding. We wanted this wedding to be had at a much sooner date, preferably tomorrow, and I wanted to talk to you about the arrangements."

The Queen smiled politely, urging him to go on.

"Well, Sara wanted the motif to be purple and bronze and I wanted to have a string quartet for the wedding, so can you please arrange the wedding for us? Can you also please arrange the reception, and the honeymoon? We really don't have any preference, just that there be a string quartet, the motif should be purple and bronze, and that we be married by a priest."

The Queen nodded, "We'll do our best."

"Thank you very much, mother. You don't know how much this means to me, to be able to find a wife that would please both you and me."

Prince Vincent turned and walked to the door. He was just going to open the door when the doorknob turned to reveal a breathless and sweaty Prince Gil.

"Brother," Vincent said with a curt nod.

Gil nodded, and Vincent went outside the door.

"Mother, father, I have something to tell you," Gil said.

"Go ahead."

"I love Sara. I have loved her before, I love her now, and I will love her until the day comes when we will finally depart from this life. I have loved her when she was Isabelle, and I still love her now as Sara. It pains me to see her get married to a man she obviously doesn't love, especially when that man is my brother. Mother, father, I know that Sara doesn't love Vincent. She was threatened so that she would marry my brother," Gil said. He took a deep breath, trying to remember the speech he had conjured while running to his parent's room.

"It's one thing to get your heart broken. It's another to get your heart broken because of mistakes you made. I have made this mistake. I had my heart broken, for such stupid reasons. I didn't realize what I had until I lost it. I don't want Sara to commit this mistake. I don't want her to marry someone who she doesn't love. She's too good for him, and she doesn't deserve to be put into such a situation. So may I ask that we interfere with the wedding?"

Gil's heart thudded in his chest. He was nervous. He didn't know if his parents fully supported his idea, or if they would even consider it at all.

"Look Gil, we love you. And we also love your brother. We can clearly see that Sara loved you; maybe she still loves you now. But the problem is that we can't interfere with the wedding because there isn't any hard proof that your brother had threatened her. Weddings are sacred, Gil. They aren't to be messed with," the King said.

"If weddings are sacred, then why are you letting Sara commit a mistake by marrying someone she doesn't love? Such foolishness, father! This is a grave mistake you're making. This wedding will put Sara into a life she doesn't want, doesn't deserve!"

"Gil, enough," the Queen stated.

"But mother, please! You can't let her make this mistake!"

"We will think about it, Gil. I have a feeling that you are right; that she is being threatened to marry Vincent. But until we find proof, I don't know what we'll do. But, for now, we'll think about it."

"The wedding's tomorrow!" Gil shouted. His tears were about to pour.

"I know. We'll think about it."

Gil thanked his parents, and walked out the door feeling defeated. His posture slumped, his face wet from tears. He had made a big mistake, and he didn't have time to correct it.

What's worse was that his mistake wasn't only affecting him. It was also affecting the woman he loved.

Making a mistake was hard. Making sacrifices for the better good, harder.

But sacrificing something for the better good, for it to just be a mistake in the end?

That was the worst.