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Ok so I tried to actually post this once before but tragically had not read the rules and it was a bust. So here I am again trying to share this little story of mine with the rest of you. Ok this was orignally my first attempt at fan fiction but since I failed misrabely before I am now posting it as my second story. Not to worry though as a capable entergetic out of school for the summer college english lit student I have time to work on both stories at the same time:-)
Ok enough about me on to the story. I changed the title didn't like the other one and as I was working on this story, this title just seemed to fit for me. So here it is "To Be or Not to Be...A Princess"
It is rated Teen/mature
It is about Max and Liz as well as the other couples but it does not follow the show at all. It is my own little story using the Roswell characters.
I do not own or have any rights to Roswell or its show.

The following banner was created by Jules memeber name c_which and it is just awesome, great work worthy of praise;-)






Prologue
Elizabeth sat on her front porch eating a ham and cheese sandwich watching the tide roll in, when suddenly she heard someone crying out for help. Being a kind hearted little girl she dropped her sandwich and without thought ran off into the direction she had heard the pleas coming from. As she ran down towards the water and around the cliff’s edge the screams grew louder.

“Help! Help! Please help me!” A young boy cried out. Elizabeth climbed up over the rocks and splashed through the waves as they rolled in one after another. She knew this cove well, the rocks were slippery and the sand had a way of sinking right beneath your feet.

“Are you alright?” She called out to the boy.

“No, my foot has slipped under a rock and I can’t free it, please get help.” He called his voice filled with panic.

“There’s no time for that, this whole cove will be filled with sea water in just a few minutes, its high tide.” Liz called out to him.

“I’m going to drown. My mother and father will be so upset with me.” He cried.

Elizabeth finally reached him, “You’re not going to drown silly. I am going to rescue you.”

“You can’t rescue me, you’re a girl. Girls don’t rescue boys; boys rescue a girl, that’s the way it is supposed to work.” He told her as the waves crashed around them.

“Well its either me or else you’re going to drown, because as you can see the water level is rising.” Elizabeth warned him as she pointed down to the water.

“Ok, Ok what are we going to do, I can’t get my foot out. I have tried pulling and it only sinks deeper.” He told her.

“I am going to dig the sand away from the sides of the rock while you pull up on it really hard ok.” Elizabeth told him. The boy shook his head in agreement and pulled with all his strength as she dug the sand free from the sides of the rock. After a few moments he could feel the rock give and his foot was free. Elizabeth looked out towards the sea and knew that they only had a few minutes left as the waves were now coming in faster. “Can you walk on your ankle she asked as she examined it?” He had several small cuts and scrapes.

“I think so, you lead the way.” He told her.

Elizabeth grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her as she guided them both through the now knee deep ocean water around the large cliff and out of the cove. The two small children hurried up the beach and out of the waters reach as hide tide came rushing in. Breathing heavily the boy looked into her eyes, “Thank you for helping me back there, you saved my life.”

Elizabeth smiled at him, “My name is Elizabeth, what’s yours?”

“Max.” He said simply.

“Do you live around here, I haven’t seen you before?” She asked.

“No, I was um, just visiting with my family and well, I kind of slipped off by myself.” He explained.

They were both startled by the sound of two neatly dressed men yelling out his name and running down the beach towards them, “I have to go, thanks again.” He yelled as he started to leave. Elizabeth was just about to say good bye when the boy stopped ran back over to her and pulled her towards him and into a sweet little kiss. “You have the most beautiful brown eyes and I shall never forget you.” Elizabeth smiled and gently brushed her lips, she had received her first kiss. She watched as he ran off into the direction of the two men who seemed most eager to find him.



Seventeen years later...

Elizabeth sat staring out her bedroom window as the sun sat low in the evening sky. She loved this time of day; it was always so peaceful and quite. She could hear the ocean waves as high tide came in. The wind was blowing gently and the saltiness of the sea filled the air. So much had happened over the last few days that she hardly had time to think. Mr. Thompson had come by earlier in the week to speak with her concerning some very important events. She sat and listened in shock and amazement as he told her that Queen Dana and King William would come to Rosewood by weeks end to see her.

“Why would the royal couple ever want to come here to meet with me?” She asked not at all trying to hide the shock in her voice.

“Well, I am sure you had read about the passing of there daughter-in-law, Ava.” Mr. Thompson asked.

Liz shook her head, remembering the photo of the prince at the memorial service. “She was killed in a car crash last year wasn’t she?”

“It was a little over a year ago now, actually. Prince Maxwell took it very hard; the whole royal family was in shock for quite some time. Prince Maxwell had known Princess Ava for a short time before they were wed and he was deeply in love with her. The law of Satadority states that at the end of one year, his time of morning must come to and end. Prince Maxwell must take a new wife if he wants to remain eligible to be the heir to his father’s throne, so this past January the search began to find him a suitable wife. He has spent time with several young ladies but nothing has worked out thus far. The king has suggested that perhaps an arranged marriage may just be the best thing considering the situation, and he has received Prince Maxwell’s permission to find him a suitable wife.” Mr. Thompson explained.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say, that must be totally awful. I mean having to get married to someone so soon after loosing the only person you have ever loved, and they didn’t really have that much time together did they?” Liz asked.

“No not really, they had only been married one year when the accident happened.” He told her as he shook his head.

He must trust his father’s judgment completely to let him decide who he is going to marry.” Liz said as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Yes, it is a very difficult situation, but the Prince does trust his father and he knows that as the only male heir it is his duty to take a wife and supply the throne with an heir of his own, or to abdicate and allow his younger sister Isabella to rule. Prince Maxwell does take this very seriously; he has been studying his entire life to follow in his father’s footsteps and to one day rule over Satadority.” He explained.

“That is a lot to carry, but what does all this have to do with me?” Liz asked as she stood up and walked over to the window.

“Well, King William feels that an arranged marriage is the best answer to this very difficult situation. He wants to find someone who is not of a royal heritage but rather someone who would not expect too much right away concerning her marriage to Prince Maxwell. Many of the young women of title would expect a large wedding with parties and public appearances instead of giving the Prince some time to settle in to being married again.” Mr. Thompson went on.

“I see, so the King figured if the Prince married a commoner then the press and all of the society trappings might be able to be avoided. I still don’t see what any of this has to do with me. How do you know all of this anyway, are you friends with the royal family?” Liz asked him as she sat back down in her chair.

“Yes, my dear I am. I taught for many years at Willington, King William study there in his youth and he and I grew very close. I only returned here to Rosewood after my retirement but his majesty still keeps in close touch with me. I was a little shocked when on our last visit he mentioned that Prince Maxwell had left the matter of finding a new bride to him. After much prayer and reflection I agreed to help them with this endeavor.” He explained.

“Oh I had no idea that you knew the royal family.” Liz stated not at all trying to hide her surprise. “Even still what does any of this have to do with me?” She asked feeling very apprehensive about the answer.

“Well the truth is Elizabeth I was thinking you might be the perfect girl for the Prince. As soon as the King told me his plan I thought of you. I have always held you and your family in high regard and I really do think that you are the one to marry the Prince.” Mr. Thompson told her. Liz didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know what to even think, so many questions where racing through her mind.

“I am flattered, really I am, but you can’t be serious about this. I mean an arranged marriage that sort of thing has not been going on since the middle ages.” Liz told him as she stood and walked back over to the window.

Mr. Thompson walked over to her, “I know this is all rather strange, but the truth is you really are the perfect choice to be the next princess of Satadority. You are a level headed, intelligent, caring, beautiful young woman who loves the people around her, you should be the princess. Besides the Prince is only a year or so older then you and he is very handsome, you might find yourself attracted to him given time.”

“I don’t know what to say, have you spoken with Mamma or Papa about this?” She asked still trying to take it all in.

“Yes I have and they feel that it is your decision, this is a choice that you must make. Listen to me Elizabeth I have known you for a good number of years now and I know that you have a good heart and good character, I love the royal family and I don’t want just anyone to marry the Prince. I don’t want them to end up with a situation that causes them pain or embarrassment. So many young women today are caught up in the fame, money, or the title, I do not believe this would be a problem for you; you’re so down to earth. Please just at least meet with the King and Queen and listen to what they have to say before you make up your mind. I know I am asking a lot of you but there are times in ones life when destiny finds you weather your ready for it or not.” He told her in a gentle kind voice.

Elizabeth had known Mr. Thompson for many years as not only a teacher, but as a dear family friend. He frequented her mother’s restaurant almost daily for the last 11 years so they had spent many afternoons chatting, she knew he would never have suggested her as a candidate unless he seriously thought it was what was best for her. “Alright, I will meet with them but other then that I can not promise you anything else other then I will listen.”

“Fair enough my girl fair enough. You head on home and I will set up the meeting for later this week alright.” He told her as he helped her on with her coat and sent her on her way.

Elizabeth was startled suddenly by her mother’s voice calling to her, “Elizabeth, they have arrived, come down as soon as you’re ready.”



“I will be right down Mamma.” She called as she took one last glance into the mirror. She was wearing a light blue dress with a simple white button up sweater over the top. She had decided to wear her hair down. “Well like or not here I come.” She mumbled to herself before heading down stairs to greet there guest.

The King and Queen had just settled in the living room when Liz walked in. “Oh here she is, Your Highness, this is our daughter, Elizabeth.” Jeffery Parker introduced her. The king notice the young girls beauty right away, she was average height about 5’7 and very slim somewhat petite really. She had straight long dark brown hair that framed her face beautifully. But what was most noticeable where here large dark brown eyes. His old friend was right she was a very beautiful girl, “Well it is so nice to finally meet with you all. Elizabeth, Charles told us so much about you and he is right you are very beautiful.”

Liz sat down and smiled, “Thank you, your majesty; it is so sweet of you to say.”

The Queen smiled, “Please call me Dana and my husband William, we don’t bother with all the formality unless we are in public.” She explained.

“Well then please call me Liz, all my friends and family do.” Liz offered.

After all the small talk ended the Queen looked at Liz, “Well to the business at hand, Charles I am sure told you in length why we are here so lets just start off with any questions you might have?”

Liz looked at the Queen and thought how hard this must be for them, “Ok, I guess my only real question is what is expected of me? Mr. Thompson, I mean Charles, explained in length that the Prince must remarry and why none of the lady’s of title seemed to work but not really what I should expect from this marriage. Is it to be a marriage in name only for connivance so that Prince Maxwell can inherit the throne or is it to be more?”

The King laughed, “Charles was right you are very direct.”

“Oh I am sorry I did not mean to seem forward but I do need to understand what is exactly being asked of me.” Liz told them trying not to blush too much.

“Don’t you worry about it at all my dear, I think it is very refreshing and I do understand completely why your asking after all this is your life we are discussing here too. But to answer your question, in the beginning it will be a marriage in name only for a time I am sure, but we hope that in time you and Maxwell will find some common ground and it will become more. I do not want you to misunderstand the Prince is still very much in love with his first wife but he does know that it is his duty to marry and to produce an heir for the throne it is our custom and the law of our country.” The King explained in detail.

“I see.” Liz answered simply.

“Liz, we have heard a great deal about you, and of course there where background checks done quietly but now after having met you I do think that Charles was right you are the perfect choice. I do not pretend to be naïve I do not think that things will be easy being married to a stranger but in time I do think that you and Maxwell will be a good fit. His loss was great, he and Ava were very much in love as well as being friends but time can heal all wounds if given the right kind of care and understanding.” The Queen spoke in a soft voice revealing in some degree how much she was hurting for her only son.


Liz smiled and shook her head. “I understand, can I have a little time to think this through, to make this decision. I know time is important as Charles explained, but just a few days to really hash this out in my heart if that is ok?”

“Absolutely my dear, when you are ready to deicide Charles will know how to reach us. We will keep this all quite for now as it will make it easier on you if the press does not know.” The king offered. Liz smiled obvious relief washing over her features. The King and Queen chatted on for awhile longer learning more about Liz, her schooling, and family and so on. Liz did ask a few more questions concerning where she would live and what if any responsibilities she would have as Satadoritys next princess. The King and Queen were very gracious and shared with her in great detail where she would live, just what exactly would be her duties. The afternoon wore on into the evening before everyone said there goodbyes. Liz waited until after the royal couple had gone before she headed up stairs to change into her jeans and sweat shirt, she needed to go for a walk. She looked out the window seeing that a storm had moved in she reached for her rain boots, and raincoat then headed down stairs. “I’ll be back in a bit mama.”

“Liz your not going out now are you it’s raining?” Her mother called out after her but she had already gone.

“Just let her go, you know she always walks when she needs to hash something out.” Jeffery scolded his wife.

“Yes I know but it is raining out and it is dark out there.” Nancy told her husband.
Jeffery walked over and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, “And you know full well that she would tell you that the rain only helps her think that much more clearly so don’t worry she will be fine, always has been, always will be.” Nancy Parker smiled and shook her head knowing that her husband was right; Liz always went for walks, long walks alone whenever something was troubling her, and if it were raining she seemed to enjoy the time all the more.

Liz walked along the dimly light beach enjoying the gentle rain as she walked. There were a million things going on inside her head. She had liked the King and Queen very much, even more then she thought she would. She could see that they loved their son and that this must be a hard situation for everyone involved. She almost felt like saying yes just because of their love and care for the Prince she thought to herself. Her mind shifted gears and she settled for a time on the Prince, he was handsome. He was tall, with a very athletic build; he had dark hair and beautiful green eyes. She really didn’t know to much more about him, she had read a few stories concerning his charity work but then they were always slanted towards the gossiping point of view so that really was not much help. She did understand that he was defiantly still deeply in love with his late wife and so not much would be expected of her right away so at least that much was good. What of romance she asked herself? She had many boyfriends off and on during school but she could honestly say that she never loved anyone of them not in any serious kind of way. There was only one boy that she ever thought she loved and it was really so silly, she didn’t even actually know him yet for some strange reason some part of her heart was longing for him. When she was only five she had shared her first kiss with a complete stranger, a skinny, little, dark hair boy with deep green eyes. He had been trapped in the rocks around Old Mans Cove and she had heard his cries for help and rescued him. She always imaged that some day she would meet him again and they would fall in love and marry. She shook her head, why she was thinking of that now she wasn’t sure. She hadn’t thought about that day in so many years. She needed to focus, maybe she was thinking about it because the truth is love and romance was something she had always wanted but some how had always seemed to pace her by. There were times she had thought that perhaps she just really wasn’t meant for love at all maybe destiny had other plans for her and they did not include true love or romantic interludes, so just maybe marrying the Prince; a complete stranger, was not so strange after all. Maybe it really was her destiny and she needed to accept that. Liz watched the waves come crashing to shore for awhile as the rain fell, she was soaking wet by the time she headed back to the house. She saw her mother pick out the back door as she headed up the walk, “Mama you should get to bed you have to open early in the morning, I am fine really I am.”

“I know you are, but I still had to wait up, it’s just a mother thing I guess.” She told her daughter as she walked into the kitchen and handed her a towel. “I made you some hot coco, take it up with you and get a warm shower and get out of those wet cloths before you get sick.”

“Thank you Mama. It’s so funny you always say that I will get sick and yet I never do.” Liz laughed as she wrapped the towel around her hair and headed up the stairs with her mom and her hot coco in hand.

Liz bid her mother good night and headed for the shower. She piled her wet things in the hamper and filled the tub with warm water, it felt so good to close her eyes and relax. Her mind was still weighing the pro’s and con’s to marrying the Prince as she climbed into bed. It would be so hard to be away from here to; I have lived in Rosewoods my entire life. Kensington is at least a 5 hour drive from here but still there would be many more responsibility, she would not be able to talk with her parents daily as she did now. The thought of not living on the ocean would be very difficult as well, that in and of itself was a very huge con for her. Liz felt it very difficult to sleep that night.

Ok so that is part one...hope you liked it.
See ya
James

Date06/11/05 "CHAPTER ONE CONTINUES"

First thanks to everyone who left a remark its great to hear from you. So I kind of goofed in my post I left a large part of this part o fthe story out by mistake so I am going to add it in here. I know I am a novice at this no laughing please;-)
nothing has changed rating is still Teen/Mature still about Max and Liz, still does not follow the show at all just useing the characters in my own little story. Finally I do not own anything to do with Roswell.

Ok here it is the rest of part 1

The King and Queen talked non stop on the ride to the airport and then on the flight back to Kensington about Liz. “She really is a wonderful girl William. I know that she would be perfect for Maxwell if only he will give this a chance.”

“He has said that he will, Dana, and he has never disappointed us before. I know that he still misses Ava very much but he also knows his duty and responsibility to the crown. Besides as you said she is wonderful, I don’t think he can help but fall in love with her they just need time.” William reminded his wife.


Queen Dana sat quietly the rest of the drive home, she was feeling very tired and had not eaten much of the dinner served on their short flight home. She had closed her eyes only once in the limo ride home but William had noticed, “Do go up and get some rest, I will speak with Maxwell and join you in a bit.” The Queen nodded her head in agreement knowing full well it would be easier for their son to speak to his father concerning this matter.

King William saw that his son’s office light was still on so he knocked and went in. “Working late tonight?”

Prince Maxwell smiled and stretched out his arms, “Yea, I have a number of meetings in the morning and like you I want to be ready for that labor party meeting on Friday.”

“You will do fine, you always do.” The king reassured him. The Prince knew that his father was not a night owl and he also knew that he had not come in to discuss work, “So how did the meeting go, was she as wonderful as Charles described her to be?”

“Truthfully, she was maybe even more so. I do think she is the one Max, so does your mother. She is very well spoken and not at all afraid to speak her mind, but not in a pushy way. She is very intelligent, caring, and sincere. If she agrees to this marriage and you are still of a mind to go through with it, I defiantly think she is the one.” King William told him.

The Prince felt somewhat uncomfortable, part of him had hoped that when they actually went to meet with this woman that they would see some glaring flaw but that was not the case. “Wow, all this from one meeting, she must make quite the first impression.” Max said a bit sarcastically.

The King did not miss the tone in his son’s voice, “Well she did Max, and she is a very kind hearted girl. Look Maxwell if this is all too much for you, if you have changed your mind about going through with this then we will forget the whole thing.”

“No father I am committed to this. IF she agrees I will take my responsibility very seriously.” Max said as he stood up from his desk and walked over to the bar for a soda.

“Max it is more than that, Elizabeth is a sweet girl and I don’t want to see her hurt or you either, if this is going to work at all you will have to find a way to make it work. And if you can not do that my boy then we should call it off now before it goes any further. You think about it and we will talk again Friday.” The King offered as he left his son and went to join his wife.

Max was just about to head upstairs and retire for the night when his sister came in, “So was that father I just saw head for the south wing?”

“Yes as a matter a fact it was. So what has you up so late another date?” Max asked.

“No I was at a charity dinner, I ran into Tess and we got to talking, you know how that goes.” Isabel told him matter of fact.


“OH Tess, it’s been several months since I saw her last how is she doing?” Max inquired.

“Great actually she is getting married this fall in October.” Isabel told him.

“Really, that not so surprising, she has wanted to be married for some time, I am happy for her who is the lucky guy?” Max asked as he walked over to the bar and took out a soda and handed it to his sister.

“Thank you.” Is told him as she opened the soda and sat down on the couch. “His name is Kyle; his father is the head of that big computer company over in Bellmore. He is very handsome and they make a really sweet couple.”

“That’s great; at least someone is getting on with their life.” Max mumbled.

“OH I take it by that remark that the meeting with Miss Elizabeth Parker did not go so well?” Isabel asked feeling a bit let down; she had hoped that maybe this girl was finally going to be the one.

“No actually father said both he and mother loved her, thought she was the perfect girl for me.” Max stated some what sarcastically.

“Max you are the one who wanted them to look for someone for you remember. Besides you know that they are both an excellent judge of character and if they said she was great then maybe she is.” Isabel tried to sound encouraging.

“I know that, I do really its just that no one is ever going take Ava place and this is just so much more difficult then I ever thought it would be.” Max told her as he lay his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

Isabel knew how hard this was for him much she also knew how important it was for him to be King and right now she felt the need to remind him of that. “Max just give this a chance, this is so important to you, you love Satadority, to rule when father retires is what you have worked for your whole life don’t let this stop you now. Trust Mother and Father they know you better then anyone.”

“Your right, I know that in my head. Just give me time to have my heart catch up alright.” Max assured her.

“Well I am off to bed think about it ok, I love you.” She bent down and kissed him on the cheek before leaving for her own private quarters.

Max called out after her, “Good night sis and thanks.”

IT was not long before Prince Maxwell found himself lying in his bed. He knew that he had no choice an arranged marriage to a commoner was really the only way to have the time and room he still needed to get past this utter disappear he felt in his heart. He rolled over and placed his hand on the pillow next to his, even after all these months he still missed his late wife terribly. “Oh Ava, I hope some how you will find a way to forgive me for this.” He whispered softly as he closed his eyes.


Ok so that is the actual officail end to part one (Scouts honor)
See ya
James

PART 2 THE DECISION
Date is 06/11/05 at around 9:43 in the PM
Here is Part 2 of my little story. Thanks for the kind words and remarks.
THis is a Max and Liz story does not follow the show at all. I don't own anything to do with Roswell. OH and this story is still rate TEEN/MATURE
I hope you like this next part I call it ...CHAPTER 2 The Decision...

The Decision

It was early on Friday morning when Liz made her decision. After talking with both her parents she decided to accept the marriage proposal of the royal family. She had an appointment to meet with Charles Thompson at 10:00 and now she found herself standing in front of his door hesitating. The door opened before she even had the chance to knock, “Elizabeth I thought that was you standing out here on my front porch. Please come in.”

Liz walked in and sat down on the sofa, “Well I have decided to accept the Kings, um… I mean the princes proposal of marriage.” Liz told him getting straight to the point. She could see by the smile on her old friends face that he approved of her decision.

Mr. Thompson sat down in the large oversized chair across from her, “Oh Elizabeth that is truly wonderful. I am very happy for you. I spoke with King William first thing this morning actually. He said that if your decision was to accept that I should let you know that the Prince wishes the ceremony to take place with in the month, perhaps around the 30th of April. He has asked Isabel to come here to Rosewood and to help you and your mother with the planning. Of course you know it will be family only a relatively private affair but that you should feel free to choose your dress and so on. His only other real request was that the ceremony takes place at the palace chapel and if you do not mind that Pastor Jones will officiate.”

Liz shook her head, “Oh ok. Well I will let my mother know. I look forward to meeting Princess Isabel, but when will I actually be meeting with the prince?”

Mr. Thompson looked at her and shook his head, “I am sorry Elizabeth, the Prince does not have any free time before the actual ceremony is to happen. He did say that his schedule is very busy and he did extend his apologies.” Seeing the look of disappointment that flashed across her face he quickly added. “Now Elizabeth I know this is going to be difficult but I hope that you will trust me when I say I do believe in the end all will work out for the best and you will be the most wonderful princess Satadority has ever had.”

Liz smiled, “I do trust you, and you have always been a dear friend to me and my entire family. I am just nervous; I mean what if the prince does not like me?”

Mr. Thompson had to laugh at that, “Oh my dear you are so wonderful really, of course he will love you given time. Elizabeth you have the kindest heart of anyone I know, once the prince sees this he will fall completely in love with you I promise you that and I am never wrong.”

Liz smiled her cheeks turning a bright red, “Thank you, I just wish I was as confident as you are.”

Mr. Thompson smiled, “Now before I forget, the King also wanted me to inform you that he will be sending a young man to Rosewood to meet with you. His name is Michael; he will be your companion from now on. Also Rupert will be arranging for you to move your things to the palace and setting up your schedule with you. Queen Dana is also sending Chard to help you put together your wardrobe, I think that is everything. I hope the King wasn’t mistake trusting and old fellow like me to remember all that.” He explained to her sweetly.

Liz felt overwhelmed; she had a million questions running through her head, “OK first of all what is a companion exactly? Second just what exactly is it that Rupert will be setting up for me schedule wise, and third why will I need a new wardrobe from a stylist like Chard, I thought after the wedding our public appearances were to be almost non existent, that was how the prince wanted things?”

“One question at a time, please my dear.” He chided her gently. “Now to answer your first question, a companion is a body guard, he is assigned to you and your safety and well being are his absolute main concern. All the members in the royal family have a personal companion and they travel with them at all times. As for your other two questions, Rupert will be setting up your daily schedule, there are many obligations, events, charity functions, and parties that you will be expected to attend even with out the Prince by your side, hence the need for your own stylist.”

Liz leaned back against the couch and tried to take it all in. The next few weeks were going to be very busy she thought to her self. Mr. Thompson stood up and walked over to Liz, he took her hand in his and helped her up to her feet, “Now Elizabeth don’t you worry about a thing, I will inform the King of your decision, you go and speak with your mother and father and let us worry about working this all out.” Liz shook her head in agreement and smiled at her old friend. She was just about headed out the door when she stopped abruptly, “This is not going to get out to the press just yet is it? I mean I would rather the public not know about this until after the wedding if possible, I don’t want to make things more difficult for my family then need be.”

“OH of course dear, Prince Maxwell will feel the same way. We will keep everything low key until after the ceremony. Speak with Rupert about it; he will make arrangement for your introductions as Satadoritys new Princess.” Mr. Thompson assured her. Liz said her goodbyes and headed home. She had a lot to share wither family and a lot to get ready for, her life was about to change in away she would never have guessed.

King William smiled as he hung up the phone. Max looked at his father’s expression and knew it could only mean one thing, “She accepted.”

King William nodded his head, “Yes she did, but Charles said that she did have some concern about the press finding out to soon. I will have Rupert call her and instruct her on how to handle any situations that might come up but hopefully we will be able to keep things quite.”

“Well at least she is not doing this for the attention.” Max said rather dryly.

“Max I told you she is a very caring and genuine sort of girl. Charles said she did not even protest about you not wanting to meet with her before the ceremony, which I still think is a mistake.

“We have gone over this, I just think it would be easier for me to not meet until the marriage. I am having enough of hard time with all this as it is.” Prince Maxwell told him.

“Very well then, we will do it your way Max. But would you like to see a picture of her at least?” His father asked.

Max first impulse was to say no but then he thought perhaps he should see this girl that he had just committed to living the rest of his life with, he nodded in agreement. King William walked over to his desk and pulled out a rather large file from inside his desk, after a few moments of thumbing through the papers he pulled out a small photo and handed it to his son. “I do believe that Charles said that photo was taken just last summer. She looks very much as she does now, well perhaps not quite as tan as the photo and her hair might be a few inches longer I think.”

Max took the photo and glanced at it. The eyes caught his attention all most at once, “She is pretty.” Was the only commit he made before he slid the photo into his pocket without thinking? “Alright about this business with the Labor party, do you think Mr. Kensit will see things our way? We can hardly settle this dispute without his votes can we?”

King William smiled to himself, thinking that even though his son seemed disinterred in his upcoming marriage, he had kept the picture of his future bride. The King saw this as a good sign, knowing full well that if Max had not been interested in what he saw he would have promptly returned the photo. Not wanting to push thing though he decided to allow the change in subject, “Don’t worry Max, Mr. Kensit will hold out just long enough to get that addition in budget for his education plans but in the end he will come around, he knows that we can not afford a strike right now.”

Max shook his head, “Sometimes all the game playing and dealing behind closed doors really gets to me. I know though it is the way things work.” Max offered as he walked to his fathers office door. “I have some more work to finish before I have to meet with Harkin for lunch so I will speak with you later.” He was just about to leave when the thought struck him, “Oh just out of curiosity, are we sending her a companion now, I mean with all good intention to keep things out of the press that does not always work?”

King William was sitting at his desk, “I was actually just about to make that phone call.”

“OH, so who are you sending, I mean if the plan is to keep this “hush” “hush” it can not be any of the regular detail or the press will recognize them and then all hell will break loose.” Max reminded his father.

“I am sending Michael; he just finished two years of study with one of our top filed agents.” The King informed him.

“Are you sure he is qualified for the position how old is he?” Max asked trying not to sound overly interested.

The King smiled, “Actually James recommended him to me, and I believe he said he was 26. From what I read in his file he has done very well, several security details that where very high risk, not as high profile but he has earned this position.”

“If James recommended him then I know he is the best possible choice.” Max stated with confidence before he left for his meeting.


Ok so I hope you enjoyed this part...
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Hey all
thanks for the remarks, you guys are great.
This story is still rated TEEN/MATURE
I do not own anything with ROswell
This is a Max and Lis story all the way:-)
Oh it still does not follow the show either.

So without further delay here ya go

Chapter 3 First Impressions


It was late in the morning when Liz went to the restaurant with her mom. All day friends came in and chatted with her about the usual goings on in Rosewood. It felt strange to have such a huge secret from so many people that she had grown up with. At one point two young women that she didn’t know, came in chatting over the latest gossip magazine and an article written up about the Prince. Liz could not help but eavesdrop on their conversation, as one of the girls confessed a huge crush on the Prince and that she would be willing to do anything to marry such a gorgeous, wealthy, and powerful man. The other girl laughed out loud, “who needs to marry him I’d give anything to just spend a night with him.”
It was at that moment that the realization hit her, she was about to marry the most desired eligible bachelor in the entire country. Liz knew she should be excited at the prospect and yet all she could feel was apprehensive. She tried to concentrate on her work but as the day wore on she found it increasing difficult to do so. Liz was relieved to have her shift finally end, she wanted nothing more then to go home and get into bed. She slipped behind the wheel of her car and headed home. She let out a heavy sigh giving Mr. Thompson her answer was one of the most difficult things she had ever down. She hoped she had made the right decision to accept, not being able to meet with the Prince until the day of the actual wedding was a mixed blessing she thought. She had to admit a part of her was disappointed that they were meeting, while another part of her was relieved. At least by not right away it took some of the pressure off she thought to herself. Not knowing what to expect was hard, she remembered that while Princess Ava were alive, she and the Prince were always at all the party’s events. Actually it seemed as if the two of them were always in the press. Thinking about how reclusive Prince Maxwell had been since his wife’s passing made her wonder, was it the late Princess or Prince Maxwell himself that like all the attention? She did not have long to think about it though as she pulled her car into the driveway she was surprised to see a strange car parked in her driveway. Liz glanced at her watch; it was well past 8:00 pm she wondered who it might be.


As Liz entered the family room she saw a very well dressed young man sitting with her dad. Liz smiled warmly, curious about who there visitor was, “Hello.”

Michael stood up and greeted her, “Hello Your Highness, my name is Michael Guerin. I was sent to be your companion by the royal family. I will be here with you until you make the move to the palace in Kensington. If you or your family has any question I would be happy to answer them for you?”

Liz looked at her dad, who had a huge grin on his face, “Ok, well I guess my first question for you is, what is it that your going to be doing here as my companion?”

