To Dance with a Prince

Untitled Part 2

Oliver looked at the young woman sitting across from him intrigued. Most of the women he had met in his 25 years wasted no time in fawning all over him not only because of his looks but because of his title. It made him grow jaded over the years never really sure if someone was with him for his looks or his title. However, Felicity had just been kind, a little flirtatious but with a shyness that he found extremely endearing.

"So, Felicity, you said you were from the States?"

She smiled as she thought of home, "Yes. My Mother raised me in Las Vegas and worked as a cocktail waitress to send me to school."

"What about your Father?" he asked.

He saw her eyes shutter briefly before she gave him a sad smile, "My Father was not around."

"My Mother was killed in a car accident when I was 12." Oliver said and Felicity could see a sad shadow in his eyes. She remembered hearing about the accident that took the young Princess' life and her heart ached for the young boy who lost his mother so tragically.

The sadness of the topic was not lost on either of them so Oliver tried to lighten the moment. "So, what do you do when you are not waitressing stuffy events?"

She laughed, "I am a bartender at Ole English Tavern." She looked down a little embarrassed. He was a future king, royalty, and here he was spending time with a bartender. "My Mom is a little annoyed that I graduated from MIT with a double Masters and I am working as a bartender."

Oliver's eyebrow lifted. Wow, he was impressed. "Why are you not working in technology or computers?"

"There were no jobs available when I moved. I am still applying but it is hard to get work when I am not a citizen of this country." Felicity looked down at the food. It looked so good and she had skipped lunch. She felt her stomach growl and saw Oliver's lips quirk as he hid a smile.

"Why don't you try something? I had this brought in for us." he said, reaching for some goat cheese with pancetta and watercress.

Felicity hesitated. "I am not supposed to eat on the job Sir."

"First of all, please call me Oliver. I feel like my Father every time you say Sir. Second, I insist, and I will ensure your job is perfectly safe."

Felicity looked down feeling her mouth water and picked up one of the shrimps she had been carrying all evening. She twirled it with her fingers having never seen a shrimp so large. She knew the Chef had them flown in especially for this event and she took a bite, her eyes closing. She loved seafood and when a small moan of complete and utter pleasure escaped her lips, her eyes flew open with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry", she mumbled around her food.

"Why are you apologizing? It is nice to see a woman enjoying her food."

Felicity started to speak when suddenly a large man stormed into the room, he had a gun strapped to his waist and a patch over his right eye and he looked like he could bench press her with one arm.

"Your Highness, I am sorry to interrupt but there is a threat to your safety and I need to take you to the safe room." Felicity noted an Australian accent and several other weapons he kept within easy reach.

Slade walked over to Oliver, his eyes scanning the room. They took her in briefly before he indicated Prince Oliver needed to leave.

Oliver looked at Felicity ready to apologize but before he could Slade moved him out of the room.

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Felicity hid her disappointment that her time with Prince Oliver had been interrupted and picked up the tray to take it back to the kitchen. Her pulse was racing at hearing there had been a threat made against Prince Oliver's life and when she reached the kitchen, she was told her shift was over and to head home. She knew he was safe in the castle, but it still made her nervous.