by Alex Tryst

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Copyright © June, 2009 by Alex Tryst. All Rights Reserved.

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When the semester was over, Layla headed straight to D.C. for her summer vacation since her parents didn’t want anything to do with her. The loss of them was acute, even if expected, and she often cried over the fact she would never see them again. However, there was also a certain freedom she felt in being true to herself finally and not living in the fear of their disapproval. She just hated that they refused to remain a part of her life. However, Princess Anastasia was even more attentive to her girlfriend, knowing she was taking the development especially hard.

The two of them stayed at the royal family’s country castle for the week before Hannah arrived. While Anastasia was still confined to her wheelchair part of the day, she took great effort to walk whenever she could with her crutches and even managed to take the stairs slowly one at a time for practice. Layla was immensely proud of her fiancée’s progress. Her upper body no longer shook when she walked with the crutches, which made watching her much easier. However, she did notice that her left leg still trembled with each step while her right seemed somewhat more stable. Layla knew there was still a long road ahead for Anastasia, but the princess was truly focused on making a full recovery, so she did not feel overly concerned with it.

Upon Hannah’s arrival the princess took the blondes to their furnished apartment that they would inhabit for the summer. It was located at one of the most sophisticated hotels in the city that was in close proximity to the palace and the princess’s home. When the car pulled up in semi-circular drive, a doorman stepped to the car. The security detail however opened the door for the princess and her guests and then retrieved the blondes’ bags. Slowly the three of them headed into the building with Anastasia setting the slow pace. As soon as they were inside, all the staff was there to greet them with respectful bows for the princess before the manager approached.

“Your highness, it is an honor to have you with us today. I am Duncan Freedman, the hotel manager.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Freedman. This is Layla Stone and Hannah Winston, the two women that will be staying with you for the summer.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you both and welcome. My staff is at your complete service. The suite you asked for, your highness, is ready.”

“Then please show us.”

He snapped his fingers at his staff that immediately began to move. Some came to take the luggage from security while the rest returned to their duties. “Would you be more comfortable in a chair, your highness?” he questioned carefully.

She shook her head. “I am fine. Thank you for offering.”

The entire entourage moved to the elevator and took it to the top floor of the hotel. When the manager stepped out, he led the way to the door and opened it. “Here we are. The royal suite, specifically designed for heads of state, foreign dignitaries, and friends of the royal family. This suite comes fully staffed with maid service, a personal chef, and a concierge at your disposal twenty-four hours a day. Our goal is to ensure you do not ever want for anything, Ms. Stone and Ms. Winston. We want this to be your home for the summer.”

“Stasia, this is incredible,” Layla exclaimed as she went to the window.

“There is a view of the palace and one of the gardens here on this side,” Duncan said. “And on the other side of the suite there is a view of the princess’s residence. Over here we have a view of some of the museums and memorials on our public green. This is by far one of the best views in the city.”

“I’d say. Stasia, this is too much,” Hannah said. “You didn’t have to go through all this effort for us.”

“Of course I did. You two are some of my closest friends, and I would not have it any other way.” Turning to the manager she said, “These two women are to have everything they want. I will not spare any expense.”

“Yes, your highness. I will make sure they are always completely comfortable here.”

“Thank you. I think now they would just like to settle into their new space.”

He nodded at her and smiled. “Very well. Here are the keys to the suite. Once again, Ms. Winston and Ms. Stone, please do not hesitate to call on my staff or me. We are at your service. Enjoy your stay.”

Once he left and security had stepped outside of the suite to guard the door, Layla came to her girlfriend. Slipping her arms around her, she said, “This place is magnificent. Thank you for doing this for us.”

“It is my pleasure. You know I would give you anything,” she replied leaning down to kiss her. Digging into her pocket, she pulled out Layla’s engagement ring. “Perhaps you would do me the honor of wearing your ring this summer?” she asked, slipping it onto her fiancée’s hand.

Hannah came to look at it on her best friend’s ring finger. “My God! That ring is huge!” she exclaimed, grabbing her friend’s hand. “How many karats is that?”

“I did not want it to be ostentatious,” the princess said. “Do you think it is too large?”

Hannah shook her head and smiled. “Diamonds could never be too large,” she joked.

“Well, Layla has small hands, so I did not think going over three karats for the main stone was appropriate. It has to be something that matches the royal wedding bands as well. This is the best complement I could get for someone with petite fingers.”

“It’s stunning,” Hannah mentioned.

“And one more thing for you to welcome you home,” she said, pulling another box from her other pocket.

“Stasia, you spoil me.”

“You deserve all of this and more. You are going to be a princess, so you might as well get used to me giving you things.”

Opening the box, she smiled at what was inside. “They’re beautiful.”

“To match you bracelet,” Anastasia noted as her girlfriend pulled out the blue and clear diamond earrings.

Layla kissed Anastasia again. “Thank you. Now would you like to help me unpack?” Layla asked with a mischievous grin.

The princess grinned. “Most definitely. Come on. Let us see what your options are for sleeping accommodations.”

The three women toured the suite before deciding that Hannah would take the room that overlooked the palace. It was spacious with a king-sized bed and separate sitting area and bathroom. On the other side of the suite, Layla picked a similar room that overlooked Anastasia’s house in the distance. With that the princess and Layla went into their room and shut the door while Hannah began unpacking her belongings on the other side of the suite.

The princess reclined on the bed while her girlfriend began to unpack her bags. Anastasia gazed at every little move she made in silence as she thought about how much time they were going to get to spend together over the summer. It would be by far the most amount of time they’d ever been together with the opportunity to see each other almost every single day for three months. To her it seemed like bliss. Twenty minutes later the blonde was finished with her things and came to the bed. However instead of taking a seat on it, she crawled upwards from the bottom covering Anastasia’s body as she went until she hovered over her. They smiled at each other.

“What are you thinking about?” Layla softly asked as Anastasia cupped her face.

“How incredibly happy I am right now. Thank you for agreeing to spend the summer with me.”

“Thank you for inviting me,” she whispered before leaning down to kiss the redhead’s mouth.

The two of them brought each other closer as their lips melded into a tighter lock. Anastasia moaned at the feeling of Layla’s small frame against her own. Even though she had felt it just earlier that morning when she awoke, it made her heart start pounding. Her fingers snuck under the hem of her girlfriend’s top to her lower back to feel some of the skin.

“Hannah’s here,” Layla lightly admonished.

“Hannah is going to have to get used to us being in bed,” the princess growled playfully, rolling them over, so the blonde was underneath her larger form, causing Layla to giggle.

The two of them made out for about twenty minutes before Layla managed to push Anastasia away. “Come on. It’s her first day here. She’s probably waiting on me to come out of my room.”

With a playful sigh, the princess rose from the bed. Both of them went back out into the living area of the suite where Hannah was sitting on the sofa reading a book. She smiled at the two of them. “I didn’t realize you had so many clothes to put away,” she teased.

Layla blushed but didn’t comment. Instead Anastasia said, “I think we should have lunch at the palace, so Hannah can meet my family. Your volunteer schedules are at my office. I took the liberty of having Madeline coordinate your schedules, so you two could work the same shifts and be off together. You work Tuesday through Thursday and are open the rest of the time. My schedule is always most open on the weekends, so I made sure your weekends were available as well. Also I have another surprise for you.”