Michael sat back down and opened a small brief case that sat on a table in front of him, “My duties require me to be at your side at all times when ever you are out in public. I am basically a body guard, you may not realize this Your Highness, but there are a number of unsavory people out there that might try to harm you in order to get at the royal family.”
Michael took out a small cell phone and handed it to Liz, “This is your personal cell phone, Rupert, your personal attaché took the liberty of programming both your parents, brother, and the prince’s personal lines in for you already, as well as the main line to the palace. Also my direct pager number is on there too, I am available at any time that you need me too be.”

Liz took the phone and looked it over then laid it down on the table, “Please don’t call me Your Highness, my name is Liz, besides its not like I am actually married to the Prince yet.” She stated rather nonchalantly.

Michael smiled, “What ever you prefer to go by in private is fine Liz, but it is protocol that when we are attending a public function I am to address you as Your Highness or Princess Elizabeth. I hope this won’t be a problem for you, also you should know that the King himself has said that you are to be extend every courtesy and respect that any other member of the royal family would be shown, you are as of this moment Princess Elizabeth Ann Parker, fiancé to Prince Maxwell Aaron Evans the first.”

Liz face went ashen white and she felt a little dizzy. Her father stood up and held her by the arm, “Liz, are you alright, what is it, you look as if you have seen a ghost?”

“Oh, thank you Papa, I am fine, it’s just that the weight of what he just said hit me, I am going to be the Princess, to the Prince, who one day is going to be the King of Sadority. I just had not really thought of it in those terms before now. I am marrying the ruler of our country!” Liz said in a shaky voice as she sat down on the sofa next to Michael.

Michael felt a bit flustered, “I am sorry if I said anything to upset you.”

Liz laughed a little, “Oh no Michael it is totally fine, it’s just that I only made this decision to marry the Prince just this morning and I guess the truth is that this is all happening fast for me, I just need a moment to catch up with it all.” Seeing the look of disbelief on both her father and Michael face she perked herself up and added in a much calmer voice, “No really, I am fine, I think it is just going to take a bit of time to get use to being a Princess all the sudden.”

Jeffery Parker laughed, “Well I a have always known you were a princess, and a very special young woman, guess it is about time the rest of the world new it too.”

“Thanks Papa, but lets keep it a secret from the rest of the world for just a while longer ok.” Liz reminded him of their plan not to let the public, or the press, know for now.
Her father smiled and shook his head.

Michael took the opportunity to interject, “The King did inform me of you and the Princes desire to have your engagement remain quiet for the time being so as far as everyone is concerned you can just say I am a visiting cousin from the city.” Liz shook her head in agreement. Michael spent a little more time going over her routine with her asking questions about her schedule and taking notes. At one point he seemed very surprised that she was still working as a waitress with her mother at the restaurant. “When will you be quitting your job?” He asked getting straight to the point.

“I hadn’t really thought about it I guess. Mama will need to put up a flyer to hire a replacement for me, I guess once she has some help then I will quite.” Liz explained as she got to her feet and glanced at her watch. “It is getting late; I think am going to head up stairs. I will make up Alex bed for you, he’s my older brother, and he’s away at school just now so you can use his room.” Liz told Michael as she kissed her father goodnight and headed up the stairs.

Michael picked up the cell phone he had given to her and followed up after her, “Liz, you forgot this. I hate to be a nag but you do need to try and keep it with you at all times.” Liz shook her head and took the phone back. After showing Michael to Alex’s room she went to her own bedroom and sat at her window for awhile. She could not believe this was all really happening, Michael coming so soon was a bit of a surprise and some what unnecessary she thought to herself. He seemed like a nice enough guy, not as old as she thought he would be. He was tall, well built with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. She felt at ease with him, that would make things go more smoothly she thought to herself. She turned her attention to the phone that he had given her. With the press of a button she could be speaking with the prince. Looking over the phone she decided to familiarize herself with the way that it worked. One by one she read through the instructions trying to learn each number and what it meant. With out thinking she accidentally pushed in the numbers and sent the call through. She was about to hang up not sure who’s number she had even dialed when the other end picked up. Liz could hear the fatigue in his voice as he calmly spoke, “Hello…” there was a short pause. “Hello, is anyone there?”

“Oh, I dialed incorrectly, I am so sorry I didn’t mean too, to intrude on anyone” Was all Liz got out before she lost her nerve to speak any further.

Max knew with out even asking that it was his bride to be, “This is Elizabeth right? You dialed my line, this is Prince Maxwell.”

Liz voice quivered as she answered, “Oh yes this is Elizabeth, I am sorry to bother you so late. I …Michael just gave this new cell phone to me and I was reading the instructions, I did not mean for the call to actually go through. I have not really used a cell phone before, never really had any use for one, I guess it will take some getting use to on my part.” Liz explained realizing that she was rambling on.

“Don’t worry about it, these phones can be rather confusing just have Michael show you how to work it.” He told her. After a few moments of awkward silence Liz found her voice again, “Well you’re very busy I am sure, so I better go.”

Max liked the sound of her voice; it was soft and rather shy, “No I am not busy at the moment, just riding in the limo, I am headed home actually.”

She tried to keep her voice from sounding as nervous as she felt, “Well it is late and I have to be up early for work so I’ll say good night.”

Not wanting the call to end just yet, he asked her, “You’re still working?”

Again Liz was a bit annoyed with the question, “Yes actually, I am. Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“I did not mean to upset you, I just assumed that you would have given your noticed by now.” Max said rather surprised by her sudden flash of annoyance.

“By now? I just made the decision to.. to…” Liz stumbled around for the words.

“To marry me?” The Prince asked trying not to laugh at her embarrassment.


“Well yes actually; I just made my decision this morning so it really has not been any time at all.” Liz answered trying not to sound as annoyed as she was feeling; she could tell he was enjoying her embarrassment.

Max laughed a little, “This morning, but my father and mother came to see you over a week ago.” Max said with out thinking of how arrogant that it must have sounded.

Now it was Liz turn to laugh, “Yes that’s right Your Highness, they came over a week ago and I, just today made my decision.” She stated rather smugly thinking him a bit too full of himself.

Now the Prince felt embarrassed, “Oh I see.” Was all he said?

Feeling completely uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone Liz wanted to get off the phone as quickly as she could. “Well it is late, I should go. I am sorry again.” Liz told him.

“Please stop apologizing it really is ok. I want you to feel free to call as often as you like.” Max explained in a soft gentle voice. Liz could tell that he meant it as she said good bye and hung up the phone.

She was so upset at what she had done. “What a complete idiot he must think I am. How stupid can a person be, not knowing how to use a cell phone especially when everyone has them these days?” Liz ranted as she put her jacket on and slipped on her tennis shoes. She was so angry, angry at her self and angry at the royal family for, for…? She didn’t know why she was angry with them actually, but she knew she needed to go for a walk to think some things out. She stopped at her fathers door for a moment explaining that she was going for a quick walk and that she would be back in a few, then she was on her way.

Michael opened his bedroom door for a moment just as Liz father stepped out of the bathroom. “Oh I am sorry sir, I thought I heard Liz voice just wanted to make sure everything is ok?”

“Oh you did hear her voice, she went out for a few minutes, I don’t know what happened but she said she needed to go for a walk so that could only mean that something has her upset.” Mr. Parker explained.

Michael did not mask is agitation, “Which way would she have gone Mr. Parker?”

“Oh don’t worry about her Michael she will be fine, she goes on late night walks all the time.” Jeffrey tried to explain but Michael had already grabbed his jacket and headed for the front door. He scanned the path in both directions trying to see which way she might have taken. In a matter of a few moments he saw a small petite figure about 30 yards in front of the house heading down the beach.

He took him a few minutes to catch up to her, breathing heavy as he came up behind her. Liz stopped and turned around frightened by the intrusion to her private time. “Michael, what in the world are you doing? You scared me half to death?”

“Your Highness, I told you it is my job to take care of you, that means that I am at your side at all times. I take this responsibility very seriously and I don’t appreciate you leaving the house with out my knowledge.” Michael told her while trying to catch his breath.

Liz shook her head, “Look I am sorry but I always go for walks out here. It is perfectly safe besides I can take care of myself.”

Michael tried to keep his frustration under control, “I know that this is all knew to you but this is serious and I need you to understand that I am not the enemy, rather I am here to make sure that nothing happens to you ok.”

Liz shook her head, “I know what you told me but this is all very knew to me, and it’s happening really fast. This morning I woke up and I was Liz Parker, and now I am Princess Elizabeth…blah..Blah…blah. I am not use to checking in with someone, when I am upset about something I just go out walking. I have been doing it for as long as I can remember, it is just habit for me.”

“I get that, I do really. But this is the way it is. So from now on you let me know and I will try to do my job and still give you the space you need ok.” He told her.

Liz let out a heavy sigh, “Yeah ok, I am sorry.”

Michael smiled, the tension leaving his voice, “Alright, believe me I know right now that this all seems silly but once you and the Prince are married and the press finds out about it you will be so thankful to have me there, trust me.”

Liz shook her head, “It would seem I have a lot to get use to.” She said softly.

Michael could tell by the sound of her voice that something was bothering her, “Can I ask you what it was that upset you so much that you wanted to go out walking at 11:00 at night?”

“Well to tell the truth, I was trying out the cell phone you gave me and I accidentally dialed up the Prince by mistake.” Liz explained.

“Oh I see, and since the two of you have not actually met yet that must have been embarrassing, am I right?” Michael offered.

“Completely, not only that but he asked about my job and I was a bit cross when I answered him, I am afraid my first impression has been a complete disaster.” Liz told him.

Michael laughed, “Don’t worry about it, from what I have been told the Prince is a very understanding guy. My older cousin James is his companion and he has said that the Prince is very much just an average guy who happens to be the future king.”

“So that’s how you got this job then ugh?” Liz asked.

“Yea, that and about 6 years of intensive training.” Michael explained. “Actually I think James has been harder on me then other recruits, but that’s alright with me because it has caused me to push myself even harder.”

“You’re close to your cousin aren’t you?” Liz asked.

“Yea, I am he has always been there for me, my dad died when I was young and James has always been there for me, kind of a big brother, mentor, dad kind of figure.” He told her. “That’s why I want to do a good job; I don’t want to let him down.”

“Well I promise to do my part from now on to behave and let you know before I go out.” Liz promised. The two of them talked a little longer before heading back to the house. Once inside Liz said goodnight and headed up the stairs. As she closed her eyes to sleep the sound of the Prince voice filled her thoughts. He had sounded so smug, so self assured maybe that was what bothered her most. She was after all a commoner and he was the future king of their country. For the first time she thought that perhaps she might not be up to the challenges that lay ahead of her.

Prince Maxwell slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, he wondered if she had called on purpose or if it truly had been an accident. He replayed the conversation in his head again, realizing how vain he must have sounded when he asked about her taking a week to decide to marry him. He took out the picture of her from his jacket pocket and stared at it intently. She was very beautiful, somehow she seemed familiar to him but he could not quit put his finger on it. After several moments he realized, it was her eyes, he almost felt as if he knew her, they made him feel safe some how. He shook his head, he did not even know this woman and yet a part of him wanted to know her more then anything. He thought again about their conversation and how he had sounded, he pulled out his cell phone and called Rupert. “Rupert…yes I am on my way home. Would you please contact the floweriest and have a dozen white roses sent to Elizabeth with the following attached note, “I would like to humbly apologize and ask you to please forgive my very rude and vain behavior on the telephone last evening, yours truly Max.” Have them sent to arrive first thing in the morning please…thank you Rupert. Yes that will be all for the evening …goodnight.” Max slipped his phone back into his pocket and took one last look and the picture of Liz, “I don’t want your first impression of me to be a bad one?” He whispered softly.

Liz was up making her famous three cheese omelets when the door bell rang. She was surprised to see the floweriest standing in her doorway. “Hey Sammy, how are things?” Liz asked.

“Oh things are great. Have a delivery here; they are for you this time.” He told her as he had her sign for the large bouquet of white roses.

Liz was shocked and more then a little surprised. “Oh wow! These are beautiful; I can’t imagine who they could be from?”

“Well there’s a card. Have a great day, tell your parents hello for me.” He said as he headed back to his truck.

Liz carefully placed the flowers into a vase and sat them in the middle of the table. She opened the card and read the enclosed note. She couldn’t believe it, he was apologizing to her. She laughed a bit, she had thought perhaps she should be the one to apologize for getting so annoyed; it would seem that he had the same thought she smiled to herself.


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Hey
Sorry its been awhile since my last chapter update. Work has been busy and well I like eating so I do it
Anyway enough about me, this is the continueing story of TO Be or Not to Be...A Princess. It is a Max and Liz story but as you can see other characters are coming in as I felt they fit into the plot.
This story is rated TEEN/MATURE
I do not own anything to do with Roswell at all.
I am posting this on June 20th at 8:35 in the am.

Ok so here goes another part. Hope you all like it very much.

A Princess in the Making

Liz found that her schedule was very busy, very quickly. Rupert had called the next day in order to introduce him self and to let her know about all the different charities and social events that would be coming up in the next month. He explained that there where some events that she must attend, that it was proper etiquette for her to be there, while other parties were merely frivolous events and it was totally up to her discretions on which ones she wanted to attend. He took great care in explaining that she as the new Princess and future Queen of Satadority needed to choose at least three pet charities. He explained that it would help if it were things that she were truly interested in as she would be asked to sit on the board of these charities and be actively involved in there events. She listened as he cautioned her to be careful not to over extend herself once she officially took on the roll as princess because it could easily become very taxing on ones health and well being.
Rupert called her every other day to give her updates on her schedule and the upcoming move to the palace. She had meetings with both Princess Isabel and the famous designer Chard coming up in just a week also. At times she had to remind her self to breathe as it was all a bit overwhelming.

It had been several days since she had spoken with the prince on the phone, but she had text messaged him after she had gotten the flowers. Michael showed her how to use the cell phone and after a little practice and all the calls from Rupert she was actually becoming a pro with it. As she sat in her room staring at the boxes that she needed to fill, thoughts of the prince kept creeping back into her mind. She picked up her old teddy bear, “Well Teddy, how would you like to go and live at the palace...? What’s that...? Oh you don’t think you would fit in to well at the palace, you think perhaps I should leave you here…? Hmm..you maybe right about that Teddy” Liz said as she laid the old faded bear back down on her bed. She surveyed her room, what does fit in at a palace, her cd collection, books, and her vintage posters of Audrey Hepburn, Liz thought to herself? They were just some of her treasures. The truth was she didn’t know what would be appropriate to take with her and what to leave at her parent’s house. She decided that maybe it was time to call Rupert. As she was waiting for him to pick up the phone the thought crossed her mind, would they allow her to bring her car? She loved her car it was a 1968 Ford Mustang GT 350. Her father and brother had bought it for her and restored it to mint conditions for her 16th birthday present. It was a deep dark green with a creamy white interior. She had an awesome stereo systems installed and driving the car was like a dream, she loved the freedom it allowed her to have. IF she couldn’t bring that she would truly be heart broken. After waiting for the phone to ring for the 5th time Liz hung up. She walked over and sat back done on her bed, “Well Teddy, Rupert is not answering…what’s that? You think I should call the Prince. I don’t know he might be busy and this seems like a pretty lame reason to call doesn’t it? “You know you’re right he did say to call him anytime for any reason, I think I will.” Liz said as she picked up her phone and dialed the princes number, after several rings went unanswered his voice mail came on, Liz cleared her throat a bit all the sudden feeling extremely nervous, “Hello, …this is Liz Parker, umm well I had a question and I tried to call Rupert but he was not answering and then I remembered that you said I could call anytime that I needed anything so I thought I would try and call you but then your not answering either and…” the phone beeped and went died before she could finish what she was going to say. Liz hung up the phone, “Oh great, that’s just great now I am going to sound like an idiot who can’t leave an intelligent message, Teddy this is your entire fault.” She said as she threw the bear over into the corner.

“Still abusing small creatures that can’t defend themselves I see.” Liz heard a familiar voice say. She turned around to see her older brother Alex standing in her doorway. With out thinking she let out a loud, shrill scream and ran over and hugged him.

Michael heard her scream from the other room and in a matter of a few seconds he rushed into the room pulled Liz out of Alex arms and rustled him to the ground.

Liz starting laughing right away, “Oh my gosh Michael stop. Stop let him go its all right, I am alright.”

Alex pulled himself free from Michael and shook his head, “Yeah she’s alright. What the heck was that all about?”

Liz was still laughing, “Alex this is Michael, Michael this is Alex. Michael is my personal companion or other wise known as a body guard.”

Alex rubbed his shoulder, “I’m glad you think this is so funny.” He said to Liz.

“Hey I am so sorry, I heard her scream and well its reflexes, a part of the job, sorry.” Michael told him.

“Don’t worry about it Michael we will just call it revenge for all the years he has tortured me.” Liz laughed.

“Yea don’t worry about it, its ok. So I guess what mom has been telling me on the phone about you marrying the Prince is true?” Alex said as he sat down on Liz bed.

Michael took that as his cue to leave. Liz walked over and sat next to Alex, “Yep its true, I am going to marry the Prince.”

Alex shook his head, “Can I just ask you why, why on earth do you want to marry someone you have never met?”


Liz shrugged her shoulders, “Is this going to be a serious big brother talk because I am so not up for it right now.”

Alex didn’t let up though, “Yes it’s going to be a big brother talk, look if I am going to support you in this thing I need to know what is going on in your head, why do you want to do this?”

“Truthfully, I am not sure I have a reason that will make any sense to you.” Liz explained.

“Well why don’t you try me.” Alex told her as he leaned back up against the wall and got comfortable.

“Ok but you can’t get all analytical on me, this is a decision I made from the heart not necessarily with my head.” Liz warned him.

Alex held up his hand, “I promise not to lecture and to just listen alright.”

Liz let out a heavy sigh, “alright, well I don’t want you to think that I just jumped at the offer when Mr. Thompson first talked to me because I didn’t. I struggled back and forth; there were two things that finally made my decision for me, first it was his parents, having them come here and express such love and care for their son was so wonderful. His mother especially you could see that her heart was hurting for her son and that really touched me. Then when I was at the library looking up old news articles about the Prince, I stumbled a cross a photo that I didn’t recall seeing before, he was at Princess Ava’s funeral. The funeral itself must have been over because he was the only family member still standing at the grave. The look he had on his face, it was so filled with pain and sorrow, he truly looked like a lost little boy in need of being rescued and I guess it was at the moment that I felt like I was the one who was supposed to rescue him.” Liz finished telling him.

Alex hugged his sister and smiled, “Ok Liz, if that’s how you really feel then I am behind you in this one hundred percent. You can count on me.”

“I know I can thanks.” Liz said as she wiped a stray tear from her eyes.

“Alright enough of this sappy emotional talk, when are you going to offer to fix me my favorite spicy jalapeño chili?” Alex asked her as he got to his feet and walked towards the door.

Liz followed after him, “As soon as you begin begging and groveling at my feet, and remember I am a real Princess now so put some feeling into it.” She told him mischievously.

King William and Prince Maxwell emerged from there meeting, “Well that was a long meeting.” The king remarked as they both got into the limo.

Max sat across from his father, “It was long because Mr. Kensit stalled again, with holding his vote for the labor contract in order to get his way on his education bill.” Max told him in a rather annoyed voice.

“Well the bill does have some good points in it and there are those who are just not listening, the labor contract is his leverage tool.” The king explained.

“I know that is what he is doing and I think it is wrong to black mail people into seeing things his way. There is a lot of stuff in that bill that is not needed and is just going to over expand the budget and cause families that already feel the government has to much control over their children even more concern.” Max told him sounding more irritated then he meant to.

“Max don’t let it get you so upset.” King William said.

“I can’t help it, this man is a little weasel, we should just tell the labor union what he is doing and let them deal with it their way, I am sure that after several nights of being in the news, having families pick it him, because they are afraid of loosing their pay and benefits he would think twice about pulling these kinds of maneuvers.” Max said as he took out his cell phone to retrieve his messages. He listened to each one of them, feeling more and more irritated. Finally his last message began playing, it was Liz’s. He listened to it and felt some of the tension that he was feeling ease up. As the messaged ended he smiled, he slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket and relaxed a little.

“Well you must have gotten a call you wanted you mood seems to have improved considerably?” King William remarked noticing the smile on his sons face.

Max looked out the window, “It was a call from Liz, she has some questions she wanted to ask and she couldn’t reach Rupert.”

“Oh I wasn’t aware that the two of you were talking?” his father asked trying not to smile.

“Well she called once before and I told her that she could call if she needed anything, I wanted her to feel comfortable talking with me so I left the door open.” Max explained taking note of how much this news seemed to please his father.

“I see so do you plan on calling her back then?” King William asked.

“Yes I will later, it’s still early she maybe having dinner with her family and I don’t want to intrude.” Max said as he glanced at his watch again. It was just past 6:00.

The King did not say anything more; he knew that for the most part his son was a very private person. He talked when he felt the need; King William had learned to approach his son when they needed to talk and then wait for Max to open up and speak what was on his heart. He had learned along time ago that if he pressured Max to much he would shut down and be in a dark mood for days. He smiled to himself thinking about this new development in his son’s relationship with Elizabeth, he would be sure to tell his wife, he knew she would be very pleased to hear this news. Not only were Max and Liz talking but he also took note of how much his sons mood improved just at hearing her voice, both very positive signs he thought.

Max wished his father good night explaining that he wasn’t really very hungry for dinner at the moment and headed to his office. He looked at his watch again it was now shortly past 6:30, still to early to call he thought to himself. He decided to call the kitchen and have a sandwich sent over, then he listened to the message Liz left one more time. He liked the way she sounded even when she was being shy he could close his eyes and almost imagine her blushing as she made the call. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and decided to get some more work done. There where still several new bills being proposed for this session of parliament that his father wanted him to go over. Max was still learning all the ins and outs of being a King. Although as King he would have final say to the laws that were passed it was beneficial to the country and the people to allow them to vote on representatives to come and voice their concerns. Max sat down at his desk and tried to concentrate on his work but thoughts of a certain brown eyed girl kept creeping back in.

Liz helped her mother clean up the kitchen as Alex and Michael worked out their sleeping arrangements now that they had to share a room.

Nancy Parker looked over at her daughter for the 5th time in the last few minutes. Liz stopped washing the table and sat down, “What is it?”

“Well I was just wondering how things went when you talked with Alex about getting married?” She asked.

“Oh you know Alex he was all like I am your big brother and before I can give my approval I need some answers.” Liz told her mother trying to imitate her older brother.

Nancy laughed a bit, “Yes that does sound just like him too, so things went well then?” She said hoping that they had she knew that Liz and Alex were close and that having his support would mean a lot to her.

“Yep I told him how I feel and he was really cool about it.” Liz told her.

“Oh good. Well I guess I better go check on your father see if he needs anything before I head up to bed, I have to be at the restaurant at 4:00 tomorrow morning.” Nancy explained.

“Mom…can I ask you something?” Liz asked feeling a bit awkward.

Nancy picked up on the tension in her daughter’s voice right away. She walked over and sat down at the table, “Sure…what is it?”

“Well kind of personal and well…” Liz started.

“Liz you can talk to me about anything you know that, just ask.” Nancy told her daughter thinking that she might know what this was leading up to.

Liz shifted nervously in her chair, “It’s about after the wedding…I mean the wedding night, I’m not sure of how to handle that. I mean I don’t even know him, what if there is no spark, he was so in love with his first wife what if I don’t measure up?”

“Oh Liz you should not try to compare yourself to his late wife or compare what they may have had to what the two of you will have. As far as there being no sparks are you concerned that you will not be attracted to him or is it the other way around?” Nancy asked her.

“I guess him not being attracted to me, I mean I think he is handsome and I am attracted to him so I assume and hoping the rest will just follow you know, over time. But what if he is not attracted to me, we haven’t even met, I’m not sure if he even knows what I look like yet.” Liz admitted.

“Liz you are a very beautiful young woman I am sure he will be attracted to you, I know this is hard but try not to worry too much. I am sure things will work out between the two of you over time, just try to be patient with him and with yourself. I know from my own relationship with your father that communicating about how you feel is very important, so talk to Prince Maxwell letting him know how your feeling.” Nancy offered her daughter.

Liz hugged her mom and kissed her. “Thanks mom, I will try to remember that.” Liz said goodnight to her mother and made her way up to her room. She stopped by Alex room to wish both Michael and Alex a good night. She changed into her PJ’s and sat at her window seat. The skies were clear and stars filled the sky, the moon was full and it lite up everything. She opened her window to hear the waves as they came rolling in. She loved that sound it relaxed her so much. She curled up on her bed and closed her eyes; she thought about Max first wife, she was a blonde with bright blue eyes and a perfect figure. Liz wondered if Max might be disappointed that she was a brunette instead of a blonde, and her figure was, well ok. While she had always tried to stay in good shape she was not quite as curvy as Princess Ava, at least in certain areas, she thought to herself. Liz glanced over at her clock it was already past 8:30, she had to admit she was a bit disappointed she had hoped that the prince might call her back. She closed her eyes and tried to relax for a bit, it was after all still early maybe he would call.

Liz found herself standing on the beach wearing a long flowing white gown. The wind was blowing and the waves were crashing in around her bare feet. She looked out to sea, a large rogue wave was about to crash in, she screamed as fear gripped her. Suddenly from out of no where a rider on a large white horse came charging up the beach, the horse came right up to Liz as the rider leaned over and scooped her up into his arms. She held on tight as the horse galloped up the beach just as the wave crash in washing everything along the beach out to sea with it. Liz was still trembling as he pulled on the rains and the horse came to an abrupt halt at his master’s command. She lifted her eyes to look into the face of the brave young man that had saved her, “You saved me Max, that wave it would have taken me out to sea, I would have drowned.” She whispered softly. He looked into her eyes, his mouth just inches away from hers and whispered, “No, Liz you saved me.” Liz closed her eyes as his mouth covered hers in sweet, gentle kiss, which took her breath away.

It was the sound of the phone ringing that woke Liz from her dream, she jumped to grab it. “Hello.” She said sounding rather groggy.

“Hello Liz, I did not mean to wake you.” Max said into the phone.

Liz yawned just a bit, “No really it’s ok, I must have nodded off for just a few minutes.” She said trying to sound more awake.

“I got your message and I wanted to be sure and call you back this evening.” He explained.

“Oh well thank you that is really sweet of you.” Liz said as she forced her eyes to open and sat up in bed. “I called because I have been trying to get everything taken care of here before…well before.” Liz stumbled around feeling awkward talking about their wedding when they had not even met.

Max loved that she was so shy, “Before the wedding?”

“Yes, actually” Liz said feeling a bit of relief. “Anyway I have been trying to pack and it has been kind of hard knowing what I can bring with me and what might be better left here at home.”

Max laughed a little, “You almost make it sound like your going on vacation instead of getting married and moving.”

Liz blushed a bright red as the nervous feelings came back, “I’m sorry this is just all kind of new to me, I am still trying to get use to all the changes.”

“Don’t be sorry, I think it is very sweet. NO one expects you to have all the answers so you did the right thing in calling. To answer your question I want you to feel free to bring what ever you want to bring with you, what ever will makes the palace feel like home to you.” Max told her.

“Even my car; is it ok if I bring my car?” She asked hopeful.

“Yes of course, there are several limos here that will be available and at your disposal at all times but if you prefer to bring your car and drive yourself that is fine too.” Max told her.

“Alright then thank you for calling me back, and for answering my questions.” Liz said.

“So you have been very busy with packing, making wedding plans, and working still? I hope that you’re getting enough rest, I know it is very easy to get run down and tired.” Max asked concerned about her well being.

Liz smiled to herself at that last commit, “Thanks for asking but I am managing ok. There is a lot to do and I am a bit unsure of a lot of things but Princess Isabel will be coming this week to help with the wedding plans.”

“I am glad that she is able to help, I also hope you will forgive me for not being able to be there. My schedule is terribly busy right now.” Max said feeling a bit guilty for putting so much on her.

Liz knew that this was all very hard for him as well, “It’s alright really, I am ok with it, and I understand that this has all come up rather suddenly for you too.”

“Thank you Liz that is very kind of you to say.” Max told her, touched by her understanding. After saying goodbye he sat down on his bed and glanced at the clock, it was just past 9:30. He picked up the phone again and called down to Rupert, “Rupert…I want you to find someone to go to Rosewood to help the Princess with preparing to move, there are a lot of details that she might need help with and I do not want her to over do it and get sick…I think it should be someone her own age or very close to it, someone that has experience working on the royal staff that way they will be able to answer her questions...No I do not need to approve of your choice, I trust you, just make it a priority so that they arrive within the next day or so…Yes Rupert that is all for the evening I will be leaving early in morning for several appointments so I will meet with you later in the afternoon …Thank you good night.” Max hung up the phone and lay down, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep but felt restless. He felt bad for not trying harder to help Liz with the move and the wedding plans; she was so kind and understanding about it though. Ava would not have been so forgiving Max thought to him self. She would have demanded that he be available to help no matter what was happening. Suddenly Max had a twinge of guilt for comparing the two women and thinking ill of Ava. He pushed all thoughts of Liz from his head and remembered the good times he and Ava had shared, after awhile the stabbing guilt passed and he was able to go to sleep.

Liz got up and walked over to her window seat, she thought about the dream she had been having before the prince called. It was a strange dream, parts of it felt familiar to her and she wasn’t quite sure why. The kiss was perfect, she knew in her heart that attraction and desire were not going to be a problem for her. What about him though, he had been very kind and even showing some concern for her well being but she did not want to read to much into it. They had along way to go before they really knew each other and unfortunately most of that getting to know each other time was not going to happen until after they were married, Liz thought to her self.

Ok so there you have.
See Ya
James

This is the continueing of my little story To Be or Not to be ...A Princess. THis is a Max and Liz love story that does not follow the show at all. It is rated TEEN/MATURE. I do not own anything to do with the show Roswell.
Just wanted to say thanks for all the replies;-)

So Much to do so little time…

Liz had just finished working for the past 8 hours, she was exhausted her mom’s restaurant had been so busy and she barely had a moment to rest. They even ended up putting Michael to work washing dishes because Eddie had called in sick. But now she found herself sitting in her room staring at her things still unsure of what she should take with her and what she should leave behind. She decided to pack her books; most of them were old Nancy Drew mysteries hardly anything she would be reading again anytime soon.

“Liz are you up here?” Her dad called out just before he walked into her room.

Liz looked up to see her father and a pretty young blonde hair girl walk into her bedroom, “Yea dad…oh hi.” Liz said.

“Well Liz this young woman said she is here to work for you so I figure I better bring her on up.” Jeffery Parker said with a smile on his face as he headed back out the door.

