Chapter 2

Piérré Bázil's POV

When I arrived at the Myér household, I could already hear Cécilé and Nicholas fighting. I tied my horse to a tree and went inside. Cécilé froze, her hand was literally 2 inches away from Nicholas's face. She turned to me and bowed, Nicholas did the same.

"Je suis désolé pour la violence de votre majesté . s'il vous plaît pardonnez -moi et mon mari . Si vous êtes à la recherche pour Jackilynn elle juste allé à la ville . Elle devrait être de retour bientôt." (I'm sorry for the violence your majesty. Please forgive me and my husband. If you're looking for Jackilynn, she just went into town. she should be back soon.) said Cécilé.

"Merci. J'attendrai ici pour elle alors."

(Thank you. I shall wait for her here then.)

Then nodded then headed into the living room. I wonder if she got my note?

About ten minutes later I heard the door open and close. I saw her beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her hair was braided, and her white dress fell loosely at her knees.

I spoke the first words. "Bonjour Jackilynn. I've been waiting for your arrival. It's very nice to finally meet you." I bent down and kissed her hand. she looked shocked. as soon as I let go of her silky smooth hand she curtsied.

How can anyone so poor be so flawless?

"Votre Majesté , je suis désolé, je n'avais fait attendre . S'il vous plaît, pardonnez-moi ." (your majesty, i am sorry i had kept you waiting. please forgive me.) Her voice was so soft and elegant, like a flower. I loved that she followed my rules.

1. You may not speak in English in front of the prince unless told otherwise.

2. You may not lie to the prince.

And

3. You must show respect to the prince.

She stood back up and placed her basket on the table. She turned away from me, but I could still see her cherry red cheeks. I took this opportunity and wrapped my hands around her petite waist. I felt her jump slightly in surprise. Her face got even redder, and I could sense her embarrassment, and nervousness.

And even though I loved her amazing French accent, I bent down to her ear and whispered, "It's okay, you may speak to me in English."

"Merci. Why, may I ask, are you here to visit me?" She asked quietly.

I ignored her question, and asked one of my own. "Are you nervous?" She nodded her head. "don't be." I finished. she nodded again and I felt her relax a little.

But then, her parents called her and I let her slip out of my hold. She walked towards the living room, and the warmth of the body was gone. I sighed.

She'll learn to love me.