CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tuesday, October 11
When I woke up I was a little cold and felt emptier than I had when I fell asleep. Shane wasn't holding me anymore. He was up and pacing around his room and I could hear him muttering to himself, but I didn't know what he was saying. I couldn't help the yawn that was building, which allerted Shane that I was awake and he immediately stopped talking and was in front of me. Shane waited for me to stretch and rub my eyes and wake up a little more.
"You shouldn't have come here." He repeated what he said last night. Except this time his voice was hard and his eyes were dark and distant.
"I-I-" I started to say.
"I told you before, Princess, you can't be around me." He growled lowly.
"Why not?" I demanded, it felt like I always asked that, but he never answered. "Tell me, Shane, tell me why I shouldn't be here, why I should stay away." I stood up and glared at him and he actually seemed shocked for a second.
"You just have to, you wouldn't understand it." Shane glared right back and I resisted the urge to flinch.
"Make me." He really drives me insane, he's nice and sweet and kissing me, then he's angry and telling me I shouldn't be around him. "Give me a reason, tell me you don't want me around, tell me you're some sort of psychopath. Something, anything, Shane, just tell me why." I begged desperately.
"I-" Shane faultered. "I don't want you here." He denied and I narrowed my eyes before I deflated under his glare.
"But... You kissed me." I whispered and he faultered again, his eyes softening.
"Just-" Shane was frustrated again and I felt hopefull, he hadn't confirmed that he didn't want me here. That he didn't want me. "Just, trust me, Princess, you need to stay away. It doesn't matter if I want you around or not. It doesn't matter what either of us want. You. And me. Can. Not. Mix." He said slowly, as if I was a small child. "You need to stay away from me, and I swear I will never kiss you ever again." I did wince this time, and I felt my heart clench painfully. "Besides, you're dating Hawthorne now, you shouldn't kiss me anyway. It's cheating." He spat and I winced again. He was right, not only was I dreaming about another boy when I was dating Marcus, but I'd kissed him last night. Several times. I was a cheater.
"I have to go." I muttered, hurrying towards the door. Before I could open it Shane pressed me back against it and his eyes were the alluring dark hazel again that I couldn't look away from.
"Please, Princess, please don't come back." His voice was a broken whisper before he pressed a soft kiss to my lips and then his back was turned, waiting for me to leave. I left slowly and went back to my room, ignoring the guards. I know that they had come into Shane's room during the night because they'd woken me up at least three times, and they knew nothing too bad could have happened otherwise they would have gotten me out of there wheather I wanted it or not. It was still only early: 5:43 according to the clock on my bedside. I sighed. I'd just let myself cheat on Marcus again. I grabbed one of my clean uniforms and went into my bathroom for a shower. A long, hot shower to wash away the frustration and guilt.
I laughed hollowly under the scalding hot spray of the shower when I realised it. Not ten minutes ago Shane swore he would never kiss me again. And not nine minutes ago he kissed me. He's just a contradiction to himself. I stayed in the shower until my skin was so red I actually started to wonder if I could get burnt from the shower. It didn't wash away the frustration or the guilt. I had cheated on Marcus with a boy who drove me completely insane, and I'm not even sure if it's in the good the way or not.
Princess Miley
Friday, October 14
"You need to get married." Alyssa told me when I got back to the palace on Friday. The other assistant apparently hadn't worked out and they hadn't found another one yet. "You need to find a suitable husband and be married by-"
"That is all, thank-you, Alyssa." King Altiyan came down the stairs and Alyssa shot him a look, but sighed and left quietly. "Miley, how was school?" The King asked after praising me for a second.
"School." I shrugged, Shane had been true to his word after Tuesday morning and hadn't even so much as looked at me, let alone kissed me. I couldn't explain why it hurt so much. "Boring." I ellaborated and the King laughed.
"Now, Miley, I have asked someone to come meet you who might know a little more about how you are currently feeling." The King said and I scoffed.
"No offence, Sir, but no-one really knows that. I'm not sure I even know that." I denied.
"She is a very nice young woman, a dear friends granddaughter, and it would greatly ease my mind if you talked to her." The King pressed and I sighed.
"Okay." I agreed and he smiled. "But, it's not a shrink is it?" I had to make sure.
"No. No, Mia is not a shrink."
"Cool." I shrugged again, why not? I had nothing better to do. Marcus was - hopefully - going to come over again tomorrow, but I wasn't so sure, and I was dead nervous about it. "When is it?"
"Momentarily." King Altiyan offered me his arm to lead me somewhere and I shrugged and followed. The King led me through to a sitting room I'd never seen before that had a woman that looked vaguely familiar in it. "Miley, this is Mia. Mia, this is my lovely granddaughter, Miley."
"Hello, Miley." Mia stood up and smiled warmly at me.
"You're Queen Mia." I blurted out when I realised it, turning red in the process. "Sorry."
"That's fine." Queen Mia waved it off with a laugh. "I'm actually here to talk to you." The King was already retreating and I shot him a wide-eyed look. What was I supposed to talk about with a Queen? Discuss country-running tactics? "Come on, Miley, I don't bite." Queen Mia joked, beckoning me over and I nodded slowly.
"Hi." I finally said when I was sitting on the opposite couch to the Queen. "Uh, listen, no disrespect, your Highness, but what are you doing here?" I questioned and she laughed.
"To start with; I'm a Highness, you're a Highness, we're all Highness' here, so why don't we just say I'm Mia and you're Miley?" She suggested and I nodded again. "Second, your grandfather said you might need someone to talk to, and I can't say it was exactly the same, but I did experience something similar." Oh, right, America's Princess, she found out she was the Crown Princess of Genovia when she was 15. I couldn't help but laugh a little when I realised that she was 23 and had been a Queen for two years, when I'm 23 I'll have been a Queen for eight years.