Liz had a look of confusion on her face, “What…I don’t get it, is this a joke or something?”

“No Your Highness, not at all. My name is Maria, I was sent by the prince to help you with your packing and anything else I can do for you.” Maria said in a very confident and self assured voice.

Liz dropped the books in her hand, stumbled backwards and sat on her bed still feeling a bit shocked, “Are you serious, so what your like a…like a, what are you exactly then?” Liz asked feeling confused.

“I am your lady in waiting, Your Highness. I can help you with anything you might need, from laying out your clothes, to helping with your hair, to running errands that might be of a personnel nature.” Maria explained as she began picking up the books that Liz had dropped.

“My lady in waiting…seriously…they still have those? I mean there is still such a job as lady in waiting?” Liz asked.

Maria held out the books as Liz pointed to the box, “Actually there is, although some prefer to be called a personal assistant.”

“Ok, I have no idea what I am supposed to do with a lady in waiting but you are welcome to hang out if you want to.” Liz told her as she began picking the books up her self.

“Your Highness if I may be so bold, the prince explained that you might be unsure of some things, of the routine of palace living so I am here to answer any questions if I can and to help you out so that you don’t get so tired.” Maria explained.

“That’s sounds great, but if your going to hang out here you have to stop calling me your highness, my name is Liz or Elizabeth which ever you prefer, I am pretty able body so I am not sure that there will be that much for you to actually do but having someone here to answer my questions would be awesome.” Liz told her as she put some more books into the box.

“Ok Liz…I can do that.” Maria said as she picked up another handful of books and carried them over to the box. “So are all the books getting packed up, or just these?”

Liz smiled, “All of them, thanks.”

It did not take long for Liz to warm up to Maria she was a really wonderful girl. She was actually surprised at all the training that Maria had to go through in order to have the position she did. The vast knowledge Maria had on who was who in society as well as current fashion, hair trends and the inner workings of the palace was impressive. Liz noticed to that her demeanor had relaxed some since she had gotten there and that made things a lot easier. As they talked, Liz learned that Maria was the same age as she was, and that she had attended school for a year before she decided to train to be an assistant to a royal.

“Wow that went really fast, I think I would still be here packing if it hadn’t been for you.” Liz said as she sat down on her bed and surveyed her room.

Maria walked over to the window and looked out, “Oh wow, this is an incredible view, its beautiful here.”

“Yea, I love the ocean. It was great growing up here as a kid, the entire beach and ocean right in my back yard.” Liz said as she walked over and stood next to Maria.

“I can imagine.” Maria smiled.

“Where are you from…I mean where did you grow up?” Liz asked.

“Actually I spent most of my time in a palace. Not the one that we are going to be moving to but one like it, I was raised in Europe, my mother worked for one of Queen Beatrice’s daughters and my father was a companion to her brother.” Maria explained.

“Oh wow, that must have been different I bet?” Liz asked as she sat down on the bed.

“Yea it was, I mean I lived in one of the most beautiful castles in Europe, even if it was only in the servant’s quarters, it was still pretty awesome. But there were down sides too, my dads job was really dangerous and I did not get to see very much of him, then when I was about 8 he was killed in the line of duty. He saved Princes Howard’s life in a failed assignation attempt.” Maria said.

“OH Maria I’m sorry that must have been terrible.” Liz said feeling bad for her new friend.

“Yea it was especially on my mom, but we managed and the royal family took really good care of us. My mother is still working there and she loves it, so I guess it just kind of seemed natural for me to end up doing it too.” Maria laughed.

“Well I am glad that you are going to be helping me now because I am at a complete lost to how any of this works. Rupert keeps calling me with questions and scheduling updates, I just had no idea that there was so much work involved with being a Princess.” Liz said as she let out a heavy sigh.

Maria had to laugh at that, “Well there are some perks too. Trust me once you learn all the ins and outs you will be fine.”

“Right now I will just have to take your word for it.” Liz laughed. “So are you hungry, want to come down and keep me company while I cook?”

“You’re going to cook dinner for me?” Maria asked surprised.

“Yes, don’t worry I am actually a pretty good cook, at least that is what I have been told.” Liz told her as they headed down the stairs.

“Oh its not that, its just that…well Rupert is kind of old fashioned when it comes to position so I am not sure how he would like me sitting doing nothing while you cook dinner for me. Actually he made it quite clear that I am to always address you as Your Highness or Princess Elizabeth when we are in the company of others…just to let you know.” Maria explained.

“Well ok you help me cook and then there won’t be any problem alright. I will have to let Rupert know that I have studied culinary for two years and worked with my mother for the better part of my life, cooking is in my blood so if he thinks that marrying the Prince is going to change that he is going to be in for a shock.” Liz laughed.

Michael was sitting in the kitchen as Maria and Liz came in, “Hey Michael have you met Maria yet?”

“Yes we’ve met before; I had to go through inspection before he would let me up to your room.” Maria said sounding annoyed.

“I told you it was just a part of my job, it wasn’t personal.” Michael explained.

“Oh really, cause it felt kind of personal when you were patting me down from head to toe.” Maria said sarcastically.

Michael just shook his head, “Its procedure, I was only following procedure, I told you that.” Maria didn’t say anything doing her best to just ignore him all together.

“Liz is there anything I can help you with?” Michael asked looking a bit rejected.

“No we have it under control, I am not going to be going anywhere this evening so you can hang out with Alex if you like, I know he said something about playing Halo.” Liz told him.

“Ok thanks.” Michael said as he left the room.

Liz and Maria continued chatting as they finished cooking dinner. She liked Maria, she decided to call and thank the Prince for sending her, Liz soon realized that with Maria’s understanding of palace life would be invaluable to her.
After dinner Liz and Maria packed up several more boxes and then decided to call it a night. Maria headed downstairs to give Liz some privacy as she called the Prince.

“Hello.” Max answered.

“HI, I just wanted to call and say thank you for sending Maria to help me.” Liz said.

“Oh I am glad she will be able to be of some help. You sounded so tired the last time we spoke; I hoped you wouldn’t mind me taking the liberty of sending her to you now.” Max told her.

“Oh no not at all, I should be able to accomplish a lot more now and well it is nice to have someone who knows all the ins and outs of living at the palace.” Liz told him

“Trust me it’s not that hard living here I promise.” Max told her.

“I wanted to ask you something…” Liz began.

Max noticed the change in her voice and the hesitation, “Yes of course, I want you to feel free to talk to me about anything?”

“Well it’s about the wedding, I know your sister is coming but I just wondered what you might like to have … I mean how you might like the ceremony to be?” Liz asked

Max got very quiet and didn’t answer right away. Liz felt uncomfortable and regretted immediately having brought it up, as silence filled the air her nerves grew worse, “OF course you’re probably very busy and I should not have troubled you about this, its not important.” Liz stammered.

Max knew that she misunderstood his silence and he felt bad for not answering sooner, “Its not that I am not interested Liz, it’s just … Ava made all the arrangements for our wedding, she handled everything so I guess I just assumed you would too.”

Liz cringed, she knew it, she should not have asked, of course he did not want to be bothered with wedding details to someone he didn’t know, “Oh ok, well…I can just…I mean I will…” Liz tried to think of what to say, “Oh I am sorry my mother needs me and I have to go right now so um I will talk to you later I guess…ok mom I am coming…” Liz lied about her mom; she just wanted to end the call and crawl into the corner.

Max could tell that she misunderstood what he was trying to say, “Liz I don’t think you understood what I was trying to…”

“Oh no I understand… I am sorry Your Highness but I really have to go…bye” Liz said as she hung up the phone. Her heart was racing, she closed her eyes and leaned back on her bed, “Why did I ever think he would want to be a part of the decisions about this wedding, a wedding to someone he isn’t in love with and barely even knows. OF course Ava made all the arrangements for their wedding, she was probably very capable of doing all the things a princess does correctly.” Liz hated feeling jealous over Ava but she couldn’t help her self. “Now he is going to think I am incapable of doing anything he’ll think that I am…” Liz stopped for a moment and shook her head, “What will he think, he probably hated having to talk to me about her… way to go Liz you probably just brought up so much more pain for him, now he is thinking about their wedding and how doesn’t even really want to be getting married, you are such a idiot.” She scolded herself.

Max hung up his phone, he should have been more clear about what he meant. It wasn’t that he did not want to help with the wedding, it’s just that when he and Ava married she wanted to handle it all her self, she said that he would only get in the way, so he left it to her. Stupidly he just assumed that Liz would feel the same way that Ava did. Maybe he should call her back and straighten things out, but then that would be assuming that her mother really didn’t want her help with something, Max thought to him self. He ran his hands through his hair, “Why does this have to be so hard…because I’m making it hard that’s why…if you would just go and meet with her…” Max told him self as he took Liz picture out of his pocket and stared down into her deep brown eyes, “I want to, a part of me wants to meet you, wants to tell Hugh to drive directly to the airport, to have the plane ready and come to meet with you tonight, but every time I think about it, every time I get close…” Max let out a heavy sigh, “Thoughts of Ava creep back in… I feel so much guilt about her, I wish I could tell you Liz I wish I could find the words to explain, a part of me knows that you would listen that you would understand but the guilt, the feeling that I am some how betraying Ava it just overwhelms me and I can’t breath.” Max whispered gently as he slid the picture back into his pocket. He leaned his head back up against the seat of the limo and closed his eyes, “Oh Ava I am so sorry if only we hadn’t been fighting that night before the accident, maybe I could some how find peace and a way to go on with my life. I know in my heart I should have stopped you from leaving, I should have gone after you, but you were so determined…If only I could have made you listen but you were so head strong, so stubborn at times…” Max thought as tears slid down his cheek. He knew in his heart that some how he was going to have to resolve this turmoil going on inside him; he had a knew wife coming and if his marriage to Liz were going to work at all he was going to have to find a way to deal with this guilt and his feelings for his dead wife.

The next week flew by for Liz, she tried not to think about the disastrous call between her and Max, but the truth was she had thought about little else. Having Maria and Michael there helped. Maria was wonderful and the two women had quickly become friends, and Liz just loved having Michael around too. It was like having another big brother around all the time. At first he tried to maintain his position as companion and follow protocol but Liz had wore him down, now he was just as comfortable talking and being with her as she was with him. It was really nice to have them since her mother and father were both so busy with work and Alex had gone back to school. Liz smiled to herself as she thought about Michael and the way he was trying to get Maria to pay attention to him, it was so obvious that he cared for her, but Maria had confided in Liz that while she did like Michael she was afraid and didn’t think she could deal with the whole job thing, knowing that pain that her mother had gone through when her father was killed was just to much. Liz decided though that she was not going to give up on the two of them as a couple she had a good feeling about them and she was determined to help Michael win Maria’s heart. Someone should be happy and in love she thought to her self as she sat in her bedroom window watching as a storm rolled in. She loved the storms, the energy and force, it made her heart race, it made her feel alive in away that she couldn’t explain. The skies were getting darker as the thunder and lightening started. She thought about her phone call to Max, she had thought about calling him back several times but she chickened out each time, she wanted to tell him she was sorry if talking about the wedding and Ava had caused him any pain she hated the thought of him hurting. As far as the wedding was concerned Isabel and Chard were both to arrive in the morning. They had 2 weeks until the ceremony was to happen and she was feeling a bit sad. She wanted Max to be apart of the wedding in some way but she wasn’t sure how to make that happen since she really knew so little about him. She was to nervous to call him, after a few moments thought she made her decision, she picked up her phone and dialed Rupert, “Hello Rupert…yes I am doing well thank you for asking…I have a question actually, does the Prince receive email, he does…would you know the address that I might send a message to him…ok…I got it thank you Rupert you have been very helpful.” Liz hung up the phone and smiled to her self, “I’ll just send him an email that way I don’t have to worry about asking the wrong thing again.” She thought to her self.

IT had been 5 days exactly since he and Liz had last spoken, Max thought. He was still irritated with himself for not calling her back and clearing things up with her. Work had been busy that helped keep his mind off of things. He glanced down at his calendar on his desk; he and Liz were to marry in exactly 2 weeks. As the wedding approached Max found him self feeling more and more apprehensive, there was still so much inner conflict going on with in his heart. Max closed his lap top and pushed his chair back from his desk; he was just about to go to lunch when he heard a knock at his door. “Yes, come in.”

King William walked in and sat down, “So how are things going?” he asked.

Max leaned back in his chair, “Well actually things are looking up, I ran into Mr. Whitmore and he has decided to vote our way, he said it was that impassioned speech that mother gave at the labor rally Tuesday evening that made up his mind.”

“I know, two other members of parliament are voting our way too, and that my dear boy is exactly why I asked your mother to speak.” The King smiled.

“Well maybe we won’t need Mr. Kensit vote after all, that would be nice wouldn’t it.” Max said. He could tell by the look on his fathers face that he hadn’t come in to talk to him about work. “So what is it, I am guessing you didn’t come in here to speak with me about parliament or the labor party.’

“No I didn’t, actually its about Ava’s private quarters, it needs to be cleared of her things, I know this is hard for you so I thought that perhaps I might have your mother and Rupert go through and pack things up until you can go through and decide what will be sent over to the museum and what you want to do with the rest of her things.” King William explained.

“OH … I guess I do need to get that done don’t I.” Max said as he let out a sigh.

“Well unless you plan to share your room with Liz right after the ceremony then, yes you need to get this taken care of.” His father told him.

Max shook his head, “NO I don’t think that will be a good idea, I don’t think Liz would be very comfortable with sharing a room right away and the truth is I am not ready to have an intimate relationship with anyone just yet either.”

“Well that is perfectly understandable and I quite agree that you both need some time to get to know each other, the rest will come in time I am sure.” His father assured him.

“I should have had all of Ava’s things cleared out long before now. When she first died it was just too hard, I didn’t want to face the reality of what had happened, and then as time passed I just put it from my mind it was easier then dealing with it.” Max admitted.

“I know Max… but just remember to give your self and Liz time, make it a priority to spend time together and to get to know her, try to become friends that is where any real solid relationship begins.” The king told him.

“Thanks…oh and dad I will help Rupert take care of Ava’s things don’t bother mother with it.” Max told him.

“Are you sure that is a good idea…I mean with the wedding just a few weeks away now and how you have been feeling?” King William asked a bit concerned.

“I will be fine; really I think I am ready for this.” Max said as his cell phone beeped. He had a new message from Liz, it was a text message. Max smiled as he read it to him self. “Apparently she has sent me an email but wanted to make sure that I got it so she text messaged me that she sent an email.” Max explained to his father.

The king got to his feet, “Well I will leave you to read your mail then…but Max just remember that if going through Ava’s things gets to hard your mother and I are here to help ok.”

Max shook his head that he understood and thanked his father once again. As the king closed the door Max opened his email, and read it.

Dear Prince Maxwell,

I just thought that I might write an email and share a bit, maybe ask a few questions so that we might begin to get to know each other. For instance I love to read, one of my favorite things to do is curl up with a favorite book and spend hours reading in my window seat. I love Jane Austin, Pride and Prejudice is my all time favorite, Elizabeth Bennet was a strong woman who deeply cared for her family. Do you enjoy reading? I also love music, all kinds really, but lately I have been really listening to soft Jazz, no vocals really just instrumentals. What are your favorite kinds of music? I love the fall, I love it when the leaves change colors, all the deep dark reds and bright yellows and oranges, I love that the days get shorter, and watching the first storms of the season as they roll in across the ocean. Do you like the ocean, would you ever want to spend time there? I love the color green; but not that color crayon box green or Christmas green rather that deep dark aged pine tree green.. I love lilacs my grandmother always had lilacs in her garden and when I was little she and I would have elaborate tea parties in her garden all after noon. Every time I smell lilacs it reminds me of my Grandma Claudia. I am neither a cat person nor a dog person; I like both animals equally even though I have actually never had one as a pet because my older brother is allergic. Well one of the reasons I didn’t call was that I was feeling a bit nervous and I did not want to ramble on and take up to much of your time and here I am doing just that in an email…please if you are comfortable doing so, share with me, I know that this is strange for the both of us, anyway its your turn

Waiting to hear from you…
Elizabeth Parker

Max closed his lap top and leaned back in his chair, he smiled as he thought about what Liz had written, she was definitely a romantic he thought to himself. He loved the fact that she rambled on and shared so much of herself with him. He was enjoying getting to know her slowly like this; it made things so much easier for him. At times he had wished that he and Ava had taken things a bit slower but she was so eager to marry, and their relationship progressed so fast. Max opened his lap top back up and began typing his reply;

Dear Elizabeth,

It is nice to hear from you but I must admit I miss the sound of your voice. To answer some of your questions, I do like to read a good mystery novel when I have the time, which of late has not been to often. I also enjoy music, I love to relax and unwind to classical music, and some of Mozart’s piano concertos are my favorite. I love the winter months, the pace of life seems to slow down just a bit for me, people are busy with their families and the weather affords me a few more days to stay at home not so many meetings all the time. I do like the ocean very much but I have not been in several years, as for spending time there that would be wonderful. I guess I would have to say my favorite color is dark blue. I never really thought very much about flowers but I do enjoy the gardens here at the palace. As for pets, my mother has two cats, their names are Kanga and Roo and that is probably as closest to having a house pet as I have ever come. You are right about this being strange but I am glad that you chose to accept my father proposal…I just wanted you to know that.

Sincerely
Prince Maxwell

After reading over his letter again he hit send and then closed his laptop he knew that he had not opened up quite as much as Liz had but he hoped she would understand and see it as a beginning. Thinking about what his father had said he picked up his phone and called Rupert, “Hello Rupert…yes I need you to clear my schedule for Monday…yes cancel all my meetings and reschedule and I will be needing your help to clear out Princess Ava’s private quarters before the wedding…thank you Rupert.”

Liz was feeling restless it had been at least three hours since she sent her email and still no reply. Maybe he is regretting going along with this whole idea, she thought to herself. Feeling like her stomach was tied in knots she decided to get out and walk for a while. She glanced out her window, the storm had passed for the most part so she headed down stairs to find Michael, after that first night she made a point of telling him where she was going at all times. A nice long walk along the beach just might do the trick and take her mind off of the Prince.

“Hey Michael I am going out for a walk” Liz called as she slipped on her raincoat and rubber boots.

Michael got to his feet and headed for his coat, “I need to remember to get some of those stylish rubber boots for myself.” He teased Liz.

“Yea well it’s not about fashion it’s about keeping dry. Should I ask Maria to come do you think?” Liz asked.

“You wouldn’t be playing match maker again would you?” Michael asked.

“Perhaps, would you rather that I didn’t?” Liz asked not wanting Michael to feel as though she were over stepping their friendship.

“No I can use all the help I can get actually.” Michael laughed.

Liz smiled at him and went to find Maria, it only took a few moments for Liz to connivance her to join them on her walk, she could tell that Maria really liked Michael in spite of all her protests. The three of them headed down the beach towards the cove, she found herself thinking about her first kiss all those years ago, “Michael is there any chance that Prince Max and his family might have ever visited around here?”

“It is possible they have a large summer house just down the beach from here.” Michael told her. “I don’t know how often the family comes though; they tend to keep that kind of information on a need to know bases so that when the family does come they are not bothered by the press.”

“I didn’t know they had a house around here.” Liz said.

“It’s not really a house more like a compound actually. There’s 10 miles of beach front property and the house has at least 15 bedrooms. It’s really beautiful King Williams’s father had it built as a gift to his wife when they were first married. I heard that it has the most beautiful views of the ocean as well as a large swimming pool and garden area.” Maria told her. Seeing the look on both Michael and Liz faces she laughed, “Ok I am a bit of a nerd when it comes to history and the royals I can’t help it… I keep up on this kind of stuff, so shoot me.”

Liz laughed, “Well it seems you know more about my future family then I do.”

“Yeah well some people see it as an obsession; I like to think of it as a hobby.” Maria laughed.

“Have you always lived here in this house Liz?” Michael asked.

“Uh huh, my parents bought this house when they were first married and we have never lived any where else. It was a great place to grow up, surfing and swimming. Alex and I use to go exploring all the time with my dad when we were kids. One of my favorite spots is around this large rock over here and back up into Old Mans Cove, you can only get in or out when the tide is low. Once high tide comes in the entire place is covered in water and you can find yourself trapped.” Liz told them.

“Can we get there now?” Maria asked.

Liz shook her head as she pointed out along the cliffs edge, “No see how high the water level is along here, even though high tide is still a few hours from now the storm has caused the waves to be higher then normal so even if we got out there we might find that the water is just to deep in some areas and those rocks can be really treacherous.” Liz told them, “Besides you have to be careful of sneaker waves.”

“What are sneaker waves?” Michael asked as a large wave from out of no where splashed up against him. He was caught completely off guard as the sand beneath his feet began to sink and he found herself being pushed over and pulled out by the force of the wave. Liz reacted with out thinking and ran straight into the water, Maria following close behind her. In a matter of seconds Liz had his arm in her grasp and began pulling him back in toward the shore line. Maria finally reached the two of them and grabbed his other arm and together they dragged him further in toward the beach. Maria fell down on the soft damp sand and wiped off her face, “Let me guess that was a sneaker wave right?”

Liz smiled and wiped the water from her face, “I am sorry guys I should have warned you sooner about that happening, you have to be careful around the waters edge and really shouldn’t turn your back to it, particular after ruff storms because of the waves. Most of the waves that come in are small but when the bigger ones combine with the smaller they can rush in and catch you off guard.”

“A lesson I will remember.” Maria told her as she wrung out the bottom of her sweater.

“Liz you can’t do stuff like that in the future, you can’t just jump in and put yourself at risk.” Michael told her in a very serious tone.

“What are you talking about…?” Liz began to protest.

“No Liz he is right as much as I hate to agree with him on this he is right, your not just Liz Parker any more, Your Princess Elizabeth Ann Parker.” Maria told her.

“So… you were in trouble you needed help what was I suppose to do just sit here and let you drown.” Liz asked rather indigent.

“No you are suppose to let Maria help me but never under any circumstance are you to put your self in any kind of possible danger, its my job to keep you safe but you have to take your new position seriously, when it comes down to it your life is my job period.” Michael told her not leaving any room for doubt that he meant it.

Liz sat there for a moment and stared out into the water, she didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t raised like that to think of only herself first and not to help others. This was not something she was sure she could do, she had become such good friends with Michael and the thought of seeing anything happen to him made her feel terrible. “I don’t know what to say Michael I guess…” She looked at him as tears formed in her eyes, “I just don’t know what to say to that right now…” she told him then headed back up into the house.

“Michael she wasn’t raised in the palace you know, this is hard for her, give her some space.” Maria pleaded with him softly.

“I can’t do that Maria, what if she and I are walking down the street and some crazed guy comes running out from no where with a gun, it’s my job to get her to safety and make sure she doesn’t get shot.” Michael told feeling angry and frustrated.

“Even taking that bullet for her if necessary right?” Maria said softly.

“Yes Maria even taking that bullet for her if it came to that.” Michael said some of the anger leaving his voice.

“Because it’s your job…” Maria said.

“That and she is my friend…” Michael said as he turned to leave. “I would take a bullet for you too Maria and that’s not my job.”

Maria didn’t say anything letting the full wait of what he had just said to her sink in. She watched as Liz went into the house and then Michael shortly there after. She wrapped her arms around her waist and slowly made her way up to the house; she hoped Liz would be alright, she could see that the realization of what Michael had said to her was weighing heavy on her heart.

Hopefully you are all still liking this
See Ya
James

Here is part 6 to my little story. I wanted to take a moment and say thank you to everyone for the feedback. I know that your all waiting with baited breath to have them meet and they will I promise but not yet so hope you will hang with the story;-)
Rateing is TEEN/MATURE
this is a Max and Liz story but as nothing to do with the show
I do not own anything to do with the show. Posted on July 5th at 6:59

The Rest of the afternoon…

Liz didn’t talk much to either Michael or Maria for the rest of the afternoon. She got out of her wet things and slid into a warm bath. She suddenly felt that things were very complicated. She still did not know what to say to Michael about what had happened, the thought that she was suppose to place more value on her own life then his was so foreign to her. For the first time she was beginning to have real doubt as to weather she could actually go through with her decision. She wished she had someone that she could go to talk with but she was at a loss. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and tried to relax. After her bath she did feel a bit better, and she was happy to see that Max had written her back. He had opened up a little bit with her that helped some. She wondered how he dealt with the thought of someone dieing just so that he would be safe.
It was the sound of a loud knock at her door that interrupted her thoughts, “Yes come in.”

“Liz, I wanted to tell you that I am sorry for not thanking you for helping me out there.” Michael told her as he walked into the room.

Liz smiled at him, “Why is it that I feel a but coming on?”

“Ok there is a but coming on, look I care about you, you have become like a little sister to me and that’s part of the problem, I should have maintained more of a professional distance but I didn’t…anyway what I am trying to say is that I think it will be easier for you if I have James ask to have me reassigned.” Michael told her.

“No Michael I don’t want you to do that…look its true that I feel close to you and I would be crushed if anything were to happen to you but I know that your doing your job and I know that what you said is true I have to let you do that job without interfering. If I promise to listen to what you have to say and follow instructions more will you reconsider and stay on as my companion, please?” Liz asked him.

Michael shook his head, “if at any time our friendship gets in the way of me keeping you safe then I am going to leave ok?”

Liz agreed and closed the door as he left to go into the other room. Michael stopped at the top of the stairs as Maria was coming up. He didn’t say a word; he just walked past with out even looking at her. Maria grabbed his arm, “Is everything ok?”

Michael shook his head, “Yea.”

Maria could see that he was still upset, “Michael about what you said out there on the beach…”

“What about it…” Michael asked as he stared intently into her eyes.

“I just wanted you to know that I appreciate what you said, it was very sweet and it meant a lot to me…” Maria told him.

“I meant it; I like you Maria and I am not the type of guy to play games so if you if you’re seriously not interested at all and want me to just leave it then I will.” Michael told her.

“Wow nothing like being straight to the point with you ugh?” Maria said in a teasing voice.

Michael wasn’t in any mood for teasing, “I’m being serious, and I really hope you will at least give me a chance…”

Maria looked into his eyes, “give me time ok Michael I’m not saying no but there is some stuff I have to work through so for now, can we take things slow?”

Michael smiled, “I can do slow…” He whispered softly. Maria gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then continued up the stairs to see how Liz was doing.

Liz finished sorting through the rest of her personal things, Rupert asked her to have most of her things packed and ready for shipping by the end of the week. He had arranged for the moving company to have her possessions brought to the palace for her. She had thought about calling Max and speaking with him about what happened with Michael but she was reluctant to do so; she was not sure if talking about death may be to difficult of a reminder of Ava. She remembered reading that both Ava’s driver and personal companion were also killed in the accident. Liz sat down on her bed and breathed a heavy sighed, it was strange to her, not only did she find her self thinking about Max, but it seemed that Ava was in her thoughts a great deal as well. “I really hope it’s not always this way Lord.” She whispered up a small prayer just as her bedroom door opened

Maria popped her head in to see how Liz was doing, “Hey need any help in here?”

“Yes, defiantly…I was just about to go through my clothes and I wasn’t completely sure what to take and what to leave behind.” Liz told her as she grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.

Maria laughed, “Ok…well not to be rude but let me just say that nothing you have here is going to work for the day to day schedule that is going to be expected of you.” Seeing the look of panic on Liz face Maria quickly added, “But that’s ok remember Chard is coming, he will be designing your wedding gown as well as a whole new wardrobe for you.”

Liz took in a deep breath, “Right…ok then do you think I have to leave all this here then…” Liz said as she picked up a pair of faded blue jeans, “I mean these are my favorite jeans…and I love my Winnie the pooh pajamas”

“No you can bring them, these are fine for wearing when you have free time or when your at the palace…and I love the Winnie the pooh PJ’s, and I bet the prince will think they are so hot, he will probably really love them.” Maria teased her.

“HA HA Maria… very funny” Liz said as she tossed her pooh bear pj’s at Maria. “But you know what, I haven’t thought about lingerie at all…I mean eventually he and I are going to be intimate right.” Liz said as she sat back down on the end of her bed.

Maria laughed, “Well let’s hope so otherwise it is going to be a very boring marriage.”

“I’m serious; I’ve never really bought anything like that before…I never really had any reason too.” Liz said.

Maria walked over and sat down next to Liz, “Don’t panic… I will take you to one of the nicest boutiques for intimate appeal in Kensington ok?” Liz nodded her head in agreement just as the phone began ringing. She looked at the number it was Prince Maxwell, “Hello”

“Liz, I hope I am not calling at a bad time.” Max asked.

“No not at all…” Liz said as Maria discreetly let her self out of the room.

“Rupert has just informed me that Isabel and Chard had conflicting schedules so they are coming to see you tomorrow if that works for you?” Max asked her.

She was a bit surprised that he was calling her, “Oh ok….sure that will work for me.”

“Great I will let Rupert know then.” Max told her.

Liz was puzzled and she just had to ask “Is Rupert alright…I mean usually he would call me for this kind of thing?”

“Yes, Rupert is well. I just thought I might call, I hope you don’t mind.” Max asked hoping she didn’t.

“OH no I don’t mind…it’s very sweet of you.” Liz told him

“About Chard…I have met him several times and he is very forceful with his opinions, don’t let him bully you alright. I want you to be comfortable if he suggests something that you don’t care for tell him.” Max warned her.

Liz liked the fact that he cared about her feelings and wanted her to be happy, “OK I’ll do that…actually I have pretty strong opinions of my own so hopefully we won’t clash heads to much.”

“Well just stand your ground if it’s important to you alright.” He told her.

Liz decided to speak up about her wedding dress, “Umm…I know that the King and Queen had planned for Chard to design a dress for me for the wedding but, I was just wondering if I have to do that. It is a very wonderful gift but I have always dreamed of wearing my grandmothers wedding dress…I know that probably seems silly.”

“It’s not silly Liz, it’s our wedding you should wear the dress that you want.” Max said in a firm voice.

Liz smiled; “You just said our wedding…” she spoke softly into the phone.

“I’m trying…I may not be there all the way yet, but I want you to know that I am trying and that I really do want this wedding to happen.” Max told her his voice filled with emotion.

“I’m glad you told me…” Liz said

“Well it is getting late I should go…goodnight Liz.” He said reluctant to hang up the phone.

Liz whispered back, “Good night.”

Max sat back in his chair and thought about what had just happened between the two of them. He could tell that Liz was starting to feel a bit more relaxed around him and he was defiantly enjoying getting to know her, he just hoped that once they finally met it would not change the ease they were beginning to feel around one another now.