“What’s that?”

“I made sure your entire month of July was clear, because my sisters and I would like to take you two on a cruise on the royal yacht. We will be traveling the eastern and southern coastlines, starting in Maine and going all the way to Texas. It would give us all time to relax in privacy. We will stop in different ports and spend time in some of our marvelous cities. How does that sound?”

“It sounds totally amazing!” Hannah exclaimed.

“If you two would like to pick the cities for the itinerary, I would be happy to oblige you in any stops you would like to make. I already have several places in mind, so it would be equal to about two or three stops a week.”

“Wow! I can’t wait.” Coming to the princess, Hannah curved an arm around her waist. “Are you sure you don’t want a second wife to go with the first? I’d be happy to volunteer,” she joked.

Anastasia laughed before dropping a kiss on her cheek. “The Washington women already have two loves in their lives, and their wives comes second,” she replied.

“What comes first then?” Hannah asked curiously.

“Her country,” Layla replied for her girlfriend.

Anastasia smiled at her. “Spoken like a true Washington. This is why I made the perfect choice, Hannah. Layla understands me and loves me just as I am.”

“Without a doubt,” Hannah said.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at the palace spending time with the royal family. As Anastasia expected, her sisters took an immediately liking to Hannah’s easygoing nature, and by the end of the day the six young women were chatting like they had known each other all their lives.

During the month of June the best friends spent part of their time volunteering at a children’s hospital in the city. Anastasia respected the fact that the two of them might want to spend time together and not be with her every possible moment, so she often gave them space to do what they wanted. The two of them took the time to see the museums and tourist attractions together since it was easier to get around town without the princesses, but they almost always had dinner with Anastasia and her sisters at the very least and many times the queens as well. Then in the evenings the princess would often go back to their suite with them. She didn’t always intend to spend the night there, but more often than not, Layla would convince her of the merits of falling asleep in each other’s arms which outweighed anything she had going on at home.

However, it was finally decided that the princesses wanted to take the two blondes out, so she gave them options on where they could go on such short notice. “We could have dinner and see a play or hear the symphony. Would that be of interest to you?” she asked Layla and Hannah as they lounged around her house one day.

“Either one sounds like a lot of fun, but we don’t have anything to wear. We didn’t pack anything formal,” Layla mentioned. “You didn’t say anything about bringing formal clothes, Stasia.”

“I can take care of that problem for you. Just tell me your dress and shoe sizes, and you will have choices here before you in an hour.”

Sliding her arms around Anastasia’s waist, Layla smiled. “You are so incredibly good to me.”

“You certainly deserve it,” she replied softly, leaning down to kiss the woman in her arms while Hannah did her best to pretend to be reading her magazine and ignored them. For a moment they were lost in their exchange until the butler opened the door to the study to bring them an afternoon snack.

He had the decency to blush a little and smile. “I am terribly sorry, Stasia,” he apologized.

The heir chuckled a little. “It is fine. Do not worry. This may take some getting used to,” she said, squeezing Layla for emphasis.

“But what a lovely addition regardless,” he complimented. “The country longs to see you with someone,” he added. “Now that you are out of school, everyone wonders when you are going to settle down and have your own princesses.”

The redhead flushed at the comments. “Do not wed me just yet,” she teased. “That time will come soon enough. Do me a favor. Let Lydia know that I need to see her.”

“Certainly.”

They waited for Lydia to appear, which happened several minutes later. “Stasia, what do you need assistance with?” she inquired.

“I need you to make some phone calls for me. We would like to go out this evening with my sisters for dinner and to either the symphony or theater. I need you to call Maddy to make those arrangements. While you are on the phone with her, I need you to get the names of the designers my sisters use for their formal gowns. Layla and Hannah need some clothes for the evening. Call them and have them come to the house with dresses for them to try. Make sure they bring shoes and accessories as well.”

“Certainly. Layla, Hannah, may I inquire as to your sizes?” she asked, going to the desk in the den and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. Layla looked at her girlfriend shyly before looking back at Lydia. Sensing her timidity in revealing such intimate information in front of the princess, she suggested, “Perhaps you would like to write them down?” When both women had done so, Lydia left them alone.

“It should not take too long until you have choices before you,” Anastasia said.

That evening Anastasia dressed in her room for their night out while Layla and Hannah did the same in the guestrooms. Madeline had taken the liberty of sending over the younger princesses’ stylist to help the blondes dress and prepare her hair and makeup for which Anastasia was thankful. Her Secretary of Affairs had also sent over some jewelry at the princess’s request for her fiancée to wear.

When Anastasia was finished dressing, she went back to the den to wait. She was just looking at herself in the mirror and straightening the collar of her tuxedo shirt when she heard the door open, and Layla slowly walked into the room. The blonde was dressed in a black evening gown, which bared her shoulders and the slopes of her breasts. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pinned up elegantly off her neck, leaving the brilliant diamond necklace that had belonged to the royal family for generations on display around her attractive neckline. She just stood there fidgeting with the black clutch in her hands.

“You look amazing, so beautiful,” the princess softly complimented.

Layla blushed. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely. I can hardly speak. Will you turn around, so I can get the full effect?” Layla did as requested, slightly picking up the hem of her flowing dress and slowly turning. As she did Anastasia was greeted with the sight of a gorgeous mostly bare back. When they met eyes again, the blonde could see the effect she was having on the redhead, which pleased her greatly. “You are stunning. You look like a princess,” she joked with a smile.

“I feel like a princess,” she admitted, putting her hand over the necklace. “Are you sure I can wear this? I don’t want your mother to be upset.”

“I want you to wear it. My mom lets my sisters wear it all the time. It belonged to my great-grandmother, Queen Lara. Apparently it was a gift to her from Queen Alexa when she was pregnant with my grandmother, Queen Faith.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you,” Anastasia whispered, crossing the room on her crutches to reach her lover’s side. She sighed. “It will be extremely difficult to keep my hands to myself with the way you look tonight. I want everyone to know how lucky I am.”

“I’m lucky too,” she said, caressing Anastasia through her tuxedo jacket. “You look good in a tuxedo.”

“The remaining question is tie or no tie, though. What do you think?”

“I like the bowtie,” she said, pulling at the ends of the white satin material a little to straighten it a bit. “You look sexy,” she whispered with a little grin.

Anastasia flashed a smile. “I like the way you say that. It makes me feel incredible.”

Stepping closer so their bodies were brushing together, Layla quietly said, “You’re so sexy, Stasia.”

The princess moaned a little at the feeling of her girlfriend’s body against hers, as well as her words. Instinctively one of her hands touched Layla on the back, which shot jolts of electricity up her arm at the feeling of the smooth bare skin. “Have I mentioned how much I really want you?” she asked.

Layla chuckled a little. “Yes but you know the rules.”

“I am not sure I do actually,” she replied in jest. “Jewelry did not seem to do it,” she teased.

“Oh, on the contrary, jewelry will do it. It just has to be a certain type,” Layla said playing along with the game.

Taking her girlfriend’s left hand, she kissed the tip of her ring finger. “Something tells me it has to do with a second ring that would reside on this finger.”

“You would be right,” she whispered. Her pulse began to race as the princess tenderly kissed the tips of her other fingers before clasping the hand in her own.

“We should go. It is going to be a long evening. Where is Hannah?”

