The Royal Wedding

chapter 4

Time stopped by for them as their eyes met and they started at each other for a while. Neither of them had spoken anything but went on seeing each other. Stefan can't believe he could ever see her again. Only question now in his mind was why she is doing this? Did she really come to do the wedding planning?

Finally their contact had broken when the announcement was made about the queen arrival. The queen entered the room and stood near to Stefan, who turned to his mother to greet.

"Hello mother, you called me?" he asked the queen. She quietly nodded her head and turned to Sam. 

 "Welcome dear," the queen smiled and walked to her. As she drew nearer her expression suddenly changed. She stood their as if studying her and again regained her smiled.

"Thank you, your majesty," Sam smiled at her and bowed a little. She never knew how to do the curtsy to the Queen.

"Please have a seat; I think you had a comfortable journey." She gently laid her arm around her shoulder and pushed her to the sofa.

"Thank you; I had a pleasant journey," Sam sat in front of her. both of them sitting face to face.

Stefan also joined them. He sat on arm chair facing Sam. His mom and Sam started talking and he kept looking at Sam. She didn't change a bit. She had the same body feature, same height, same color and scar was still there. She looks more beautiful than ever. The smile he loved made her eyes glow. He still remembers the day when he saw her first.

Stefan, as all his friends call him in his university. No one really knew about him being the prince of the small kingdom in Siena, except his few close friends and the college authorities. He lives along with his roommate and best friend Noah. They have been friends since high school. While Stefan studied business, Noah studied physiology. Edward was also their friend but he chooses different university to study.

 That day he was driving his favorite car, Ferrari. He didn't care about the rules and regulation. Driving in full speed was his hobby.

"Dude you don't have go at this speed," yelled Noah. He is nervous of high speed as once he had car accident. He is American but lives in Italy. His hair is dirty blonde with deep brown eyes and a muscular body. Noah is a handsome and youthful guy and also a best friend for anyone.

"My car is Ferrari. I can't insult it," Stefan laughed eyeing his expressions.

"C'mon we reached university. Now slow down," Noah said nervously clutching the handle.

"Whatever you say," he chuckled and slow down a bit.

He turned his car towards the parking lot, parked in his spot and jumped outside. The school is already filled with students. He glanced around and picked his jacket to wear. While wearing his jacket he saw Noah irritatingly standing there. Stefan smiled to himself and threw the bag towards him. But he stepped back and missed it.

"What was that for?" Noah asked him seriously.

"So that..." Stefan couldn't continue as they heard a girl's low scream.

 Standing near to them, they saw a girl rubbing her forehead with one hand and holding a bag with other. It was Stefan's bag. 

"Shit" they both muttered.

Noah ran to her while he stood there watching them.

Stefan looked at that girl. She was facing back to him. She was wearing black silk top and a colorful skirt. She tied her silky black hair into a pony. As he watched, the breeze caught the fabric, molding it to her hips and thighs, outlining her slender body. His blood stirred and Stefan thought to himself to move his gaze but he couldn't move a muscle.