See Ya
James

Thanks to everyone for all the great feedback. So here is the next part to our little story, hope you like it.
Rating is TEEN/Mature
this story dose not follow Roswell at all but is all about Max and Liz
I do not own anything to do with Roswell

Two Princesses and a designer…

Liz woke up early; she was both excited and nervous to meet Princess Isabel. She wanted to make a good impression on her future sister in law. It was only 9:00 and the princess and Chard were not even supposed to arrive until 11:00. Her mother had prepared some wonderful horderves for her to serve. Liz found herself sitting in front of her mirror trying to decide what she should wear, some how jeans and a sweat shirt didn’t seem like a good idea. She had been playing with her hair for awhile when Maria came into the room, “Need some help with your hair?” she asked.

Liz looked relieved, “I didn’t want to bug you so early but I defiantly could use some help with my hair and my clothes.”

“That’s what I am here for; you’re not nervous are you?” Maria asked as she began combing out Liz hair.

“Yes, I don’t know why but I am, as weird as this sound I am actually more nervous about meeting Princess Isabel then I was meeting the King and Queen. Her and Max are really close I have heard, I guess I just want to make a good impression.” Liz admitted as Maria finished fixing her hair.

“She is going to like you so don’t worry, your one of the nicest people I have ever met.” Maria told her.
Liz smiled, “Thank you Maria.”

“So what are you going to wear?” She asked.

Liz laughed, “I have no idea, although I am pretty sure that jeans and tee shirt won’t quite make it?”

Maria shook her head no. Then she walked over to Liz closet and after several minutes pulled out a navy blue skirt, a short sleeve pale purple top and an off white cardigan to go over the top. She handed the clothes over to Liz, “This will work, it’s cute, but casual and this color of purple really brings out your eyes.”

Liz liked the outfit; she went into the bathroom to get dressed. She really liked the look Maria had put together for her, “I don’t think I even need Chard, I love what you did with my hair and this out fit is gorgeous together.”

“Thanks but I have seen Chards work, the man is a genius truly I would kill to have him design a dress for me some day.” Maria told her.

Liz finally felt like she could relax a bit, “So how are things with you and Michael going? I noticed that he was a bit more relaxed at dinner and you were not so…umm mean towards him.” She said hoping not to offend her.

Maria laughed a little, “I’m not mean to Michael.”

Liz raised her eyebrows, “well you weren’t last night at least that’s why I noticed that something was different.”

“You think I have been being mean to Michael…seriously?” Maria asked a bit shocked.

Liz shook her head yes and Maria let out a small sigh, “Yeah well maybe I have been…its kind of a defensive mechanism of mine I guess.”

“So then what gives, you weren’t being mean last night at all?” Liz asked her.

Maria smiled, “Look at you, your are such a little match maker” Seeing the look on Liz face she knew she would have to tell, “alright fine, Michael and I had a little talk and I basically told him that I am interested in him but I want things to go slow.”

“Really, are you feeling better about his job then? Liz asked a bit surprised.

“Well Michael is different, he has a side to him that my father never did, I mean with my dad it was always work, at least as far as I can remember, but Michael seems like there is more to him and I like that so we shall see where it all leads from here.”

“Oh that’s so great Maria, who knows it may not be so long from now that we are planning a wedding for you too.” Liz teased her.

Maria laughed, “See I thought I was going to have trouble convincing Michael to take things slow and here you are already having me married before I have even gone a first date.”

Liz laughed, “Well that’s what I’m doing…getting married and never even been on a date, at least you have met Michael face to face.”

“Yeah well if Michael were the crown prince of his own country and had about 50 billion dollars in his bank account I might be willing to marry him too.” Maria told her.

Liz shook her head, “HA HA Maria so funny.” Liz finished putting her make up on and turned around for Maria to see, “So do I look ok?”

“Perfect…the only thing I would do is take off the pink slippers and put on the black pumps.” Maria told as she pointed down to Liz’s feet. Liz looked down and shook her head while mumbling under her breath about her never making it through this day. She spent the next few minute searching her closet for her other shoe while Maria changed her clothes. Liz glanced over and started to laugh at the site of her, “Umm, what is that you’re wearing, is that a uniform?”

Maria had on a very plain knee length black skirt with a white shirt and a black vest. “Yep that is exactly what it is. I’m on duty today remember, so all while Princess Isabel and Chard are here, I will address you as Princess Elizabeth or your highness. I will take notes of the meeting for you, then be calling Rupert with any scheduling that might need to be done and I will also be serving the drinks and horderves ok.”

“OH but Maria I can’t ask you to do that…” Liz protested.

“You’re not asking me Liz, this is what I get paid to do remember, it’s my job and your job as the future Princess is to let me do my job, deal?” Maria told her as she pulled her air up into a bun and put her blazer on.

Liz closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, “Am I ever going to get use to this…being a princess thing?”

“Yes, you will because I will be here to make sure that you do now come on move it down stairs.” Maria warned her.

“I bet Princess Isabel’s personal assistant doesn’t talk to her that way.” Liz teased.

Maria laughed, “I bet your right.”

It wasn’t long before a long black stretch limo pulled up into there drive way. Liz peeked out the window just in time to see a silver hair older gentleman step outside of the driver’s side then walk back and open the door to the passenger side. Liz took in a deep breath and walked over to the door waiting to answer it when Maria shook her head, “You go sit down…you’re the princess remember just keep telling yourself that alright.”
Liz sat down and waited as the door bell rang and Maria answered it, she watched as Maria curtsied to Isabel and then led her into the living room.

Liz stood up to greet her guest, “hello…Princess Isabel, I’m Elizabeth Parker, you can call me Liz.”

“You don’t have to call me Princess we are going to be family after all, Max always calls me Is so you can call me that too if you want too.” Isabel told her.

Maria stood off to the side and waited until the two women had sat down before she spoke, “Your highness, may I offer you some ice tea, or some lemonade?”

Isabel shook her head, “No actually would you be a dear and get me some water, bottle water if you have it.”

“Yes Your Highness… anything for you miss?” Maria asked as she turned to Liz.

Liz shook her head no, trying hard to keep a straight face, for some reason she kept thinking about the times she would spend playing tea with her grandma when she was younger, this seemed very much like that she thought. Maria left and returned from the kitchen with a glass filled with ice and a bottle of water on a tray next to it. She walked over and sat the tray down on the table then proceeded to open the bottle and pour the entire contents into the glass all while Isabel chatted on about how beautiful Liz’s family home was.

Isabel sipped the water and smiled, “Thank you. I don’t think we will need you until Chard arrives.” Maria curtsied again and went back into the kitchen.

Liz tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. Isabel could tell she was nervous, “My mother was right you are very pretty.”

“Oh thank you, your parents were so kind when they came; I really enjoyed talking with them.” Liz said.

“Well you have almost met the whole family, well everyone except Max. You’re very generous person Liz I don’t think I could do what you are doing?” Isabel told her.

Liz felt a bit nervous, “I don’t know if what I am doing is generous…”

“Yes it is, Max has all the advantages in this marriage, your giving up everything your way of life, your home, all to marry someone you haven’t even met.” Isabel told her.

Liz shifted in her chair not sure what to say, “I don’t want you to think I am some kind of a saint or something, I have my reasons for wanting to go through with this wedding too.”

“I’m not trying to be condescending Liz, I meant what I said about you being a carrying and generous person, truth is I think your just the person Max needs in his life right now even if he doesn’t fully know it yet.” Isabel said. “I’m not like Max; he is the mature, hard working, responsible one out of the two of us, he will make a great king someday. I have no desire to ever run Sadatority, I love it here but it’s not something I would be good at. Max is a natural leader, and it’s like it was just always his destiny to rule some day. I on the other hand am a spoiled princess and I do that very well.” Isabel smiled.

Liz didn’t say anything; she wasn’t sure how to respond to what Isabel had just said. Seeing Liz’s uneasiness Isabel reassured her, “I know this is strange for you, I just wanted you to know up front that I support your marriage to Max, not only because I think that you can make him happy, but because I really don’t want the throne, Max must marry in order to remain the heir apparent. I hope that you and I can be friends. Ava and I were close friends before she and Max married but then we drifted a part, I think she worried that I might one day get in the way of her desire to rule along with Max. Ava was at times very ambitious.” Isabel admitted.

“That must have made things hard for you.” Liz said her voice filled with sympathy.

“It did at times.” Isabel said her voice hinting at some by gone sadness that might still be lingering. “Anyway I just wanted to share this with you and hope that we can be close, I love Max dearly but I always wanted a sister secretly.” Isabel told her.

Liz laughed, “You don’t seem like a spoiled princess, if you don’t mind me saying so, you’re so warm and open.”

Isabel smiled, “Well wait until Chard arrives, which should be at any moment.”

Liz glanced down at her watch, “Oh I had forgotten that he was coming too.”

Isabel laughed, “Don’t tell him that…he has a huge ego and thinks he is the worlds answer to every fashion question. That reminds me before I forget, as far as Chard is concerned you and Max are just like any other normal couple, he doesn’t need to know that this is an arranged marriage.”

“Well I am not ashamed of the fact …” Liz said a bit defensively.

“OH I didn’t mean it like that, its just that Chard can be a bit of a gossip, anything to get himself more press, and well if the press gets wind of it being an arranged marriage, well lets just say that they can be pretty brutal at times.” Isabel explained.

Liz sat back in her chair, “Oh I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Its alright, I know a lot of this is coming at you really fast.” Isabel told her.

Liz smiled and once again felt reminded that she had a lot to learn still about being a princess. She watched Isabel closely, she was beautiful and very posed, it was almost like she demanded attention just by sitting in the room. It was the sound of someone knocking at the door that interrupted her thoughts, she had to remind herself not to go and answer it instead she waited calmly and let Maria get it. Maria escorted a tall young man probably in his early thirties into the room. Liz noticed his bright blue eyes and dark wavy black hair, “Your Highness, this is Chard; this is her Royal Highness Elizabeth Ann Parker.”

“Thank you Maria.” Liz managed to say feeling completely awkward. The man immediately walked over, took her hand in his and kissed in gently. “It is my pleasure to be here today to help plan this wedding. I have not been told very much about you except that you have been given the title Princess and will be marrying Prince Maxwell.” He walked around her as she stood there, “Well… you are a bit short, and the hair does need help, my gosh who did your makeup? Oh but your figure is perfect so I can work with that.” He said as he looked Liz up and down.

Liz was a bit taken by surprise by his forward and pushy manor. “It’s nice to meet you, I think.” She said somewhat under her breath.

“Now Chard, be nice, I think she is wonderful.” Princess Isabel told him as he kissed her hand.

“You’re Highness as always you are looking marvelous, simply marvelous. Did Anthony do those highlights for you because they are stunning, simply stunning. You see Princess Elizabeth this is what I am talking about, this color of hair is to die for, it will be the color to have for the summer mark my word. I will set up an appointment with Anthony, he’ll do a cut and color for you, we simply must get ride of this long stringy mousey brown hair before the wedding.” Chard told her. Liz was about to say something but he didn’t giver her a chance he just kept right on talking. “Now as for the dress I was thinking something very long, very flowing, at least a 25 foot train, no sleeves, no straps, and defiantly no lace. I hate lace.” He said as he took a deep breath.

“I like lace.” Liz said simply as she sat back down.

I think there should be at least three flower girls, and ten bridesmaids along with ten groom’s men. I am seeing a wonderful pale green gown for all the ladies and the men will wear the same traditional formal military tux that the Prince will wear.”

Isabel decided to sit back a bit and see how well Liz could hold her own with someone like Chard, after all she was about to be thrown into society very quickly and sadly not everyone was very nice. She didn’t say too much instead she let Chard be him self.

“Now for the wedding ceremony it self, I know it is suppose to be small so I was planning for the guest list to be around 500. I know Prince Maxwell wants it in the Palace Chapel but I am hoping that is negotiable since it is so very small and dark. I want this wedding to be bright, I was thinking the ceremony needs to happen in the morning around 11:00 am that way will we have the sun high in the sky but it won’t be so stifling hot. Nothing is worse on the make up then the heat.” He stopped for a moment and looked at Maria who was taking notes, “I hope I am not going to fast for you sweetie, if I am just wave and I will slow down ok.” Maria didn’t say anything.
“Now I think for flowers we are going to want to use lots of bright pinks, yellows, and perhaps some pale purples, it is a spring wedding after all.”

Liz had just about enough she had tried several times to speak only to be interrupted or ignored completely. “Mr. Chard….Mr. Chard, I have a few things I…” Liz said.

Chard looked at her and smiled, “its Chard Princess, simply Chard.”

“Yes, Chard…I wanted to say that the chapel is not open for discussion, that is the Prince’s one request and…” Liz started to say.

“Oh don’t you worry about that Your Highness, I am sure if we simply tell him that the chapel is not doable he will relent, now as for the music…” Chard interrupted Liz and started right back in. Isabel could see that Liz was getting upset; she was just about to jump in when Liz stood up and walked out of the room making an excuse about needing to get something. Maria followed after her and closed the pass through door to the living room. Isabel decided that perhaps it was time to rein Chard in.

Liz was frustrated she was pacing back and forth fuming as Maria walked in behind her, “That man may be a genius at fashion but he is rude and obnoxious and…” Liz bit out the words.

“Liz you don’t have to do what he says, you’re the princess remember tell him what you want, take charge, he works for you.” Maria told her.

“I don’t want to be rude in front of Max’s sister or to the King and Queen, they sent him here.” Liz said calming down just a little.

Maria shook her head, “Liz you need to go out there and tell him what you want, calmly, politely, but firmly. I promise you that if it were Princess Isabel’s wedding being planned she would be calling the shots.”

“You think so?” Liz asked feeling unsure.

“Yes, I am so sure I would stake my life on it now get out there and be a Princess, polite calm, but firm, got it.” Maria said encouraging her.

“Got it.” Was all Liz said as she went back into the room, with Maria following close behind. Liz apologized for leaving so abruptly she made up an excuse about having something in her eye. Chard still had not sat down so Liz turned to him and politely asked him to sit, “Please have some of my mother’s horderves…they are very good.”

He smiled and waited while Maria served the food and then some drinks. He was very kind with his complements to her mothers cooking. Isabel watched as Liz began to take charge of the meeting, “Now, while I do like some of your ideas for the wedding…”

Chard was just about to start up again when Liz held up her hand for him to wait, “But the Prince and I have some very definite ideas as well. First the wedding will be held at the palace chapel, the ceremony will be held in the evening around 7:00 pm. If the chapel is dark then I think it would be really lovely to use candles to add extra light, and as far as the guest list, I have 7 people who will be attending, Maria has there names. I was wondering Princess Isabel if I might impose on you to handle the rest as Max has been very busy with work?” Liz asked to which Isabel nodded yes and smiled reassuringly to her. Chard was beginning to get upset Liz could tell and she had not even dropped the biggest bomb of all yet. “As for my dress, I will be wearing my grandmother’s dress; it may need to be taken in by a seamstress but other then that it is perfect. I am not sure why we would want Max to wear a Military tux, I don’t recall him ever being in the military so if he doesn’t mind I would rather he wear a plan black tux.”

Chard shook his head, “I can not support this decision of yours to wear a… a hand me down at the wedding, I just won’t have my name associated with it.”

Liz smiled sweetly, “Chard, I have heard that you have impeccable taste and that you are a genius designer, I will have need of you to design several gowns for very formal events coming up. Events that will have a great deal of press as opposed to my wedding that will have next to no press at all in attendance. I was thinking that perhaps your time might be better served preparing those gowns and I will wear my grandmothers wedding dress.” Liz said firmly. “I do not want a large wedding party, my brother Alex can stand along side Max and if Isabel doesn’t mind she can stand along side me. I would like you to design a dress for Isabel in dark blue. I want you to use Blue’s and dark greens to decorate with. I realize that I am asking a lot but being the genius that I know you are I think you can handle this challenge.”

Isabel smiled as Liz finished explaining down to the smallest details what she wanted for the wedding and the very small reception that would follow. When she finally finished she took in a deep breath and sat back in her chair waiting to see what Isabel and Chard reactions were going to be. Isabel was the first to stand up she winked at Liz and then turned to Chard, “I just want to thank you for coming, Maria will fax over the notes of everything we went over.”

Chard’s attitude changed dramatically, “Oh the pleasure has been mine truly. I look forward to getting started on the sketches for your gowns right away. I will have them ready for you by Tuesday, you will come to Kensington, to my studio we will get your measurements do shopping for your wardrobe and I will have Anthony there to do your hair.”

Liz stood up, “I will come on Tuesday, but I have to think about what I want to do with my hair. I don’t know if I want to be a blonde or not.” Then she turned to Isabel, “Although I do think that it does look very beautiful on you.”

Chard kissed Liz’s hand and sniffled in as if they had just shared some king of special moment, “You know I think your wearing your grandmother’s dress will be so wonderful, simply wonderful. I have always thought that incorporating a treasured heirloom can add such charm to the event.” He sniffled in again, wiped his eyes with a hanky then said his good byes.

Isabel walked over and hugged Liz, “That was marvelous, you handled him like a pro. You behaved just like a princess, calm, polite, and firm with what you wanted. I just want you to know that I will be really happy to stand along side of you during the ceremony.”

Liz was beginning to feel more at ease with Isabel, “Two of the people that I want at the wedding are Maria and Michael is that going to be a problem?”

Isabel smiled, “Liz you can have who ever you want. There are some guests that will have to be invited as a matter of protocol, members of council, and parliament but other then that I would never have let him arrange a wedding for 500; I think there will be 100 at the very most.”

“Just out of curiosity how many people attending Max and Ava’s wedding?” Liz asked wondering if Max might feel let down at this ceremony being so small.

“There were 1500 guest in attendance and Max hated every minute of it, but he loved Ava and he wanted her to be happy…”Isabel told her with a small sigh.

“Oh.” Was all that Liz said.

“Now have Maria call Rupert and arrange for your flight and for you to have a driver for Tuesday. I will meet you and Maria at the airport.” She said as she made her way to the door. She hugged and kissed Liz on the cheek then left. Maria closed the door and started to laugh, “Wow you were awesome. I am so proud of you.”

Liz smiled and flopped down on the couch and let out a heavy sigh, “That was the most exhausting time I have ever had to spend with any person in my life. Chard is draining, simply draining.” Liz said imitating him. Maria could help but bust out in laughter.

After a few minutes Maria sat down next to Liz, “That was really sweet of you to include Michael and I, although he probably would have had to be there any way to work security.”

Liz shook her head, “Oh I didn’t even think of that…but if he is working then how will he be able to dance with you?” she asked in all seriousness.

Maria got to her feet, “Oh my gosh you are terrible…your not going to stop playing match maker until you have me married to Michael with five or six little ones running around.”

Liz stood up, “Yeah so what’s your point.” Was all she said then she headed up the stairs to change. Maria just shook her head in exasperation.

Isabel couldn’t wait to call Max and she did as soon as she got into the limo She told him all about Liz and how wonderful she was with the wedding plans and how diplomatically she handled Chard. “Max she was so strong and even though I think she was a little bit nervous she didn’t let him bully her into anything, he even wanted her to agree to cut her hair and to bleaching blonde but she told him she had to think about that first. I really like her Max and I think she is going to be good for you, really good for you.”

“Thanks Isabel for everything…it means a lot to me.” Max told her as he hung up the phone.

Liz lay down on her bed, she felt so tired. She liked Princess Isabel very much; she knew that they would get along just fine. She hoped that she didn’t come off rude to Chard, but she knew in her heart that the only dress for her to wear was her Grandma Claudia’s dress. She thought about his suggestion of letting his stylist cut and change the color of her hair. She had told him she would think about it not sure what to do, part of her thought that perhaps Max might prefer that since Ava was a blonde. She shook her head, she just couldn’t imagine her self as a blonde and she didn’t think her hair was a mousy brown either. It was the sound of her cell phone ringing interrupted her thoughts and made her jump, “Hello?” Liz said.

“Hi, I just got off the phone with Isabel she told me all about your meeting.” Max said.

“Oh really…well what did she have to say?” Liz asked feeling suddenly apprehensive.

“She said you were wonderful and that you handled your self like a true princess, I am so glad that you didn’t back down. You should wear your Grandma’s dress.” He told her.

“Thank you Max…your sister is wonderful and Chard was pretty much how you described him to be.” She said.

“Well I wanted to personally thank you for not wanting me to wear that awful military tuxedo.” Max told her.

“OH good I wasn’t sure if I made a mistake in asking that or not?” Liz admitted, then asked, “What exactly is that anyway?”

“It is awful, it’s hot and heavy to wear and the fabric is itchy. It is an old tradition in the royal family to pull this thing out, I hate it. You rescued me really.” Max told her.

“I’m glad.” Liz said softly.

“Umm… I did have another reason for calling…” Max said sounding a bit more serious.

Liz felt her heart skip a bit she hoped he wasn’t upset with her for some reason, “Really what is it?”

“Well I don’t know if I actually have a right to say anything to you about this yet but as your future husband I really hope that you will leave your hair the color that it is. I actually prefer brunette over blonde hair of course it is your decision to make, I just thought I would throw in my opinion as well.” He said sounding just a bit nervous.

Liz felt relieved, “Ok I will keep that in mind.” She told him.

Max laughed, “Your not going to tell me what you’re going to do are you?”

“Nope you will just have to wait and see at the wedding.” She teased.

“Or perhaps I will sneak away from my meetings and come to see for myself sooner.” Max teased her back.

“I am not sure which one of us holds the upper hand at the moment Your Highness?” Liz said in a soft sweet voice.

“I think it all depends on how you look at it…” Max told her, then said good bye leaving her to wonder if he truly planned to meet before the wedding or not?

See Ya
James

Hey
First let me say that I am so sorry for taking so long to get this up to you guys. I had a slight accidnet and broke my hand while horse riding. My horse came up upon a rattler and well she freaked and I got tossed on my behind and in the process of trying to break my fall I broke my hand. Any way typeing is a bit of a pain so bare with me ok.
here is the next part...Part 8 to be exact.
rated TEEN/Mature
I don't own Roswell
this is a max and liz story that does not follow the show. I hope you like it and are not to ticked for the delay...
July 21, 2005 at 3:29 in the pm


A Shopping Trip and a Disastrous Meeting…

Max could hardly believed that Monday had already arrived, he stretched his arms out and yawned, he had stayed up late the night before working on some papers since he knew he wouldn’t have time to finish them today. He wanted to get an early start on clearing out Ava’s things so he forced himself to get up and head for the shower. Moments later Rupert came into his room with a tray of coffee and bagel with some fresh fruit on the side. Max slipped into his jeans and a sweatshirt and then headed back into his room, “Rupert…thank you for bringing up breakfast, was June upset with me for skipping out on her cooking?” he asked light heartedly.

“Not at all sir, although she did say she would expect you for lunch.” Rupert told him.

“Well then we better get started right away.” He said as he sipped the coffee, then took three bites out of the bagel and grabbed the banana and took it with him. Max walked across the sitting room that joined the two suites together, and into Ava’s old room. It had been months since he had been in there. At first he spent many nights in the room but then the guilt and emotion became too much and he forced himself to stay away. He took in a deep breath as he opened the door and stepped in. The room was neat and tidy, the palace staff kept it cleaned daily, although there were sheets covering the furniture. Max turned to Rupert and let out a small sigh, “OK where should we start… in the dressing closet I guess would be the best place…what are your thoughts?”

Rupert had followed him in, “Yes, Your Highness that is where most of Princess Ava’s personal belongings are.” He said in his usual serious tone.

Max walked over and opened the door to the dressing room, it was a 25 by 30 foot room with a large master bath just off to the left. The room was filled with hundreds of shoes and at least a thousand different outfits. He walked over and picked up the remote control and pushed the buttons, immediately the first four rows of clothing were pulled to the side and back while another three rows were brought to the front. He had forgotten how many clothes she had, “Rupert I don’t’ think that its necessary for me to go through all of these things, speak with Isabel for me and lets donate them to where ever she donates her old things will you?”

Rupert shook his head, “Very good sir.”

Max then turned around, it was Ava’s personal jewelry cabinet; it stood seven feet tall and 3 feet wide. It was a beautiful antique that had been in his family for many years, he remembered that Ava wasn’t very fond of it; she had told him that it would never be large enough to hold all of her things. He keyed in the code on the pad and stared in amazement as the doors opened there were shelves filled with diamond necklaces, bracelets and earnings. The top portion of the cabinet was filled with several dozen crowns made of diamonds, rubies and sapphires. “Rupert call security detail for me, will you… I had forgotten about Ava’s very extensive set of jewelry.” Max called out to him.
Rupert did so and then returned to Prince Maxwell, “Sir some of these items belong to the royal family, they were on loan to her highness…should I arrange for those items to be returned to the vault?”

“Yes Rupert and then if you wouldn’t mind choosing at least three or four of the less expensive items from her private collection and arrange for them to be sent to the museum for the exhibit they will be doing later this year.” Max told him.

“Yes sir and the rest of her collection what should I do with that?” He asked.

“I would like you to keep this piece,” Max said as he picked up a beautiful diamond and sapphire necklace, “and also her wedding band and engagement ring, put those items in my private dressing room, in my vault in the case with my ring.” Max said as he examined Ava’s rings, he remembered the day very well that they went to the jeweler. Ava had a certain design for rings that she wanted engraved on both their bands, it was her countries flag as well as his intertwined together and encompassed by a heart, she told him it would remind them both that it wasn’t just the two of them that was being joined together but their two countries as well. It had cost 1.3 million dollars to have them made.
He fiddled around with the ring for a moment more then handed them over to Rupert. For the next three hours Max spent his time going through the rest of his late wife’s personal items. Most were placed in a box to be put into his office so that he could go through them at a later time. Finally he came to the last drawer only to find it locked, “Rupert why is this drawer locked?”

“I don’t know sir.” Rupert explained trying the drawer himself.

Max examined the lock closely, “this is a traditional lock, it doesn’t have a code lock for it, so there must be a key some where here.”

Rupert shook his head, “Aw yes I do recall the princess having a locksmith come in not to long after you were married sir…I assume this must have been what it was for.”

Max examined the lock more closely and realized that it probably wasn’t a normal key he was looking for but rather a piece of jewelry of some kind. After several minutes of going over each piece of jewelry in Ava’s private collection he came a across a very old antique broach that had her family emblem engraved in gold. He only noticed it because it was so unlike any of her other pieces, it was beautiful but he knew that by Ava’s standards she would have considered it to be plain and not elegant enough. Max examined the broach carefully he tried placing inside the indentation on the lock, it fit perfectly he tried to turn it but it wouldn’t move. After several attempts he pulled the broach out of the lock and the drawer opened. He pulled out a large leather bound book; he opened it and thumbed through the pages. He recognized Ava’s writings at once. ”Rupert…were you aware that Princess Ava kept journals?”

“No sir I was not aware of that?” He answered him truthfully.

“I didn’t know either; she never said anything to me about it.” Max said feeling a bit sad. He took the journal into the other room and sat down on the bed and began thumbing through it. He read her first entry …it was dated just a few weeks after their wedding.

Max is wonderful really, he spoils me but then I do deserve it. I am so glad this worked out for him and I. When mother suggested that she had in mind for me to marry Prince Maxwell of Sadatorrity I was not sure that it was such a good idea, but now I see there are many benefits to this arrangement. He is handsome and very intelligent. I have talked with him several times about my desire to one day rule along with him…I am not planning on sitting on the sidelines and having children one after the other while he rules. Of course I know children are expected of me, and he wants them but that can come later and there are of course always nannies. He is so in love with me I think that I could almost ask anything of him and he would do it for me…tonight we are going to attend a party for the niece of council member Trent. He is a powerful member of parliament and it is important for Max to align him self with influential members that can help him to succeed with more then just children getting their shots at free clinics. I want him to take over more responsibility from his father so I may need to push him in that direction more. He is a little young and perhaps a bit immature but I will bring him along…Dated November 9th 2002.

Max closed the journal part of him wished he had not read it. He felt odd reading Ava’s private thoughts; truth was the things he read didn’t sound anything like his late wife. It was the sound of Rupert’s voice that interrupted him, “Sir do you want me to call the locksmith to come and remove the lock or just have it changed…I do believe that broach that acts as the key is one of the pieces of Princess Ava’s personal collection that is set to be returned to her mother?”

“Yes Rupert please have the lock removed completely and ask if the piece can be restored back to or at least close to its original state before the lock was put in.” Max said as he ran his hand along the book. “Rupert…you spent a great deal of time with both myself and Princess Ava…what kind of person did you think she was?”

Rupert stopped what he was doing, “I am not sure I understand the question sir?”

Max smiled, “It’s alright Rupert really, I just wonder what kind of person she was to others, sometimes the people that we think we are closest to are one way and can be completely different with others?” Max explained.

“Oh well she was a very motivated person sir.” He said simply.

Max almost thought he detected a hint of frustration in his voice, “You and Princess Ave did not always get along did you?”

“NO sir we did not, there were times that she and I clashed over schedules, both yours and hers.” Rupert admitted.

“Really I didn’t know that.” Max said truthfully.

“There was one occasion that your mother overheard, she instructed me not to say anything to you on the matter, she said she would speak with Princess Ava herself and take care of it.” Rupert told him not wanting the prince to think that he would keep secrets from him purposefully.

“Really and after that did things improve?” Max asked curious.

“Yes sir they did, Princess Ava no longer gave her opinions about your schedule and handled much of her own after that sir.” Rupert told him.

Max smiled and thanked him for being so honest then he placed the journal on top of the other things to be sent to his office, he decided that perhaps it was time for him to get to know his late wife a bit better. And maybe he would talk to his mother as well. Max and Rupert worked all through the afternoon only stopping briefly for lunch as Rupert had promised his wife they would. By the end of the day Max was exhausted, “I would not have guessed that this could be so time consuming, Ava’s did have a lot of things.”

“Yes sir.” Rupert agreed. Max sat down on the bed and looked around the room, it was still very much Ava even though her things were removed. She had it decorated in a more modern style with a very elegant feel to it, lots of blacks and gold’s, even the furniture was made of ebony. He shook his head, “This won’t work for Liz, and I have the strangest feeling that she will not like the décor in this suite at all.”

”I could call for an interior designer and see what could be redone in the next two weeks before Princess Elizabeth arrives, sir.” Rupert said, after having spoken with her several times on the phone he agreed that the room would be very overwhelming to her as is.

Max smiled, “Actually if you will call her mother for me, I would like to speak with her first as to how she thinks we should do the room for Liz then we will call to have the room redecorated.” Max said.