“She’s coming. She just wants to make sure she looks perfect.”

Dinner was the first stop on their agenda. They made it to the restaurant without much fanfare, but there was a lull in conversation in the place as the six women were shown to their private table. Everyone’s eyes were on them, but being used to it, Anastasia and her sisters ignored it. However Layla and Hannah were unable to do so. They were uncomfortable with everyone staring at them.

“Just try to relax,” came the quiet directive from across the small table. “They just have never seen you before in our presence and are curious about you. Ignore them the best you can, and they will eventually do the same. Security will keep people from coming up to the table, so you will not have to speak to anyone.”

Layla tried to take the advice and was marginally successful. It was proving to be a difficult outing for her ,between being seen in public with the princess and having to pretend their relationship was only platonic. However, the food and company were terrific, and she was happy to be out of their confinement of the hotel.

As their meal came to a close, security came to their table. “Stasia, the press is out front. We’re going to try to sneak you all out the backdoor. There are only a few reporters loitering out there in the alley, so I think it’ll be safer.”

Anastasia nodded. “Thank you. Just let us know when you are ready for us to go.”

“The maitre d’ will be coming to escort you into the kitchen where you will wait for our signal.”

“Fine. As soon as the bill is settled, we will be ready.”

“It’s already settled. Let us know when you’re finished here.”

When they were ready to leave, the maitre d’ escorted the group to the restaurant’s kitchen where they lingered by the back door. “Welcome to the least glamorous part of my world. I often have to sneak out through the backdoors or freight elevators of places.”

“That must be difficult.”

“Just to prepare you. There were will many cameras taking pictures and people asking you questions when we walk outside. Say nothing. Just get in the car. I will be directly behind you.”

Layla nodded. A few minutes later members of the royal security team came in, strategically positioned themselves around the group, and moved them outside. Just as Anastasia had said, flashes of cameras went wild as soon as they stepped into the alley and people started shouting to get their attention. Layla and Hannah ignored them all as instructed and ducked into the back of the limousine. Even after they were securely in the car with the doors closed, the commotion continued until they were underway.

“So that happens everywhere you go?” Hannah asked.

“It always happens when we are out in public for recreational reasons. Sometimes they leave me alone if I am going to the Capitol or something. That is just business, and they do not have much interest in that. They are more interested in who is keeping us company in our beds,” she answered for her and her sisters.

“They would probably be shocked to know that you have turned toward celibacy since meeting me.”

“Not entirely out of choice mind you,” she joked. “If I thought for a moment that I could have you, I would do my best to do so. However, I respect your moral fortitude, even if it means I do not get a chance to feel all this gloriously soft skin against mine,” she whispered, caressing her girlfriend’s forearm as her lips snuck into her girlfriend’s neck.

“I think you’re determined to ruin me,” she said with a little giggle as she gently pushed her off in front of their company.

“I am determined to love you,” she amended as their mouths met.

“Get a room, you two,” teased Victoria. “Much more of that and you will not be fit to be seen.”

Breaking apart from each other, they focused on their company and spent their short drive to the theater just chatting as a group. When the car pulled up in front of the theater, some of them took a moment to freshen up before the back door was opened for them. Fortunately when they stepped from the car, the press had not caught up with their motorcade yet, leaving them with just a sea of curious onlookers as they made their way inside. The royal family had their own box at the theater, which is where they were taken by security. Once in privacy they took their seats and continued to talk until the program began.

During the intermission Anastasia asked, “How are you enjoying the evening?”

“I’m having a great time. This is fun.”

“It’s so incredible,” Hannah added.

“Well, we could venture outside our box here to the VIP lounge for some champagne if you want, but we will probably get flooded with attention. However, it is a select group of patrons of the theater, so we might be able to negotiate it well enough. It is up to you, though.”

“We could try it. I would like to walk around a bit.”

“All right. Just remember, constant denial of anything but friendship,” she reminded.

“Got it.”

“All right. Let us go.”

Walking to the door, the princesses led the way out of their box. Security escorted them to the lounge area. People immediately began to stare as they entered, but Anastasia ignored it as she went to the bar for beverages. They stood by themselves for a few moments with champagne before and an older gentleman and lady approached.

“Your highnesses,” he greeted with a bow. “What an honor it is to have you here this evening. I’m Derrick Malone, the theater manager. We’ve met previously.”

“Of course, Mr. Malone. I remember,” Anastasia said with a smile.

“This is my wife, Ashley.”

“Your highnesses,” she said with a bow of her own.

“A pleasure, Mrs. Malone. May I present my friends, Layla Stone and Hannah Winston. I believe you know my sisters.”

“It is a pleasure, Ms. Stone and Ms. Winston,” he said.

“What a beautiful necklace, Ms. Stone,” she added.

“Thank you,” she replied, looking at the princess.

The fivesome began chatting amiably as the younger princesses wandered across the room, but after a few minutes a photographer approached them asking for a picture. “He is doing this for me. We are trying to get some additional funding for the arts,” Derrick said. “Do you mind having your picture taken, your highness?”

She shook her head. “No. That is fine.”

Gesturing to the younger women, he suggested, “Perhaps one of the three of you together.”

With a smile Anastasia countered, “I have a better idea. How about one of the three of us?” She quickly passed her champagne to Layla and then moved toward the other couple. When the photograph had been taken, they chatted a few more moments before they were left alone again.

“I would have taken the picture with you,” the blonde mentioned.

“The fewer the photos of us right now the better. The press already got enough of us tonight. You two will be making tomorrow’s front page. I do not wish to exacerbate the issue.”

The second half of the play passed without much ordeal, but once again they had to sneak out the back way as to avoid as much press as possible. The media followed their car back to the hotel where the two blondes were staying but were kept at bay by security as the three went into the hotel.

Duncan Freedman was there to greet them when they made it inside. “How was your evening, your highness and ladies?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” Layla answered.

“It was great fun,” Hannah added. “But I think we are going to retire for the evening.”

“Very well. Have a pleasant rest of the evening. Good night.”

As they got into the elevator, Anastasia’s phone began to ring. She was surprised to hear Matthew Franks, her mother’s Secretary of Affairs on the other end of her phone. He explained that he was calling on her mother’s behalf, wanting to know if the princess and Layla would be at the palace tomorrow and had requested to see the two of them together.

“Then of course we will be there. We were planning on coming in the morning. Let her know, will you?”

“Certainly. Good night, Stasia.”

“Good night, Matthew. See you tomorrow.”

“What was that about?” Layla asked, seeing her girlfriend’s face.

“My mother asked to see the two of us tomorrow. I wonder what she wants.”

The following morning when they had eaten breakfast and dressed for the day they headed over to the palace. Queen Alexa was sitting in her office with Matthew and Madeline when they entered. Both stood as the princess came in.

“Good morning. You asked to see us, Mother.”

“Yes, I did. I hope you two had a pleasant evening out last night.”

“We did. It was nice to be out of the privacy of the palace for a while. Why did you want to see us?”

The queen gestured for the three of them to be left alone and then waited until they were. “Sit down,” she said, gesturing to the sofa across the room. As they walked over to take a seat, she also moved to a chair near it.

Anastasia could see a paper tucked under her mother’s arm and assumed she knew what her mother was about to say. “Are we in trouble for going out?” she asked lightly, seeing that her mother seemed somewhat more serious than normal.

