The Honeymoon

Chapter Four

I woke up in a dream like state. I was in bed. On a plane. With the king of Illéa.

And someone was banging on the door.

"Your highnesses! Please get up! It's an emergency!"

"Maxon! Get up! Maxon!"

"Unnnh. I don't wanna. I'm the king."

"It's an emergency! Please!" Finally, he got up and opened the door. The co-pilot walked in and bowed.

"Sir, we are heading for a giant storm and we are running out of fuel. The pilot wants to know what you want to do."

"I thought we were scheduled for a fuel stop soon?"

"We were, but the pilot doesn't think we can make it."

"Where are we?"

"Just over Paris."

"See if the airport in Paris will let us land. I have friends in France." Daphne. The girl he told me about. We going to stay with her. She came to the wedding, but was just polite. Not friendly.
I was going to be staying with her. Yay.

"Is that okay Darling?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, I just wanted to make sure that it wouldn't be awkward for you."

"I'll be fine."

"Okay then. Land at the airport in Paris."

So we did.