Part 1:

Yorie shook his head as he slammed his phone down. I winced as he did and looked over at him from his couch. His olive face was red, His hands clinging to the edge of the counter making his knickles white. I’ve seen him mad plenty of times as we had known eachother for almost six years. I sighed placing my pale hands on my lap. I heard him kick the counter next knowing it was coming. He came around and sat on the other couch. I just looked at his blue eyes as he picked up the book we were studying from. His mind totally not on the book at hand.
    “Yorie?” He closed his eyes then looked over at me.
    “Yes, Cirla?” He spoke with a heavey accent and what he told me i’m the only one that can understand what he was saying. I placed my note book down and leaned foward. His blue eyes scanned me for a moment as I looked at him. He was tall, lean, exquistly dezined like a god… well being a prince he wasn’t too far from it. His hair was black but his eyes blue and with the dark olive skin made his eyes gleam no matter what mood he was in. He has yet to tell me what ‘Cirla’ means. I’ve asked but he always laugh and tells me the day will come when he’ll tell me.
    “What was that phone call?” He then tossed the book on the table and rubbed his face with his hands letting out a breath of held in air.
    “My father.”
    “Oh.. him wanting you to meet that princess again?”
    “Yes…. he says the only way to get out of it is if I can present a well educated, groomed,pure, beautiful woman to him and have him aprove.”
    “Well, thats different then the last call.” He sighed shaking his head chuckling.
    “Cirla, you amuse me with you American ways.” I shrugged.
    “So whats so bad about this princess?”
    “She is not my type. I’ve met her only once and she’s too flamboyant.” I nodded and sighed to myself.
    “Maybe you should…”
    “I got it.” He stood suddenly making me jump back at his outburst. “You Cirla.”
    “Me?? Me what??”
    “Come to my country. Pretent we are involved and maybe father will leave me alone. We are both graduating in a few days time and we will be good together.” I stared at him for a moment then laughed. He frowned not knowing why  I was laughing.
    “Yorie.. there is no way we can pull that off. Your father hates Americans probably why he said that to you on thse phone. He knows  you wouldn’t do anything that he wouldn’t aprove on.”
    “Then we make him approve.”
    “But… I have no intensions on marrying you.”
    “Then… be by myside. Maybe you will gain to love me while we are there.’ I shook my head.
    “Look, I’ll go with you to your country, meet this princess again and if things dont turn out well.. then i will consider it.” He litterally leaped over the coffee table picked me up and swung me around.
    “Thank you, Cirla.” He sat me back down and went to the phone. He dailed the long phone number then he talked for maybe a minute in his language nice. I watched his expressions and then his voise became harsh and he was almost yelling.   
    “Yorie… i’m going to go.” He said something then turned to me.
    “Ok, Czarina. I’ll see you in class in the morning.” I nodded picked up my bag and left his apartment shaking my head.

    He paced the front hallway of his mansion waiting for his son and this Linton he had ‘fallen in love with’. He didnt believe for a minute that his son would disobey him like that. He needed to marry a well groomed, educated beautiful princess not some Linton whore. His hands behind his straight back as he turned that back towards the door. His one hand at his chin as he stopped a few feet from the front door. His right hand man standing by the stair case watching his movements.
    “Sire.” His green eyes looked at the grey older ones even though himself was reaching mid 40’s he still had his black curly hair and strong phycic. “Czarina is a very beautiful women. Yorie has sent pictures to you that you didnt even want to see. I saw them when i was cleaning out your e-mails.” They spoke in their language as there was no reason to speak in any other at the moment.
    “I cant believe that my son would disobey my oders.”   
    “You cant put a stop on love. Even your wife wasnt a princess or from this country.”
    “She wasnt Linton.” He hated that country with a passion. His stomach turned each time he thought about the tramps that came to his country on vacations. Their cloths nothing more then fabric hanging from thin thread… and some that doesnt even have thread. He sent his son over there to get educated not some girl nucked up.
    “Your pasing judgement even before you meet her.” He glared at Jennings. His green eyes cloudy with anger as he knew he was right.
    “If Yorie doesnt like this princess I have for him then there are plenty other that will suit him just fine.”
    “Maybe… he has found his princess.” He was about to retort that when the door opened and he hear a female laugh and a familier male chuckle. He turned to the couple. His stomach reached his throat before he could stop it. The Linton was hanging from his sons arm looking up at him with hazil brown eyes that matched the aburn hair that to his surprise wasnt colored but her natural hair style. She stood maybe five feet tall as his son towered over her. her laughter was like the water falls behind his house. Calming, sensual, and damn near breath taking. He stared at them for a moment almost forgetting his royal manners and where the women had come from. his breath caught in his throat as she had turned those beautiful eyes on him. Her shirt was exactly that a shirt, not low, not tight but suited her small frame. Her jeans were tight at the hip but went down past her anckles to sneakers. her shirt was short sleeved since it had been summer here. She wore no makeup, no jewlery, no other assesories. Even though she was just as breath taking without the extras. He didnt say or do anything until his son spoke bringing his clouded head back to ground level.