Rupert had called to give Liz her schedule for her appointments in Kensington. He also had special delivered to her several credit cards in her name. Each card held a revolving balance that she was free to use monthly for her clothing as well as personal items. Liz was shocked at the amount of money that was now at her disposal. She had not spoken with the prince again since he had called her and she decided that it might be fun to tease him a bit even though she had decided to keep her own hair color she sent him a text message “I bet right about now its beginning to nag at you…is she blonde or did she stay a brunette…blonde or brunette, the question remains unanswered.” Liz finished the message and hit send. She glanced down at her watch it was actually later then she thought, she opened her window so she could hear the ocean as the waves washed in, it had been a very warm day and she welcomed the soft cool breeze as it blew in off the water. She lay back down and closed her eyes trying to get to sleep; she had to be up early to catch her flight in the morning.

Max was exhausted and ready for bed when he glanced down at his watch, it was well past midnight. He had not spent an entire day at the palace in a long time and enjoyed the time even though he had been busy all day. He knew he had a lot of work to make up tomorrow, he wanted to get an early start in the morning. He was just about to turn out his light when he noticed that his phone was blinking, he had a message. He would have waited to read it but he noticed that it was from Liz and his curiosity got the better of him, he laughed as he read what she had sent. He smiled, “It would seem that she has a sense of humor.” He lay back down and thought about having talked with her mother, she was very helpful and she took great care to make sure that Max felt at ease asking his questions. He felt some what excited for Liz to see her suite and hoped she would like it, he had told Rupert to pay how ever much it would cost to get people to the palace to complete the remodel before Liz arrived. He decided that he would make arrangements in the morning to go and see her before the wedding, his curiosity had finally won out and he very much wanted to meet with her. His mind changed gears for a bit a he thought about Ava, he couldn’t believe that he actually had no idea that she kept a journal…he guessed that it didn’t really make any difference; it was just that in some strange way it felt to him as if she were keeping secrete from him and he didn’t like that at all. Some of the things that she had written made him feel frustrated, the way her journal read it almost sounded as if their meeting had been arranged ahead of time but that couldn’t be…they had met by accident, at least he had always thought that? He finally drifted off to sleep after he forced himself to relax pushing all thoughts of Ava from his mind.


It was early the next morning when Liz woke up to get ready for her trip into Kensington. She wasn’t actually looking forward to having to meet with Chard again but she decided that maybe things would go better this time and besides Maria and Isabel would be there to help her stand her ground. Liz was not at all comfortable with flying but she knew that she didn’t have too much choice in the matter since this was to be a day trip. She took in a deep breath and went down stairs, “Ok, how do I look?” She asked Maria who was dressed in the same modest black suite that she wore the last time.

“I like this look for you very nice; I like the dark denim jean with the sandals. And this dark blue tank under the tan jacket is a really great combination together.” Maria told her.

“Where is Michael?” Liz asked.

“Here I am.” He told her as he came through the door. Liz smiled he was dressed in a neat three piece suit, similar to the one he wore when they first met. Maria smiled at him then straitened his tie, “I must admit Michael you do clean up very nicely.” He smiled and held the door open for both Liz and Maria. Liz wondered if Max had gotten her message she thought that maybe he might reply, she was a little disappointed that he didn’t. Maria and Michael went over the schedule together one last time, “Your appointment was set up in your own name but as far as anyone else knows at Chards studio you are just another wealthy heiress on a shopping trip to spend daddy’s money.”

Liz laughed, “Are you sure I can pull that off?”

Maria smiled, “You will be fine. Now while we are there neither I nor Michael will refer to you as Princess instead we will use the title Miss to help pull off our little rouse ok.” Liz nodded.

“You have your cell phone right?” Michael asked.

Liz smiled as she took it out of her purse, “Right here.”

“And it is fully charge right?” he asked. Liz looked down at the phone and lowered her eyes causing Michael heart to beat a bit faster, “OH please tell me that you didn’t forget to charge it…” he said.

Liz busted out laughing, “Calm down Michael I did everything you told me too, it is fully charged and ready to go.”

“HA HA very funny.” He said his voice filled with obvious relief.

Liz didn’t say too much else as they pulled into the parking lot of the air port. Rupert arranged for a plane to be made available and ready for their trip and Liz was very impressed as she walked on board. The small jet could easily seat 20 people and was very comfortable with large padded seats and plenty of leg room. She sat down and allowed the stewardess to go over all the safety rules then she sat back in her seat and closed her eyes tight. Moments later she held her breath as the plane taxied down the run way and finally lifted off.

Max had finished most of his morning meetings in record time. He had a brief press conference that he had to give but then he would have time to call Rupert and speak with him concerning Liz. He glanced at his watch and waited as the press corp. was escorted in and seated.

“Good Morning, I am glad to have this opportunity to take some of your questions. As most of you know my father and I have been working very closely with both council and parliament in order to resolve situation with the labors union. I will say that there have been some untruths being circulated in the press recently concerning what it is the union reps have actually been asking for, while there have been put forth the ideas of a small increase in wages most, if not entirely all of the new contract will be making the benefits that are now in place guaranteed for the next 20 years providing the out put of production does not decrease and that the companies in question are making a clear profit.” Max said.

A young woman with red hair raised her hand, “Your Highness it has been rumored that the palace is not fully behind the talks for the new contracts and that perhaps some of the finger pointing towards Mr. Kensit that has been going on is to deflect any negative opinions away from the crown, would you care to comment on that?” she asked.

Prince Maxwell let out a small sigh, “That is entirely false, let me just say that the royal family has always had a good working relationship with the unions of this country and will continue to do so. We firmly believe that the contracts should be signed and both I and my father are committed to doing so.”

Max turned toward a small balding man and took the next question, “Prince Maxwell, there are those in both the council as well as parliament that believe you may not be ready to take over as King when your father retires, they have pointed to the fact that it is already 4 months past the deadline for you to take a new wife as is the law in this great country and you still have not done so. There are those who say that if you can not manage your own personal life why should the people feel confident in you ruling as their King? How do you respond to that sir?”

Max recognized the reporter as Jeremy Wilson from Whisper Magazine, a well known gossip rag, “As you all know I have already been married once and the loss of my late wife Princess Ava hit me very hard…having said that I do know what my responsibility to the people of Sadaortiy and to the crown are. And I have every intention of fulfilling that responsibility. I will honor the traditions and abide by the laws that are in place here in this country.”

“What does that mean exactly Your Highness…are you planning on marrying again soon?” The reporter persisted.

Max was beginning to feel irritated, “With all do respect this press conference was called so that I can take your questions concerning the impending contract for the Labor Union. I think we should just stick with that plat form thank you.” Max spent the next 20 minutes answering questions until finally the head member of council called the conference over and the press was escorted again out of the room. Max spent several minutes on the phone with Rupert before he made his way out the back of the building and towards the Limo, with James following close behind, “Ives, there is a change of plans. I spoke with Rupert and found out that Princess Elizabeth is in town today, she is at Chard’s Studios until 11:00 am and I very much want to meet with her, and if possible escort her to lunch so I have postponed my afternoon appointments.”

“Yes sir. Did you still plan to keep your meeting with Mr. Hansen before we go to Chard’s?” Ives asked.

Max shook his head, “I completely forgot that was on my schedule…”he glanced down at his watch. “Alright it is only going on ten now so there should be time to still meet with her before she leaves. I had hoped to make this a bit of surprise.”

“Of course sir.” Ives said as he closed the door behind to the limo and took his place behind the wheel.

Max didn’t notice the slightly balding gentleman that was standing just out of sight behind some garbage dumpsters smoking a cigarette. As soon as the limo pulled out of sight Jeremy pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, “Sara what is the name of that contact we have over at Chard studios…Nickie that’s right….yes what’s the number…oh I’ll say something is up, do me a favor wait for my call I may just have the scoop of the year, oh and get a hold of our affiliates at the television station and tell them to be ready with a full crew for me will you…no this is not another Paris Hilton buying a new bathing suit story, this is huge…I got to go.” After hanging up Jeremy placed several more calls and then finally to his contact at Chards, “Nickie…this is Jeremy Wilson with Whisper Magazine, I need some information from you…I need to know who is it that Chard is giving a private showing to this morning…just give me any information you may have about her….yes I will pay the usual fee…ok her name is Elizabeth Parker, an old school friend of Princess Isabel, they are shopping together…what is she buying?...a new wardrobe, is that it?....wedding plans are being discussed as well…you don’t happen to know where she is from do you?....Really that’s very interesting, very interesting indeed. Thanks Nickie if this plays out like I think it will, I will have Sara write you a check for double your fee.” Jeremy hung up the phone and pulled out another cigarette, then began reading through a list of names he had written in a small notebook. Once again he punched in a phone number, “Lori…yea its me…listen I need an ID on an Elizabeth Parker of Rosewood…yea she is suppose to be some kind of spoiled rich girl, but I also heard to her being referred to as Princess Elizabeth, either way I have never heard of her before…yea I can wait…you got it, great who is she? Really, you’re sure about this...no that’s perfect really thanks love, oh and be sure to watch Whisper tonight I guarantee it will be worth it.” Jeremy was beside himself he couldn’t believe he was getting this kind of break, he dialed his offices again. “Sara, put me through to the boss…no tell him that this is to important and can’t wait I need to talk to him now and Sara get me authorization for at least 4 photographers no make that 6 and tell the crew from Whisper TV that this is my baby and that I want to be on camera and I want control over all the footage…yea I know that’s asking a lot but after I talk to the boss he will ok it, that’s how good this is.”

Liz tried to stand still as Chard’s assistant measured her and then tested different fabrics and colors against her skin tone. She really liked some of the deeper richer colors, especially the blues and greens. Chard had chosen several pale peach and yellow colored fabrics for her and while she did agree to the pale peach for a gown that she would wear later in the summer, she refused to do anything in yellow, it made her look sallow. Of course Chard took the opportunity to tell her that if she would only relent and allow him to change the color of her hair then she would look lovely in yellow. Liz remained firm, feeling her self confidence grow stronger with every decision she made. Finally after what seemed and eternity she was finished and it was Isabel’s turn to try on her dress that Chard had made for the wedding ceremony. Liz took the chance to sit down after standing for so long. One of Chards assistants came in with Champagne and offered some to Liz and Isabel.

“No thank you I can’t drink alcohol, I am allergic to it.” Liz said simply.

Isabel laughed as she sipped a little of the champagne, “Really, I have never heard of that before. What happens when you drink it?”

“Well I get extremely drunk very fast after just one small glass I am in trouble. My body can not break down the Alcohol properly so I am very sensitive to it and the next day is the worst with headache and fatigue.” Liz told her.

“Oh well I will be sure to tell Rupert that and we will serve you apple juice at the wedding toast.” Isabel told her.

“That’s a good idea otherwise you will have the bride dancing on a table or swinging from the chandler. When I was six I went to a wedding for my mothers’ cousin and I took a few sips of the wine and although I can’t remember a thing that happened my parents say that I got pretty wild.” Liz admitted.

“You poor thing, well at least its not something you can’t live with out like chocolate, I would die if I couldn’t have chocolate.” Isabel told her

“I know exactly what you mean.” Liz laughed. She waited for several minutes as Isabel went into the dressing room and got her dress on.

“Well what do you think?” Isabel asked as she came out of the fitting room.

Liz smile said it all, “Oh Isabel that is simply breath taking, you look so wonderful. I really do like it, you like it don’t you?” Liz asked worried that it might be to simple a style to soot Isabel.

“I like it very much and Max will really like the color that you choose for the wedding.” Isabel told her.

Samantha glanced down at her watch and stepped over to whisper, “Princess Isabel it is almost time to leave if you want to make your appointment for I am Fashion.”

Isabel shook her head, “Alright let me get changed and have Timothy bring the limo around so that we can go.” She told her assistant. “I thought you might enjoy a little shopping on our own, you know picking out some things for yourself, so I arranged to have a private shopping spree at I Am Fashion.”

Liz didn’t know what to say, “Are you serious, that is thee hottest spot to shop, I can’t even afford to look inside the store windows it’s so expensive and exclusive.”

Isabel laughed, “Well you can now. I hope you don’t mind I had Rupert change the schedule last minute like this, I mean it is fun to have Chard design dresses but sometimes a princess just wants to buy a thousand dollar pair of jeans.”

Liz shook her head, “I have never owned a pair of jeans that cost more then twenty five dollars in my life.”

Chard shook his head, “And it shows, it really does, but the good news is that your body will look fabulous, simply fabulous in a good fitting pair of jeans. Now I will be in touch and let you know how everything is going and I look forward to designing these gowns for you.” With that he kissed both Liz and Isabel on the cheek and then left the room shouting out directions to his assistants as he left the room.

Isabel disappeared into the dressing room while Liz waited. Moments later Samantha came back into the room and whispered into Jason and Michael’s ear. Michael came over to speak with her as Jason went towards the back entrance of the building. She watched as the look on Michael’s face changed from one of moderate boredom to deadly seriousness, “Miss we have a situation, it appears that some how word has leaked to the press about you.”

Isabel came out of the fitting room, “What is going on Samantha?”

“I am not sure Your Highness, I went to tell Timothy to bring the car and the front entrance is blocked with a camera crew and at least three maybe four, reporters. One of them was Jeremy Wilson from that rag of Magazine and gossip show Whisper. He was asking questions about Princess Elizabeth” she explained.

Isabel was furious, “Chard…Chard, where is he. If he had anything to do with this then…?”

Moments later one of Chards assistants came running through the room and returned with their boss, “I know what you think, I do…but I promise you Your Highness this is not my doing, I would never leak a clients personal information…ok, I did do it that one time but she was a rock and roll star and I had been in a slump, I needed the press, but I would never ever say anything to the press concerning you Princess Isabel I promise.” Chard said as he came running into the room.

“Well someone spoke to the press and I want to know who it was…I promise you Chard, if I find out that you were involved personally I will not allow you to ever create another gown for anyone in the royal family again…” Isabel threatened her voice deadly serious.

At that moment Jason walked back into the room, “There are reporters staked out at the back entrance as well. I think it will be best if Michael escorts Princess Elizabeth out the back of the building and we can go out the front as a decoy if you’re up to it Your Highness?”

“Yes I know how to deal with the likes of Jeremy Wilson…” Isabel said as she turned to Liz. “I am sorry this happened.”

Liz tried to smile, “Its ok, I guess it was going to happen sooner or later right?” she said trying not to sound as nervous as she felt.

Isabel smiled and shook her head, “I will call you from my limo after I have spoken with my father and Max.”

Liz nodded her head. Isabel walked to the front of the doors and waited for their cue from Michael who was busy instructing Liz, “Ok Liz this is for real…now I am sure that there is no one out there who wants to harm you but these guys can get crazy when they are all fighting for the picture op so stay close to me. I am going to take you by the arm and escort you quickly to the car, Harold will have the door ready to open and I am going to place you in the back seat …” he explained and continued on. “I need you to sit in the middle of the car don’t move toward the door at all, even though the windows are tinted they will still try for photos ok?” Liz nodded that she understood. “Maria is going to get in right after you and sit by the door and then I will follow, Harold will close the door which will lock ok…and that will be that. What ever you do don’t say anything no matter what is said to you, no matter how many times they try to call out your name, don’t look up at any time let me guide you completely….”

I am so glad your here Michael, my heart is racing.” Liz said.

He squeezed her arm gently and smiled, “I told you so didn’t I.”

Liz smiled back and then waited as Michael gave Jason the signal and the doors were pushed open and she was being pushed toward the limo, Michael on one side of her with his arm in front of her blocking the camera view and Maria on the others side. The screaming and yelling was almost deafening as reporters tried to get her to look up. Camera flashes went off, one right after the other and it seemed as if it took an eternity to get 6 feet across the alley and into the limo. She didn’t look up at all not even when someone thrust a microphone towards them, but Michael reacted at once and pushed the person back wards and away from the car. In a matter of minutes Liz found her self sitting in the back seat of the limo as Maria jumped in, at first sitting in the seat across from her then immediately moving to her left and Michael following right behind. She was breathing so hard and her hands were shaking. Harold closed the car door and seconds later he was behind the wheel and the car was moving. Michael looked over and saw that Liz was trembling and all color had drained from her face. He squeezed her hand and whispered, “It’s ok Liz, once your married there won’t be a story any more and the press will be much more controlled.”

Liz felt a bit squashed in between Michael and Maria, suddenly she felt very claustrophobic but she couldn’t explain why. “Michael can I move over there now?” she pointed to the seat across from them, her hand still shaking.

“Yes, they won’t follow us, they are not allowed to by law. Every since that tragic incident with Princess Diana, they are not allowed to chase after you in a moving vehicle it is a felon and punishable by 5 years in prison.”

Liz didn’t say anything she just nodded. Having all those reporters screaming her name and pushing in on her, was very scary. People acted as if they were in some kind of frenzy and for what; because she was marrying Prince Maxwell. Yesterday no one could have cared less who she was but now or at least in a few short hours when Whispers aired its footage on TV the whole world would want to know all about her. Liz leaned back against the seat and tried to relax but the sound of the glass window divide opening startled her and she jumped, “Miss did you still want me to take you to our planned distention?” her driver asked.

Liz felt her heart pounding all over again, “Umm…I don’t know. Do you think there will be press there to because I really am not up for going through that again right now?”

Michael shook his head, “I don’t think so Liz, but we can always circle around the back and if we see any one of the press we can just drive straight back to the air port.” Liz agreed and gave Harold his instructions.

Maria smiled at Liz, “Hey you did really great out there today, I know that must have been really strange having that kind of circus thrown at you all the sudden but just try to relax ok.”

Liz smiled and nodded her head, truth was her stomach was in knots and she felt very overwhelmed again. The question of what have I gotten my self into kept creeping into her mind no matter how hard she tried to push it back. She closed her eyes wishing she was at home and could just get out and go for a long walk to think things through.

Maria leaned over and whispered into Michael ear, “You did really great, I was glad you where here too.”

“Well you were pretty awesome to helping out like that; we make a good team I guess ugh?” Michael whispered back, Maria smiled at him.

Max could see the reporters outside of Chards Studio and his heart sank, he had a terrible feeling that some how this had to do with Liz. He suspicions were confirmed when he saw Isabel make her way out of the building, she was headed for her car but stopped when she saw his limo pulling up, James opened the door and her and Jason got into the back of the limo. “Well I give you one guess what they are all doing here?”

Max knew the reason already, “How did they find out we have been so careful.”
“I don’t know it could have been Chard, but he denies it. Jeremy Wilson was here asking all kinds of questions about Liz and what relationship she had to you?” Isabel told him.

Max leaned his head back against the seat, “I am so stupid, Jeremy Wilson was at a press conference that I had not more then and hour and half ago, he was asking questions about when I was going to remarry. I blew him off but then after when I was leaving I told Ives to take me to Chards to see Liz. He must have been in the alley, he probably put in some calls and someone told him about Liz being there.”

“Oh Max how could you, we never talk about our schedule in public you know that?” Isabel scolded him.

Max ran his hands through his hair, “I know that, I just blew it what can I say, I’m human…” He said in frustrations. Isabel didn’t say anything more she knew he felt bad enough. “How was Liz when you left her?” He asked.

“She looked terrified, but Michael got her through just fine, Jason spoke to him a few minutes ago. They are going to finish out her schedule and then she will be flying home late this afternoon.” Isabel told him. “Why were you coming to see her anyway…I thought that you wanted to wait until after the wedding?” she asked.

“I wanted to surprise her and take her to lunch, spend some time with her but I guess that won’t be happening now until after the wedding. The press will be looking for every photo op then can now.” Max said disappointed.

“Well as far as I can tell they don’t know that Liz is your fiancée it is more just the possibility that she is…and I told Chard his mouth is to be kept shut. Still her picture is going to be plastered all over by tomorrow morning and her parents are going to be overwhelmed by the press. You are going to have to make a statement.” Isabel told him.

Max shook his head, “I think your right, I will have Rupert make arrangements to have a security detail sent to her home and I will set up a press conference for…what time does Whisper broadcast?” Max asked having a brilliant idea.

“I am not sure I think at 7:00 pm why?” Isabel asked.

“Well if I can arrange to give my statement to the press before then that makes his story kind of old news doesn’t it.” Max said feeling a bit of satisfaction.

“OH that’s priceless Max hurry call Rupert and I will call Liz and then father…oh and Max make sure that Rupert has Jeremy Wilson blacklisted for all future press events.” She told him smiling for the first time.

Max picked up his phone but then stopped, “Is…what did she decided to do with her hair. Did she let Anthony change her natural color?”

“Nope she left it, I hope you’re not to disappointed that she didn’t go blonde, but she really is beautiful with her own dark hair color I think.” Isabel told him. Max smiled and shook his head not saying another word as he called Rupert.

Liz spent the rest of the day shopping with Maria and Michael. She was relieved to hear from Isabel that Max was handling everything. She did end up having a great time and the encounter with the press was pushed to the back of her mind. She bought several thousand dollars worth of clothing and lingerie as well as accessories. However she didn’t purchase jewelry for herself, she wasn’t really used to wearing a lot of it and a part of her just didn’t feel right about it although Maria did try to encourage her to pick out a three thousand dollar diamond watch. Liz couldn’t believe the amount of money she had spent, it seemed so ridiculous but she allowed Maria to be her guide and trusted her completely. It was late into the afternoon by the time the plane landed back in Rosewood and she was riding home in the limo. IT did not take long before they pulled up to the street her house was on, she knew that Isabel had said that Max was handling things but she was surprised to see the security detail that was stationed at the end of her drive way keeping the press away from her house. As soon as the limo slowed to turn into the driveway the camera’s flash started up again and she could here yelling from inside the car. She glanced down at her watch it was just past 5:00. She hoped that her father wouldn’t have a hard time getting home and her poor mother at the restaurant what must she be going through. Michael and Maria followed the same routine to escort Liz into the house as they had at Chard’s studio although the reporters were not as close to the house this time it was more just to block photos from being taken. Liz was surprised to see both her parents at home, “Hi, Mom …Dad, are you both alright.”

Jeff kissed his daughter and laughed, “Oh we are both fine, Rupert called and he had the security detail set up here within an hour. They actually beat the reporters here.”

“Oh I am glad, what about you mom, what about the restaurant?” Liz asked.

“Well I left Mandy there to man the phones; otherwise I closed for the afternoon. Oh and we are on reservation service only for the next few weeks unless its one of our regulars you know. I figure if a reporter wants to come in to the restaurant and nose around then they can pay to do it.” She said smiling.

“Wow you are both taking it so much better then I am, I was so freaked by the way these reporters behaved I have to admit.” Liz said.

Jeff hugged his daughter, “Well I think it will all die down soon Prince Maxwell is going to be making a statement on the evening news. Rupert called to let us know so that we could watch it.”

Liz sat down on the couch and shook her head, “I hope so.”

“Excuse me Liz, I am going to go and speak with the detail in charge and find out what kind of perimeter has been set up, I’ll be back in just a few moments…your going to stay here right?” He asked knowing how she always liked to go for a walk when she was upset.

Liz smiled, “Yes I am staying here…oh and Michael thanks again, you too Maria. You guys were awesome today. Michael left as Maria and Liz told her parents about the trip.

Jeff turned on the television and turned up the sound, “Ok he is on Liz do you want to see this?”

Liz turned her attention to the TV. Prince Maxwell came on, he was at the palace it looked like to her and there were even more reporters then she had to deal with waiting to hear what he had to say. She watched as he spoke with confidence and pose, he was so self assured she was very impressed with the way he handled things. “Good evening, I have asked those of you in the press here to announce my engagement to Miss Elizabeth Ann Parker of Rosewood. My fiancé and I are both very private people and while we understand the curiosity surrounding our impending marriage we would ask that our privacy be respected. Rupert will be handing out a press release package to each of you with some general information about my fiancé to help answer many of your questions. I would also just like to say that Miss Parker is a wonderful women whom I care deeply for and I would truly hope that consideration would be given to her as dealing with the press is all very knew to her. Thank you for coming.” With that the broadcast came to an end although many of the reporters were shouting questions as Max exited the room. Liz smiled, he had said that he cared deeply for her, she thought that very sweet of him to show such concern for her well being but she also reminded herself that they both still had along way to go to get to know one another better. Liz didn’t watch as the news caster went on about how she was the top story and that there were still many unanswered questions about the commoner from Rosewood who had won the Princes heart and would soon be the next Princess and one day Queen of Satadority.

The rest of the evening was a bit more calm. Liz had some pizza for dinner and took a call from her brother Alex who wanted to make sure she was ok. “Well all I can say is my popularity among the female student body has just increased by 100%. It’s amazing what knowing a famous person will do for ones social life.”

“Well knowing what a geek you are I figured I should do all I can to help other wise mom and dad may never have a grandchild by you…” Liz teased him

“Well this geek just got Veronica Simms number out of all of this, and I am eternally grateful.” Alex told her.

Liz laughed, “Let me guess, she has long blonde hair, a huge chest, a tiny little waist, and is only slightly less beautiful then the goddess Venus, am I right?”

“Oh yeah.” He told her.

“Well you have fun with that, glad that having my personal life ripped from me could help such a worthy cause.” Liz laughed. After talking for several more minutes Liz got off the phone and went upstairs to take a long relaxing bath. She had wanted to go for a walk but Michael advised against it. She was tired and feeling a bit drained so she put on her PJ’s and climbed into bed. She felt kind of bad for making such a big deal out of the situation but it was still so uncomfortable having all those people screaming at you and all the camera’s. The sound of her cell phone rang and interrupted her thoughts, “Hello.”

“Hi” came the familiar sound of Max’s voice. “How are you, I have been wanting to call you all afternoon but it has been hectic as you can imagine.”

“I am fine, thanks.” Liz said not being all together truthfully.

Max could tell she wasn’t being honest with him, “Are you sure it’s not very day that your life is turned upside down like that.” He said in a soft gentle voice.

Liz sniffled in a little bit feeling very emotional all the sudden, “ok I guess I am not fine, it was very scary. I know that I wasn’t in any real danger but it was just so surreal having all those people screaming at me and taking my picture. I felt completely helpless and the situation was out of my control and I don’t like that.”

“I understand, I still feel nervous when ever I have to go in front of the cameras.” He admitted.

Liz sniffled in again and laughed a bit, “Really…you look so natural on the news tonight, like you completely had control of the situation.”

“Well I have been doing it for a while but I do still get nervous, I just remind myself that they are just people and I am just a person too, not perfect, I am prone to making mistakes just like everyone else…which brings me to the next part of my call…” Max told her.

“Oh yes, what is it?” she asked.

“I hope you don’t hate me but I am the one who let it slip today about you being at Chard’s. I broke the number one rule of being in the public I talked about my schedule and Jeremy Wilson was hiding behind some trash cans and over heard about me wanting to come and see you. He must have gotten some other information from someone working for Chard and put two and two together. I am so sorry, I hope you will forgive me and that this whole fiasco has not changed your mind about marrying me?” Max asked in a pleading voice.

Liz was not angry at him at all; she was so happy that he had a least tried to come and see her, “You were going to come and see me today?”

“Yes, and thanks to Jeremy Wilson I was not able to, now I have two reasons for disliking that man.” Max told her.

“Well thank you for trying at least.” She said.

“I was also thinking that perhaps if you could manage it, we should move the wedding up instead of waiting the last two weeks?” Max asked her.

Liz heart skipped a beat, “Umm, when were you thinking exactly?”

“Well today is Tuesday, what about this Saturday? I was just thinking that it would be better to throw the press off and easier for security reasons as well. I don’t want to make your family’s life miserable and the sooner we are married the sooner things will go back to normal.” He told her. Liz was quite for a few minutes feeling a bit disappointed she had hoped that maybe there where less practical reasons why he wanted to move the wedding date up. Max took her silence as a sign that perhaps she was having second thoughts, “Of course we don’t have to do anything your not comfortable with Liz, and I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Liz finally found her voice, “Oh no I am fine really…I think moving the wedding forward is a good idea too. I think everything can be pulled together by then, I will speak with Rupert and Chard in the morning.”

“I will let the family here know.” Max told her.

“OK then… I will talk to you soon.” She said suddenly feeling awkward.

“Ok, I am glad you are alright and I just wanted to say thanks also.” Max told her.

Liz didn’t understand, “Thanks for what?” she had to ask.

“Well for a few things, one for not being upset with me for my incredible blunder, two for being so understanding, and three for not going blonde… hearing that you kept your natural hair color was my high point for the entire day.” He told her in all seriousness.

“Thank you, I don’t think I have ever had anyone give a nicer compliment to me then that.” Liz told him and then said goodnight.

Max hung up the phone thankful that she was not upset and that she was alright. He lay back down on his bed, “Ava would have killed me, and she would have scolded me for weeks for goofing up like that.” Max thought out loud. He knew Liz didn’t fully understand why it was so important that she didn’t go blonde to him. He thought about the many times he had told Ava that he preferred her natural hair color which was actually much darker then the bleached out blonde hair she always wore. She didn’t care though, what Ava wanted he often gave her, he realized. It was nice that Liz had taken his desires and feeling into consideration. He knew he had sounded more formal during their phone call then he wanted, he would have to force himself to get past his nerves and try to relax more with her.


See Ya
James

Hey guys
here is the next part to my little story. First off I wanted to say thanks to c_which for the great art work. I really liked what you did and I think it fits so perfectly with the story, if you have not seen it check it out on page 16. Its way cool! Also thanks for all the kind words about my little mishap it does a boys heart good to know you all care so much;-)
The hand is mending nicely and I will get the cast off in three weeks, until then I am doing pretty good with the typeing just having to use the old hunt and peck method:-)

Ok so on with the story this is about Max and Liz but does not follow Roswell at all. I do not own anything to do with Roswell
Rating TEEN/MATURE
this is being posted on July 28, 2005 at 7:36 pm



Moving to Kensington…

Liz could not believe how fast the past three days had flown by. It was already Friday and she was preparing to leave for Kensington. A part of her was feeling very melancholy about leaving her home. The drama with the press seemed to die down just a bit, at first there were so many phone calls that her parents had to change their phone number and keep it unlisted. The pictures that the press received from Max were ok but the ones that Whisper Magazines plastered on their front cover where the worst. Thankfully you could not see much of her face in any of them but the few that they had gotten where not very flattering. She hoped that Max didn’t see any of them and have doubts about marrying her. She was thankful that she did not actually have to meet with the press until after the wedding; she was feeling nervous enough as it was. She wondered what it was going to be like living in the palace full time being married so many things were about to change in her life forever. She had hoped to hear more from Max but they had not spoken since their last phone call, she was back to dealing with Rupert for the most part. Liz sat at her window seat staring out at the water, the sea was beautiful this morning, the waves were calm and the color was such a magnificent blue. This is it Liz thought to her self, I am leaving home; the next time I come back here I will be officially married and a princess. Maria had already left on the morning plane; she had some thing she needed to get done before she settled in officially as Liz’s personal assistant. Her bags were all in the car she was just waiting for Michael, “Well are you almost ready to do this?” came the familiar voice of her brother Alex.

“What are you doing here?” Liz asked surprised to see him.

