The Prince's Fiancé (BoyXBoy)

Chapter XIX Royal Engagement

Chapter 19 Royal Engagement

Caleb

Caleb couldn't have been happier to get off that plane. At least it wasn't an eleven hour ride, but it still felt like forever. Caleb settled with watching comedies using a pair of headphones, so he didn't irritate his mother. He remembered the good olé days when he used to share an ear piece with his sister while they watched them together.

For most of the ride, Samantha chose to knit instead. Caleb had tried it once, just for kicks. He created a noose. Samantha got a kick out of it but their mother, not so much. Augustus's words were starting to make more sense to Caleb now. He needed to take his position more seriously.

Everything Augustus did, had all been a ruse.

Caleb still felt confused about that.

It was nearly dark out by the time the plane landed, and Caleb was glad to finally be able to stretch his legs out. The only downside, he was a Prince full time again. That meant he had to wave a lot to people he hardly knew. Well... at least there was his fan club consisting of women from the age range of 16-34. It was back to being a celebrity.

The Queen didn't have to wave but Samantha smiled her ultra-white smile, waved a little more casually. She was more popular with the gentlemen. Caleb made sure to smile with the occasional wink. Luckily no one fainted.

Swedish was spoken a lot around here. Caleb found himself having to switch gears at the language spoken around him. Caleb knew six languages. He could speak Swedish and English obviously. He also knew Russian, German, Spanish and Italian. He found the art of Japanese writing interesting, so he could write in Japanese too.

What Caleb wasn't expecting, was Timotheus (or Tim) to be standing nearby. To be precise, His Royal Highness Timotheus von Kaiser-Habsburg, Duke of Eschen, of the royal house of Liechtenstein. Tim was a longtime friend of Caleb. Unlike most of Caleb's other associate's, Tim knew nearly all the places Caleb was all along. They went to the same boarding school (Stowe) once upon a time.

Persto et Praesto. I stand firm and I stand first.

Tim's hair was longer than Caleb last remembered. A finger length of dark brown hair was hanging loose by the right side of his face. The rest was slicked back. He had lips, the feature most girls talked about (he had kissed many) that were full. Eyes that were hazel though they were mostly blue tonight and an almost square shaped jaw that suited him nicely.

Tim wasn't the only friend Caleb made in many years spent together. There was Jonas, Jonas Sebastian Stefan von Leuchtenberg, Prince of Nassau, Duke of Vianden, of the royal house of Luxembourg. Constantine, or HRH Constantine Erasmus Jordaan Van der Voort, Heir Apparent, Prince of the Netherlands, Duke of Groningen, Duke of Friesland, Earl of Valkenburg aan de Geul, Count of Montfort, Knight Commander of the Order of the Gold Lion of the House of Nassau, Order of the House of Orange, Order of the Crown, Order of Saint John in the Netherlands, and Order of Malta. As if that wasn't a mouthful already.

It was too bad they didn't come with Tim but Caleb understood Constantine was now an official crowned Prince himself. Unlike Caleb, Constantine was an only child.

They walked together side by side talking in German, so there was less of a chance of being overheard. Tim told Caleb how quickly news traveled from kingdom to kingdom. Caleb filled him in, short edited versions of what life in America was like. The subject, as it always had, turned to girls. Caleb was suddenly evasive but kept it hidden behind the mask he so easily slipped on. He could fool even himself if he wanted to.