    “Father, this is Czarina. Cirla, this is my father, Sheik Xander.” Yorie instroduced us as he should. The green eyes looked cloudy with what I wasnt sure. He made no movement as i looked up at him. He shared Yories frame maybe a little more meusculare, same skin tone but those eyes. Very green as the grass was outside. i didnt blame Yorie for wanting to cower away from this man. He looked like he could take on ten Yories and be ready for more. He wore black slacks, white button up shirt mid sleeves with a blue vest over it. He stood straight without slack as Yorie had done plenty of times. I unlinked my arm from Yorie and cuirtsied best possable without a dress.
    “Its a please to finally meet you, sir.” I gave him my sweet smile still standing next to Yorie as he didnt say anything.
    “And the man by the steps is Jennings. Fathers right hand man.” I felt the green eyes still following me as I put my hand out for the grey eyed man as he had smiled in my direction. We shook hands for a breif moment.
    “It’s a pleaure I am sure. I’ve seen picture, m’lady but those did not do you justice.” I felt the blood reach my cheeks at the older mans comments.
    “Well, thank you. I’m sure we will become fast friends.” I turned back to the son and father the smile still clear on my face. “I am not sure what your costomes are so while I am here I would love to learn them.” Yorie played his part well with the admiration comeing fmo his deep blue eyes. His father finally came towards me as if his feet had been stuck to the floor but someone had placed goo be gone from them.
    “Sorry to disinlusion you, Czarina but Yorie will be quit busy with other things then to show you costoms.’ He turned to his son as the anger rose in Yorie’s eyes. “For you will not last in this country and i will make sure of that.” Yorie had started talking in their language. his father was right there in front of him talking just as harshly to his son as the son was to the father. Yorie came over and linked his hands with mine still talking in his own lanague witch was getting old rather fast. then he started talking in english so i could understand.
    “Alright father. Here’s the deal. I will meet this princess, get to know her as she is your choise for me. However, while i am making friends with this princess you shall be making friends with Czarina. Neither one of us are thrilled about the others choise.” his father was angry. way beyond the pissed off mode. And why in Gods green earth would i want to spend time with that man. “Besides, she wants to learn rather or not we marry. What good will it do her to go back to Linton and tell her friends how unwelcomed she was in our country.”
    “Fine!” his father said his tone of voise harsh as it was with their own language. He walked up to us and stood only inches from me. He grasped my chin to fource me to look up at him. “I expect you to be up at dawn. No later. I will expect you to be down here waiting for me. Not me waiting for you, understood!?” I nodded not knowing what to say. The touch at my chin was so unexpected it sent shivers down my spine, the hair on the back of my neck to stand up, and my knees to go weak suddenly. If Yorie wasnt holding unto me I would have collapes. He dropped his hand spoke to Yorie in theri language then disappeared with Jennings down the hall. I looked straight a head not knowing what to think about that.

    He Slammed the door behind him after Jenings came through. his heart pumped faster then his blood pressure was humanily possable to allow. Her pleasent little out of dress curtsey was to damn sexy in itself. He stood in front of his office window over looking the gardens that he took great pride in. Through the years that was his relax time. it was too late at night to go ponder with the flowers and bushes. He placed his arm across his broad chest, his other on his chin taking in her hazil brown eyes as they had looked up at him almost innocently. Why did he agree to what Yorie said? Did he want to spend time with her? If so then why? He closed his eyes remembering her hazil eyes smiling up at his son. Something hit him hard deep within his system bringing up feelings that not even his wife was able to.
    “Xander?” He was jerked back to present as he heard Jennings. “What’s wrong?” jennings was always quick at picking up his emotions. Almost as if they knew eachothers movments. He had known him almost all his life so it didnt surprise him.
    “I was just caught off guard.” he said low.
    “I told you she wasnt like the Linton’s you claim to see around here. She is a very smart, intellegent beautiful girl and she would bring you lovely grand daughters and handsome grand sons leaving you with very intellegnet childern that will be take care of.” But the sound of his son… her…. together like that….
    “No, He will do what i want him to do just like hes always done.”
    “He isnt a child anymore. He will do as he pleases reguardless of anything you tell him.” There was a small pause between words. “Unless…. you found her attractive.” He turned to look at the grey eyes then looked back at the garden. Jennings shook his head and chuckled.
    “Like I said… caught totally off guard.”
    “You keep telling yourself that.” Jennings turned and left the room. He heard the door opend then lightly close behind his friend.He’ll play the good Sheik and show the Linton around the market tomorro. Maybe after being in the heat all day she’ll tell Yorie to forget it and leave.