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Chapter 3: This Means War

Caleb's POV

I sat alone in my study, staring down at the police reports regarding both Damon and Rio. There had to be some way to find her and make sure she was safe. I couldn't handle the idea of her being out in the woods by herself, scared and hungry. I couldn't help but feel guilty, knowing that it was partially my fault that she was out there. At the time, I could only agree with my father; it's what I'd been trained to do. I should have thought for myself instead of falling in line. I was an idiot for not trusting my gut and possibly throwing away the one person I had ever had true feelings for. How would she ever forgive me?

"Prince Caleb?"

I looked up from my desk to see my butler, Winston, peek his head in the door. "Yes," I replied in a disgruntled tone. I wasn't in the mood for his antics right now. "Make it quick, Winston."

"Officer Ledger sent me with a request from your father," he continued, looking at me with a knowing smile. The old bat always knew what I was thinking; it was what he called a 'perk of watching you grow up'. Winston made me feel like a child.

"And?" I picked up my sack of papers and quickly shuffled them back into a neat pile.

"Belgian Princess is down in the sitting room and he wants you to entertain her while he finishes up with the advisors. He was called into an emergency session after visiting your brother." Winston slowly opened the door as I stood.

"Did they mention why she was here?" I stop in front of the mirror, straightened my tie, and ran my fingers through my hair. It was best to make a good appearance for other royalty, especially since I never met the girl before.

"No, but they did seem stressed, your Highness."

"Anything else?" I ran my hands over my black suit coat, trying to expel any lingering wrinkles. There had to be some reason she had come unannounced.

"They also said that they might be a while and that you could take her on a tour of the gardens."

"Great, babysitting for the day, just what I wanted to do. Don't they realize that I am trying to find one of my selected and pick a wife?"

"Sir, if I may be so bold," Winston said as his dark eyes glowed softly. He was very fatherly at times and I knew that his advice came from a good place. I just didn't need two fathers. "Why don't you pick one of the girls that you have left in the Selection? Who knows if we will find Lady Parker and you always had a good time with Lady Natalia and Lady Emilia."

"There is just something about Lady Parker that makes me feel alive," I said, surprising myself. I had never been able to put my finger on it before, but that was it. Rio made me feel exhilarated and alive. "I have to at least try to make it up to her. I was an idiot for believing that she had anything to do with poisoning my mother."

"Sometimes things happen for a reason, Sir." Winston gave me a small smile. "I think it might be wise to relax a little bit more and just be nineteen. You only get to be a teenager once, especially since you are the crowned prince. Enjoy yourself while you can, Caleb."

As Winston spoke, I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. He was right. I had spent so long worrying about being crown prince that I had forgot what it was like to be a teen. I remembered mother and father making sure my siblings and I had a childhood like everyone else, but I gave that up when I started my studies to be a king. I regretted that now, even though my parents urged me to take time off for myself. I never did listen.

"Thank you, Winston."

"Anytime, Sir."

I gave him a curt nod before heading out of the room. What had I been doing with my life for the past nine years of my life? I had let everything that I once loved to do pass me by. I used to love ridding and playing catch with Damon. Father had once taught both Damon and I how to drive but I never took the car out anymore, let alone left the palace grounds.

I smiled at the thought of Damon and I breaking out of the palace and getting arrested in Angeles for not having proper idea. Mother and father were so upset when they had to come down the precinct to properly identify us. We were grounded for weeks, not that meant anything different for me. After that incident, I never left the palace and rarely went out on the grounds. My time had been spent studying to become a proper king and follow in my father's large footsteps.

It was time to start finding myself again and live my life. Maybe finding myself would help me to relax and be a better king. By finding what I liked to do again, I hoped everything would fall into place.

As I walked down the stairs to the main lobby, I saw a young woman with bright blonde hair pacing. She wore a long blue dress and a small tiara on her head. This had to be the Belgian Princess that had arrived in Illéa unannounced. She looked furious as she paced with her hands in fists. As I stood and watched her from the stairs, she muttered to herself angrily in French.

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms. The next thing I knew, an angry pair of blue eyes turned on me with a wicked glare. I immediate felt like I was under fire and wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"Are you King Maxon Schreave?" she asked in an angry tone with thick French accent, looking me up and down. I couldn't help but notice her beauty and grace as she moved and spoke. "You look very young."

"No, but I am Prince Caleb Schreave, crown prince," I chuckled with a small smile. The princesses eyes flicked over me for a moment and then turned back dark.

The next thing I knew, a hand landed on the side of my face. I gapped at her as she flew off the handle.

"How dare laugh at me," she raged, taking a step towards me. "First you attack my country, and now you insult me? What kind of manners have they taught "

"Wait, a moment, Miss," I said, taking as step away from her with my hands up in the air. "What are you talking about? Illéa is not launch an attack on Belgium. You must be mistaken."

"Mistaken?" Her blue eyes lit up like fire. "They have your country's crest on their uniforms! You have destroyed countless villages and kill innocent people! What is the purpose of this attack? Belgium has done nothing to Illéa to warrant this behavior! We are allies!"