“Of course not but I am concerned about something,” she said, dropping the paper down on the coffee table face up where there was a photograph of the two young women and next to it the two queens. “I know you were aware of the risks of taking Layla and Hannah with your sisters out last night, but there is one small yet significant detail you did not contemplate.”

“Which was?”

“The necklace,” she replied. Her voice took on a stern tone as she said, “Layla is wearing my grandmother’s necklace. You did not even think about what the press would make of that, did you?”

Anastasia dropped her head a little. “No, Mother. I did not.”

Seeing her girlfriend feeling bad, Layla tried to offer up her own apology. “I’m so sorry, Alexa. I never would have worn it if I knew it would upset you.”

Alexa shook her head and turned a softer gaze on the blonde. “Do not misunderstand me, Layla. I am pleased someone was able to wear it, and it looks beautiful on you. I do not take issue with that. I want that to be clear. My concern is the fact that by allowing you to wear the necklace Anastasia has sent a message to the media. Look at the photographs, ladies. Queen Lauren and Layla are wearing the same necklace in these photographs. The press picked up on that immediately. You two need to do some PR control right now. I was already going to tell you this last night when I saw the two of you on the news last night, but now it is worse. You now have two choices here. You two need to put out an adamant denial of your relationship now and invent a plausible reason for Layla to have been wearing this necklace, or you need to introduce your fiancée to the world now. You know denial is the only way for Layla to have any peace, Stasia.”

The princess nodded. “I understand, and we will issue a denial. I am sorry, Mother.”

She shook her head and gave a gentle smile. “You will have to make some adjustments to make this secret relationship work, but I have to say that I am happy you two have each other. Layla, you are a lovely young lady, and Stasia, I just want your happiness. You just need to make a strategy of how you are going to deal with the new attention Layla may be getting in response to this development. For the most peace, denial, regardless of how hard it can be, is the best solution.”

“We will handle it, Mother. Thank you for your advice.”

“If you need me to do anything, please let me know. I would be happy to help further.” All three of them stood. Giving the blonde a genuine smile once again, the queen took Layla’s hand and said, “I am happy my daughter has found you. I can tell you are like the sun in her life. You bring her warmth and happiness while giving her the ability to grow into something greater than she already is. It takes a special woman to encourage a princess into growth. I should know. I am fortunate to have such a woman myself. A princess needs a partner who respects her as she is, challenges her on what she believes, and helps her flourish into the best leader she can be. I can clearly see that is what you are for Anastasia.”

Layla flushed badly at the extraordinary compliment that had just been extended to her by her sovereign. “Thank you, Alexa,” she softly replied, continuing to blush as the queen dropped a maternally tender kiss on her cheek.

When the two young women left the queen’s office, Layla put a hand up to her cheek. “I guess I really am in if your mother just kissed me,” she joked.

“She is smitten,” Anastasia teased with a laugh. “I just hope I am a better kisser than she is.”

Smiling at her girlfriend, Layla looped an arm through Anastasia’s. “You are the best kisser ever.”

“How would you know? You only have my mother and me to compare against each other,” she joked.

“She kisses like a mother, but your kiss turns me on from my head to my toes.”

“Good to know,” she replied with a smile.

Toward the end of June Hannah and Layla had decided to go visit Hannah’s parents in New Hampshire for a long weekend before the anticipated cruise the princess had promised. On the night before they were scheduled to leave, Layla and Anastasia had retired early for the evening. The two quickly found themselves wrapped up in each other’s arms exploring their deepening relationship for hours before the princess drifted to sleep. Layla, however, still had a few things to do before bed that night, like packing for her trip to Hannah’s parents’ house, so she began to do so for their four-day excursion. Every once in awhile she looked over to the woman sleeping in her bed. It never ceased to amaze her how incredibly fortunate she was to have the princess, but there was still part of her that missed her parents. A little while later there was a soft knock on her door. She glanced over at Anastasia who merely groaned in her sleep and turned onto her side away from the door, leaving her bare back on display. Quietly going to answer it, Layla opened it to find her best friend dressed in her pajamas.

Hannah looked at the sleeping princess before smiling at her friend. “Wearing out the heir, are we?” she teased.

Layla blushed. “It’s not what it looks like,” she softly answered.

“Oh really? You mean you’re not having sex with her?” she joked.

“No. I haven’t even seen her naked.”

“That’s not naked?” she questioned with a grin.

“She has a pair of shorts on under there,” she defended. “Now did you come here for someone other reason than to harass me?”

With a nod Hannah said, “I just wanted to know if you needed to put anything in my bag before I went to bed. We have such an early start tomorrow. We’re supposed to leave at 5:00.”

“I managed to get it all in two bags, but thanks anyway,” she said softly.

“Are you all right?” she questioned, seeing the contemplative look on her friend’s face.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking about my parents before you knocked.”

“I know it’s hard, but I’m really happy you have Stasia and her family.”

“Me too. I’m not sure I could do this without her.”

“All right. Well, I’m going to bed,” she said. The two women hugged for a moment. “Good night. Kiss the princess for me,” she teased.

Layla smiled and chuckled a little. “Good night, Hannah.”

Early the next morning all three women got up at the same time for breakfast. Hannah was still in her playful mood from the night before, even on just a few hours of sleep. “So how did you two sleep?”

“Fine,” Layla mumbled into her coffee.

“Quite well. Thank you for asking. You?”

She cracked a grin as she took a sip of her coffee. “I slept well and had dreams of a hot naked redhead,” she teased.

Layla choked a little on her toast at the comment. “Are you all right?” Anastasia asked, not knowing it was the comment that had caused her fiancée to choke.

“I’m fine,” she replied, glaring at her friend, a look that didn’t go unnoticed by the princess.

“Is something going on between you two?”

Layla shook her head, but Hannah gave another smile. “Oh, Layla just let me see you naked while you were asleep,” she teased. “It gave me pleasant dreams.”

Anastasia laughed while Layla blushed. “Is that all?” she asked. “My, my, it does not take much to make my girl blush, does it?” Hannah continued to laugh along with the princess. Playing along for a bit, she asked, “So, I take it from your dream that you liked what you saw. I hope it was my good side at least.”

“It was just your back,” Layla defended.

“I’m sure you don’t have a bad side. Seeing all that did make me wish I had one of those, though,” she joked.

The princess chuckled. “Sorry. You would have to be all right with being with a woman and someone your junior to snag another Washington. I am sure Camille would be interested.”

“Seventeen is a bit young. Granted she does have a hot body,” she said with a smile.

“Hannah!” Layla exclaimed.

“What? Why can’t I appreciate it?”

“You absolutely can,” Anastasia said. “I just did not think you were inclined that way.”

Hannah shrugged. “I suppose being around the two of you is rubbing off on me,” she joked.

“Are you serious?” Layla inquired. “Are you having feelings for women?”

Hannah shrugged again. “Would it be bad if that were the case?”

“Not at all. I would like to have you in the fold,” Anastasia said with a smile. “We just want you to be happy.”

“Well, I am beginning to wonder. The men in my life certainly have never done it for me. Why not try women on for size?”

“This is not something you just try on though, is it?” Layla asked. “Surely you have an inclination whether or not you are truly interested in women.”

