Mackenzie's POV:
I wake up so happy since I get to talk to America today! I put on some decent clothes Bill gave me. They are nice and not revealing. I'm bout to head downstairs for breakfast when Derrik wakes up. Just my luck.
"Stop." He says sitting up rubbing his head.
"Yes?" I say growing impatient.
"Why does my head hurt? Did you hit me with something when I tried something on you?" He says eyeing me.
"No. You were DRUNK. Its called a hangover." I say rolling my eyes.
"Wow. Never knew I could get drunk from bubbly." He says standing and stretching. "Anyways... wait for me." I cross my arms and plop on the bed. I knew that would happen. He stands in front of me and starts to pull of his belt, still in his tux. I turn around and face the opposite wall. I hear him sigh and walk into the bathroom.
Derrik's POV:
I'm reaching for my orange juice when I notice Mackenzie is happy and lively. No matter how much I would like believe its because I just married her, I know its not. I set down my glass and stare at her. She's happily chopping away for about five minutes when she notices my perplexed staring. She tries to ignore me but she looking at me every five seconds. She drops her jellied toast.
"What?" She exclaims throwing her hands in the air. I lift an eyebrow but she just stares back.
"Well..." I begin slowly "why are you so happy this morning?" I state never peeling my eyes from her.
"Its nothing. Its because I um... like you?" She says twitching slightly. She's the worst damn liar on this planet.
"Tell me. Now!" I say standing up causing my chair to fall on the ground. I intensify my glare at her.
"WHAT DERRIK?!? I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU OK?!?" Kenzie screams.
"STOP YELLING AND STOP LYING!!!" I shout banging the table.
"I'M NOT LYING!" She shoots back standing and starting for the exit. I run up and grab her arm.
"Oh really? Then kiss me then!" I say holding her with both my arms.
"Ew no!" She squeals trying to get out of my hold. While shes struggling I remember, shes talking to the president today! Whit why did I promise that?!
"How did you know?" I ask forcing up her chin to look at me.
"Know what?" She says acting confused. I hold up my hand as if I was going to slap her. "Ok, ok I overheard!" She says flinching. I let her go and rub my temples.
"Listen you better do EVERYTHING I say. Or else." I say.
"Sure I will." She says. I'm not sure if shes being sarcastic or...
"I'll be behind the camera telling you what to act like." I say involuntary pacing now.
"Mhm!" She hums turning on her heals and heading to the video room.
Mackenzie's POV:
I bust into the video room and plop in the throne.
"I'm ready for my close up!" I say posing.
"Stop acting like that." Derrik says handing me my staff and placing my crown on my head. He grabs a fur coat and drapes it on my shoulders.
"Do I have to wear all this?" I ask whining.
"Yes. Yes you do. Do EVERYTHING I SAY!" He says one last time before heading into the shadows. I can barely see him but soon after the president comes up.
"Hello Mr. Obama, Its a pleasure talking to you." I say think he has no idea how MUCH of a pleasure it is.
"Hello Mackenzie. Is everything alright?" He says looking at me like 'give me a sign.'
"Yes everything is fine." I say this in English. Then I switch to French. Thank God I was the only one who paid attention in Ms. Lasure's class! "Aidez moi." I say calmly. This means 'help me' in French. And of course, the president knows French. I glance over at Derrik. He's not there anymore. Did he leave? Then I hear Obama speak again.
"Put. The. Gun. Down. Royals!" He says slowly but sternly. Gun?!? Oh my God.... Derrik might kill me!
"Sorry, but not this time. Your not getting my Mackenzie back." He says then shots the camera. The screen stays on. Derrik's hand comes down on my shoulder and grips it. My mouth is open and I'm speechless as I hear all the commotion from the screen.
"Royals! Royals! Call them in! Call them in! If you can hear me I just want to let you know... America wants your blood. And we will get Mackenzie back!" Mr. Obama say before cutting off the screen.
"Well my little chatter mouth. How about that honeymoon?" Derrik says picking me up bridal style. "Butler... call the pilot." He adds as he clutches me so tight my tears run non stop out of my eyes.
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The Stolen Queen (On Hold)
Novela JuvenilMackenzie is a normal 18 year old girl who is taking her first vacation to a different country and with her friends. Or at least she thought. Her little 'vacation' turns out to be a nightmare. Will her first freedom vacation also be her last?
