Wow I'm so happy you guys loved the last chapter! I know we want our sexy couple together and live happily ever after but not just yet. Four more chapters after this one I think.

Mistakes are mine. Don't own a thing.

Enjoy!

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Jawara and Abria were packing Rachel's things while she grabbed all her toiletries in her bathroom as the Prince watched in dread. He wanted to say something but he just couldn't bring himself to express his feelings when she was acting so nonchalant. He gave her a few minutes to see if she was going to talk to him but nothing.

"Rach," he called and she was ignoring him as she kept walking back and forth from the bathroom and the luggage. He was pissed now and he grabbed her by her arms and he could see her make up had been cleaned but it was obvious she had cried in the bathroom. Her nose was red and her eyes were blotchy. "Rach talk to me baby."

She took a deep breath as more tears escaped her eyes and moved away from him. "There's nothing to talk about." She realized in the bathroom after she had cried that this was all her fault once again. She got hurt once again because she let all these people in her heart and lost focus of what this marriage really meant.

"Are you kidding me? After all we've been through this past seven months?"

She knew she was hurting him but he didn't even stand up for her when his father talked to her in such a horrid way. "I'm going to America to do something good. It's what I've always wanted. Well one of the things… anyway," she said, as she kept making sure everything she needed was put into the luggage.

"What about us?" he asked desperately.

"What about us?" she asked back waiting for a reply but both were interrupted.

"I'm sorry miss but we have to go," Rachel nodded as Abria and Jawara grabbed the luggage and walked out the room with her right behind them.

Abria and Jawara were putting the luggage in the trunk while Rachel waited to the side with tears running down her cheeks. Abria walked up to her first. "I'm going to miss you."

"Me too Abria. Thank you for everything," They hugged.

Rachel looked at her husband who wanted her to stay but didn't know what to do.

She was about to get into the car when she felt her arm being pulled and lips crashed into hers. She kissed him back with all the passion and love she could muster up until they heard Jawara clear his throat.

"I'm sorry Miss but we have to go."

"Rach…"

"Please don't make this harder than it already is," she said her voice breaking from holding back her crying.

The Prince didn't want her to go but didn't know how he could make all this better without making things worse with his father. She kissed him one last time and got into the car with Jawara.

When the car arrived to the private airport, she got out of the car her face dried but it was obvious she had been crying and walked towards the private plane. Once she was seated and looked out the window she cried again as she looked at Africa for the last time.

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The Prince paced back and forth beyond pissed. How could this happen? Why didn't he even stop her? What is he so afraid of? He walked out of the Palace and headed for his car. It had been a while since he had driven his baby but he decided on it and went to confront his dad.

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Rachel saw the car stopping at 5th Avenue at a beautiful building. A doorman opened the door for her and she thanked him as she walked into her new home for the next five months.

When she walked into the penthouse she looked around feeling empty and completely sad. Yes the penthouse was every woman's dream in Manhattan but she just felt beyond drained. She quickly dialed a number and waited for the other person to answer. "I'm in New York."

Half an hour later, she heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. When she opened the door, she saw Santana on the other side with a pint of chocolate chip ice cream and movies in another hand. "I brought you all the slasher films you love."

Rachel smiled sadly letting her best friend in.

The ice cream was halfway eaten and the movie halfway done as Rachel cried her eyes out with Santana giving her a Kleenex. "Did you tell him how you feel?"

Rachel shook her head. "Not like I wanted to. I knew I loved him but I realized I'm completely and utterly in love with him when we were saying goodbye."

"Do you think he feels the same way?"

Rachel sniffled. "I think so. I don't know because if he did he would have fought for me to stay."

"You didn't fight either," Santana said softly.

More tears ran down her face and nodded.

"Look I think he is in love with you but he also doesn't want to make things worse with his father. Maybe now that you are gone the Queen and the Prince will try to talk to the King." Santana said. "You know, I don't think the King ever expected for you and his son to fall in love."

Rachel took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter. I am here to work and in five months I'm getting my money paying off my debt and get a divorce."

"Rae…"

"Stop I need you to help me get over him and help me focus on the now," Rachel said stubbornly.

Santana nodded in defeat and they finished watching the movie. She had to talk to Rachel once she was more calmed. She knew this had to do with a part of the past that Rachel hated talking about but Santana didn't care.

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The King was going over a few papers when he saw his son storm into the room. "You should be resting. The next five months are going to be extremely busy before you are crowned King."

"Why did you send her away?" he asked menacingly.

"Because you two are closer than I'm comfortable with and it's not part of the contract. If she had stayed you both would have had sexual relationships and I can't have her conceive a child when the divorce is just a few months away."

"Fuck the contract. I'm going after her."

"You go after her and there won't be a coronation." The King spit back knowing how much the coronation meant to his son. He knew he was playing dirty but he felt like he was doing the right thing.

"Why do you hate her so much? She has done everything you've asked her to do and still you treat her like shit. Do you think the people will see me as a true King even if my marriage is over in a year? Have you thought of that?"

"She is a commoner and not even close to being Queen material."

"Then why the fuck did you pick her for my bride?" the Prince asked frustrated.

"Watch that language son," the King glared. "I don't have to explain why I do what I do. Just know that it's always the right thing. Now I have to admit you two getting closer like you did wasn't part of the plan but that doesn't mean I can't handle it. I'll just shift a few things around and make sure the press stills believe this sham of a marriage."

"You're crazy."

"Perhaps but until you are crowned I am still in charge of this country and of everyone, including you."

"I hate you," the Prince said icily.

"Go home and rest. Tomorrow you start the process of becoming a King as long as you do what I tell you and not what you want to do with your other head guiding your every step."

The Prince glared at his father and walked away shutting the door loudly trying to make a point.

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The Queen had heard their interaction and watched her son walk away from the doors. "Baby?"

The Prince turned around and relaxed a little bit all the tension he had had with his father going away. "Mother"

"You're father means well."

"Stop defending him. He's crazy."

"He might not see what I see between you and Rachel but he is thinking about our country." She noticed her son was frustrated but at the same time didn't really have a choice. "Sweetie I know you won't defy your father because you want to make him proud after everything that happened before you got married but unfortunately the only way to do that is by doing what your father says and doing right by our people, even if you don't agree with him."

"Mother I need her in my life." He said desperately.

"I know you do."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Rachel is going to be extremely busy in New York with the children's project, can you please just focus these months with whatever your father has you do? I know it's not ideal but at least it will be better than fighting every single day. And we'll think of something before you both have to sign the divorce papers."

"Fine."

"Thank you honey."

"Anything for you mother. I still don't like it but I know you are usually right about these things." He smiled softly at her.

She chuckled. "That I am."

He kissed her cheek and walked away.

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TBC

Deep breathes. They will reunite. And sorry if the angst and drama aren't that good I'm still learning to write in depth since all I write in mainly smut. I hoped you liked it though :D