Hannah nodded. “All right. My curiosity has been aroused. Your girlfriend saw to that,” she said with a teasing smile.

Layla sat there quietly for a moment. “If that is really the case, you could not do better than Camille.”

“She is good looking. I’ll give you that, but she seems kind of quiet, though.”

“Not once you get to know her. Think about it,” Layla encouraged.

“She is almost eighteen,” Anastasia added.

Hannah shook her head. “She’s too young, but she is cute.” Then she added, “Of course so is David Mitchell. Talk about tall, dark, and handsome. Although he’s another mysteriously quiet one.”

“David is the truest friend a person could have. He is loyal and kind. He saved my life. That tells me all I need to know about what kind of person he is,” Anastasia said.

“He would be a good match for you,” Layla said with a smile. “He’s a sweet guy.”

Anastasia nodded in agreement. “Both of them will be on the cruise with us, so that will give you ample opportunity to get to know each of them better. Maybe I could put your room in between theirs, and you can just wander back and forth across that fence all you want,” she joked, making both of the blondes laugh.

At exactly 5:00 the girls told Anastasia good bye and headed to the airport on their way to New Hampshire to see Hannah’s parents. “This might be one of the last times you’re ever on a commercial plane, so enjoy coach class while you can,” Hannah teased her friend.

Layla chuckled at bit but then conceded, “You’re probably right. Big changes are coming soon. I just don’t know if I’m ready for them.”

“Are you kidding me? This has been the most incredible month already. I can’t wait for the cruise next week.”

“Yeah, it has been incredible. I just see how the family deals with the press all the time. That’ll be a tough change.”

“But she’s totally worth it, Layla. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are when you’re with her.”

“I am happy with her. I just wish my parents could see that.”

Hannah nodded and looped her arm through her friend’s. “Maybe they’ll come around.”

“You have more hope than I do,” she mumbled. “They were adamant in their decision.”

“Give it time. You never know. They may come around, but even if they don’t, you have a family in Stasia’s and mine.”

For the first two days the two women hung out with Hannah’s family enjoying themselves. However, early in the morning on the third day the family was all sitting around having breakfast when a loud commotion diverted their attention outside. Hannah’s father went into the front room and opened the blinds to see what was happening.

“Oh my goodness,” he said, quickly closing them again. “We have a problem.”

“What is it? What’s the matter?” Hannah’s mother inquired as he came back into the kitchen.

“There’s a hoard of people standing outside our house, and most of them have cameras.” He looked at Layla. “Is there something you girls need to tell us?”

Hannah got up from the table and went to look out the window herself. “Layla, he’s right. The press is outside. This is bad.”

“What could they possibly want, girls?” he asked.

Hannah’s mother looked at the two blondes before asking, “Does this have to do with Princess Anastasia and that gigantic ring you’re wearing, Layla?”

“It might,” she conceded, looking at her best friend. “Did you tell anyone? You’re the only one that knows.”

“I swear I didn’t tell anyone. I would never do that,” Hannah frantically asserted. “Who else knows? The royal family would never say anything. You and I haven’t said anything. Are you sure no one else knows?”

“I told my parents, but they’re ashamed of me. They wouldn’t tell the media. They think I’m a degenerate going to hell, because Anastasia and I are engaged. That’s not something they want people to know.”

“You’re marrying the princess?” Hannah’s mother inquired with a smile. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you but no one was supposed to know.”

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Honey, call the police. Layla, call the princess. I’m going to go find out what they want.”

Layla did as she was told. It took her a moment before she was connected. “Stasia, we have a problem. There’s a mob of reporters here.”

“I had hoped they had not found you yet. I literally just saw your parents on the news, and your father was furious. He has called me several insulting names and demanded you return to him immediately. I am so sorry, but the world knows about us now. The local police have already been contacted and should be on their way, and I am sending a plane and security for you immediately. Until they get there you should not go anywhere. Stay in the house and away from the windows. I cannot tell you how sorry I am about this. This was the last thing I wanted.”

Layla gave a long sigh. “So they really are here for me? I can’t believe he would do this. He’s lost his mind, Stasia.”

“I am sorry. I do not know what to say about him. We will have to deal with this someway, but right now my concern is with you. I just want you to be safe.”

Seeing Hannah’s father come back into the kitchen, Layla said, “Hannah’s father went outside before I called you to see what they wanted.”

“No one goes outside,” Anastasia directed.

“It’s you. They’re looking for you, Princess Layla,” he said.

“Anastasia wants everyone to stay inside. She is sending the police and her security team,” Layla relayed.

“Layla, you need to listen to me. This is important,” Anastasia said. “I know you have one more day there in New Hampshire, but under the circumstances, I am not sure that is a good idea. However, if you really want to stay, security can make it happen. Talk it over with Hannah, so you can have a decision by the time they arrive. They will have to juggle their schedule for that, but it can be done should you want it to.”

“I don’t want to cause a problem.”

“Sweetheart, your life as you know it has just changed forever. Security is at your disposal to accommodate your schedule, not the other way around. Whether you are ready or not, your father has just thrust you into the international spotlight. The media knows that you are my fiancée now, which means they see you as a member of the royal family. You have to be extremely careful what you say and what you do. I think it might be advisable that you return here to the palace, so we can face the media for the first time together.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“All right. If that is the way you feel, you need to pack up your belongings and leave with security when they get there. Do not say a word to the press when you go outside. Just get into the car with security and leave. If you want to bring Hannah back with you, make sure she is ready to go as well. I would recommend that she come, because it may be difficult for her to leave tomorrow. The press will linger outside her house for the next few days. I will have police stay there, but it might be better if she came back.”

“I’ll ask her what she wants to do.”

“All right. Now I actually have to go. I need to meet with Maddy and my mothers on how best to handle this development. Are you going to be all right until security gets there?”

“We’ll be fine.”

“All right. Call me back if things get too tense for you. The police should be there any minute.”

When they got off the phone, Anastasia and Madeline headed down to the queen’s office. Both queens were already there with Matthew Franks. Alexa stood as her daughter entered the room and watched her limp on her crutches over to the sofa. Dropping her head Anastasia ran her hands through her red hair. “Someone please give me some ideas on how to deal with this,” she said.

“Has Layla seen the news?”

“No. There are reporters outside of the Winston’s house right now, though. She is preoccupied with that. I hope she does not turn on the TV. She does not need to see her father going on like that on national television. I do not care so much what he has said about me, but I do care about it hurting her.”

Alexa came and took a seat next to her daughter. “The media will take care of him. They will air his anger and show him for what he is. The majority of America is behind you. They know you now as not only the heir to the throne but also as a national military hero. You are trusted and respected by the country. His demise in the public eye will be swift and acute,” she assured.

“But Layla… she will be devastated when she sees what her father has done, what her father has said.”

“That cannot be avoided, and for that we are all sorry. All of us will be here for her, but the secrecy on which you two relied is no longer intact. She must be protected, and that will mean major changes for her. We need to think of a plan.”

“We will. My biggest concern after getting her here back safely is what to say to the press. We are supposed to go on this cruise for the month of July. I do not want to delay that, but the media will not rest until they have at least had an opportunity to lay eyes upon us together. I do not want the trip ruined, because they are overzealous for her. Do I let them have their first chance with her before we leave or wait the extra month?”

