Beauty and the bad boy

CHAPTER ONE

***Pompei village***
Vayentha stared blindly out of her window. She was looking at the stars. She wondered if they were this beautiful everywhere in the world. Her eyes wondered away from the stars to a serene environment. She could sight the mountains from her window, the flow of the stream sounded beautiful to her ears. The grasses that always responded to nature and remained lush green in winter and pale yellow in summer. Even from a distance she could hear the the puterique waterfall. It was impossible not to hear it since the palace was located in the middle of the village on a plateau. Pompei was flawless. Was that really how the city was.
Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about going to Newyork. She didn't like change. She liked her life being in order. Organized. Arranged. No surprises. And if not for the kidnap attempt, nothing would have changed. She could still remember that  clearly.
She had been on the sandbank, for the hundredth time in her life admiring how beautiful Pompei was, when two speed boats headed towards her. Her heart raced because she had purposely ordered her guards to go get lunch, just so she could have a moment alone, but how the hell was she going to get herself out of this situation. She knew her father had associated with some pretty terrible people and probably still did but she hadn't realized how bad it was till that day.
Taught to be submissive to men, she didn't even attempt a struggle as they whizzed her into the speedboat and sped off but they didn't get too far. She knew they wouldn't. Loud shots were heard in the air and soon the speedboats were surrounded. Hee kidnappers could have easily surrendered and maybe served a jail term but they instead did the most outrageous thing. They put a bullet through each of their own heads with their own guns. The last thing she remembered that day was a shrill scream which turned out to be hers before she passed out.
Waking up in the hospital room, her mother looking worried to death, seemed to be in deep thought.
"The attack was only a warning. To tell me they could get my daughter if they wanted to. "
Tears gathered in her mums eyes.
"My king, just give them what they want"
"Non"
Her father said turning away.
"There's a lot to understand my love. I won't sell my wife and only child for my own safety"
"So what next my king"
Her dad said nothing for a while.
"New York "he finally said and that was it.
In a few hours, Vayentha knew she would be leaving all she'd ever known, the peace and security to a larger world. She was going to leave behind her parents. Tristan. The thought of Tristan brought fresh tears to her eyes. She could never forget the look on his face when they were last together. She'd told him she was leaving for good and instead of getting mad and planning to elope, he smiled lovingly at her. So much adoration filled his eyes.
"I know you have yo obey your father but knowing you love me is enough to keep me going "
Somewhere deep inside, she had wanted him to he more passionate about their departure but as both were trained and taught curtsey, he offered her a chaste kiss on her knuckles and smiled sadly at her.
"I love you Vayentharomara"
"You too Tristan"
And that was it. Those were her last moments with the love of her life. She took a deep breath and brushed the tears away from her cheeks. She took out her purple diary and began to draw a view of Pompei from her room. After about 30minutes she was done drawing a perfect replica of the original scene. She finally forced herself to sleep.  Tomorrow was going to be a busy day for the young princess.
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A Mockingjay sang by her window causing Vayentha to open her eyes sleepily. She could hear the silent ruffling of the tree. Everything happened so naturally making it harder for her to accept that she would soon be leaving.
After five minutes of deep meditation, she put on her flip flops and walked towards her already prepared bath welcoming gladly the warmth it offered. She heard her bathroom door slowly open. She opened her eyes to see who it was.
"Rene"
Rene had her head hanging down as usual.
"Bonjour princess. The king request your presence"
Vayenthe felt her heart skip a little but as she had been thought, she maintained her composure.
"Tell the king I'll be there in a minute"
Rene nodded and stepped out of the bathroom, never turning back. Ten minutes later, vayentha was standing in front of the mirror staring at the clothes that had been sent for her to wea. She had heard that people dressed differently in NY. A blackbjean and a pink shirt the stopped half way down her stomach, paired with boots. The clothes clung to her body revealing her perfectly shaped body accompanied with long legs. As a princess, such dressings were considered indecent, so why the hell was a smile creeping up her face.
Again Vayenthas biggest fear submerged. For sixteen years, she had been born and bred as a princess. Curtsey, politeness, everything a real princess should know. But would all that be able to pull her through Newyork and everything it held?
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Walking elegantly down the stairs, Vayentha approached her parents, both seated gracefully on their individual thrones.
"Bonjour papa"
Her father gave a curt nod and her mothers face brightened a little but the crease of worry could still be seen on her forehead.
  "Ca va? "
  "Ca va bien mama"
Her father cleared his throat.
"Vayentha, i hope you understand why we're doing this? "
  "Qui papa"
  "No one must know who you are or where you're coming from
  "Qui papa"
The next twenty minutes were spent on orientation. She was changing her name to Vanessa and instead of Aprille she was using Marcantonio. Vanessa Marcantonio. Paris. 17years. Second daughter of wealthy business man. Lost mother in car crash. Family of four older siblings.
Don Aprille and his wife stood by the door of the limo as Vayenthas things were loaded in the car. They weren't much since she was going to shop in Newyork anyway. Vayentha took one last look at her mother and noticed tears gather in her eyes and felt hers surface. Forgetting all forms of curtsey she threw herself into her mothers arms and together they cried for over two minutes. Don Aprille waited patiently for their emotional exchange. Vayentha put herself together and drew away from her mum. Sniffing noisily, Vayentha bowed her head.
  "Pardone moi, mama"
Her mother simply nodded. Vayentha turned to her father
  "Bon voyage, Vayentharomara "
  "Merci papa. I'll miss you"
She expected her father to nod but he smiled at her.
  "Stay safe my love"
It wasn't until the car sped away that Vayentha realized the almighty Don Aprille had actually had tears in his eyes.   
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