I gapped at her again. My solders were not overseas and we were not at war. There had to be some other explanation.

"Princess," I said standing up tall. I didn't even know her first name. "I assure you that we are not at war with you. There has to be some other explanation. My father and I have not sent any troops overseas and we cannot afford to do so right now." I significantly lowered my voice as a maid walked by. "We could be at the brink of a civil war. We do not have the resources to attack you right now."

The blonde princess gapped at me for a moment. It was then that I noticed the small dimples on her pale cheeks. "There has to be something you can do to call them off then. Whoever they are destroying my nation. My future!" Her French accent lingered on her last words. I couldn't help but notice how beautifully words flew off her tongue.

"Well sending solders to Belgium would destroy my future," I said, narrowing my eyes. She wasn't getting it. "Please, relax. I'm sure we can sort this whole thing out and get to the bottom of it."

"I don't want to speak to a boy," she said suddenly, pushing past me and walking up the stairs.

"I'm not a boy," I hissed, chasing after her. "I am the crown prince and my father is in a very important meeting!"

"I don't care who you are or what your father is doing. I want to see him now!" She practically screamed, her blue eyes giving me the coldest glare I had ever received.

"Listen, Princess…what's her name, you are going to have to wait," I said, returning the look. I still had no idea what her name was but she wasn't going to get her way acting like this. She would need to respect my family in my palace. "If you will just take a seat, we can bring you some tea or something. He wont be long and I'm sure we can figure out who is actually attacking Belgium."

"It's Princess Adrianna de Réthy', to you," she hissed, her accent sparkling on her name. It was beautiful when she said it. She could have been really charming if it hadn't been for her temper. "And I will not let some prince tell me what to do. Take me to the King now!"

"Or what, Princess?" I said, crossing my arms.

Princess Adrianna narrowed her eyes at me and glared. I could only surmise that she was trying to come up with some kind of retort.

"Ah, didn't think you had anything to backup that claim with," I chuckled.

"C'est le bouquet! Il vous en cuira! (That's the last straw! You'll be sorry!)" Adrianna hissed; her face inches from mine.

I couldn't help but laugh as she was five inches shorter than me and only came up to my chin. "I'll be sorry for what? You haven't even come through on your threat and you're not exactly threatening. You're too cute to scare me," I said with a cocky tone. I wasn't going to let her get the better of me.

The next thing I knew, I was laying at the bottom of the stairs holding myself. She had kneed me hard in the groin. I didn't know how she was raised, but this behavior certainly wasn't becoming of a princess.

"Don't mess with me, petit garcon," Adrianna said, standing over me as I tried to protect myself.

"I'm not a little boy!" I hissed, pulling myself to my knees.

"It looks that way from up here!"

"What is going on down there?"

Adrianna and I quickly turned our head to see my father standing at the top of the stairs with Damon and Aspen behind him. I felt ashamed of my predicament, knowing that I would never be able to live this one down. Adrianna would pay for this!

"Your Majesty," Adrianna said sweetly, instantly curtsying to my father. I was surprised how quickly she could flip her emotional switch. "I am the Belgian Princess, Adrianna, and I need to speak with you urgently."

"Yes, my head of defense, Officer Ledger, has told me about the issue at hand, Princess Adrianna," my father said in a king but regal tone. I was secretly jealous of how flawless he always appeared to be in a crisis. I would have to learn that skill somehow.

"Call me Adrianna, please," she said with a shy smile. It was only then that I noticed the true beauty of her features. It took my breath away to see her smile.

"Okay, Adrianna, please come into my office and we will try to find away to dissolve the situation. I assure you that we did not send troops to your country, but we will do everything we can to help clear up this mess." My father offered Adrianna his arm and they disappeared with Officer Ledger down the hall.

"What happened to you?" Damon asked with a slight smirk on his face once we heard the office door shut. I noticed that he had a sling on his arm and that he looked paled and bruised.

I shook my head as I stood, dusting off my suit. "That girl is a menace," I said softly. "She is crazy! I don't trust her alone with father."

Damon laughed, his hair falling into his eyes. "Please, Caleb, she is like five, five with blonde hair, she cant be that dangerous."

"Tell that to my groin!" I hissed. I was furious.

Damon nodded with an apologetic smile and I knew in that moment that any rivalry had dissolved in that moment. We were brothers again, at least for the time being.

"Now what?" he asked, leaning against the banister. "We are supposedly at war with Belgium, Mother is still in a coma, and Rio is missing. What else could go wrong?"

I laughed lightly to myself as the thought of finding out who I really was appeared back in my mind. "I don't know." I shrugged. "But we are about to find out."

"What do you mean?" Damon raised his brow and ran his finger through his hair; a nervous habit that we both shared.

"We are going out, come on." I grabbed my brother by the front of his suit jacket and started to pull him down the hall.

"Where?" He asked, looking around bewildered.

"Let's find, Rio."

Well, what did you think? Are they going to be able to sneak out of the palace? Will they find Rio? What did you think of Princess Adrianna? Thank you for reading! I will update again soon!

~Kay