Christmas Ball

Abigail was having the time of her life with Arthur and ignoring the hell out of Micah.

Ever since the Christmas Ball started, it seemed like everyone was paired off-Thorne with Victoria, Katherine with Sylvestre, Robert with Eleanor, even Percy and Weston once the announcement was made that Christmas morning. Abigail was laughing at whatever Arthur was saying to her, and it made Micah want to go over and punch the prince in the face.

He guessed that whatever he was saying wasn't even that funny, and that Abby was just putting on airs to try and ignore him, but it wasn't even working-he was still looking at her in that beautiful blue gown of hers, and her grandmother's blue tiara sparkling in the lights. Micah was at the long table that faced everyone that were dancing, drinking, partying. And here he was, miserable and wanting to leave, dragging Abigail somewhere to talk to her, maybe finally get that Christmas kiss before New Years.

"Quit pouting like a baby," Maryse said, taking a sip of her champagne. "It's Christmas, you should be happy."

"How can I be happy if she's laughing it up with Arthur?" he asked with a pout. His plans for getting her alone had failed, and he wished for five fucking seconds that she'd stop laughing at whatever the hell he was saying, and come over and take a breather, maybe let him say his goddamn peace before he loses his mind. "I want to go over there and punch him square in the goddamn mouth."

"Micah van der Hoff, watch your mouth!" Queen Christine snapped lowly, making him look over and nod.

Maryse sighed at her brother. "Then go over there and go get her. Duh."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Then you do it."

"I'm not doing it. She's your girl-go over there and win her back. You deserve a second chance, brother, and I'm not going to sit here and let you waste it."

She was right. Micah had to get up and win his girl back, no matter how many of her rules he'd broken. Even though he was very close to kissing her before the Trooping of the Colors, he'd had to talk to her now, before he'd burst and lose Abby forever.

Taking a sip of his champagne, he got up and went over to the chocolate fountain, where Arthur was grabbing a plate of strawberries to dunk into the chocolate, something Micah knew Abigail couldn't have.

"...and then I told my sister Aoife that the dog was near the pool, and she freaked out and ran after it!" Arthur said with a laugh, and Abby laughed along with him when Micah got close to them. "I've never seen my sister run that fast over her dog, but she saved the little thing, bless her."

"Well I'm glad that the dog's okay." Abby commented before turning to Micah, who cleared his throat. "Crown Prince Micah...how may I-"

"Excuse us," Micah grabbed her wrist and led her out of the ball, while the DJ had just started to play a Michael Jackson song. Abby glared at his backside as he pulled her into the Green Room, one of her favorite rooms in the castle. In the middle of the room was a portrait of the Grand Duchess Relia Pershing in the same tiara Abigail was wearing right now. "Finally, now we can speak-"

"Micah, the hell?" Abby snapped when the door closed behind them. "I was having a grand time with Arthur-"

"Oh really?" Micah hissed, finally snapping after many days of not touching, talking or looking at her. "You're having a grand time with some Irish prince when you should be having fun with me. He was about to feed you some really high sugary chocolate, and we don't want you going to the goddamn hospital tonight!"

"Actually, he wasn't, dumbass."

"What?"

"He knows about my diabetes and was going to do half chocolate, half plain because I told him that I can't have that much sugar, only when I'm shaking." Abigail answered calmly. "I don't know why you're so hellbent on making your night a living hell, when I'm clearly having a good time."

"Are you?"

She nodded.

He sighed before going over and kissing her, slamming his lips over her mouth. Abigail gasped at the kiss, opening her mouth so he could slip in, tasting her once again. She moaned in the kiss, then felt her back hit the door as she wrapped her arms around Micah's neck, sliding his fingers in his hair.

In Abby's mind, this is not how she wanted to get back with him-in fact, she wasn't even planning it. She wanted to make him jealous with Arthur, see how far she would get with him before she finally announced that she wanted Micah back. Then this happened, and her plans just crashed through. Her mind was screaming fuck as the kisses started to get faster, more passionate, and she had to pull away, gasping for breath.