“I think under the circumstance it might be better just to get it over with, Stasia,” Madeline said.

“I agree,” Matthew chimed in. “Now that your veil of secrecy is no longer in place, things will escalate until they get their chance. Better to do it on your terms.”

Anastasia looked at her mothers. “What do you think?”

Lauren came to take a seat on the other side of her daughter and placed a hand on her knee. “When the public found out about your mother and me, it was extremely difficult for me as the outsider to deal with the press. I tried to distance myself from them and even tried to escape the obligation of marrying your mother to avoid them to try to preserve my privacy, but it really only made things worse in the long run. This will be hard for Layla. It is a real adjustment, but it is better to go ahead and face this now.”

Anastasia looked at her mother. Alexa nodded. “Your mother is correct. It is going to be much harder for Layla than you, but it is best to do it now when it is on your terms. Madeline can control the environment, so this event unfolds in the best possible way.”

“All right. Everyone seems to think it is best to just tell them now before the trip. The question becomes how.”

“We can have a press conference as early as tomorrow if you want. How comfortable do you think Layla will be talking in public?” Madeline inquired.

“I have no idea.”

“We can ask her, but there are two choices. You can introduce her, and she can speak, or she can stand next to you and say nothing.”

“That does not seem right. I would think it would be better to have her speak. She is quite charming, and people will see that immediately.”

“She is that,” Alexa agreed. “I think the public would like to hear her say a few words. It does not have to anything formal.”

Madeline paced the room as she thought. “We would just have to set up some rules with the press. We would not the conference to be interrupted with questions about her father. That would not be pleasant for her.”

“Absolutely no questions about her parents. Any person that even speaks their names should be removed,” Anastasia said.

Madeline nodded. “Certainly. Let me get to work on some speeches and call the press conference. Of course this means the departure time for the trip will have to be delayed for a day. We will need to get Layla and Hannah out of that apartment and into the palace or your house for the rest of the summer for optimum security of course.”

“I agree. They can stay at my house. When they arrive here this afternoon, take them immediately to the penthouse to gather their belongings and then go to mine.”

“One more small detail,” Madeline said. “She needs a makeover for the press conference tomorrow.”

“She does not. She is perfectly lovely as she is,” Anastasia replied with a frown.

“She is absolutely lovely, but you cannot send her out there to meet them in her regular clothes. That would not be fair to her. The game has changed, and they expect to see her wearing something befitting of a princess. She needs a new wardrobe and now. Victoria’s stylist will take care of her hair and makeup tomorrow.”

“All right. Her style seems kind of similar to Victoria’s, so find out who makes her clothes and have them bring some things to the house for her. I will take her shopping in New York when we stop there on our cruise, so she can buy what makes her most comfortable.”

“Do you know what size she is?”

“No idea. Go to the penthouse and rummage through her clothes to find her sizes if you must. Let us just get on with it. She is not going to like this,” she mumbled. “It is so much so fast. She does not like fast.”

The rest of the day continued at a frenzied pace for the royal family and Layla. When the security detail had arrived at the Winston house to take her away, she was bombarded with questions and photographs the moment she stepped outside the house. It was absolutely terrifying to be rushed by all those people, even with security forming a tight circle around her, each trying desperately to be the one that got the first photo of the princess’s bride-to-be.

Then when they arrived back in D.C. the two women had to vacate their apartment immediately and move in with Anastasia. The press followed her everywhere and remained at the gates of the redhead’s house, even after they were closed, furiously taking pictures of her. However, once inside silence prevailed for a moment.

“Layla, is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?” Lydia inquired.

The blonde shook her head. “Just tell me where Stasia is.”

“She just arrived back here a little while ago. I believe you will find her in the study with Madeline.”

Both Layla and Hannah went in search of the princess and found her as predicted sitting on the sofa in the study. The two were engrossed in conversation about something Anastasia was holding while the TV was on in the background. Looking up she gave a sympathetic smile as she rose. Opening up her arms, she received her fiancée into them.

“Are you all right?” she quietly asked.

Layla shook her head. “That was terrifying. They wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“I am deeply sorry that it has come to this, Layla.”

“They were everywhere, even outside your house.”

“They are always outside my house. They are broadcasting live from outside the gates at this very moment,” she mentioned, pointing to the TV. “I saw you pull up this way. I know you just arrived home, but we have many things to do this afternoon. Tomorrow you and I are giving a press conference where we will be officially announcing our engagement. I wish it could be delayed, but in light of what has happened, this has been deemed the best choice of action. Madeline’s staff has been working on a speech for you, and you need to go over it with her to make sure you are comfortable with what you are supposed to say.”

“A speech? I can’t give a speech,” she protested. “I’ve never spoken to a large public audience before.”

“It will be fine. It is not of any great length, but you cannot just stand next to me and say nothing. They expect a few words from you. You also have to decide what you are going to wear to the announcement. I took the liberty of summoning some of Victoria’s favorite designers to bring potential outfits for you to try. Pick the one you like the best and in which you feel the most comfortable. We will be buying you a new wardrobe in New York when we get there.”

“I don’t need a new wardrobe. What’s wrong with the clothes I own now?”

Giving her a gentle smile, the redhead said, “I do not care what clothes you wear, because you are beautiful just as you are, and I love you for who you are, but the public is expecting a certain kind of woman to be at my side. That woman is dressed in the most fashionable way possible. She is dressed like the princess she soon will be.”

“What will you be wearing tomorrow?”

“A casual summer suit. I have my options lying on the bed upstairs. You can pick whichever one you like for me to wear if you wish. Once you have decided on your outfit, please return here, so we can finish these speeches.”

With that the princess retook her seat on the sofa. Hannah and Layla went upstairs to where Layla’s outfit choices had been prepared for her. The blondes looked them over together. “I can’t give a speech, Hannah. She can’t expect that from me.”

“Apparently she does. You can do this, Layla. I’ve seen you speak in front of people at school. You’re good at it.”

“Yeah but I wasn’t speaking to the whole world then. Now I will be.”

“Just find out what she wants you to say first before you panic. You’re going to have to get used to it some time. You’re going to be a princess and eventually queen.”

“Oh God, I am, aren’t I?” she asked. She would one day be queen. While she had contemplated it before, suddenly the reality panicked her.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t given that any consideration?”

She shrugged. “I have thought about it.”

Taking her friend by the shoulders, Hannah gazed deeply into her blue eyes. “My friend, you are about to go on a journey that ends with you being the queen of this country. You are going to assume such tremendous power beyond your wildest fantasies on the arm of that sexy redhead down there,” she teased. “She’s literally offered you the world, and you’ve accepted it. She wants you to go out there and officially accept in public what you’ve already done in private. Just look into her eyes and tell her once again why you want to be her wife. That’s all you have to do. If people see how much you love her, they will accept you.”

Layla nodded. “You’re right. I can do that.”

“Good. Now let’s look at these clothes. I can’t believe you get a whole new wardrobe. I’m so jealous,” she joked.

“You can always borrow whatever you want. What is mine is always yours.”

“If only that were true of your lover,” she teased.

Layla blushed hotly but laughed at the joke. “Come on. Help me pick out something to wear.”

