CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Thursday, December 29
"MILEY RAY STEWART!" I jumped out of my happy sleep at the loud voice and frowned, looking around groggilly for the source of having to leave me happy-Shane dream early.
"Daddy!" I squeaked when my vission cleared from sleep enough and I became aware of my surroundings.
"Mister Stewart!" Shane breathed hollowly next to me. I looked over at him with wide eyes and he was pale and staring at my Dad.
"Miley Ray Stewart, what in Sam Heck do you think you're doin'?" Dad demanded angrilly, but I couldn't do anything but stare at him. "And you, boy." Dad rounded on Shane when I didn't say anything. "Who do you think you are? Taking advantage of my little girl? What kind of sick predator are you, get away from her."
"No, Daddy." I denied, grabbing onto Shane. "He didn't take advantage of me." I insisted, I couldn't let my Dad scare Shane off. Not after how amazing last night was and how he made me feel. "No-nothing happened, we just fell asleep is all." I lied and Dad glared.
"Get out of her bed, Boy." Dad ordered Shane. Shane looked from my Dad to me and back again a couple of times before he dropped his head, kissed my temple and got out of my bed.
"Please don't go?" I whispered beggingly, crawling after him as he left. "Please, Shane?"
"I'll-" Shane looked at my Dad who was glaring angrilly and sighed. "I love you." He whispered and kissed my forehead before he grabbed his shoes, jacket and gun and left. He actually had a gun, I looked at it and wondered if that was the one that was fired on my birthday.
"I'll deal with you later." Dad threatened as Shane past him and I frowned.
"Dad, don't threaten him." I demanded and Dad turned to me. "He didn't do anything wrong, we were just sleeping." That part was true, nothing with Shane ever felt wrong, and we were sleeping.
"That little beast was in your bed, Miley, sleeping was the last thing on his mind, you have to watch out for people like that, Bud." Dad insisted and I glared at him. "I'm not here to protect you anymore, Mile, and people like that just want to hurt you."
"You don't know Shane." I denied venomously. "I love Shane, I'm in love with Shane, and he's the one who's been protecting me."
"And what? The boy loves you too? He's using you, Mile, to get what he wants." Dad growled.
"Then what does he want? Huh? He's only ever wanted for me to be happy, no matter how much it hurt him." I snapped, getting out of bed and walking away. "I'm not going to stop loving him, Dad, I won't; no matter what you or Jackson or the stupid King says or does to keep us apart I won't stop loving Shane." I stormed out and I was going to find Shane when an arm caught me around the waist and I squealed as I was pulled out of the hall.
"Princess." Shane's voice spoke and I let out a breath of relief and relaxed into him. "Are you okay, Princess?" He asked gently, stroking my cheek in the darkness of the broom closet. There certainly was a lot of broom closets in this palace..
"I won't ever stop loving you, Shane, never ever." I insisted and he let out a short laugh.
"Did he hurt you?" He questioned and I frowned and shook my head.
"No." I assured, hugging him around the middle, I could feel his muscles through his shirts and his gun on his side. I don't know why, but knowing he had a gun was kind of hot. "He gets real mad sometimes, but he'd never hurt us."
"Good." Shane sighed and I felt the tension leave his body as he held me. We were silent for a few minutes, hugging in the dark broom closet and Shane started humming a little.
"Why don't you ever call me Miley?" I wondered and Shane pulled back a little to look at me. "You always call me Princess, never Miley."
"Because you are my Princess." Shane answered as if that said everything. "You're my sweet, beautiful, amazing, perfect Princess of my heart. Because you're so amazing and perfect and I don't feel good enough to call you your name." He listed and I started out blushing and ended up frowning.
"Not good enough?" I scoffed and he nodded, shrugging a little. "Shane, you're amazing, absolutely amazing, I should be calling you King or something... Except that'd be really weird and kinda gross considering the situation, but that's completely beside the point. You're perfect, Shane, and so much better than me in so many ways." I know I was rambling a little, but Shane didn't stop me, he just sort of half-smirked down at me and waited for me to finish. "I like it when you call me Princess, Shane, because despite the fact that the entire country has to do it, you make me feel special when you say it, but I want you to call me Miley. Because I love you and I don't want the man I love ever not feeling good enough when he's perfect." Okay, now Shane stopped me - finally - and he cupped my cheeks and leaned down and kissed me, effectively stopping me from talking anymore.
"You talk a lot." Shane said when he pulled away and I blushed and started to look down when he caught me and made me look back up, laughing a little. "I never said I didn't like it, Miley." He kissed me again and I giggled against his lips when I realised he actually called me my name. It sounded so amazing coming from his lips, rough, husky, sweet, knee-weakening. "I like calling you my Princess, though, okay, so I'm not gonna stop." I smiled and burried my face in his chest, inhaling his scent.
"Have you decided?" I asked after a few moments of us just hugging.