"Well," was all Micah had said after taking a moment to breathe. That was some kiss...and he was trying to hold it in, but it felt like he was getting the same vibes from her. "That, uh, was some-"

"You ruined it."

Micah looked down at Abby's lowered head, watching her wipe her mouth. "Ex..cuse me?"

"You ruined all my plans," she said again, looking up at him. "I wanted to make you so jealous that during the New Years Ball, we do this. Not Christmas."

Jealous?

She wanted...to make him jealous?? With Arthur?

That actually made him laugh.

"You wanted to wait till New Years to-"

"Get back with you? Yes."

"Why?"

Abigail moved away from the wall to walk forward a bit before turning back around to face him. "Because I realized, after the whole Konrad bit, that I'm still in love with you. Arthur has a betrothed that he's going to marry soon, so I was gonna wait it out a bit before New Years, when I tell everyone that I want us back together."

"After everything that happened between us, after everything you learned about that day, you want to get back together? Just like that?" Micah asked, so very confused. "Who are you, and what have you done to Abigail?"

"I'm still the same Abigail," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just realized, after everything that happened, that I can't hate you forever, that's all. So do you want to get back together with me, or not?"

The question was hung in between them, and he didn't know what to say. It was like a gift had fallen into his lap, a gift he didn't even plan on, and now all he wanted to do was open it, and give her the answer he wanted to give her for months now, after their breakup. "Are you sure you want to be with me again, Abs?" he asked. "I don't want to send you back to the hospital after everything that happened between us."

"I know," she said slowly. "I know you don't want to. But I...I hated you since that day, when Konrad pretended to be you to be with her. I thought it really was you-I didn't even hear the accent that told me that it wasn't you. But the more I spent time with you again, and then learning what really happened...I realized that I couldn't hate you forever. That's why I came up with this stupid plan to get you back, but..."

"But?" Micah was now curious about what this 'but' was. He was honestly impressed that she came up with this plan to make him jealous, but after realizing that she was still in love with him...

"But..." Abigail drew out the word, taking a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she spoke again. "I realize that I can't. Making you jealous is hard-I hope you know that."

He released a laugh as he pulled her into a hug. "Well I'm a hard person to get jealous," he teased, kissing the side of her head. "So what now? What about Arthur?"

"He has his fiancée who actually came with him, so I'm still on the market...unless you want to change that..." she singsonged, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "I don't mind, really. I mean, you're the only one that actually cared for me."

"That's true...and I am your first..." he whispered, descending his head down for another kiss.

*~*~*~*~*

"So now what?" Weston asked when he and Percy were able to escape the party and to finally be alone. He was so nervous about the news that morning, that when it was announced, everyone in the kingdom was happy. Now he and Percy were going to happy forever, with or without his grandmother's approval. "We can marry whenever we want and live our lives." he pulled Percy close to him, holding both their hands. "And honestly, I can't think of a better way to show everyone that gay people can be happy."

A smile appeared on Percy's lips as he kissed his boyfriend. Just finally being able to say the word out loud made his heart beat faster. "I honestly want to shout it out loud that your my boyfriend-in fact..." he let go of Weston's hands and opened the window next to him. Weston blinked as he watched Percy take a deep breath and shout, "I'M IN LOVE WITH MY BOYFRIEND!" Which made him laugh very hard.

There were some gasps when he shouted that, and some people answered. "DUDE THAT'S AWESOME! I'M IN LOVE WITH MY BOYFRIEND TOO!" And that made Weston giggle-snort.

"So what shall we do now, Sampshire's first gay prince?" Weston asked, pulling him back into his arms. "Shall we dance? Give your grandmother a heart attack?"