An hour later the women returned downstairs. Hannah smiled at the princess as she plopped down next to her on the sofa. She placed her hand on her thigh and winked at her saucily. “You must know that I am only human, Hannah. I love Layla and would never be unfaithful, but I might spontaneously combust if you touch me like that due to the fact that I cannot reciprocate,” she said, knowing her friend was only playing with her.

“Still it’s fun to watch you struggle,” she teased.

Layla just shook her head and wedged her way between them on the couch. Looking at Madeline she said, “All right. Let’s see this speech.”

The Secretary of Affairs handed it over to her. “Have you ever used a teleprompter?” She shook her head. “All right. We will have one brought over here this evening, so you can practice with it.”

The foursome sat in silence watching Layla read her script. It only took a few moments before she shook her head. “I would never say this. This doesn’t sound like me at all.”

“You can change anything you want,” Anastasia said. “Just give Madeline some direction.”

“Give me the pen,” she said, reaching for the one in her girlfriend’s hand. Turning the page over to the blank side, she began to write. The words followed out of her and onto the page easily as she thought about how she would describe her feelings for her fiancée. Everyone just quietly watched her for about half an hour until she handed the page back to Madeline. “How’s this instead?”

Madeline began to read silently. The other three women watched her carefully trying to assess her opinion of it. The Secretary of Affairs smiled and chuckled as she read before growing silent as her eyes began to tear. It took her a moment to respond when she finished reading it. “Well, I guess you might be a princess that does not need a speech writer. This is beautiful. I was moved, and the people will be, too. You can tell how genuine these words are, and that is exactly what we were looking for here.”

“May I see it?” Anastasia inquired.

Layla shook her head. “No. You will just have to wait and hear it at the same time everyone else does.”

“Let me just clean it up a bit and put in a segue from Anastasia’s speech into yours. I will have it typed up and then come back after dinner with the teleprompter to help you learn it.”

For the rest of the evening the blonde was sequestered away with Hannah and Madeline. As much as Anastasia wanted to know what was going on in the study, she left the women to themselves to prepare for the big day tomorrow. In fact, it was late when the blonde came to bed, but the princess received her into her arms as if she had been away forever. Together they tenderly reconnected before drifting to sleep.

The next morning everyone headed over to the palace early to prepare for the big press conference. As was the day before, the press was anxiously awaiting their appearance outside the princess’s residence. However they were not acknowledged as the group got into the limo. The media followed them to the palace but were left behind at the gate. The queens and other princesses greeted them warmly before they sat for breakfast, after which the preparation began for the announcement.

At 11:00 that morning the royal family and Hannah congregated in the front foyer of the palace. Anastasia pulled at the cuffs of her suit jacket as she waited on Layla to arrive with Madeline. She wore the khaki-colored linen suit and light blue shirt Layla had chosen for her, but she did wonder why it was the outfit of choice. A few moments later she had her answer as she saw her fiancée and Madeline walking down the corridor together. Anastasia felt as she if couldn’t breathe for a moment. Layla was wearing a light blue summer dress that bared her arms and legs from the knee downward. On her feet were a pair of heels that added two inches to her height, and her hair and makeup had been done by Victoria’s stylist, making her appear youthful and yet sophisticated. Gone was the adorable innocence, which had been replaced by elegant refinement.

“Wow,” Anastasia mumbled. “You look amazing.”

She still blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. You look good, too.”

“Are you ready?” She nodded. “Hold onto my arm,” the princess instructed. Turning to Madeline she said, “We are ready.”

“Good luck,” Alexa said with a supportive smile for her daughter and Layla. “They are going to love you, Layla, as much as we do.”

“Thank you, Alexa.” Smiling at the woman she loved, she gripped her by the arm just above her elbow. “Let’s go.”

Madeline headed outside ahead of them. Anastasia and Layla went at a considerably slower pace due to Anastasia’s use of her crutches. However, as soon as they stepped out the door, they could hear the cameras begin. The blonde gingerly held to her girlfriend’s arm as Anastasia eased herself down the stairs on her crutches before they continued to the platform where Madeline was standing. Standing at the back of it for a moment, they waited for Madeline to introduce the princess.

When her name was announced, Anastasia smiled at Layla before stepping to the podium. She smiled at the crowd for a moment as they clapped vigorously for her. “My fellow Americans, thank you for joining me here today on a particularly special day. More than a decade ago my mother, Queen Alexa II, decreed that each member of the royal family was free to choose a spouse based on nothing but their own criteria. This was a profound break from tradition, but such decree has brought us an amazing queen of the people in my mother, Queen Lauren.” She paused as the crowd cheered for Lauren, who was an immensely popular figure in the family. “I owe gratitude to my mothers for making this possible for me by taking those daring steps together, because they have altered the course of history for what I believe to the better. It is their courage that has led me on a path up to this moment. I come before you today reeling from the joyous fortune that has been bestowed upon me as I have met a woman who has captured my heart, my soul, and my imagination in ways I never even remotely thought possible. It is my great pleasure to announce to you that I have found my future queen, and her name is Layla Elise Stone.” The crowd screamed excitedly at the pronouncement, making her pause and smile. “About a year ago I was blessed to meet Layla in Dallas, Texas while touring the country. The moment I saw her something about her that took me by utter surprise. This woman was so filled with the spirit of life. She evoked such emotion in those around her and me, and I fell for her almost immediately upon that first meeting. In the last year she has taught me how to live by teaching me how to feel true, deep, powerful emotions. Layla is a profoundly religious woman and relies upon her faith to guide her on a path of righteousness, which I have never seen from another human. Her entire life has been devoted to giving to those around her, and she had given to me most of all. She has bestowed upon me the opportunity to grow into a person who truly understands the diversity of this nation and the need for acceptance of its people. She has taught me to not only see and hear people with my eyes and ears but also to view them through my heart. It is her passion for life and compassion for people, which has led me to this choice, and as you come to know her through the years, I believe you will see the genuine humanity she possesses.” She paused and glanced over her shoulder at the women about whom she had been speaking. Layla was wearing an adorable modest blush and smile. Anastasia smiled at her before turning back toward the media. “As I know you all are anxious to meet her, let me now to present to you, my fellow Americans, Ms. Layla Stone.”

The mob of media screamed as the princess stepped aside for the blonde. Layla smiled at the gathering as she continued to blush at the attention, but as the moments passed and they did not settle, she looked at Anastasia, who just smiled in return but didn’t make a move to intervene. Instead she continued to clap the best she could through her crutches for her fiancée. Several minutes passed as she just stood there, but the crowd did not cease their applause.

Finally though she gave a little nod and another smile as she said, “Thank you. Thank you very much.” Still the noise continued, so she tried again. “Thank you. Thank you all.” It didn’t get quiet, so as a last ditch effort, she said, “Thank you. I appreciate your acknowledgement, but if you keep clapping you’re going to make me too nervous to get through my speech.” The press chuckled at the joke but began to settle at her words. When it had grown quiet enough, she gave another smile. “Thank you. Thank you for that warm reception. You don’t know what it means for a young woman like me from Texas to be standing here before you. As Stasia already said, I’m Layla Stone, and I am humbled to be here before you all having accepted Stasia’s hand in marriage.”