“Well I asked mom if she would mind if I drove down with you instead, kind of a last hoorah.” Alex told her.

“Oh that is so cool, but was she upset that she wouldn’t be able to come too?” Liz asked feeling a little guilty.

“Actually she said that she would love for me to take her place, your driving around all those cliffs and curves terrifies her.” Alex joked.

“Oh right, very funny mister, I am a way better driver then you are.” Liz said as she punched him in the arm.

Alex sat down on her bed, “She was fine with it she said she was actually looking forward to flying down in the morning on the royal jet with Mr. Thompson and dad. So how are you feeling? Got a stomach full of butterflies yet?”

Liz smiled, “Umm yes, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous but I talked a lot with both mom and dad, and that helped. The strange thing is, its not so much the marrying Max part that has me nervous, it’s the whole princess thing. I mean Max and I have talked a few times and I feel like I am starting to know him a tiny little bit, but this whole thing with the press and then all these duties that are required of me, it is all very scary.”

“Well, little sister you have never been one to back down from a challenge and you have never failed at anything you do so I don’t think this will be any different.” Alex told her.

“Thanks Alex that is so sweet of you to say. So you haven’t said how the big date with Veronica was?” Liz asked wanting to change the subject.

“Well she was very beautiful and very smart…” Alex said.

“I hear a but coming on…” Liz said.

“But she was also very into her self and all she wanted to talk about was the royal family and see what kind of gossip she could get of me, so after about a half hour I told her I had a headache and took her home.” Alex laughed.

“You didn’t really do that did you?” Liz asked shocked at her brother’s behavior.

“Yeap, I sure did and I got to tell you bailing on a gorgeous girl is pretty good for the ego too.” Alex told her.

Liz laughed and shook her head, “You are terrible do you know that.”

“Yea well you have always known that; so when do we leave, it better be soon if we are going to make it before night fall.”

“We are do to arrive at the palace by 7:00 pm this evening and it is only just past nine now so we have plenty of time, come on lets go find Michael he should be back from dropping Maria at the airport.” Liz told him.

“What he left his post I thought he couldn’t ever leave your side didn’t they like surgically connect the two of you?” Alex teased.

“You’re so funny…not.” Liz said as she ran the comb through her hair and checked her make up one last time. “Actually he has Tom covering for him right now. Companions get personal time too you know and vacations, they have a life outside of their work…at least that is what I am trying to help him convince Maria of.” She admitted.

“Oh no, your not trying to play matchmaker again are you?” Alex said as he headed down the stairs.

“No, not really…”Liz said but then when Alex started to protest she added, “Ok maybe but just a little.”


They both walked into the kitchen just as Michael walked through the door, “Hey Alex good to see you.”

“You too, so did Maria get off ok?” Alex asked as he poured himself a glass of juice.

“Yeah she did, so are we almost ready to leave?” Michael asked.

“Almost, I have one more thing I have to do before we go…” she said as she pulled a small gold coin from a jar on top of the fridge.

“What is that?” Michael asked.

“It’s a tradition around here, whenever your about to start a new journey in life weather it be by sea or land, you toss a sailors coin into the sea for good luck.” Alex told him.

“What is a sailor’s coin?” Michael asked.

“It’s a small gold plated coin with a sailing ship engraved on it, the tradition was started in the early 1823. The bank sells them and all the money goes to help families who have lost loved ones at sea. The story goes that the winter of 1823 was a ruff one and by spring time there were still a lot of strong storms rolling in. Many of the local fisher man were lost at sea. One of the wives, Alice Patterson was anxiously waiting for her husbands ship to return to dock after a particularly ruff storm. Legend is that she stood at the end of the sand where the water meets dry land, took out her last gold coin, kissed it gently and said a small prayer. Then she tossed it into the sea, the very next morning the small fishing vessel sailed safely into the harbor not one man in its crew was lost. William Patterson said that they all thought they were going to die. Their small ship was being tossed about by huge waves and the wind and rain was beginning to sink them, but at exactly 6 bells in the evening he heard his wife’s voice whispering a small prayer and the storm suddenly stopped and they had clear sailing all the way home. So now it’s a custom whenever you’re going on a journey or waiting for someone to return from a journey, you take a sailors coin and toss into the sea for good luck.” Alex explained.

“That’s right; and it’s the one last thing I have to do before we leave…” Was all that Liz said as she headed out the back door and down the beach towards the water. She stood at the edge, kissed the coin, and then tossed it as far as she could into the waves. Alex and Michael watched as she stood there a few moments longer. After letting out a small sigh, she went back into the house kissed her mom and dad goodbye and they were on their way.

Max sat in his office feeling frustrated, “Rupert go ahead and confirm my plans for that trip. I will leave Sunday morning as planned.”

”Very well sir.” He said as he left the room. Max glanced down at his watch he only had a few minutes before his mother was going to arrive. He was angry with himself for not remembering this summit meeting with his father that he must attend in Geneva, or he never would have suggested they move up the wedding. Now Liz would find herself alone the day after their wedding and he would be thousands of miles away listening to a bunch of old men go on about global warming and wanting to implement costly programs that didn’t actually help the situation. It was the sound of his mother’s cheerful voice that got his attention as she came into the room, “Well that is not a very pleasant look you have on your face this morning, whatever is the matter?”

“Oh mother, hello I am sorry was I scowling again?” He asked as he got to his feet and kissed her on the cheek and lead her to the sofa, then sat down next to her.

“Yes, you were; so tell me what is the matter?” Queen Dana asked her son in a concerned voice.

“It’s this meeting in Geneva that I have to attend, the wedding is tomorrow and I have to fly out on Sunday with Father.” Max said feeling irritated all over again.

“Yes he told me about that.” She said.

“I just don’t want Liz to get the wrong idea…I would not have suggested that the wedding be moved forward if I had remembered.” Max admitted.

“Liz will understand, really Maxwell she is a very kind hearted girl and not very quick to get angry from what I have heard. Just tell her the truth that this was a mistake and that you are sorry, be honest with her.” His mother advised him

“I know that she is understanding, but how long to do think that will last we are not even married yet and I have made several blunders already.” Max said as he leaned back against the sofa. “The truth is mother I don’t remember having to work this hard with Ava…” Max said.

“What do you mean dear, I don’t think I am following you?” Queen Dana asked.

“Well I like Liz, I don’t know her very well but what I do know intrigue’s me and makes me want to know her more.” Max said.

“Well that is not a bad thing you know?” she told him trying not to laugh.

“Oh, I know… what I mean is I want her to like me, I want her to be intrigued by me too…I guess I just didn’t feel like I had to work at it so hard with Ava she was just always there and available from the moment we met.” Max explained.

“Well that’s because Ava did all the work, Max.” His mother told him.

Max sat up and looked at his mother directly, “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well its just that Ava knew she wanted to marry you probably even before the two of you actually met and she did everything she possibly could to ensure that happened.” His mother told him.

Max stood up and walked over to his desk, he opened the top drawer and pulled out Ava’s journal, “I found this when we cleaned out Ava’s things, it’s a journal that she kept. In her first entry she writes as if our first meeting was actually planned, I had always believed that we met by accident.”

“Well it was an accident, a well planned out accident where she would be the damsel in distress and you could swoop down and rescue her.” His mother told him. “And it played into your ego very effectively too, I might add.”

“What do you mean by that?” Max asked feeling a bit defensive.

“Max, do you really believe that her personal companion would neglect his post and allow her to be in a dangerous situation like that, standing in the middle of the field after a polo match is about to start leaving you to pull her out of the way of a charging horse and rider; when the rider just happens to be her older cousin. Of course that was planned darling only you didn’t see it because you were so infatuated with her at the time.” His mother told him. “And I am sure that it was a boost to your confidence to have such beautiful older girl pay so much attention to you.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?” Max asked feeling rather stupid for not seeing the truth before now.

“Well there where a number of reasons really, one was because you wouldn’t have listened to me and I guess the other was because I hoped that Ava’s reasons for wanting to marry you were for the same reasons I did silly things when I was young to get your fathers attention, because she was in love with you.” His mother admitted.

“I see and you were right…I was in love with her the moment I saw her. I probably would not have listened to you.” Max said as he opened the journal and thumbed through the pages.

His mother could tell there was more bothering him then he was letting on too, “Maxwell is there something else bothering you about that journal… about Ava?”

“Mother…what kind of person what Ava? I know the way she behaved to me, but what was she like with you, with the staff…Rupert told me that there were times that he had trouble with his dealing with Ava and that in one situation in particular you intervened.” Max explained.

“Well Max she was difficult at times with the staff. She did make Rupert’s job more difficult at times and I knew he would never complain to you so I stepped in. The first time I spoke with her I tried to remind her that the staff are here to help us and that Rupert in particular has been with us for years but she continued on with her demands so I finally sat her down and told her in no uncertain terms that she was to leave Rupert to do is job and if she did not like him handling her schedule that she could manage it herself but that she was not to interfere any more with frivolous demands and schedule changes any further.” The Queen admitted.

Max shook his head, “I had no idea…what kind of demands did she make on him concerning my schedule?”

“Oh honey it was so long ago and I don’t want to bring up things that perhaps are better left alone…” his mother said.

“Please mother, I need to know?” Max asked.

“Alright Max if it is that important to you. I guess I first noticed a change in Ava’s behavior not long after you were married, she was very aggressive in her treatment of the staff and it became increasing clear that she wanted to have more control and to be in charge. She asked Rupert to include you in several meetings that your father was attending with out even speaking with your father first. Your father wanted to bring you along and groom you for your future role as the king in the way that his father did with him and Ava was not to happy about that. She felt she knew better who you should be meeting with and how much responsibility you should have. The one meeting in particular was with a Mr. George Smith from Ava’s own country. Mr. Smith and your father were in talks concerning the real-estate of some parts of Adoriah and Darthford.
Ava’s mother had sent Mr. Smith to seek and audience with your father to discuss the plan to demolish and relocate several small townships along both our countries coastal areas. The plan was to replace these areas with more up scale homes and also to bring in several open air shopping malls and entertainment centers. Ava’s wanted you to attend that meeting she thought that having you on her side might sway your father I think into going along with this plan.” His mother told him.

“I remember that actually she had been talking to me for weeks about asking father to allow me to attend.” Max said.

“Well she told Rupert to change your schedule and have you along with your father to meet with Mr. Smith but your father had already told Rupert that he felt it would be a conflict of interests for you to be involved, so when he refused she threatened to fire both him and June, that’s when I stepped in.” His mother told him.

“I see.” Was all Max said.

“Max, it’s important for you to understand that this project was worth millions to Mr. Smith and Ava’s mother. They were seeking to take land from people who had lived in these areas for generations just so that he and his backers could profit from making the area into a resort area for the wealthy. Your father suggested that he would be interested in putting the money into helping the local business already there to help with improvements and renovations, to draw in new business, but that was not good enough, they wanted it all there way and your father in the end said no and he advised both parliament and the council to do the same.” His mother told him.

“I am sorry mother that you and father found yourself in that position.” Max said as he put the journal back in his desk and walked over to the window. Dana could see that her son was hurting; she wished she could help but she knew that these were things he would have to come to terms with on his own.

“Max, please don’t feel bad…Ava was not a bad person, she was just very ambitious and she was raised differently then you and Isabel.” His mother told him.

Max turned around, “Thank you mother for being so honest with me…”

“Max are you going to read the rest of Ava’s journal?” she asked as walked over to him.

“I don’t know, part of me is afraid to, I loved Ava so much, to me she was so perfect. I don’t know if I want to change that memory of her or not.” Max admitted.

“I know reading her journal maybe difficult and even painful, but it also maybe the one thing that helps you to put that part of your life to rest too.” She said as she kissed him on the cheek. “I love you Maxwell and I know you will make the right decision; just remember if you need to talk your father and I are always here.”

“Thank you mother, I love you too.” Max said as she left the room. He sat back down at his desk and tried not to think about Ava any more but there were just so many questions that kept creeping into his head.

The drive from Rosewood was so much fun. They had stopped at several of the tourist towns along the way and had taken tons of pictures. Liz had wished that Maria could have driven down with them; she would have seen such a different side of Michael if she had. Alex had suggested that she pull her hair up and wear a baseball cap along with some sun glasses and his oversized college sweatshirt as a disguise and it worked perfectly. Not one person recognized her and two elderly gentleman actually thought she was a boy; she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about that, it wasn’t exactly great for her self esteem. The most fun they had, was at the theme park in Hatters Bay, they went on so many rides that she actually thought at one point she was going to throw up. She was so glad she got to spend the day this way with her brother and Michael who was quickly becoming one of her best friend. It was just before 7:00 when they finally arrived at the palace and Rupert was waiting for them.

“Welcome Your Highness, I hope your trip here was enjoyable.” Rupert said.

Liz knew right away from her phone conversations that this was Rupert. He was a bit taller then she expected, standing almost six feet tall, with gray hair and green eyes. “Thank you Rupert it was wonderful. I would like to introduce my brother Alex and I guess you know Michael already.”

“Mr. Parker, the Queen as asked that one of the guest rooms in the east wing be made ready for you to stay in this evening. Princess Elizabeth, and Princess Maxwell’s private quarters are in that wing also.” Rupert told them.

“Thank you Rupert.” Alex said.

“Miss, I did not know if you would be hungry or not, so I had some dinner prepared for you. Would you like to have it served in the formal dinning room?” Rupert asked.

Liz looked down at her clothes she was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and still had on Alex old college sweatshirt; at least she had remembered to take off the baseball cap. She smiled and shook her head, “Actually could we just eat in the kitchen or some place that isn’t so formal, that would be great.”

Rupert nodded his head, “Of course if you would prefer miss, I can show you to the kitchen and you are welcome to eat there if you like.” Liz nodded and followed along behind him. The palace was truly a beautiful place, she had seen footage of it on television when she was younger but seeing it in person, it was nothing short of breathtaking. The main stairway, which lead up to the second floor was so grand, it had a solid mahogany banister and the stairs themselves were made of the same beautiful Italian marble that was on the entry way floor. There was a beautiful antique French mirror that hung on the wall not far from the doors and she knew that the small entry table was probably a Louie the 15th. She followed Rupert past three different rooms, one of them was a huge sitting room, she noticed as she glanced through the open door, but the other two doors were closed. After passing through a long hall they ended up taking a small stair case down and into the kitchen. Liz couldn’t believe her eyes as she walked in. Her mother would go nuts in a kitchen like this, there where several large ovens, and at least four double refrigerators, with six dishwashers and enough counter and storage space to delight any top chief. The room itself was huge at least 59 square feet Liz guessed and there was a beautiful round dinning table off in the corner by a large bay window. “Oh this is so wonderful…I hope it will be alright if I prepare some meals, at least for myself once in awhile.” Liz said with out really thinking.

“We do have several top chiefs that are on the palace staff Miss, my wife June is the head chief and she runs the kitchen as well as the planning of the meals with the Queen. I am sure if there is anything that you would want prepared she would be willing to make it for you.” Rupert said diplomatically as he walked over and rang a bell on the wall.

Liz smiled, “Thank Rupert.” She said deciding to let the matter drop for now.

Michael sat down at the table, as did Alex, and Liz. An older woman with striking red hair came walking into the room and curtsied to Liz, “This is Gail, Your Highness, and she will be serving you your dinner.” Rupert said.

Liz was just about to say something when she caught the look Michael gave her out the corner of her eye. She leaned back in her chair and allowed the woman to serve them. The meal was delicious; it was a wonderful beef brisket, with steamed baby carrots, potatoes, snow peas, and a wonderful cucumber and spinach salad, with blackberry balsamic vinaigrette dressing. The bread rolls where fresh and she could tell they were home made too. “Rupert everything tastes so good, please tell whom ever prepared the food that it was just wonderful.”

“Thank you Your Highness, my wife June prepared this dinner personally. I will let her know that you approved.” Rupert said.

“Is she available now actually, I would love to thank her myself?” Liz said.

“I will inform her of your wish to meet with her Your Highness; I think she would like that very much.” Rupert said, and then he left the kitchen through a narrow hallway returning several minutes later with his wife. She was a older woman with soft brown hair that was beginning to gray a bit, bright blue eyes, and a very friendly smile.

“Princess Elizabeth this is my wife and the head chief here at the palace, June, this is her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth, Prince Maxwell’s fiancée.”

“It’s so nice to meet with you June, I wanted to tell you I really enjoyed this dinner you prepared for us. The dressing was wonderful, was that a hint of lemon that I noticed in the dressing as well?” Liz asked.

June nodded her head, “Yes it was, I find that it helps to add just a little more of a punch since the blackberry can be very sweet this time of year.”

“Oh it was so good, I hope that you will allow me to spend some time in the kitchen observing while you cook, I am sure I could learn a great deal from you and I would really enjoy the opportunity.” Liz said.

June glance over at her husband hesitating to answer, “I promise not to get in the way and I know full well that it is your kitchen and I would never impose upon that, but I have worked in my mothers restaurant since I was ten years old and I took two years of nutrition and culinary arts. I really love cooking so if you have the time, I would really love to work with you on occasion.” Liz explained.

June smiled and nodded, “Of course you may Miss. Anytime you just let Rupert know or come find me and I will be glad so show you around the kitchen.” Liz and June spent the next several minutes talking about cooking and where she had studied. Liz was very impressed; she knew this was one woman she would become friends with very quickly. After finishing their dessert Rupert escorted Liz and Alex upstairs to their rooms. Michael said goodnight and made his way up to the fourth floor to the room he and James would share.

“Rupert, where is Maria’s room?” Liz asked hoping to get a chance to talk with her later.

“Her private quarters are on the fourth floor, all personal assistants and security staff’s personal quarters are on the fourth floor Miss.” He told her.

“This is such a huge place I am not sure if I will ever learn to navigate through all these rooms with out getting lost.” Liz whispered to Alex.

“Just think of all the ghost that are floating around too, I bet there are hundreds of them. All the Kings and Queens from past generations of the Evans line.” Alex teased.

“Don’t say stuff like that it freaks me out.” Liz scolded him. She tried to watch as Rupert led her through the halls and up the stairs until they finally ended up at Alex room. “This is your room Mr. Parker, if you need anything please feel free to call down and one of the kitchen or house staff will be glad to bring it up to you. Harris as already brought up your things and put them away for you.”

“This is nice, I have to admit. Thank you Rupert.” Alex said. Liz whispered that she would see him in a while then followed as Rupert led her to her room.

She had to force herself to keep her mouth from dropping open as Rupert opened two large double doors that led into the most beautiful room she had ever seen. The main room was huge, with two large ivory sofa’s sitting in front of a large stone fireplace. There was a beautiful solid oak hand carved coffee table positioned in between them. Above the fireplace was a huge portrait of King William the 3rd, Liz recognized him from her history lessons. A stunning chandler hung over the table, giving the room an elegant feel to it. In the corner was a beautiful cherry wood bar. Near the window were an antic secretary’s desk and a beautiful cherry wood chair to match. Rupert walked over to table and picked up a small remote, “This controls the rooms lighting as well as the television and the music center.” He explained as he demonstrated for her, “If you want to watch television Miss, simply push this button and…” Liz watched as the portrait began to slide up into the ceiling revealing a large 36 inch flat screen television that had been tucked away in the wall behind it.

“Oh that is so awesome…” Liz said as he handed her the remote and she pushed the button for stereo, as she did the doors on a beautiful antique cabinet opened revealing the latest in entertainment equipment. “It will probably take me forever to learn how to use all of this.” Liz said as Rupert continued showing her the room.

“There are several manuals in the desk to explain each of the controls, and of course if you need help I will be here as well I am sure as Maria. The movies are stored here in the armoire, if you do not find what you are looking for please let me know and I will have it purchased for you. If you should need to get in touch with anyone just use the phone to call and someone will help you. All the numbers are listed next to the phones both here as well as your own private chambers. Rupert told her.

“Thank you Rupert.” Liz told him.

“Normally Miss, this would be your room through these doors over here,” Rupert said pointing, “but the Prince is having it renovated for you and has asked me to have you stay in his room until the work is finished.” Rupert told her.

Liz suddenly felt very nervous, “Oh…umm if I am in there then where exactly will he…I mean I don’t want to put the Prince out of his room I would be happy to take one of the guest rooms until my room is ready.” Liz offered feeling extremely awkward.

“That won’t be necessary Liz, Rupert has already moved some of my things into one of the guest rooms, I wanted you to be relaxed and get comfortable.” Max said from behind her as he walked into the room.

Liz turned around to see her future husband standing in front of her. He was so handsome and a little taller then he looked in his photos. He was wearing a very nice dark green cardigan sweater with a white tee underneath and a pair of casual khaki dress pants. She looked down at her own clothes and blushed a bright red, and then put her hand up to her hair, realizing that she still had it up in a very messy top knot. “Oh, Your Highness…I wasn’t expecting to meet with you tonight, or I would have…I would have…” She didn’t even know what to say, she could only imagine how terrible she must have looked.

“If that is all sir, I will say goodnight now.” Rupert said.

Max smiled and shook his head, “Of course Rupert, I can show the princess around from here.”

“Very good then, good night miss…goodnight sir.” Rupert said as he left the room closing the door behind him.

Liz stood there feeling very nervous and completely silly; her hair was a mess and her clothes where old and faded. She wished she had known that he was going to come and meet with her tonight, she would have dressed nicer and fixed her hair.

Almost as if he was reading her thoughts he explained, “I am sorry I had thought about waiting until tomorrow but I wanted to meet with you before the ceremony, I’m sorry if I have made you feel uncomfortable.” Max said hoping that he had not embarrassed her to much. He knew she was feeling self conscious but he loved the way she looked at the moment. He especially loved her dark brown eyes. They were so beautiful, they revealed so much of the emotions she was feeling and he liked that..

“Oh no I am glad that you came…I just wished that I didn’t look like such a mess that’s all.” Liz told him truthfully.

“Please don’t worry about that, you look fine really. So Rupert has been showing you all around making you comfortable I hope.” Max asked staring intently at her as he spoke.

Liz smiled and looked down to the floor, “Yes, and I met June as well. She seems like a wonderful person.”

“Rupert and June are both a real blessing to this family; we would all probably fall apart if it weren’t for the two of them.” Max admitted. “So would you like to see where you will be sleeping?” he asked.

Liz nodded and followed along behind him as he led her through the other set of double doors. “I hope you will be comfortable in here, I wanted to have your suite done before you arrived but I’m afraid that there is a few more days of work to be done.”

“Oh that’s alright really, this room is beautiful. I love the antique mahogany furniture and the bedding is really nice.” She told him.

“Thank you, my mother decorated this room for me when I moved into this wing of the palace on my 18th birthday. I have thought about changing it several times but I must admit I like the colors and the feel of the room.” Max said as he continued watching Liz.


“Oh no, you shouldn’t change it. The room is wonderful just the way it is, I especially like the tapestries on the wall, are they antique as well?” Liz asked as she admired one that hung over a large desk. It was a beautiful scene of a forest, and in front of the trees stood a white horse with a beautiful young woman mounted on it holding a baby in her arms.

“Yes it was made in the late 1813; King George the 6th had it made as a gift for his wife. That is her and their first child Prince Henry. It use to hang in my grandfathers study, I was very fond of him and spent a great deal of time with him when I was young. After he passed away my mother had it moved in here, it kind of reminds me of those times I spent with him.” Max told her.

“I have a hand made quilt that my great great grandmother made, it has been passed down through the generations and I hope to give it to my own daughter some day…” Liz said.

“I should very much like to see it when your all settled in.” Max told her.

“Ok.” She said. “What is through this door?”

“Oh that leads to my personal dressing room and bath. I believe Rupert has placed some of your things in there for the time being, if you have any trouble finding anything though please call him.” Max said. Liz nodded and followed him back out into the sitting room.

“That’s pretty much the grand tour for now at least; your rooms are off limits until they are finished.” Max said smiling.

Liz smiled, “Now you have me wanting to peek in and see what it will look like.”

“No you have to promise to stay away.” He said teasingly.

Liz smiled and shook her head, “Umm, I am not sure if I think this is fair, its like putting the presents out under the tree days before Christmas then saying you can’t shake them or guess what they are, faced with that kind of temptation I don’t know that I should give my promise.”

“I see what you mean, it does seem as if I am asking a great deal of restraint on your part and yet I won’t settle for anything less then a full fledge promise that you won’t even go near the door until I say other wise.” Max said enjoying flirting with her.

Liz laughed and nodded her head, ““You know this almost seems like pay back for teasing you about my hair, but since you have asked is such a kind and gentlemanly manner, I will grant your wish and give you my word…I Elizabeth Parker do promise not to even go near the door until you say that it is ok.” She said in a soft voice. Max couldn’t help himself he was staring at her. He was surprised by just how comfortable he felt with her. Just then a knock on the door and the sound of Isabel voice as she came in stopped their playfully banter. “Liz it’s me, Isabel can I come…hey what are you doing in here? Haven’t you heard that it is bad luck to see the bride 24 hours before the wedding.” She scolded Max as she walked into the room carrying a beautifully wrapped box.

Max smiled, “She’s right, I have jinxed us, but in my defense, I could not wait another 24 hours to meet with you so I threw caution to the wind and decided to risk it.” He said as he stared into her eyes.

“I’m glad that you risked it.” Liz said softly.

“Ok well before we tempt fate any further, you must leave because I have a gift here for Liz from mother and father and you can’t see it until tomorrow… so say goodbye.” Isabel told him in a serious voice.

“Well it is getting late, besides I know Isabel she will stand here and nag at me until I leave the room so I will say good night Liz…I am looking forward to tomorrow.” Max said then turned to leave. Liz watched as he left the room and then turned her attention back to Isabel, “I wasn’t expecting to see Max tonight I am so embarrassed, I look awful.”

“He didn’t seem to mind the way you look, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.” Isabel told her as she handed her the box, “Now open this, mother and I picked it out for you.”

Liz didn’t say anything as she opened the box, but her mouth dropped open as she pulled out a beautiful diamond studded crown. “Oh Isabel this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.”

“I know, I helped mother pick it out. Its similar to my first crown but it has a few more stones along the top here. Mother and Father wanted to give you something to wear for the wedding day, now you can have a veil with this or have Mr. Anthony do your hair up for the ceremony its up to you. He will be here tomorrow to get you all ready.”

“Thank you Isabel this is so beautiful. Should I try it on?” Liz asked feeling a little nervous just holding such an expensive piece.

“Absolutely try it on. Here I will help you.” Isabel said. Liz sat down on the sofa while she took down her hair and carefully placed the crown on her head.

“Ok it’s all pined in take a look.” Isabel told her pointing over to a elegant antique mirror.

Liz walked over slowly afraid she was going to knock the crown off of her head. She looked at herself in the mirror and started laughing, “Well the crown is gorgeous but the clothes don’t quit live up to it do they?”

“No but that’s ok…I bet your grandmothers dress is going to be so beautiful that Max eyes are going to just pop out of his head.” Isabel told her.

“Whose eyes are going to pop out of whose head?” Alex asked as he came through the door.

“Oh Alex, look at what Isabel and her mother got for me.” Liz said as she showed off her knew crown.

Alex smiled and shook his head, “That is really beautiful. I just thought I would come see how your room rates against mine.” He said jokingly.

“Isabel, this is my brother Alex. Alex this is Prince Maxwells younger sister Princess Isabel.” Liz said as she carefully took the crown off and placed it back into the box.

“Hey, nice to meet you, nice palace you have here.” Alex said as he walked over to the bar and fixed himself a soda. “Anyone else thirsty?”


”I would love a soda actually. Leave it there on the bar I am going to call Maria and have her come down.” Liz said as she headed over to the phone.

“No thank you.” Isabel said as she sat down on the sofa. She could see the strong resemblance between Liz and her brother they both had dark and hair and the same dark brown eyes. “Are you two twins?” she asked.

Alex shook his head, “No, I am a year older then Liz, but we get asked that all the time.”

“Oh.” Was all she said.

“What about you, how much older then you is Max?” Alex asked.

“Oh he is almost two years older then I am.” Isabel told him. “So did you drive down with Liz and Michael today?”

“Yeah, it was a blast, we stopped at Hatters Bay and Michael and I took Liz on all the rides, it was great.” Alex told her as he sat down.

“I don’t think I have ever heard of that place Hatters Bay? What is it?” She asked.

Alex laughed, “Are you serious, you have never been to Hatters Bay …its one of best theme parks in the country. My parents use to take Liz and I there every summer. They have this wicked rollercoaster that is incredible.”

“Sounds fun I guess. Michael went with you and Liz didn’t get recognized?” She asked a bit surprised considering how much her picture had been plastered in the news as well as every magazine since the press got the story on Tuesday.

“Yeah, Michael was with us, that’s why she is dressed so sloppy, and her hair is all messy like that. We made her wear a baseball cap and pretended she was a guy. No one even noticed.” Alex explained.


Isabel laughed, “That’s sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe someday I’ll have to try that trick and check it out. It’s never been very easy for Max or I to go to places like that, people tend to treat us differently.” She said almost as an after thought.

“Maybe people treat you differently because you act differently around them; I mean if you get dressed up just like any other tourist and hang out with some friends, not that many people are going to pay attention to you.” Alex told her.

Just as Isabel was about to say something Liz came back into the room and sat down. “She is going to be right down.” She said then took a big drink of her soda.

“Liz…why are you having Maria come down, if you don’t mind me asking?” Isabel asked.

“Oh, not for any real reason, just to hang out. Maybe watch a movie or something.” Liz told her.

Isabel smiled and shook her head. “Oh ok. Well I guess I will go then have a nice evening.” She said as she got up to leave.

“Oh can’t you stay…will throw Alex out and watch a sappy romantic comedy, eat some junk food and just hang out for while.” Liz told her.

Isabel hesitated for a few minutes she wasn’t really sure if she knew how to just hang out, as strange as that sounded. “I don’t know, I don’t want to intrude.”

Alex got up and headed for the door, “Just stay Princess, you know you want to, besides if you don’t she will start to beg and that’s not pretty. As for me, I am gonna make my way up to Michael’s room to play some Halo and kick his…umm I am going to go play Halo for awhile.” He said noticing the sharp look Liz shot at him. “Night sis, night Princess.”

Liz kissed him on the cheek and closed the door behind him, “Sorry about that, he likes to joke around.”

“Oh its ok, I like him he is very direct…you two seem really close.” She said.

“Yeah we are, Alex is great he has always been there for me, looking out for me and taking care of me even when I don’t need it.” Liz admitted.

“Sounds just like Max actually.” Isabel laughed.

Liz sat back down on the sofa and motioned for Isabel to come over, “Come on… stay. It will be so much fun, take one night off from being Princess Isabel and just be Issy. You might like it.”

