A/N: Here's chapter 3. I hope you enjoy. Big thanks to everyone who reviewed.

I do not own The Princess and the Frog.

The Glory of Love

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As the wagon carrying the three young royals rattled down the rough country roads of Maldonia, Tiana felt herself getting sick again. Each jerk of the wagon made her stomach lurch, and caused bile to force its way up her throat. She groaned and leaned her head on Naveen's shoulder.

"Is Tiana all right?" Avram asked his brother. Naveen looked at his wife, concern on his face.

"You are sick again?" he asked. She nodded, and groaned again.

"It's kind of a bumpy ride," she said with a shrug. Naveen smiled, picked up his jacket sitting beside him, and lay it in his lap.

"Lie down and close your eyes. We will be there soon," he ordered gently. Not in the mood to argue, she complied, being careful not to kick Avram. She took a couple of deep breaths, and her stomach settled down a little bit. She tried to relax, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her skin. The air here smelled so sweet and fresh, so unlike the salty, smokey, and spicy air of her beloved New Orleans. It was pleasant enough, but it did make her a little homesick.

Another wave of nausea came; "Naveen, I don't think I can hold it much longer."

"Well lean over the side if you must, just mind the pants and the jacket. We are almost there," he said, absentmindedly toying with her ponytail. She rolled her eyes beneath their lids, and fought her illness down again. She tried to ignore the motion, and soon felt herself drifting off to sleep.

"Tiana, open your eyes, you should see this!" Naveen said suddenly and excitedly. She felt herself being shaken and prodded. With a grumble, she sat up, and looked around. The road was surrounded by trees, gnarled and twisted looking. She glared at her overly enthusiastic husband.

"I've seen trees before, Naveen," she snapped.

"Not like this, I assure you. These are olive trees."

"Olives?" she asked, somewhat intrigued.

"Olives are Maldonia's chief export. We are famous for them."

"I've never heard of Maldonian olives..."

"That does not surprise me, they do tend to run fairly expensive. It would be unlikely that youwould have ever been able to afford them." He chuckled until he caught a look at his wife's stony expression, which sobered him up immediately. She rolled her eyes again, and continued to observe the scenery. It wasbeautiful, she had to admit. Lush and green, the leaves blowing in the light wind that had picked up. She could see a few people in the grove, who seemed to be inspecting the trees. Maldonia's biggest industry, eh? Wait... just a moment... a thought had occured to her.

"I thought wine was Maldonia's largest industry? Your parents sent us a bunch for the resteraunt..."

"No, our wine is our second largest industry. Wine country is up north, we'll take a trip up there sometime," he said, picking up his jacket and throwing it over his shoulder again. "You had better get your suitcase, we'll be arriving in a few minutes. There it is now!"

Tiana looked to where he was pointing, and her jaw dropped. They were approaching the prettiest town she had ever seen. Two and three story houses, all made from the same white stone, with the same red roofs. As they got closer, she could see a large fountain in the center of it all. The square was lined with vendor stands, people going from one to the other as, she suspected, they always had. They finally came to a stop right in the center the crowd.

Naveen slid out of the wagon, then lifted Avram down. Tiana could see the crowd descending upon them as he took her hand to steady her as she jumped to the ground. Just like in Iola, they were suddenly engulfed with enthusiastic Maldonians, hugging them and chattering away in their strange tongue. Tiana's nausea, which had been forgotten at the scenery, was back now. She desperately fought her way through the crowd, and ran towards the groves. She entered the groves, and ran until she found a hollow tree. She then dropped to her knees and vomited.

It was the strangest and worst kind of relief, she thought, as she emptied the contents of her stomach. When she was finished, she stood up, wiped her mouth and eyes. She turned around, and her mouth dropped open with a pop.

Three young men, roughly her own age, stood there. They wore expressions of both disgust and concern as they gaped at her. She smiled sheepishly as she edged away from them. "Excuse me, sorry..." she muttered, hoping they understood English. She ran away, horribly embarrassed. She went back to where she left Naveen and Avram. The crowd had dissipated, but Naveen was chatting with a pretty girl with short curly hair. With a scowl, she stormed over to them.

Naveen laughed at something the girl had said as she approached. He saw her coming out of the corner of his eye, and smiled.

"Ah, there you are, my princess," he said, holding his arm out to her. She leaned into it, and he pulled her close. "Tiana, this is Apia."

The girl turned her sultry hazel eyes to Tiana, and with a brilliant smile, dipped into a curtsy.

"Vie, Prutta," she said. She rose up, and pulled her into a tight, friendly hug. Tiana was taken aback, but managed to compose herself enough to pat her awkwardly on the back.

Apia released her, and looked at her and Naveen for a moment. She smiled again, then leaned into Naveen and whispered something in his ear. He laughed again, and Tiana seethed.

"Abinaza!" Apia said, walking toward a fruit vendor. Tiana waved as she departed, happy to see her go. She did not like this brash woman, who would hug a strange woman while flirting with her husband. Not even Lotte would ever be THAT bold.

"So, what were you two talking about?" she asked as casually as she could. Naveen looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh nothing, just catching up."

"Oh, so you know her..." Tiana said, her eyes narrowing. A former flame, perhaps?

"Anza, she used to, how do you say, go with a friend of mine. I told her about you, and she told me about her husband and son." Tiana looked at the vendor stand in time to see Apia with a small boy in her arms, kissing the vendor. Tiana you jealous fool, she silently chided herself.

"Come, Enio has invited us to have lunch with his family," Naveen said, leading her down the street. Tiana quickly grabbed onto Avram, who had been kicking at the pebbles on the street in boredom.

"So what did you tell her about me?" Tiana asked.

"Who, Apia? Nothing really, just where you were from, a somewhat abridged version of how we met, about the restaurant..."

"He called you a mahacia..." Avram cut in.

"A what now?" Tiana asked with a smile.

"A fussy person!" Avram said, grinning mischievously.

"Traitor!" Naveen growled at his brother. The boy giggled.

"So what did she whisper to you after she, um, hugged me?" Tiana interrupted.

He laughed, his eyes twinkling. "She said we make a sweet couple." Tiana just blushed.

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A/N: A new chapter. I had originally planned to make it longer, but this is what you get for today. Next one will have to be even longer to make up for it.

I'm not terribly thrilled with this chapter, I don't think it turned out right at all. So please review and let me know what you thought, whether you liked it or not, and if I could do anything better.