Royally Falling

~ 16 ~

"I'll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
I'll be there for you
(Like I've been there before)
I'll be there for you
('Cause you're there for me too)"
I'll Be There For You - The Rembrandts

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Sunday morning, I wake up with a slight headache from the drinks last night. I'm not totally hungover, which is refreshing. I'm glad I don't have to make the trip back to Boston sick.

We're leaving around 11 o'clock to drop Amanda, Claire, and the makeup artists off at the airport for their flight back to Amaria. Then, we're going to begin the five-hour drive home. Most of today is going to be spent cramped up in a car.

Xander and I have plans to have breakfast together in his presidential suite.

I knock on his door, which is two rooms down from mine.

"Good morning," he says, stepping aside to let me enter.

"Morning."

"I was just about to order room service. What do you want?" He hands me the folded up menu from the drawer in the nightstand.

I skim it. There's eggs, french toast, waffles, pancakes, omelets, fresh fruit, and so much more. The detailed pictures are making my mouth water.

"Two Belgian Waffles and a side of strawberries."

He picks up the phone to place two orders of the waffles and strawberries.

"So when are you heading out?" I ask as I plop down on the spare bed.

"Tomorrow morning. I have some meetings to attend this afternoon at the UN. My brothers couldn't attend, so I got stuck representing Denmark. It'll be boring." He shrugs.

"Well at least it's good practice for the future," I add to stay positive. However, there really aren't many positive things about being stuck in meetings all afternoon.

"That's true."

A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door. John appears to open the door and let the housekeeping lady in.

She wheels a cart of two plates and a bowl in, all with metal plate covers on top.

She sets the small table in the kitchen and places the food on the table cloth before leaving.

I sit down and dig into my waffles and strawberries. They smell delectable.

"So I was thinking of coming to visit you in Boston sometime in January. Do you know what your schedule will look like yet?" Xander asks as he pours syrup on his waffles.

"I don't know my schedule exactly, but I know that classes start in the last week of January, so I'll be in Amaria most of the month. I recall receiving an email from Juliet to your assistant regarding setting up a February visit."

"Okay, cool."

"We'll definitely be seeing each other in January at the New Year's Party and my birthday party on the 22nd." I stab a strawberry with my fork and take a bite.

"I totally forgot about those events. I'm assuming I'm your date?" He asks, taking a bite of his food.

"I assume so. I've been told that there will be a press release about our 'relationship' shortly after New Year's. The email also said that we will be attending upcoming events together."

"I'm not sure how many events I can squeeze into my calendar and how often I will be able to travel to meet you, though," I add after a pause.

"That's okay, I remember what it was like trying to balance my duties with school."