Isabel smiled and shook her head. She kicked her shoes off got a soda from the bar and some chips and sat down with Liz. The two chatted until Maria showed up. Then they popped popcorn and watched You’ve Got Mail and an Affair to Remember. Liz smiled she really liked Isabel and seeing her let her hair down and relax a bit was so fun, she couldn’t have thought of a more perfect way to spend the last day of her being Elizabeth Parker or of being single.

Max made his way to the guest room he was staying in. He decided to wait until after the ceremony to tell Liz about his having to leave for a week. A part of him knew she would understand but he still did not want to make her upset before the wedding. He smiled as he thought about how cute she looked with her hair in disarray and in her old sweatshirt and faded jeans. She was truly very beautiful, she had a gorgeous figure and he had to admit that he was very attracted to her physically. Liz was defiantly on his mind as he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

See Ya
James

Here is part 10. Just a side note my hand is doing better and the cast will be off in a few more weeks. I am actually getting use to typeing with it. Thanks again for all the kind thoughts and words you guys are awesome;-)
Ok on with the story
This is a Max and Liz story however it does not have anything to do with the show Roswell. It is rated TEEN/MATURE
and I don't own anything to do with Roswell.
I am posting on July 31 2005 at 6:04 in the evening
Hope you like this part...I am off to have dinner so enjoy;-)

All Things Wedding…

Liz spent most of the day with her family, Mr. Thompson, and Maria. They had a lovely brunch in the east garden when her parents got in. Then Liz had her hair done in the afternoon by the famous hair stylist Mr. Anthony. She liked him; he was funny and enjoyed talking about himself. Liz didn’t mind that because then she would not have to answer questions about her and Max’s relationship at least. Isabel, the King, and the Queen also came by to spend time with her. Liz really liked Max’s family; they reminded her of her own relationship with her own family members. The day flew by so fast and now she found herself standing in front of the mirror looking at her reflection. She thought about her Grandma Claudia as she admired her wedding dress. It fit perfectly; the seamstress had done a wonderful job on such short notice.

Maria walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, “Michael is out in the hall way and he looks really good in a formal suit. I think your match making just might be working after all.”

“See, I told you so… you are going to spend some time with him tonight aren’t you. I know he won’t be able to go out and dance with you but promise you won’t leave him all by himself.” Liz said.

“I won’t, I promise. Don’t you worry about him though just have fun and enjoy your self ok?” Maria told her.

“I will try, there are so many people here that I don’t know. It feels kind of strange, I mean having my wedding with so many strangers.” Liz admitted.

“Don’t worry about it, and besides Max is the only one who matters really and from what Isabel said he seemed pretty smitten with you.” Maria teased.

“Well I’m not so sure about that, I must have made a terrible first impression with the way I looked.” Liz told her.

“That’s not possible, besides look at you now. He will be kicking himself for not spending more time with you before the wedding. I promise you he will be regretting it especially tonight when he has to go back to his room alone.” Maria joked with her.

“Yeah well a part of me kind of hopes your right, I mean Maria, what if he isn’t he isn’t attracted to me, then what?” Liz admitted.

“Oh my gosh Liz that is not going to happen. Trust me; you will be fighting him off sooner then you think.” Maria told her.

Liz laughed, “Well who said I would be fighting him off.”

“Well ok then.” Maria said as she tucked a loose curl back inside Liz’s crown.

“Hey Maria…can I have a word with my little sister?” Alex asked as he poked his head through the door.

Liz smiled, “Hey Alex I was wondering when you were going to come and see me.”

“I will be outside with Michael if you need me for anything.” Maria said as she walked out the door.

Liz walked over and kissed him on the cheek, “So I bet you’re here for some last minute big brotherly advice.” She teased him.

“Well sort of, I just really wanted to make sure this is what you want, that you’re not having any last minute regrets, or a strong desire to run away?” He asked her.

“Oh Alex your such a good big brother, but I am fine and I really do want to go through with this. I may not be in love with Prince Maxwell right now but I do believe given time I will be.” Liz told her brother.

“I just want you to be happy, and I want you to promise that if you ever need anything, anything at all you will call me got it?” Alex told her.

“I will Alex; I promise…I love you.” She told him as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The door opened and Isabel walked in, “So this is where you are Alex, its almost time for the ceremony to start, come on we need to take our places.”

“Ok Princess I’m coming.” Alex said as he hugged Liz one last time, then followed Isabel out into the chapel entry way.

Max yawned again for the third time in the past few minutes. He was exhausted even though he had gotten to bed earlier the night before. Liz was very much on his mind as he fell to sleep; but it was Ava that he dreamed of. It was a strange dream and it had him tossing and turning all night. When Ava was killed he had so many mixed emotions all at once, and he had buried the way he felt for so long that he hadn’t really sorted any of them out. The one thing he did feel was a heavy burden of guilt, and because of it he had refused to remember anything bad or negative about their relationship instead only focusing on the positive times. Now faced with learning the truth from her journal about their relationship he actually felt fearful. In so many ways it was still a part of his life that he did not want to let go of. Max let out a heavy sigh releasing that today wasn’t the best day to start with this either. He turned his thoughts to Liz, she was very beautiful and he did feel comfortable with her, he really did want things to work out but he knew that he had a lot of searching to do; he hoped Liz really was as understanding as she seemed. He began fidgeting with his cufflinks when his father walked into the room, “So are you ready, its just about time?” the king asked.

Max shook his head, “Yes, do you think she is as nervous as I am?”

“Probably even more so Max, remember this is her first wedding.” King William reminded his son.

“Yes of course, that was insensitive of me to forget that, I am sorry father I guess I have been caught up in my own feelings it’s been hard not to think about Ava today.” Max admitted to his father.

“I thought that might be the case.” His father said.

“It was only about three years ago that Ava and I got married, we planned our lives together and some day having children, and now I am standing here about to join my life to someone else and …” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Max loving someone is a choice, if you give yourself time the pain of loosing Ava will ease and you will find a way to love again, if you chose to…” King William told him as he hugged him.

Max knew in his heart that his father was right; he also knew that he needed very much to go through with his commitment to marry Liz. “Did mother tell you about the journal I found that belonged to Ava?” Max asked.

“Yes, she did mention that actually, she said that you were afraid to read it, that you were unsure of what you might find?” his father said.

“It’s just that the few entries that I have read seem so different from the person I knew, or at least thought I knew. I am afraid that if I read more I might find myself not liking what I learn and I don’t want to let go of what I had with her, at least not yet.” Max admitted.

“Max if what you shared with her was simply and illusion that she created and wanted you to believe was real but in reality wasn’t, then maybe its time to find out for sure and to let it go…it maybe the only way you will be able to move on and make a life with Elizabeth. Just think about it.” He told him as he glanced down at his watch and smiled, “Well its time… shall we take our places?” Max nodded as his father lead the way to the small chapel, he stood at the alter waiting; he smiled as he listened to the music playing, it was Mozart piano concerto 26, Liz had chosen some his favorite music.

It was strange, Liz felt remarkably calm considering what she was about to do. She thought she would be a bundle of nerves.

“Liz you look so beautiful, and the church is so lovely too.” Nancy Parker told her daughter trying to hold back her tears.

“Don’t cry Mom or your going to make me cry.” Liz told her as her eyes began to moisten with tears.

“I’m going to go sit down now, its almost time for the ceremony…I just want you to know that I love you and I am so proud of the woman you have become.” Nancy whispered into her daughter’s ear, and gave her a kiss before leaving. Maria handed Liz some tissue and helped her dry her eyes, “Alright Liz your hair is perfect, your dress is perfect, your makeup is perfect, everything is perfect…I am going to go too…you’re alright?”

“Yep…Thank you Maria …” Liz told her. Maria signaled for Mr. Parker to come and escort his daughter down the isle.

“Ok Princess, are you ready?” Jeff asked his own eyes glistening with tears as he leaned over and kissed his daughter on the cheek.

Liz smiled and shook her head, “I am daddy, let’s go.” As soon as Liz and Mr. Parker entered the entry way the music began. The traditional wedding march played softly as Alex escorted Isabel down the isle first and then Liz and her father followed behind. Both Max and Alex wore a traditional black tux while Isabel wore a simple long gown made of dark blue silk. Liz’s own dress was white with a delicate beaded appliqué on the bodice a full skirt to the ground with a small train, and long lacey sleeves. She carried a beautiful bouquet of deep purple lilacs and dark blue violets. She wore most of her hair up with just a few small ringlets hanging over the side of the diamond crown that the King and Queen had given her. Liz glanced around the church it looked just as she had hoped. The decorations were simple with two large flower groupings at each end of the isle and two smaller baskets in front by the alter. The bouquets where made up of pale blue roses and lush green English Ivy leaves with a soft white silky ribbon tied around the edge. Large white candles stood on antique gold pedestals along the outside of the pews. The whole room felt warm and inviting, Liz looked down the Isle to see her future husband standing there waiting for her to join him. She looked into his eyes and smiled, she knew she had made the right choice.

Max couldn’t take his eyes off of Liz she was so beautiful. He searched her eyes intently as she reached the alter hoping that she wasn’t regretting her decision. She smiled at him as her father placed her arm on to his and Max felt as if he could finally exhale.

Both Max and Liz faced the Pastor as he began to speak. Liz listened intently as he spoke of caring for one another and the true meaning of marriage being one of commitment and not to be taken lightly. After several prayers, the Pastor turned to Max and asked him to recite the vows, “Do you Prince Maxwell Aaron Evans take Elizabeth Ann Parker to be your lawfully wedded wife to care for her, to be her support in time s of good and bad, and to be faithful to only her until death do you part?”

Max looked into Liz eyes, he felt completely at ease when he spoke, “I will.”

Then the Pastor turned to Liz and spoke, “Do you Elizabeth Ann Parker take Prince Maxwell Aaron Evans to be your lawfully wedded husband to care for him, to support him in both good time and bad and to be faithful to him only until death do you part?”

Liz felt her hands begin to tremble just a bit, suddenly feeling nervous at all the eyes staring at her, but Max’s gentle squeezed reassured her and she said softly, “I will.”

“Then as you two young people have chosen to come together and be joined as one to the other in the state of holy matrimony, before friends, family and God, I pronounce you husband and wife.” The pastor finished with a prayer, then introduced the knew Prince and Princess of Satadority to all in assembly. Liz smiled as both her parents and Max’s parents came up to congratulate them. It was not long before the guests with drew from the church and into the Kings Ballroom. As Max was escorting Liz he leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Thank you.”

Liz looked a bit puzzled, “For what?” she asked her own voice barely above a whisper.

Max smiled, “For making me feel included in the ceremony, the color choices, the music, it was very kind of you to incorporate some of my favorites as well.”

Liz whispered back softly, “Your welcome.”

The Ballroom was beautiful, and the entry way to one of the formal dinning rooms was open so that the guest could serve themselves from a wide assortment of horderves and desserts as well as drinks just as Liz had requested. She wanted the reception to feel very relaxed and low key, she thought that would be the easiest for Max to deal with.

A small orchestra played softy as the guest mingled around. Liz looked over to see her brother Alex standing off with her mother and father, and the King and Queen. It was strange to her but somehow seeing them all together seemed natural almost as if it were a perfect fit. Liz smiled as Max guided her over towards her family.

King William spoke first, “Mr. Parker this is our son, Maxwell.”

Jeff smiled politely and extended his hand, “It’s very nice to finally meet with you your highness.”

Max couldn’t help but feel nervous as he shook his father in laws hand, “Thank you sir, but please call me Max.”

”Ok Max, I will do that but only if you call me Jeff.” He told him. Max felt a bit more at ease as the conversation turned to the ceremony and what a wonderful job Liz had done in making all the arrangements. He smiled and agreed completely, he found that he was actually enjoying himself. It wasn’t long before the photographer made his way over to them and asked to take a few pictures. Liz stood next to Max and her father and mother along with Alex, who stood beside her. For the next several minutes they took pictures of both families and then several of the bride and groom alone. Afterwards the music began to play and Liz watched as Max walked over and took her hand in his and led her out unto the dance floor. For the first few moments everyone’s eyes where on the two of them, Max leaned in and whispered, “I think Isabel is going to drag your brother out her in just a few minutes and then all the other couples will follow.”

“Oh good, I am not use to having so many people staring at me and to tell the truth its making me feel just a bit uneasy.” Liz admitted.

“You shouldn’t feel uneasy, the only reason they are staring is because you’re the most beautiful women in the room.” Max told her softly.

Liz blushed; her cheeks turning a bright red, “Thank you that’s a very generous compliment considering how many gorgeous women that are here.”

”I am serious, I never give a compliment unless I absolutely mean it and tonight there is not one woman in this room that looks more beautiful then you, your dress, your hair, I like it all very much.” He told her. Liz blushed again and thanked him she felt wonderful things were going so much better then she could have hoped, she closed her eyes and laid her head against his shoulder. Perhaps everything was going to be fine and the two of them were really the perfect fit that everyone kept telling her they were, she thought to her self. Max liked the fact that she had relaxed a bit, when they first started dancing she was so nervous so tense, he knew this was hard for her, but the one thing he did want was for her to have wonderful memories of tonight. Max whispered into her ear to look over just as Isabel was dragging Alex out to the dance floor. Liz laughed; she knew that Alex hated dancing.

Alex shook his head, “I really don’t enjoy dancing, and I am not very good at it.”

“It’s a waltz; everyone can dance to a waltz, besides I can have you thrown into jail for refusing my request as the princess if I really wanted to…” Isabel warned him mischievously.

“Really, so my choices are either dance with you or be thrown into jail?” Alex repeated her words as if he were trying to decide. Isabel didn’t wait for him to choose instead she pulled him out to the middle of the ballroom floor to dance, “We are suppose to join the couple for the first dance after a few minutes it signals to everyone else that its alright for them to come out and dance as well, don’t you know anything?” Isabel questioned him as Alex slid his arm around her waist.

“Why do I have the feeling that it doesn’t matter what I say with you Princess your always going to get your way no matter what…” Alex told her as they danced.

“Just shut up and dance with me…” She teased him.

After a few moments the rest of the couples joined in. After the music ended Max escorted Liz back to join her family. For the next few songs Liz danced with the King, her father, and Alex. She was having a wonderful time and really enjoying herself. The photographer had taken an endless number of snapshots of the bride and groom as they danced and mingled with their guests. Max was just about to ask Liz to dance again since he had not had much of an opportunity to spend time with her when Tess walked up to the two of them, “Prince Maxwell I have been wanting to introduce you to my fiancé all evening, Kyle this is his royal highness,…Prince Maxwell Evans the first.” She said in an almost mocking tone. “And this must be… oh I am afraid I don’t know your name dear.”

“It’s Elizabeth Park…its Elizabeth.” Liz said feeling a bit taken aback at the resemblance this woman had to Max late wife Ava.

“OH don’t worry dear, I am sure you’ll get use to the name change soon enough after all you will want to lay claim to being a royal at every chance you can get won’t you…” Tess said as she forced a smile.

Kyle extended his hand trying to change the subject, “It is a pleasure to meet the both of you, and congratulations.”

“I have a lovely idea, Maxwell…you dance with me and let…what was your name again…oh yes, Elizabeth…you can dance with Kyle…” Tess said as she pulled Max by the arm out unto the dance floor.

Liz could see that Kyle felt completely awkward, “Well I am up for it if you are?” She offered trying to make the best of the situation.

Kyle smiled, “Thank you Your Highness, it would truly be my pleasure…”

Max was too much of a gentleman to refuse Tess; but he glanced over to check on Liz as she began dancing with Kyle. The two were chatting and he was glad to see that Tess obviously rude behavior towards her did not upset her. Tess put her hand along side of Max cheek and turned his face back towards her, “She really is very lovely Max, where ever did you meet such a creature?”

“We met through a mutual family friend.” Was all Max said.

“OH…how sweet.” Tess said sarcastically. “I was thinking during the ceremony about when you and Ava got married; now that was a truly elegant ceremony…” Tess said as she leaned in close to Max. “Of course this was…quaint.”

“I thought the ceremony was wonderful, I…” Max started to say.

“OH of course you would Maxwell, I am so sorry I didn’t mean to be hurtful…it’s just that, well seeing you with her it’s just so hard for me. I just miss Ava so much…I guess.” Tess told him as she sniffled in.

Max shook his head and let out a small sigh, “I am sorry Tess…I realize that you and Ava were close but….”

“I wonder what she would have thought of your dear little Elizabeth…do you think that Ava would have wanted to see you with someone like that.” Tess asked.

“I don’t know what she would have thought of Liz…” Max said feeling extremely uncomfortable and agitated.

“I have to be honest I don’t think she would have approved…I mean really Max you have replaced her with a commoner, she was a Princess and an heir to her own throne after all.” Tess said. “But then maybe you just don’t care about those kinds of things…”

Max didn’t say another word on the subject instead he politely thanked Tess for the dance and walked away leaving her on the dance floor as the music ended. Liz allowed Kyle to escort her to where Tess was left standing she noticed the Max had walked away and she felt an uneasy feeling wash over her.

Liz smiled, “Well thank you Tess for allowing me the privilege of dancing with your fiancé, he is a marvelous dancer.”

“Oh well that’s one of the many reasons I love him.” Tess said as she wrapped her arms around Kyle’s arm. “I am afraid that Max was not in such a good mood, I think dancing with me reminded him a bit of Ava, poor thing, it must be hard.” Tess told Liz hoping to upset her.

“You do look a great deal like Prince Maxwell late wife, was she a relative?” Liz asked trying to remember if Ava had any siblings.

“Why yes actually she was my cousin, through my mothers side of the family. We were extremely close, it was so tragic to loose her so young. Max and I actually dated for awhile when he first started seeing people again. He wanted to take things much further in our relationship but I had to refuse, I could see that he was still so attached to Ava and I knew the similarity in our appearance would be a consent reminder for him.” Tess prattle on.

Liz smiled and tried to be polite, “OH….”was all she got out before Tess interrupted her.

“Yes it was particularly hard on poor Maxwell but I had to do what was best for the both of us… and now I have my own Prince Charming.” Tess said as she leaned in closer to Kyle. “Oh but I guess he still isn’t completely over Ava even though he has married you…that must be hard on you poor thing.” Tess said in a snide voice

“Well maybe I will just go and see how Max is then…it was nice meeting you Kyle….” Liz said as politely as she could. She searched for several minutes but was unable to find him any where. She did see Isabel and Alex sipping champagne and headed over to them, “Have you seen Max?” Liz asked trying not to sound to concerned.

“No actually I haven’t seen him…is everything alright Liz?” Alex asked seeing the look on her face.

“Yes, I am fine, just that woman…Tess, she such a snob and I think she said something to Max that might have upset him.” Liz said as she looked about the room hoping for a glimpse of her husband.

“Just ignore Tess, she is just jealous, she wanted to be Max next wife but he wasn’t interested. She has always felt a bit jilted I think, the only reason she was even invited was because of political reasons, her Aunt, Ava’s mother is the Queen of Darthford.” Isabel explained.

“Max rejected her….” Liz said more to her self really; “well that makes Tess a snob and a liar.” She mumbled under her breath.

“I am going to slip outside for a moment if that is alright; I need a bit of fresh air.” Liz explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Alex asked.

Liz shook her head no and headed for the door that led to the balcony. It was a beautiful spring night she thought as she walked out into the garden, the moon was full and she welcomed the fresh air. She was looking up the stars when she heard Max voice call out her name, “Liz.”

She turned around to see Max walking towards her, “Oh I was looking for you…” she said in a soft voice.

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you, I needed to step out for a moment.” He said softly. Max couldn’t get over just how beautiful she really was, her dark hair and deep brown eyes where mesmerizing.

She blushed under the intensity of his gaze, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I saw you come out here and I wanted to make sure that you are alright.” Max explained. “I hope Tess didn’t say anything to upset you?” he asked with genuine concern.

“No, it was fine really. Her fiancé seemed very nice.” Liz told him.

“I haven’t really talked much with him but to put up with Tess he will have to have a lot of patients that’s for sure.” Max said rather sarcastically.

His statement made Liz laugh, “You don’t sound as if you like her very much.”

“Well let’s just say she is not a person I want to spend a lot of time with.” Max said.

“Well that’s good because I feel the same way.” She admitted softly.

“I have to tell you something, I have to leave in the morning on a week long business trip. I know that it is terrible timing and I am sorry about it. When I suggested we move up the wedding date I completely forgot about this trip and I can not get out of it, but I did want you to know that I tried too.” Max explained.

“Oh…” was all she said her voice filled with disappointment.

“I really am sorry.” Max said. Liz looked into his eyes and could see that he meant it. She knew this was not really his fault and that it would be unfair to get angry with him for it. “Its ok, I am disappointed but I do understand really. I imagine that I will be very busy getting settled in and I know Rupert already has several things schedule for me to do so I am sure the week will fly by.”

“Thank you Lizzie, you really are as wonderful as Charles said you were.” Max said as he gently lifted her hand up to his lips and kissed her softly.

Liz turned bright red; she couldn’t help it she was blushing again. “You called me Lizzie just then.”

Max looked into her eyes and smiled, “I guess I did, I hope you don’t mind terribly it’s just that some how you seem like a Lizzie to me.”

“No I don’t mind, my grandparents use to call me Lizzie all the time, Grandpa Jim use to say that Elizabeth just seemed too formal and that Liz was too serious for me so he settled on Lizzie. I always liked that name actually.” She admitted.

“Liz…Max, father is about to make a toast and then they will want you to do the traditional cake cutting.” Isabel called out to them as she came out on the balcony.

“I guess we are needed…shall we?” He asked as he extended his arm for her to hold on too. Liz nodded in agreement and allowed Max to escort her back into the room. Everyone’s eyes where on her. She was beginning to feel incredibly nervous again and could feel her hand begin to tremble ever so slightly against his arm. Max smiled at her reassuringly and placed his hand down over hers, giving it a small gentle squeeze, at once she felt better. She stood next to Max as the waiter brought over two glasses of Champaign for the toast. She took the glass not quite sure what to do, she didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone about not being able to drink alcohol and she wasn’t sure if Isabel had remembered. King William began to speak about welcoming Liz into their family and the happy times that lay ahead but she wasn’t really listening, she searched through the crowd feeling a bit panicked at what to do, when Maria caught her attention. She was standing next to the waiter who had just delivered their drinks and she discreetly held up a small bottle of apple juice and pointed to her glass. Liz felt relief wash over her and she nodded just a bit that she understood and lifted her glass along side of Max’s and then sipped on the apple juice feeling like a disaster had been averted.

“And now if you will all join in watching as my son and his new bride cut the cake.” King Williams said a large beautifully decorated cake was wheeled out in front of where they stood. Liz stared at it in disbelief, the detail in the flowers and ribbons where so exact that you would not have known that it was not real. She watched as Max picked up a gold knife with a beautiful satin white ribbon tied around it and waited for her to place her own hand over his. They cut out two small pieces of cake and placed them on a china plate.

Liz smiled at him mischievously taking the cake in her hand and waited while he picked up his piece. Max stared into her eyes and watched as she slowly raised her hand to feed him his piece then without warning she smashed the cake into his face and began laughing as the crowd began to cheer and laugh. Immediately he followed her lead and smashed his piece into her face getting whip cream and icing all over her cheek and mouth. Max reached for a napkin and began to clean off his face then handed her one to do the same, “I was right, Lizzie really does suit you better.”

“Well Grandpa always said that I was a bit mischievous, I guess he was right. I just couldn’t help myself, the moment was just too serious and I needed to lighten it up a bit. I hope you don’t mind.” She asked not sure if he was annoyed or not.

Max smiled at her and laughed, “No I don’t mind, this is your wedding too and I wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

Liz didn’t say anything more she liked the fact that she could be herself with him even in front of a room full of people. The rest of the evening seemed to fly by as they mingled with their guests. Liz was introduced to so many people that she thought her head was going to pop with all the new names and faces. But then one face appeared that she was most happy to see, “Mr. Thompson, I am so glad that you came. I would not have gone through with this if you were not able to be here.”

“Oh my dear, I would not have missed this for all the tea in China. You look marvelous and I am so proud of you.” He told her as he kissed her cheek.

“Thank you.” Liz told him.

“Now just because you’re married don’t let us become strangers will you. When you come to Rosewood to visit with you mother and father, promise to stop in and visit with me as well.” He asked her.

“Of course I will, and you must promise to come with my parents and visit with me here. I will miss our discussion on great literature if you don’t.” Liz told him.

“Oh you are too kind to pay such attention to an old man like myself, but I must admit it makes a lonely old mans heart feel very good.” He told her.

Liz smiled and whispered into his ear, “You are so wonderful truly, you have helped be to become the person I am and you will always hold a place in my heart.”

Charles Thompson eyes began to mist up, “Oh dear, now you have made an old man cry…thank you Liz.” He said then took out a handkerchief and dried his eyes, “Now you go and visit with your other guest and let me dry my eyes.”

Liz kissed him on the cheek and then left him so he could recompose himself. Max had watched the exchange from across the room; he had known Charles Thompson for a long time as a friend of his fathers. He was amazed at how open and caring towards others Liz seemed to be even in a room full of strangers she was so at ease. He knew that Charles thought very highly of Liz and her family he decided it was time to thank him properly for helping to introduce him to Liz. Max walked over and patted him on the back, “Charles, I am so glad you were able to come. It means a great deal to both Liz and me.”

“Oh Maxwell I would not have missed it, watching the two of you grow up has been a great joy in my life and well I am just so glad that I have had the opportunity to be a part of it.” He told him as he finished drying his eyes and placing the hankie carefully back in his coat pocket.

“I also wanted to thank you for helping father and I with finding Liz. This has been a difficult time for me but I do believe that Liz is a special girl and I am very much looking forward to getting to know her more.” Max admitted to him.

“She is very special and has a way of getting into your heart and making a home there, all you have to do is let her in…if you can do that dear boy, then you both will be very happy I guarantee you that.” He told him.

“I think that you’re probably right about that.” Max said. I only hope that I can do that, for both our sakes, he thought to himself.

Max noticed that Liz was beginning to look very tired and he was about to drop himself so he decided it was time to leave and allow their parents to say goodbye to their guest. He walked over and slid his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, “May I rescue you Lizzie? I thought you might have had enough of guest and might be ready to go?”

Liz smiled sweetly and nodded, “Oh please, I would really love to get out of these shoes and my face hurts from smiling so much.” She told him.

Max laughed a little lovely how direct she was. He took her hand in his and pulled her along behind him to the front of the ballroom and waited as the orchestra ended their song. “I just wanted to wish you all a good night and thank you for attending our wedding. On behalf of myself and my lovely bride we just were so thrilled to have you here to share this time with us. Thank you.” He said then escorted Liz out of the ballroom and towards there private quarters as the guest applauded.

Liz didn’t say anything as he escorted her to their private sitting room. She was suddenly feeling very nervous not completely sure of what to expect. Max watched as she slipped out of her shoes, “Better?” he asked as he stepped in closer to her.

Liz laughed, “Yes actually.”

Max glanced down at his watch, “Well it is getting late and I have to leave early in the morning so I will say good night.” He said softly.

“Will I see you…I mean will I get to see you before your flight to Geneva?” Liz asked not really wanting him to leave just yet.

“I am afraid not, the flight is very early, I will call you though.” Max said as he stared into her eyes.

“Alright…I hope you have a safe flight and all goes well.” Liz said feeling very awkward, secretly she was hoping he would kiss her but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable either.

Max started to leave but then stopped and turned around; he leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Good night Lizzie.”

Liz smiled feeling a little disappointed, “Good night Max.” she whispered softly then watched as he walked out the door.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down, several minutes later Maria showed up and helped her out of her dress. She was very tired and decided to head straight off to bed. She walked into the room and climbed into bed but after several minutes of tossing and turning she discovered she couldn’t really sleep. She wasn’t really sure what was bothering her…she hadn’t expected that they would be intimate right away and she knew that she wasn’t ready for them to be but she was very disappointed that he had seemed so formal with her and that he was leaving in the morning. Truthfully he had almost seemed relieved to be going and that hurt. The sound of the phone ringing interrupted her thoughts, “Hello”

“Lizzie…I wanted to tell you something all evening but I was just feeling a bit awkward about it…anyway I wanted you to know that I had thought about asking you along with me to Geneva, but after speaking with my father I decided against it. I will be very busy with meetings and you would have found yourself on your own most of the time and well when it came to sharing a room, I did not want you to feel like I was trying to pressure you into any kind of a intimate relationship right away and having separate rooms would defiantly have gotten into the press by someone and I did not want either of us to be hounded about why we are not sharing a room just yet.” Max said still feeling very nervous.

Liz was so glad he called her, “I understand and thank you Max for calling me and talking to me about this, I know it must have been hard for you. I agree that we both need time to get to know one another before … well before we…” Liz wasn’t really sure what to say so she just stopped talking.

“Before we are ready to share the same room.” Max said choosing his words carefully.

“Yes.” Liz said her voice barely above a whisper.

“You really are wonderful...” Max said softly. “Night Lizzie.”

“Night” was all she said as she hung up the phone. Liz smiled and lay back down he had said that they weren’t sharing a room yet, that meant that he was thinking about sharing a room with her at least and that he was interested in doing so at some point.

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James

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Just wanted to let everyone know my next part is up. Thanks for the feedback, I love all the comments its great to hear from you guys;-)
As I have siad before this is a story all about Max and Liz but nothing to do the show. I don't own Roswell.
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I am posting this on August 8, 2005 at 10:56 am

Chapter 11

The Lost Princess…

Max was up before the sun the next morning; he still felt tired but he forced him self to get up and get busy. He had several letters that he needed to get out in the mail before he left with his father. Rupert had packed his things for him; he did decide to read Ava’s journal his need to know out weighed his guilt or his rose colored memories. It was clear that Ava’s desire to be in control was apparent to everyone else but him; he was realizing that he had been played for a fool; the question was how big a fool had he been. Max was just about to go downstairs to his office when he realized he had left several important files in his desk in his private quarters. He went to his bedroom and stopped at the door, he didn’t want to disturb Liz so he opened the door gently and slipped inside…he walked over to his desk and opened the drawer, then he noticed that the balcony door was wide open, and a soft breeze was gently blowing the curtains. He thought about closing it but then realized that Liz would know that he had been there and he did not want to make her feel uncomfortable. It felt chilly in the room though so he decided to make sure Liz was appropriately covered up after all he didn’t want her to get a cold. He walked over to the bed and stopped when he saw Liz’s small figure lying on his side of the bed snuggled up next to a pillow. She looked so beautiful to him lying there like that, a part of him wished that he could crawl into bed next to her, snuggle up close and go back to sleep. Judging from the way she was holding the pillow Max thought she might be a cuddlier just like him. Ava hated having him near her at night, most nights she actually slept in her quarters…even after they made love she would make an excuse about preferring to sleep alone. Max let out a small sigh, so many things he just assumed were normal in their relationship should have been warning signals to him. If only he had not been so naive. Max glanced down at his watch and realized he was running late. He looked back down at Liz’s beautiful face, the way the moonlight caressed her soft skin…he shook his head, he didn’t have time for this he needed to catch a plan.


