Sam POV-

I went to bed in Carolina's room. The last time I had seen her she was five years old with her hair in pigtails, now she was 13.

And apparently she still idolized me.

"We should stay up and talk like it is a sleepover!" she exclaimed joyfully (in Spanish) bouncing up and down a little. Spanish is the main language spoken in Amour Ville but some areas of our island speak a pidgin language of Spanish and French, and given the amount of trade Amour Ville does, many citizens know a good deal of English too.

"Carolina, I have been kidnapped, put in prison, and on the run all night. I would like to get some sleep," I sighed in response (still in Spanish).

She deflated a little but nodded, getting into her bed.

"Maybe tomorrow," I added and she brightened a little.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed instead of on the floor?" she wondered.

"No, you can have the bed. I'm fine," I told her, getting into the sleeping bag.

She nodded and turned off the light, "Goodnight, Samantha."

"Goodnight, Carolina."

The next morning I woke up before Carolina and I went out into the living room where my parents and her parents had already congregated.

"Good morning Samantha," my father greeted me.

"Good morning," I yawned. I actually don't mind being called by my full name but only by my parents and people of Amour Ville (because that's all they know me as). In fact the only reason I hated being called "Samantha" back in Amity Park was because it was always done by Jeremy, Pamela (and occasionally Vlad) in an extremely condescending way.

"Did you sleep well?" my mother asked.

I shrugged, taking a sip of a glass from juice my father handed me.

"So you never did tell me how you all escaped," Uncle Armando (who isn't my real uncle but definitely close enough to be) asked my father.

"Don't ask me," my father laughed, "I was only with them for the last part of the escape and I still do not know how they managed to get us out of there the way they did."

Uncle Armando looked to my mother.

"My daughter and her friends are very skilled. I would guess that they are trained by the American spies for how well they worked together to pick the locks and take out the guards," she laughed, "To make an exhausting story short we found Richard and managed to escape Jacque without getting caught."

She was lying, leaving out Danny's powers.

"You forgot—" my dad started but my mom clasped a hand over his and gave him a warning look to tell him not to mention that Danny flew us out of there.

"You're right. I forgot to mention that the second we had lost the guards, Richard told us to come here. He knew you would always help us," she smiled at Uncle Armando.

"Of course, my queen," Uncle Armando beamed.

By now, everyone except for the boys had woken up and entered the living room, which I was slightly thankful for. Danny almost never gets enough sleep, and he will definitely need as much rest as possible because none of us know what is going to happen tonight.

"My King," Uncle Armando said smiling, "if you wouldn't mind, I would like to show you something," he said walking towards his office.

"Of course, Armando. I am your guest," my father agreed.

They quietly exited the room, leaving just Carolina, her mom, my mom, and me.

"So…" my mother smirked, "Now that the men are out of the room, are you and Danny dating?"

"What?!" I'm sure my face was bright red, "No, we're just really good friends."

"Then why are you blushing?" Carolina piped up.

"It just seems like quite a sacrifice that he has done for you," my mother drawled.

"Well Tucker is here too," I pointed out.

"Yes. I do not deny that they both are good friends," my mom said.

"But Tucker does not look at you the same way that Danny does," my Aunt Clara finished.

"And you cannot deny that would make a worthy king," my mother insisted.

"MOTHER!" I exclaimed, exasperated, "I'm not going to…marry Danny!"

"Not now, but perhaps in the next five to ten years would it be a possibility that you could be marrying Danny?" my mother nodded.

"I don't know…maybe," I sighed finally.

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Danny POV-

I might have been listening to the girls' conversation from around the corner, unfortunately, it was in Spanish, but I recognized my name come up. It's funny that before yesterday I didn't even know Sam could speak Spanish and now I know that she can speak twelve languages.

I tried to use the four years of Spanish I have taken since sixth grade to understand what they were saying. Granted, I'm only barely passing Spanish.

The Queen said something to Sam that I couldn't make out.

Sam said something about Tucker.

Something about good friends was said by her mom—of course that would apply to both Tucker and me. But the way she left the sentence made me sense the looming "but."

Her "Aunt" said something about me and Tucker and looking but she spoke so fast I couldn't make it out.

Then her mother said something about a "king" matter-of-factly which meant that she was either talking about her husband or...like last night, she was talking about me.

That's a lot of responsibility.

Then again, Sam would have to take on that same responsibility when she takes the thrown as queen.

Sam exclaimed "MADRE!" (mother) very loudly and then said something about "casarse" (I think) which I had to think about for a minute.

Marrying.

MARRYING? Why the hell did that come up?

Wait, were they still talking about me?

Then her mother said my name and "casarse" again.

What the hell?

I mean her mother had said something about allowing Sam to marry for love last night but…me? Does she honestly mean me?

And if she actually meant what she said about me becoming King of the GZ, if I married Sam that would make me King of Amour Ville too.

I hadn't noticed that they had stopped talking until Sam walked around the corner and bumped right into me.

"Were you spying on us?" she demanded crossing her arms.

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If the Spanish is wrong or in the wrong context or whatever, I am very sorry. I took several years of Spanish in high school, but I still don't know a lot of it.