"You've been Queen for two years, when I'm your age I'll have been Queen for eight years." I voiced my thoughts and Mia let out a low whistle.
"Like I said, not exactly the same." She let out a shakey laugh.
"Right, so talk, where did you want to start? The fact that I'm fourteen, my birthday is in a month and in five I'm going to be Queen of an entire freaking country? Or the fact that I have to get married when I'm fifteen? Or should we start with baby names for the child I have to have when I'm sixteen?" I huffed and crossed mu arms petulantly. "Pluss, I'm pretty sure the only guy out of the bachelor options that I actually like hates me now."
"Why would he hate you?" Mia asked and I rolled my eyes.
"I said another boys name in my sleep and Marcus heard... I then kissed said other boy; multiple times." I admitted guiltily.
"I may not be a love guru, but if you like the other boy, why don't you date him?"
"He may have, sort of, kind of been on trial for terrorism and treason against me." I blushed and her eyes widened. "It's... Complicated... And apparently I don't even know the half of it." I added the last part bitterly.
"The heart want what the heart wants." Mia sighed with a small smile. "Trust me, that's something I know well."
"Yeah, but I don't want to like Shane." I whined, "Marcus is a good guy, Shane is just confusing and can't make up his mind whether he likes me or wants me to disapear and he's an amazing kisser with the sweetest smile and..." I groaned when I realised I was talking about Shane in a good way. "Marcus doesn't deserve this." Mia was silent for a couple of minutes and I sighed, that's another Monarch I'd alienated and pushed away. "So what's it like to be a Queen?"
"Completely insane." Mia smiled, "it's exhausting and demanding, you'll only see your friends and family at stuck-up society events, and every other day there's going to be a degrading, hateful story about you in the papers."
"Yeah, sounds like real fun." I muttered, more like sound like Hollywood. I'd already done Hollywood... I was still doing Hollywood; Dad was still managing Hannah and he'd just told everyone I was on a break because of private family business. I'd have to go back, though, probably soon. Then what would I do? How was I supposed to handle school, running a country, being married and Hannah Montana? It was hard enough when it was just school and Hannah.
"Then there are the lazy days where you have nothing to do except spend it with the people you care about." Mia continued, smiling warmly, she really does have a comforting smile. "And the smile on the kids faces when you can give them something they need, the way you can help hundreds of people in whatever way you want, you can travel anywhere you want and help people... Sure there's the bad stuff, but it just makes the good stuff better."
"I guess that's not so bad." I shrugged, playing with the tassels on a cushion. So far every cushion I'd found in this place had tassels.
"It has it's up and downs." She allowed.
"So what do I do?" I asked softly, looking down. "I'm not Queen material, I can't do any of that. I'm not ready, I'm not ready to be a Queen or be married or have a baby. I'm not even ready for my math test on Wednesday." I huffed and punched the stupid tasseled cushion. "You at least got five years between finding out and becoming Queen; I got seven months."
"You're worried that you won't live up to the expectations everyone has of you?" Mia guees and I nodded slowly. "Then don't!" She said as if it were obvious. "Don't try and live up to their expecations because they'll just keep getting higher and you'll never reach it. Be a Queen the way you want to; if you want to rock out as a Queen instead of sitting inside on a throen then do it. Remember, Miley, no matter how you've been raised and h ow long you've know you're a Princess, you're still you. You are Miley, and you're a Princess, you're going to be Queen, but you're still Miley. Rule the Monarchy the way you want to, not to everyones expectations."
"You know the truth?" I whispered when her words sunk in. She knew I wasn't raised as a Princess, she knew I wasn't raised as Alexandra.
"I was given full disclosure. I even know about a certain blonde Princess of another kind." Mia smirked and I blushed, Hannah. "I'm here to help you, Miley. Like I said before, we're not exactly the same, but there are no other Princess' or Queens who didn't find out who they were until they were teenagers."
"So how do you handle running a country and trying to have a romantic life?" I questioned when we were silent for a couple of minutes and Mia laughed.
"I married the guy who was trying to steal my throne." She said and I felt my mouth drop open. "But, you should follow your heart when it comes to those two boys you like. No-one can tell you how to feel. I almost went throuh with an arranged marriage with a guy I'd known for a month; Andrew is a great guy, but it would have been the biggest mistake of my life."
"Yeah, well, Shane can't decide whether he likes me or hates me, and Marcus is a sweet guy, and I really like him, but then stupid Shane keeps coming back." I grumbled, how could one boy cause so much confussion and heart-ache?
"Why don't you start by talking to Marcus about how you feel, he sounds like a good guy to have around, and if he really likes you he'll still be there when you're done talking." Mia suggested and I nodded.
"You know, you're kinda cool for a Queen." I grinned and Mia laughed.
"I guess you're kinda cool for a Princess then." She smirked and I rolled my eyes. "I'm here for the weekend, why don't we go have dinner with your grandfather then we can talk some more, okay?"
"Okay." I agreed, getting up with a sigh.
Well, I tried to do Mia, but it totally sucks, I'm just not good at writing other people very well; with my mains I can usually warp them however I want to make them fit to the story, but Mia's not a main and I was trying to keep her as close to cannon as possible and it totally failed.
Yes.
Marcus is Liam! and Kale is Chris Hemsworth... Sigh, I remember when Chris was in Home & Away and I had the hugest crush on him, now he's a huge movie star and his brother is dating Miley Cyrus; a lot can change in eight years.
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P.S: As of the next chapter that I upload (Chapter 14) I will be moving this story to the straight Hannah Montana section, okaie dokie? Just thought I'd let all my faithful readers know where to look for it if they can't find it next week.