Quick note: Hello, everyone! This is my first Miraculous fanfiction; I got into the show for quite some time now. I mean, I've heard of it, but after watching it, I've become totally obsessed with it, hell I watch it almost every day; Totes weird, I know.

As I said, this is my first Miraculous fanfiction, so try and go easy on me, okay? I'm still trying to decide which Season I want this story to set in, but I'm thinking 2-3.

It was almost the end of a typical but short school day for Adrien Agreste at Collège Françoise Dupont. Unlike most kids his age, he actually loved attending school since he had been homeschooled all his life and shielded away from the world by his distant and overprotective father, Gabriel Agreste, the world-famous fashion designer.

Ms. Bustier closed her lecture book when she turned her head up to see the clock on the wall. "And that's it for today, class," she completed the sentence with a smile as she sat back in her chair. "You can talk amongst yourselves."

"So, wanna hang out this weekend?" asked Nino, his best friend. Adrien would be busy with photoshoots, fencing, Chinese, and piano lessons. It's a miracle he'd get some free time to himself or hang out with his friends—again, his father. There was another reason, and it's an über secret for Adrien himself.

He was Cat Noir, and his partner/longtime crush, Ladybug, were Paris' superheroes, protecting the city against Hawk Moth and his akumatized prey.

Grabbing his satchel against his seat nearby, Adrien's phone buzzed, and he picked it up. "Ah…" he sighed when he stared at the message. "My bodyguard's on the way. I wish I could, Nino, but I can't," Adrien's face saddened a bit. "I'm leaving Paris this weekend and visiting Nikenobia with my father for a royal wedding."

Adrien turned his head when he heard a thump; it was Marinette Dupain-Cheng who dropped her books on the steps.

"Oops, typical me," Marinette grimaced and squatted to pick up her books; a blush appeared. "Such a klutz."

Adrien bent down and helped her up, making her blush a little, which went a bit unnoticed by him. "Where are you heading this weekend again?" she asked.

Adrien repeated and enunciated, "Ni-ken-o-bia."

"Nike-n-what-ia?" Marinette made a confused face.

"Nikenobia…"

Before Adrien could say another word, fellow good friend Max's robot and best friend, Markov, explained. "Nikenobia is a large developing African country within the crossroads of the northern and western parts of the continent. The country is ruled by King Umar of the royal Kyautauna family. It has a population of 20,587,094 people and 410,173 square miles."

"Whoa, dude!" Nino's eyes dilated. "That's like so sick!"

"Cool," Julekamuttered.

"Sweet!" Alix replied.

"Nice!" Mylène responded.

Alya beamed. "It must be exciting to attend a royal wedding."

"It's not my first time being at one, but I am excited," Adrien blushed. And anything to get out of the house. "My father's been designing the King's goddaughter's wedding gown for months since she's a big fan of his work, so I get to tag along. Plus, I get to meet the King's family and stay at their palace…"

Markov knew the answer to that. "One of the royal residences of the country's reigning ruler is Kyautauna Palace. King Umar's wife is Queen Consort Amina. They have three children: their oldest child, their daughter Princess Lalla Aisha, and two sons, Crown Prince Moulay Ekon and Prince Moulay Jabari."

While Alya began researching them on her phone—she is the aspiring journalist, the bubbly Rose Lavillant squealed. "Aw, you get to meet a princess…" she gasped. "If you see Prince Ali, can you say 'hi' to him for me? Pretty please?"

"Of course, Rose."

Chloé Bourgeois, Adrien's childhood companion, injected herself into the conversation, and her voice turned to faux sorrow. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Adrien-kins."

Alya stared at her screen with intrigue. "Oh!" She showed everyone a picture of the royal family: from left to right, a young girl around their age, the oldest son, the King, the younger son, and the Queen. "Check them out."

Almost the entire class gawked at the sight of the royal family.

"Wow, she's pretty," Marinette almost sounded a bit jealous and insecure. Adrien getting to meet an actual princess. It was no surprise to anyone other than Adrien that she was totally in love with him. "And you're gonna be with her this whole weekend?" Marinette asked with more uneasiness.

"Yup," Adrien answered before the bell rang.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" Chloé scoffed and waved her hand. "Just because she's a princess doesn't mean she's not that pretty."

"Enjoy your holiday weekend," Ms. Bustier waved, bidding her class adieu. "See you all on Monday."

Most of the class went out the door just as Adrien got another text message. "Oh, I have to head home and get ready to leave."

Nino patted his shoulders and tapped his baseball cap. "Later, my dude."

Adrien smiled sadly just as Chloé threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek, making him uncomfortable. "Don't forget about me while you're in Mikeiandia."

"Nikenobia." Adrien corrected her.

"Same thing," Chloé snapped her fingers, and her mousy sidekick of a friend Sabrina Raincomprix followed her out, leaving only him, Alya, and Marinette just when Ms. Bustier left the classroom.

"Hope you have a good time," Alya smirked at him just as she left, leaving now him and Marinette, who still clung to her books close to her chest.

"I-I-I-I'm gonna kis…" Marinette stuttered and backtracked. "Miss you…" she sheepishly smiled.

Adrien placed his hand on her shoulder, making her a little weak in the knees. "If I'm not too busy, I could always call and check up on how things back home; I'll only be a time zone behind."

Marinette could only nod just as Adrien got a text message saying his bodyguard, the Gorilla, was waiting for him outside school.

"See you on Monday," he left, leaving her alone in the classroom.

"I love you," she said to herself. It was still so hard for Marinette to tell Adrien of her feelings for him. If only she could. If only.

Adrien looked at the blue-wheeled trunk on his king-sized bed before closing it shut. He made sure he had everything he'd need for this weekend. If anything, his father's personal assistant and fellow bodyguard, Nathalie Sancoeur, would make sure and have that taken care of.

And he already let Ladybug know he'll be out of town for the weekend.

"Oh, I can't wait to get to Nikenobia!" Plagg, his carefree and lazy but can-be-serious-when-he-can-be and loyal Kwami, squealed excitedly, spinning himself around. "Even I need a quick vacation from all these akumas."

Adrien smirked. "You've heard of it?'

"Well, of course," said Plagg, showing his Miraculous owner an article about African cheeses. "They have some of the most beautiful and tastiest cheeses made from buffalo milk, camel milk, cattle milk, cow milk, donkey milk…" Plagg playfully fainted and sighed. "Have you ever had cheese made from donkey milk? It's not Camembert, but it's absolutely delicious."

Adrien grinned. Plagg was so obsessed with cheese he'd do anything for it; he could even smell it in his sleep. Someone knocked on his bedroom door three times.

"Adrien?" a voice behind the door called for him before opening; Plagg hid inside Adrien's unbuttoned white shirt. It was Nathalie. "Adrien, are you ready?"

"Yes, Nathalie," Adrien grabbed his luggage and wheeled it out of his room.

Off to Nikenobia, he said in his head.

A/N: Again, let me know what you think of the story...