Percy just laughed as he kissed his boyfriend again-finally, in public without hiding who he was anymore. He was gay and proud, goddamn it, and he was going to enjoy this night and every single night afterwards. "I think dancing and giving my grandmother a heart attack would be a perfect night," he said, taking his boyfriend by the hand and leading him to the ballroom dance floor.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Katherine stood outside of the ballroom, watching everyone dance. Soon it would be time to go to Leisure House, to hide until the baby is born. She was glad that her mother gave her time off of her Princess duties to do so, and that Abigail would take them over, along with Victoria until she has to be on bedrest till the baby comes. Placing a hand on her now flat belly, she smiled to herself as she turned around and started to leave, not even noticing that someone was following her.

A hand reached out and spun her around, and before she could make a noise, a hand was covered over hers, and Francesca Moretti was in front of her, a knife positioned near her belly. "Hello, Kitty-Kat," she said, a cold smile appearing on her face. "Haven't seen you in a long time."

The only thing she could do was widen her eyes. She wasn't even expecting Francesca tonight, and she was in a fight or flight mode. If anything happens to her or the baby...

"See, me and you are going to go on a long walk," Francesca went on. "And you're going to pay for what you did to me and Sylvestre. Some say you'll wind up missing, and they'll be no more Princess Katherine Pershing or the little brat she and my fiancée created." Katherine gasped at that, making Francesca place the blade of the knife on her belly. "Oh yes, I know about you and your little secret. I have a bunch of paparazzi and news outlets who would gobble this story up the moment I let it out-if you do exactly as I say."

"So that's why you've been fucking Konrad?" Sylvestre called out from the darkness. Francesca turned around to face him, her hand still on Katherine's mouth, her knife now pointing at him. "So you can get at Katherine for having my baby? And then what? Exposing her?"

"That was the plan."

"You know, that sounds like something my cousin did to her ex in Vegas. She completely used him for some social gain, but ended up pregnant after she sexually assaulted him because she thought a baby would make him come back to her. Instead they're co-parenting their little one until he can get him away from her-which is something I'm going to help with." every word Sylvestre spoke dripped with malice as he walked closer to her. "And I'm gonna start by getting rid of the Moretti family from my casino." he was finally close enough to easily snatch the knife from her hand, making her gasp.

Francesca growled, dropping her hand from Katherine's mouth. "Y-You can't do that!" she exclaimed. "You have debts that you need to pay. Something daddy would like to remind you of once we get back to our hotel, darling."

"Yeah, no," Sylvestre shook his head. "I'm not going back to your hotel room to talk to daddy dearest. In fact, he was the one who tipped me off about you doing this crazy stunt-and he said that my debts are cleared after I told him about you and Konrad." he watched as Francesca's face fell from the news, her whole body shaking. Katherine blinked at the news, too scared to speak or say anything. "And now that you're threatening my fiancée-"

"WHAT?!" Both girls exclaimed.

Sylvestre chuckled as he brushed pass Francesca and pulled out a ring...then dropped to one knee. Katherine took a step back as he took her hand and looked up at her. "Wha-what are you doing?" she asked.

"Katherine Amelia Pershing, will you marry me?" he asked. "I know if I marry you-"

"I knew it," Francesca hissed, her brain catching up with her mouth as she cut him off. "You want to marry her for a title. Who would've thought a simple boy from Canada is title hungry like the rest of us."

"Wrong," he said, shaking his head. "I'm marrying her because I love her. I would anything for her. And if Katherine would have me..."

The word no was on the tip of her tongue, but then, the more she stared at the ring, then at him, the more she realized that she wanted this. The husband, white picket fence, the kids. Him by her side. Slowly, she nodded, smiling as he slipped the ring on her finger. "Yes, you big lug, I'll marry you." she answered, kissing him while she snapped her fingers, calling the guards. "Take Francesca Moretti to the prison," she answered. "Make sure she doesn't get out, and inform Mr. Moretti."

"Yes, Your Majesty." one of the guards said, grabbing Francesca and pulling her away from the couple, who kissed once more and ran to tell Robert and Eleanor.

THE END.