"Well, I don't exactly think I'm going to be welcome in California anymore." Shane muttered dryly and I looked up at him.
"My Dad is just protective is all." I mumbled and he smiled.
"Trust me, I know the feeling." He assured and kissed my temple. "Don't you worry your pretty little head or heart about it, Babe." He said and I smiled, I liked when he called me babe. Footsteps went past the closet we were and we both looked over with baited breath as the got closer and then let it out as they walked away again. "We should get out of here." Shane decided and I nodded, reluctantly stepping out his arms.
"Way too cliche to be caught in a closet." I muttered, carefully opening the door and looking around the deserted hall before both of us stepped out.
"You should get to breakfast, I have to go do a couple of things." Shane advised before he kissed my forehead quickly and left down the hall. I sighed as I watched him go. That's when the cold air hit me and I realised I was only wearing panties and my pajama top and it was the middle of a freezing cold winter. I hurried back to my quarters and ran up to my room. Thankfully Dad wasn't still there and quickly found some fresh clothes before I went to my bathroom for a shower.
Princess Miley
"Goodmorning, Miley." The King greeted when I walked into the dining room.
"Sir." I acknowledged, taking my seat. Dad and Jackson were both already here and Dad looked majorly peeved. "Goodmorning, Jackson." I said, blatantly ignoring Dad.
"'Sup, Sis?" Jackson nodded between mouthfulls.
"Ew." I whispered to myself before starting on my eggs.
"Oh, Miley, when is Lord Hawthorne coming next?" The King spoke up and I shot my head up to look at him. "Don't you think he should meet your family?"
"Marcus broke up with me." I told him, I knew I should feel sad, he was the man I was going to marry, now I had not only lost my boyfriend/fiance, but I was going to have to marry a complete stranger who was most likely a jerk.
"Why would he do that? Surely a couples quarrel is not a breakup, Miley." The King said and I rolled my eyes.
"Maybe." I shrugged, "but, I'm pretty sure when he told me I could find someone else to marry after he caught me kissing Shane that he meant it as a breakup."
"That little Gray that was taking advantage of you?" Dad growled, angry all of a sudden and I rolled my eyes.
"He wasn't taking advantage of me, Dad, we were sleeping. He was asleep and I was asleep and we both just so happened to be asleep in the same place. That's all." I forced myself to say. "If you love me then you'll trust my judgement."
"It's not you I don't trust, Miley, it's that boy who thinks that just because he's in a position of power that he can abuse and mess with your feelin's." Dad insisted and I let out a frustrated groan.
"Well, trust me when I tell you that Shane would never do that, and that he isn't taking advantage of me in any way or abusing his power." Well, actually he had messed with my feelings, but hopefully that was over now, he was back, he was spending time with me, hopefully he was going to stay. Especially after last night. If what Shane made me feel last night was what he felt when he orgasmed then I deffinately didn't see why he was so upset when it happened, it was amazing it, it was the best thing I ever felt in my whole life.
"Mile, he's an older boy-" Dad started to say in a placating tone and I stood up.
"Age doesn't matter, Dad, I'm gonna be married next year and Queen. That matters. The fact that I love Shane, that matters. The fact that I'm not allowed to be with Shane because he doesn't have the propper breeding, that matters. But, age is just a number when it comes to love. That's what you always told us anyway." I muttered the last part lowly before I left.
"You know, she's right, Dad." I heard Jackson say as I was leaving, at least there was one person in my family who was on my side.
"Well, aren't you just making friends everywhere." I mused when I was back in my quarters, in my room, in my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. "Lost the best possible husband, alienating my Dad and grandfather." I sighed and sat on the side of the tub. "At least I still have Shane." I whispered to myself, not able to add the last part, the 'for now'. Because it was true, what if Shane decided to leave again? So I could 'fall for someone else'? I couldn't do that, I couldn't love anyone else, not when I already loved Shane. And besides, he was right, the most we could ever have together was in broom closets and when no-one was looking; I was going to married and Queen, and he was going to be my security. Why couldn't the King just, like, knight him or something? Or change the constitution? Why couldn't I change the constitution?... Wait! Why couldn't I change the constitution?
According to my History of Cyrus, Government 101, and How to run a Country tutoring any member of the Royal family within 10 places of the Throne could petition to Parliment to have the constitution changed, and it would take at least a 51% vote to pass the change. Let's see... 237 members of Parliment, I'd need to convince a 118 people that I didn't know, who didn't know me, who didn't trust me as Crown Princess after only knowing me for three months that I had the right to marry for love and not for breeding. 118 strangers... Marcus and his brother were both in Parliment... Maybe I should start with someone else?
Sorry for the wait :) I don't know when the next update will be since I'm also doing another sex-one-shot series for Miley/Joe, and I'm going out of town on Wednesday for my Dad's birthday 'cause he and my brother are working out of town, and apparently where they are has really bad internet coverage. But, I promise I will have at least one (hopefully 2) update by the end of the week :D
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