Thrown into Royalty [chicklit romance] [REVISING]

XI.

A/N: Hey guys! It's Friday again, so another update! Enjoy this chapter, and check out Maeve, Caterina & Margaux's outfits for the trip on my Polyvore page! The link is at my Wattpad profile. Other than that, hope you guys have a wonderful weekend ahead! xx h

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XI.

All of us were about to leave for Djurgården Island, and I was busy packing a weekend worth of clothes. There were some sets of expensive luggage bags in the wardrobe, so I decided to use one of those and get packing.

I decided to get dressed appropriately for the theme park today, so I picked out a sleeveless cashmere turtleneck sweater by The Row and a pair of gypsy-patterned Zimmermann pants, with white Gianvito Rossi heels to match. I had an Alexander Wang beige backpack at my back and I left my suite, pulling my suitcase behind me.

"Well you look like you're up for an adventure at Gröna Lund," I heard Noah say.

My head snapped to him, and he was in a deep blue Ralph Lauren polo t-shirt that showed his upper arm off with his bulging muscles, along with dark Calvin Klein jeans and Converse sneakers.

I tilted my head to the side. "You look like you're up for it as well." I remarked.

He grinned, his dreamy dimples making an appearance as he walked towards me. He locked his arm around my waist and pushed up my cat-eye sunglasses from my sight, earning a smile from me.

"Where's your bags?" I asked, glancing behind him.

He shrugged. "My butler went to bring it down to the car."

"Oh." My hands were off my suitcase immediately. "So does this mean that I'll have to get Dorothea to bring it down for me as well?"

Dorothea was my new personal maid sent from Denmark to serve me just a few days ago. She was to go wherever I'd go, but most of the time, whenever she did her chores, she wouldn't be in sight.

"Yes," Noah replied. "But if you want to bring it down yourself, it'll be fine. It's just not customary for royals to carry their own luggage."

I rolled my eyes. "I think I'm fine doing it on my own. I can do my own things every once in a while. So how has the media been treating you?"

Since yesterday was Astrid's birthday party and the press conference for my being Queen, it had also revealed Noah to be a Prince of Sweden. For the last twenty-four hours, the media have been trying to dig for information that was out of reach, so the Palace had released tiny bits of information about Noah every hour to keep them coming. So far, we hadn't picked up today's newspaper and I hadn't seen what was happening.

"I seem to be the hottest news in the world right now," he smirked. "I heard that I might just be overthrowing the actor who People Magazine in the U.S. was planning to call 'Sexiest Man Alive'."

"Don't flatter yourself, 'Sexiest Man Alive'," I teased. "I might just pay them off to not do it."

"You wouldn't," he leaned his head down to mine as placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"Oh, yes I would. You're the future Queen of Denmark's boyfriend. No one would dare touch you." I pointed out.

"Well then, I wouldn't mind having only you." He murmured before going in for another kiss. "Let's go down before everyone has to wait for us."

I was about to grab my luggage bag when I found nothing behind me. It was missing.

"What the hell?" I muttered, glancing around to see where it was or who took it. "Noah, did you see my suitcase?"