Liz woke up suddenly, she had the strangest feeling that someone had been in the room with her watching her sleep. She looked over at the clock; it was just past 4:30 in the morning. All the talk about ghost from Alex probably caused a bad dream she decided. She lay back down and tried to get back to sleep but her stomach was growling; she had not eaten much of anything during the reception and now she was feeling very hungry. She decided to go to the kitchen and get something to eat. She slipped a sweat shirt over the top of her PJ‘s, and made her way down the back stairs and stopped…she looked both ways, to the left and then to the right but she couldn’t remember which way to go to get to the kitchen. She decided to try left and began walking down a long hallway, there were several hallways off to each side of her and she decided to try the third one on the right, it seemed she remembered Rupert saying the main kitchen was just off the east wing towards the back of the palace. She did remember that her room was on the third floor and she looked back thinking she had only walked down one flight of stairs so she decided to take the large set of stairs at the end of the corridor she was now in. Once at the bottom she decided to go to the left and walked past several more large doorways. It was hard to see since the hallways were dimly lit by small sconces on the wall and nothing else. After trying to back track to her room Liz soon realized that she was completely lost and in need of some assistance. She knocked on one of the large doors when no one answered she walked in, and turned on the lights. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust but then she realized that she was in the older part of the palace. The room was filled with beautiful antiques, and the paintings on the wall where portraits of all the past Kings and Queens… Liz could see some of the family resembles between Max and his relatives, as she looked over each one. Realizing that she was defiantly lost she sat down and thought about what she was going to do next. With her stomach growling so loud that she could actually hear it she decided to call for help even though she was feeling very embarrassed. She decided it would be better to call and wake up Michael now then for Maria to come to her room later and find her missing, then end up with everyone searching for her. Reluctantly she picked up the white phone, and dialed Michael’s cell phone number.

“Hello.” Michael answered in a groggy voice.

“Michael it’s me…I need your help, I’m lost some where in the palace.” Liz whispered into the phone.

Michael sat up and shook his head, “Liz is that you…I can barely hear what your saying. Is everything alright?” He asked as he picked up his watched and realized how early it was.

“I said that I am lost some where in the palace and I need your help.” Liz whispered again.

“Liz you need to stop whispering I can’t understand what you’re saying.” Michael told her as he got out of bed and slipped his pants on.

“I said I am lost some where in the palace and I need you to come find me.” Liz repeated her words again but this time she didn’t whisper.

“You’re lost, what do you mean?” He asked as he pulled on his sweatshirt.

“I mean that I don’t know where I am here in the palace.” Liz told him.

“How on earth did you manage to get yourself lost?” Michael asked trying not to laugh.

“Well I woke up and I was hungry so I thought I would go get something to eat but I couldn’t remember which way to turn to get to the kitchen and I ended up lost.” She told him.

“Alright, I’ll find you just turn your phone on and I will use the GPS tracking system to figure out where you are.” He told her.

“I don’t have my cell phone with me Michael, I am calling from one of the palace phones, it’s a good thing I memorized your number though ugh?” Liz said feeling proud of her self.

“Well it would have been better if you would have remembered to take your cell phone with you then I might actually have been able to find you, now I am going to have to wake up Rupert.” Michael told her sarcastically.

“Rupert…no you can’t he will tell Max. Michael you have to find me on your own just do the GPS thingy with this phone.” Liz pleaded.

“I can’t, it only works with your cell phone that is why I told you to always keep it with you.” Michael told her a bit annoyed.

“Oh my gosh Michael who takes their cell phone with them to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a snack, give me a break. It’s not like I knew I was going to end up lost you know.” Liz snapped back at him.

“Alright, just forget about the cell phone and tell me where you are I will get Rupert and we will come get you.” Michael told her.

“I don’t know where I am if I knew where I was I wouldn’t have called you.” Liz told him feeling frustrated.

“Look around you; what does the room look like that you’re in, Rupert knows every inch of this place he will be able to help find you.” Michael told her.

“Alright fine, wake him up and tell him I am in a very large room with stone flooring, a long burgundy carpet that runs down the middle and there are dozens of family portraits on the wall. It looks like a museum room of sorts.” Liz said softly.

“Ok, I will call Rupert and we will come rescue you, just stay by the phone in case I need to call you back.” Michael told her.

Twenty minutes later both Rupert and Michael showed up in the door way. Neither of them looked very happy, and Liz felt terrible. “I am so sorry; please forgive me for waking you. I thought I remembered that way to the kitchen, but I must have made a wrong turn somewhere.” She tried to explain.

“It’s quite alright Miss, these things happen. I should have given you a map of the palace when you arrived, it would have proved most useful to you and I regret not seeing to it sooner.” Rupert said taking the blame on himself.

Liz smiled, “It’s not your fault Rupert but thank you for being such a gentleman and trying to make me feel better. I am sorry that I disturbed both of you.”

“Don’t worry about it Miss, I am usually up very early anyway. If you will follow me I will escort you to the kitchen.” Rupert told her as he waited for them to leave then closed the doors, and led the way back to the kitchen.

Michael leaned over and whispered into her ear, “You know I am going to have to tell Alex all about this don’t you.”

She looked at him and shook her head, “I figured as much and he’ll torment me for hours about it too.”

“Well it is pretty funny…help I’m lost in the palace and can’t find my way out.” Michael teased.

Liz didn’t say anything instead she punched him in the arm, “Yeah well it was dark and there are a lot of rooms in this place.”

“There are 284 rooms to be exact.” Rupert told them.

“See any one could get lost with that many rooms to wander though.” Liz said defensively. “Rupert what part of the palace is this anyway; it doesn’t look as modern as the other rooms of the palace.”

“This is the north wing Miss, it is very rarely used and much of it has been closed off as the family now lives in the renovated areas of both the east and west wings. Your quarters are in the west wing Miss and the kitchen is down two flights of stairs and towards the back of the palace.” Rupert explained.

“It’s a shame no one uses these rooms, I saw several that I liked very much and everything is so beautiful.” Liz commented.

“The Queen does like to come here from time to time; she enjoys the quite and likes to paint in the old conservatory. She also enjoys the gardens in this wing…they are particular beautiful in the summer time.” Rupert explained.

“I look forward to see it all…Rupert would you take me on a tour of the palace grounds later, when you have time that is?” Liz asked politely.

“Of course Miss. I will check the schedule and arrange to show you and your family around later this afternoon if you would like.” Rupert told her.

“I would like that very much. Thank you Rupert.” Liz said. She decided that trying to learn her way around would take time and she wanted to enjoy the beautiful things around her instead.

Max’s flight landed smoothly and he had plenty of time to finish up some last minute work he wanted to on the plane. It was already late in the afternoon when they checked into their hotel suite. He told his father that he wasn’t really up for any company or dealing with the press; he knew the details of his marriage to Liz were released to the press this morning and there would be a barrage of questions. He took off his coat and tie and decided to try and relax a little. He hadn’t spoken with Rupert since the night before, he wanted to check on Liz and make sure things were fine at home. After speaking with him for several minute he laid down on the bed thinking about Liz. Rupert had told him about her mishap and getting lost in the early hours of the morning. He wondered if he had accidentally woken her after he left the room. He would need to apologies to her but decided to wait and call her later; Rupert said that she was preparing to have dinner with her family, the Queen and Isabel.

Liz waited for Maria to show her the way down to the main dinner room, “Thanks for getting me here. I still can’t believe I got lost.”

”Well at least after today’s tour your getting to know your surroundings just a bit better, give yourself time and I had this printed up for you too.” Maria slipped a small napkin size map of the palace into Liz hand.

Liz smiled, “Thanks Maria, you are the best. Have fun tonight with Michael.”

“I will we are going for dinner and a movie. I’ll tell you all about it later.” She promised then headed back upstairs to her room.

Liz turned and opened the large door that lead into the dinning room. She smiled as she took her seat next to her brother Alex. “So glad to see you made it, we had thought about sending out a search party.” He teased.

“Ha Ha…I can think of a time or two that you have done some silly things shall we talk about that tonight?” Liz asked him.

Alex shook his head and laughed, “No, I won’t say another word about you getting lost I promise.” He told her.

“OH come on I want to hear all about Alex’s most embarrassing moments…” Isabel said.

“No really Liz has way more dirt on me then I have on her so lets just change the subject.” He said smiling.

“So Alex will you be flying back tomorrow with your parents?” The Queen asked.

“Yes and then driving back to school, I still have two more finals to take and then I am finished.” Alex explained

“What are you studying?” Isabel asked.

“Computer and internet security, I will be interning with one of the top financial security companies here in Kensington next fall.” Alex explained.

“Oh then you’ll get to spend more time with Liz.” Isabel asked. Alex nodded yes. Liz sat back in her chair listening and watching as her parents and Max’s mother chatted and exchanged stories about them. She also noticed how much attention Isabel was paying to Alex too, maybe she would have to work some of her match making magic on the two of them she thought to her self. Dinner was wonderful and she had really enjoyed spending time with her mother and June in the kitchen preparing it. She learned where everything stored and was given full permission to come in and cook anytime. Liz really liked both Rupert and June very much. Rupert was still rather formal with her but she could tell that it wouldn’t be long before he warmed up to her too.

After a wonderful evening Liz was feeling very tired she said good night to everyone and made her way up to her room using the map Maria had given her as a guide. She was hoping that Max might call as he said he would and she wanted to have a little privacy when she spoke to him. She didn’t have to wait long before the phone rang, “Hello”

“Hello Lizzie, I hope I am not interrupting anything?” Max asked.

“No actually I just finished dinner with the family.” Liz explained. “I’m glad you arrived safely.”

“Thank you, the flight was rather long but it afforded me time to get some work done.” Max told her. “I heard that you had a interesting morning as well.” He said in a teasing voice.

Liz could feel her cheeks turning red, “You must have spoken with Rupert.” She said softly.

“Yes, he told me how you got lost. I am sorry I wasn’t there to help you find your way around.” Max said sincerely.

“Oh it’s alright, Michael was here and he was wonderful, I called him and he didn’t mind coming to rescue me.” Liz told him.
“Oh of course, well I am glad he was there then.” Max said feeling a twinge of jealousy, he wanted to be the one coming to rescue her but he felt too embarrassed to tell her just yet.“When I was younger I use to slip away all the time and explore the older areas of the castle it was a lot of fun.” Max told her.

“Rupert was kind enough to take me and my family on a tour of the entire palace as well as the gardens and pool areas. It is so beautiful here; I especially love the pool area, with the beautiful palm trees and flower bushes all around it.” Liz told him.

“Do you enjoy swimming?” Max asked.

“Yes very much. What about you, do you like to swim?” Liz asked.

“I use to, I have not gone in a number of years, Ava didn’t enjoy swimming very much or being out in the sun she use to worry about getting freckles.” Max explained.

“Oh.” Liz said feeling a bit strange, it was hard to talk with him about Ava, she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make him upset.

“Did you get to meet with the rest of the staff yet?” Max asked changing the subject.

“Yes I did. Everyone seemed so nice, I hope I won’t be too much of a bother to them though as I get used to things around here, I tried to make my bed this morning when Bridgett came in and stopped me, she was all flustered and didn’t want me to lift a finger to help.” Liz told him.

“Yes, Bridgett is a wonderful woman she has been on the palace staff for many years and she takes her work very seriously, if she gets grumpy with you just try to ignore it as she is getting on in years.” Max told her.

“Oh she was very sweet to me, I just need to get used to having people doing things for me, its actually harder then I thought it would be.” Liz admitted.

“Please don’t feel strange about it that is why the staff is there and I want to make sure that you are taken care of, once Rupert has your schedule settled you will be very busy and I don’t want you to get exhausted.” Max told her.

“Thank you Max.” Liz said softly.

“For what?” he asked.

“For looking out for me…it’s very sweet.” She said softly.

“Lizzie I am very much looking forward to spending more time together once I get back…I still feel badly for leaving you so soon.” Max told her.
“Please don’t I really do understand and I am looking forward to getting to know you better too.” Liz told him.

“I need to go; I will call you tomorrow, goodnight.” He told her.

“Good Night Max.” Liz hung up the phone and snuggled up to her pillow and whispered softly “I think I am in real danger of loosing my heart to you forever, Prince Maxwell Evens.” She closed her eyes, and was asleep in no time.

Max hung up the phone, he really wished he were there with her now, he wanted to spend time with her, he let out a small sigh, he would just have to be patient. He looked over at his briefcase and thought about Ava. Perhaps his father and mother were right; it was time that he really got to know his first wife better as well. He pulled out Ava’s old journal, he opened it several pages ahead of the last entry he had read. The new entry was dated December 31, 2002

“Tonight Max and I will be attending the New Years Eve party that Palmer Kensit is having. The King and Queen will not be there so I will have a little more freedom to speak with Palmer concerning Maxwell and the plan that my mother will be proposing to the King next year. If this plan works as mother hopes we will make billions of dollars off of this deal. My only concern is that Max seems to be more difficult to control then I thought he would. He won’t go against his father’s wishes and it infuriates me. I have had to go behind the King and Queens back and have Rupert include Max in meetings on a dozen different occasions. I must be careful not to let Max know what I am up too though, I think I will wear that red dress tonight and invite him into my room after the party. It has been weeks since I let him make love to me, but I want him in a good mood so I will have to make some sacrifices.”

Max felt angry, she made their love making seem as if it were a chore. He skimmed through several more pages of entries and soon realized that he defiantly had been played as the fool by his late wife. There were no real words of love expressed for him, in many ways he was just a tool to use to help carry on her plans. The Next entry that caught his attention was on January 26th 20003.

“Mother called, she cautioned me again about my relationship with Dillon. I told her not to worry that I know what I am doing. I am always careful about my time with him, but Max wouldn’t ever suspect anything anyway since he is my personal companion. Dillon has been getting a bit demanding about our time together though; he is such a wonderful lover…so much more experienced then Max. I would hate to loose him but he is expendable, I would never be so stupid as to allow an affair to get in the way of what I want. I have another meeting with Palmer Kensit on the 10th of February. He was very interested in my proposal concerning the land deal along the coast of Adoriah and Darthford. I haven’t spoken to Max about it yet, mother suggested we wait and allow Mr. Smith to meet with King William first. I don’t want to play out all my cards at once; I find it always best to have a back up plan.”


Max closed the journal he felt sick inside. She had been cheating on him their entire marriage. He closed his eyes as tears threatened to fall. How could he have been so blind as not to see it? He thought about the time that she spent with Dillon; he had trusted her and never questioned it. He knew this was going to be hard to do but nothing could have prepared him for the ugly truths he was about to learn. Max read several more journal entries only to find more of the same. She had written about his father’s first meeting with Mr. Smith and how disastrous it had gone. There were several nasty things written about his mother and Isabel, Max surmised that Ava must have seen his sister as some kind of possible threat to her desire to rule. Max shook his head that was truly what she wanted, was to rule both Darthford and Adoriah on her own. He realized now that she never really did love him, judging by what he had read the only real thing she truly did love was money and perhaps power. He had been completely fooled by her. Max turned the journal to the last pages before Ava’s accident.
November 12th 2003

“Mother called I told her not to worry about Max fathers refusal of our proposal. I have another plan in the works that will insure that we get what we want. Max was useless to me when it came to going against his father, but I have made a friend in Mr. Kensit and with his help I will accomplish what I have set out to do. I do need to calm mother’s nerves; we need to be patient in this, it will take some time but the pay off in the end will be huge. As far as Max is concerned I know that once his father dies I will be better able to control him. I think I read somewhere that Max’s grandfather suffered from a weak heart, one can only hope that his father shares in that same fate. Max has been nagging me about children again I am so not wanting to have to deal with a brat right now I wish he would just stop. He actually suggested that we go to a doctor to find out why we haven’t conceived, of course he has no idea that I have been on the pill the entire time we have been married.

Max wiped the tears from his eyes and skipped ahead a few more pages.
December 2, 2003

“I know that I have written in great detail about not wanting a child but I now see that this is the answer to some of my biggest troubles. If I get pregnant now, I will be able to use the baby to keep Max under control, lately that has been rather hard. He has been asserting himself a lot and thinking he is in control, I wonder who told him he had a brain…I think this pregnancy thing will work to my advantage really.”

He skipped ahead to the 10th of December.

“Mother is so clever I have to hand it to her, she came up with the most brilliant idea. I don't have to actually become pregnant right now. I just told him that I was. I have been pressuring him to speak with his father about taking on more of a role and to be allowed to make decision, this worked out perfectly because now I can use this whole securing the future for our baby to work to my advantage. Max was so happy about the “baby” that he actually wants to throw a party after the holidays to announce it; we have agreed to keep it a secret until then. I almost feel bad for him, he will suffer so much pain when I tell him that I miscarried…maybe I will go off the pill and actually get pregnant after all it would help improve his mother’s attitude towards me, I’ll have to think about it more… I really hate his mother; I know the old bat is suspicious of me. I really wish she would have an accident…Isabel too for that matter, I hate that her and Max are so close.”

December 20th 2003

“This is perfect, Max is behaving so well. He has been so considerate of me and my needs. He even went out and bought me that gorgeous knew diamond and sapphire necklace that I wanted. He gave it to me as an early Christmas gift. Seeing how great this has worked out I did decide to go off the pill several days ago, of course this means my weekly interludes with Dillon have to come to and end for awhile, I can’t get pregnant with his baby. No with how much Max’s mother pays attention to things the brat will have to be Max’s. I have planned this all out perfectly, I will have a small accident very soon and let Max believe that I had a miscarriage, then I will cry and grieve for our lost child and when he and I are pregnant for real he will do what ever I ask of him not wanting to loose another child….sometimes I am so clever that it scares me. I do feel a little guilty for poor Maxwell but I am sure it will pass. On a different note Mr. Kensit insist that he needs to see that I have control over Max before he agrees to my plan so I need to start working on Max now. He doesn’t like Palmer Kensit at all so this will be hard.

December 30, 2003

I hate this inferno weather in this stupid country…as soon as I can arrange it I am going to tell Max that we should make our home in Darthford. All this stupid snow, it makes me so cold. Tomorrow night is Mr. Kensit annual New Years Eve party and I have to get Max to go with me. My entire plan depends on this. Palmer’s Kensit finally agreed to help; he has promoted a man to the labor union’s party board, his name is Thomas Welch. This helps us immensely because now Welch will be able to disrupt the talks for new contracts that are coming up next year. Mr. Kensit will use his position to stall the contract talks long enough to force a strike, that will be enough to destroy several of the business in Adoriah’s coastal areas. Once those businesses go under, King William will have no choice but to go along with our plan to take over and renovate the entire area. It will be for the good of the people after all. I can’t wait for those homes to come down…and my first hotel goes up.”

Max wiped his eyes so he could focus, he felt physically sick but he forced himself to read Ava’s last entry before her death.

December 31, 2003

I hate hate hate this weather, Max is refusing to go with me to the party. He’s worried about the slick, icy streets and wants to stay at home. I tried everything to get him to change his mind but he wouldn’t relent. I need to think of a reason to assure Palmer that Max is under my control…I think its time to speak with mother about arranging a small accident. Max and I already had a terrible fight and I told him that if I were in an accident tonight and anything happened to our baby that he would be to blame because he wasn’t with me as he should be. The expression on his face was priceless; he got so angry and stormed off to his office. I almost wish I could pull something together for tonight but it’s to short of notice I think. I will speak with mother though tomorrow and set something up, until then I will refuse to speak with Max, a few days of getting the cold shoulder will work perfectly. I just need to speak with Palmer tonight and convince him… I could always send Dillon away for awhile and give into Palmer advances… he so wants me…oh there’s Max knocking at my door time to twist the knife just a bit…”

Max closed the journal and threw it against the wall. Tears were streaming down his face; he felt so angry and betrayed all the guilt that had been weighing on his heart for the past year and half over the loss of his so called loving wife and non existent child was all a lie. He had felt so much regret and pain over not being in the car with Ava when the accident happened; he blamed himself and carried it with him daily not telling anyone feeling like it was his punishment for having been so stubborn. How could he have been so stupid and completely blind to all of Ava’s scheming, lying, and adultery? Palmer Kensit was in on this plan of hers the entire time, that’s why he has been so difficult with the labor contracts Max thought to him self. He must still be trying to go ahead with the plan along with Ava’s mother. He would deal with that soon enough though. He wanted to scream, he wanted to lash out but there was no one to lash out at, Ava’ was gone and some how he needed to put this all behind him. He needed a drink or maybe several drinks, he thought as he called down and had a bottle of bourbon sent up.

The next few days flew by quickly. Liz met with the press for the first time since their marriage was announced and it went pretty well, at least that is what everyone kept telling her. Rupert had scheduled the interviews and pre approved of all the questions to be asked a head of time so she wouldn’t be taken by surprise. By Tuesday morning she had already fallen into a routine of waking up early and heading to the kitchen she really enjoyed helping June prepare breakfast for them. By the end of the week even Rupert had stopped protesting about her cooking and joined them in having some of her freshly homemade blueberry flapjacks. Everything seemed to be going smoothly but Liz couldn’t fight off the nagging feeling though that something was wrong; by Friday morning Max still had not called as he said he would. By Friday afternoon Liz was feeling very agitated and in need of a walk, she went to her closet and pulled out her rain boots and rain coal and headed down the back stairs towards the kitchen. June almost busted out laughing when she saw her walk into the room, “Oh my goodness, whatever are you doing dressed like that?”

“I need to go for a walk; I have a few things I need to hash out in my head and walking always helps me to think better.” Liz explained.

“But its raining outside and its really coming down, are you sure you want to go out in that kind of weather?” June asked in a concerned voice.

“I will be fine, thanks for asking, if Michael asks just tell him I am walking but that I will not leave the palace grounds.” She told him and walked out the back entrance. The rain was pouring quite heavily but she didn’t mind. She headed down the path way towards the ponds near the back of the gardens, she liked it there it was so peaceful and quite. She thought about Max as she walked, he had been so wonderful to her; she was really beginning to like him. She wondered why he had not called though, things sounded fine when he called on Sunday evening. She was tempted several times to pick up the phone and call him but then she didn’t want to seem pushy or clingy. The thing about marrying a stranger was that you really didn’t know where you stood with the other person. Its was hard to just walk up to someone you barely knew and say hey it really bugs me that you didn’t call when you made a point of telling me that you would, Liz thought to herself. Liz finally made it to the pond and sat down on the bench, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the rain as it came down, it always relaxed her some how, it was as if her worries were being washed away with one rain drop at a time.

Max didn’t say to much as the plane took off. He still was feeling the effects of the drinking binge he had gone on Sunday night. He knew better then to drink, it wasn’t a way to deal with his problems and he knew that. He was glad that his father hadn’t said anything to him about it all week but he was suspecting that he would now that they were alone.

King William looked at his son and could tell that he was upset. He knew that Max had gotten intoxicated on their first night there but he didn’t know why. Max was not much of a drinking, he knew it must have been something to do with Ava’s journal but he didn’t want to make matters worse by asking too many questions. He knew his son well enough to know that some times it was just best to wait for him to talk so he decided not to bring it up instead he asked him about Liz, “So have you spoken with Liz since we left?”

Max wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Yes, the first night we arrived, I called her and spoke with her. She had gotten lost in the palace that morning and Rupert and Michael had to go and find her.” He explained.

“I remember the first time you got lost in the palace, your mother was so upset. We had everyone searching for you; she was so relieved when Rupert found you curled up inside your grandfather’s closet fast asleep.” King William remembered fondly.

Max smiled, “I remember that vaguely, how old I was then?” he asked.

“Oh I guess you must have been about 6 years old.” He told him. “That wasn’t the first time you had wandered off though.”

“It wasn’t?” Max asked thankful to have something else to occupy his thoughts.

“No, one summer we took you an Isabel took the beach house near Rosewood and you slipped away from your body guards. I remember your mother was near hysterical. She had everyone searching for you including the cost guard and the local police.” King William laughed at the memory.

Max shook his head, “I don’t remember that, where did they finally find me?”

“Oh you had made your way down the beach quite some distance, several miles I think it was. Anyway they found you playing on the beach with some little girl.” He told him.

“I think I remember some of that, she had really beautiful big brown eyes, I can’t remember what her name was but I think I kissed her.” Max said trying to remember the day.

“Oh really, now that is something that I didn’t know.” King William told him smiling.

Max thought about the little girl with big brown eyes, it was funny how they reminded him now of Liz eyes. Try as hard as he could though he couldn’t remember much of anything else about that day. Thinking about Liz he began to feel bad for not having called her as he said he would. The truth was that he was so sick on Monday that it took all his strength just to sit through the meetings he had to attend. Still he could have called her any of the others days but he had decided against it. He was still struggling with what he had learned concerning Ava’s journal, so he threw himself into his work and was not up for being very social. He realized that once he got back he would have to make a pointed effort not to leave Liz out of his life. He looked over at his father who was now reading through some files. The King glanced up to see Max staring at him, “What is it?”

Max shook his head, “I was just wondering about why you haven’t said anything to me about Sunday night?”

“Oh, you mean about your getting intoxicated?” His father asked.

“Yes.” Max answered feeling embarrassed.

“Well I wasn’t happy about it but you got up and where ready for business the next day so I felt perhaps the headache I was sure you were suffering from might have been enough of a reminder that drinking is not the answer.” His father told him.

“Thank you for not lecturing me, but if ever I do anything so stupid as that again please knock some sense into me and tell me to stop.” Max asked him.

“I tell you what if you ever get close to doing that again just talk to me instead I am always here for you, I hope you know that.” King William told his son.

“I know that father; it’s just that there are some things that I need to deal with on my own first, I need to work it out in my own heart and head, then I will speak with you and mother both, I promise.” Max told him.

“Alright Max just remember what your grandfather use to say, some battles are best fought with army, you don’t have to be the lone ranger in this one.” His father told him then let the matter drop.

It was Saturday morning and Ives had been sent to the airport to pick up the King and Prince Maxwell. Liz cleared her morning schedule hoping to see Max, he still had not called and she was feeling very unsettled. Finally Rupert phoned her to let her know that Max had arrived, so she headed down to his office. “Hello, are you busy?” Liz asked

Max was sitting at his desk thumbing through some papers, “Oh hello Liz, yes I am a bit busy at the moment…did you need something?” he asked barely looking up from what he was doing.

She could sense right away that he was upset about something but she wasn’t sure what, “Oh I am sorry…I didn’t really need anything, I just…well I hadn’t heard from you again and I just wanted to make sure everything was alright?” Liz said trying to hide her disappointment.

“I ended up being busier then I expected. Rupert said that your room was completed yesterday, do you like it?” he asked with out thinking.

Liz shook her head, “No.”

The tone in her voice caught his attention and he finally looked up at her, “I’m sorry did you say that you didn’t like your room?” Max said trying to understand.

“No what I meant was I haven’t seen my room yet. You asked me not to look in until you showed it to me and keeping my word is very important to me, I don’t know if I like the room or not because I haven’t seen the room yet.” Liz said simply.

Max looked into her eyes for the first time and could see that she was feeling hurt, “I am sorry, I had forgotten about that. Shall we go up and see it now?” He offered.

“No I don’t want to interrupt your work it can wait.” Liz said as she turned to leave.

Max got up from his desk and followed behind her. He slipped his hand in hers and turned her so he could look into her eyes, “Please let me show it to you now, I am sorry for being short tempered just then, I have a great deal of work to go through and Mr. Kensit is making things difficult with the Labor Union talks.”

Liz smiled and her manner soften, “Its alright really, I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of work that you must have to deal with daily, I can see the room when ever you have time.”

“Good because I have time now.” Max said and pulled her along behind him. Liz followed him as he led her up the stairs to her room; he stopped right before the bedroom door. “Ok close your eyes really tight…no peaking.” Max said as he opened both doors and guided her into the room, he stood right behind her and whispered softly into her ear, “Ok Lizzie open you eyes.”

Liz trembled just a bit having Max stand so close, feeling his warm breath against her skin, it was all just a bit unnerving. She opened her eyes and her mouth dropped open, “Oh Max…this is beautiful.” She said as she looked around her. The furniture matched his perfectly and the bedding was a dark rich green, with a delicate small white rose flower pattern on it. Folded across the end of the bed was her great grandmother antique quilt that she cherished so much. She had the same French doors that opened to her balcony; they had beautiful off white lace curtains that hung all the way down to the floor in front of them, and a large bay window, with a window seat right next to it. The whole room was painted in a soft sage green and the same pale white rose flower pattern bordered the ceiling.

Max smiled at her response, “I hoped you would like it. Your mother said that you enjoyed sitting at the window so I had them build this window seat for you.”

Liz walked over and looked out, “You had this put in just for me?”

“I wanted you to feel at home here…I hope you like it.” Max said. Liz turned around; she walked over and hugged Max, then kissed him softly on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around her a little surprised by her reaction and display off affection.

She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes, “Thank you so much Max, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, I really love it.”

Max was suddenly very aware of how close she was next to him, he stared into her eyes, her lips just inches away form his own, she looked so adorable and he wanted very much to kiss her. “Hey Liz…” Michael said as he walked into their sitting room. Max could feel Liz tense up just a bit and he let her go, he watched as she walked over to the doorway, “Hey Michael, what’s up?”

“Hey what are you doing in here, I thought this was strictly off limits until…” Michael said in a teaseling voice but stopped abruptly when Max appeared in the doorway. “Your Highness, I’m sorry I wasn’t aware that you were here.”

“Its fine Michael, I got back just a little while ago.” Max said feeling just a bit annoyed.

Liz walked over grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him along behind her, “I finally got to see my room, isn’t it perfect. Max had it done for me, I’m so excited…I just love it.” She said showing it off.

Michael smiled, “Actually it is very much you. I am sorry for interrupting but we have that appointment that we can’t miss this morning remember?” He told her keeping his voice just above a whisper.

Liz shook her head remembering her promise to go shopping with Michael for Maria’s birthday gift, her birthday was just a week away and he wanted to get her something special. “Oh yeah right, I am sorry I forgot.” Liz turned to Max and smiled, “I have to go, sorry I can’t see the rest right now, can we finish later?” she asked wishing that she could stay there with him.

Max shook his head, “Its no problem really, I have a great deal of work to do so I will catch up with you later.” He told her doing his best to hide his frustration.

Liz kissed Max on the cheek then headed towards the door with Michael following behind her. Max watched them go trying to fight off the jealousy that was already building up inside him.

See Ya James