The group cheered at the pronouncement. She paused until they settled to continue. “A year ago I had the pleasure of meeting Princess Anastasia at the children’s hospital where I had been volunteering in Dallas. When I first saw her, my first thought was, ‘Wow, she’s really cute.’” The group laughed as she smiled at her fiancée. “However, it quickly became obvious to me that Stasia’s beauty went far beyond her physical presence. To see her with those children and with their parents truly listening to their concerns made me realize her great capacity for caring about her people. When we parted ways that day, I didn’t know what might become of us, if anything, but I was excited by the thought of seeing how the crowned princess connected to people. The following day we met under less than pleasant circumstances. In fact, I had just unexpectedly lost someone close to me, but Stasia was there without reservation. We hardly knew each other, but she opened her arms and embraced me like a best friend or a member of the family might. There was no pretense as she held me and consoled me over my loss, and it was in that moment I realized she was not extraordinary because she was the crowned princess but because of her simplistic way of being able to relate to people at a fundamental level. I looked up into those blue eyes and saw that she felt my pain. They conveyed the ultimate compassion, and being held in her arms made me feel safe in a way I had never experienced in my life,” she added, looking at the redhead who stood just off to her side.

“We quickly became friends and then much more, as I began to feel more deeply for her than anyone else I had ever known. Then just three short months after we met, her country called her to duty. Stasia never doubted answering that call, rather she had an enormous sense of pride in being able to serve her country. I was greatly moved that she considered herself an example of a patriotic soldier, willing to defend the country we all hold so dear, even though I was terrified of what our time apart might hold. No one could have foreseen then what was to happen.” She paused for a moment to collect herself for what she was to say next. “My heart went with her to sea, and it shattered into a million pieces the night I heard what had happened to her. To receive the call that she had been gravely wounded in battle and not being able to do anything was practically more than I could bear. She almost died out there on the water saving the lives of others,” she whispered as tears came to her eyes.

She dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her ring fingers, trying to keep the tears from falling, and saw her audience felt the way she did about her fiancée’s sacrifice. “Her Majesty Queen Alexa was kind enough to allow me to see her at the military hospital where she was recovering from her injuries, but I’ll admit that I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle the new woman she was. However, once again she proved that underneath all those bandages and her broken body, she had the same loving spirit that originally drew me to her. Through all that suffering she endured and still does, she never second-guessed her commitment to serve her people or her country. She has been a true hero at every step of the way, and she has taught me a great deal about sacrificing one’s self for those around you. In that little unadorned hospital room on a military base in the Middle East, she held me in her strong safe arms and said the words that forever changed my life. Right there without fanfare she told me she wanted to marry me, and I knew I was hers forever. Regardless of what our future might hold together, I knew she was the only one that I could ever love,” she quietly said, casting a look at her fiancée.

Taking another second to compose herself, she continued, “I know the acceptance of Stasia’s hand gives me a great responsibility to the people of this country, and I will do my best to honor it. The Washington family has served the people for generations, and I am proud to be joining them in the quest for a continually improved America. Thank you for allowing me into your lives today and for giving me the opportunity to serve you. God bless you and God bless America.”

When she was finished, she stepped toward Anastasia and curved her arms around her waist as the media cheered for the two of them. The redhead leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Well done. That was really moving.”

“I meant every word,” she said, smiling up at her before they kissed each other sweetly. It was only the roar of the crowd that broke them apart. Layla blushed, and the princess just smiled brightly while Madeline took the podium again to direct the question and answer session.

When she took the first question, the man asked, “Your highness, when can we expect the glorious event of your marriage?”

“Layla and I have talked about this seriously, and we both feel strongly that she finish her education first. Given that, the earliest opportunity would be next summer, but we both would like to have the ceremony at the earliest possible moment thereafter.”

“Ms. Stone, how many children would you and Princess Anastasia like to have?”

The blonde smiled and flushed a little. “We haven’t decided on an exact number. To quote Stasia, I would say at least the heir and the spare,” she joked, which drew laughter from her girlfriend and the gathering. “God willing, he will bless us as much as possible with children. I love them, and I would like nothing more than fill the palace with sound of innocent laughter only children possess. I assure you not matter what you will not lack more princesses when the time arrives.”

“Have you given any thought to what roles you would like to assume in the royal family once you graduate?”

She shook her head. “I think I will be taking the next few years to figure out where I might best be of help.”

“What are your interests?” another reporter inquired.

“I love church, singing, and volunteering.”

“Your highness, if I may ask a more serious question. With Ms. Stone’s religious background, what assurances are you prepared to give the people who believe in the religious freedom on which this country was founded?”

“My family and I believe in religious freedom now as much as we ever have. Layla has brought her faith into this relationship, and by extension I have found faith in Christianity. That faith has helped sustain me through many things already, and I am thankful to her for showing me the power of it. However, I do assure you as I stand before you now, that my faith has no bearing on the queen’s directives. Furthermore, if I someday do become queen, it will have no influence on my own. I believe faith is a deeply personal matter, and I wholly intend to continue to embrace the diversity of our nation. Those who believe in a higher power and those who do not will be equally welcome in this palace and in this country for as long as the Washingtons are the guiding presence of this nation.”

“Ms. Stone, would you like to comment further on that declaration?”

“Stasia and I discussed this subject in depth and at length. She feels strongly that the foundation of this country is the secular values on which it is based, and I agree. I told her I must not be denied my right to practice my faith if I took her hand, and she understands that need. I fully intend to keep practicing my faith. Therefore, I could never deny someone else the same right, even if that person chose not to believe anything. I agree with her that faith is personal, and I intend to keep mine so.”

Looking at Madeline, Anastasia gave her a look, which her Secretary understood well after all the time they had been working together. The princess was ready to be finished with the interview. Taking the unspoken instruction, she closed the session of questions and thanked everyone for their time. Then slowly the threesome made their way back into the palace.

“They were starting to get too serious,” the redhead said. “I think everyone could sense what was unspoken today.”

Madeline nodded. Turning to Layla she said, “Eventually we will have to address the problem of your parents, specifically your father.”

“There’s nothing I can do. They disowned me and want nothing to do with me. I would do anything to make them stop spitting accusations about Stasia.”

“We will think of something. You did well for your first time out there,” Madeline complimented. “You made them laugh and cry all in one speech. You moved them by being yourself.”

“You were fantastic,” Anastasia added.

“Thanks,” she replied, assisting Anastasia up the stairs.

For the rest of the day they hung around the palace with the royal family spending time together before the big cruise began. That evening the couple lounged in bed catching up on the news before sleep. They watched the replay of their press conference, as every major network ran it, but Layla’s father also had his own interview that day. Both women watched in silence as he spewed hateful rhetoric about the princess and his own daughter. Knowing it was upsetting to her fiancée, Anastasia turned it off and curved her arms tighter around her.

“It is going to be all right. I have you. You are safe and loved here with me.”

The blonde cried in the arms of her beloved for several minutes. “Why does he hate me so much for just following my heart?”

The princess shook her head. “I do not know, but you are loved by the world. You are amazing, kind, compassionate, loving, giving, tender. The list is unending. He has no foundation for his arguments but his hate, and today you showed the world why there is no reason to hate you. You are angelic. It is me with whom he has a problem, and the people will not stand for that for long. I promise you. The world will shortly come to love you as much as I do. No one stands a chance against your smile and your genuine compassion for others.”

“Thank you for being here, Stasia. I’m not sure I could get through this without you.”

“You can and will, and I will be by your side every step of the way.”

Continued in Chapter 12

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