Author's Note: I love all the fab reviews I've gotten, and also the constructive criticism. Ellen Jacee, you can most definitely steal Kendrick's name. I'll really try hard to make the chapters longer, but I'm also working on Mission: House Party for Twilight, and I have to update that on a daily basis as well, and also a story that I'm in the process of writing for fictionpress. As for the beginning, I've been thinking that it's not very eye-catching also. I'm thinking about taking the first chapter down, rewriting part of it, and posting it again. I'll have to think about it. Anyway, thanks, and keep reading and reviewing!
As I was primping in front of my cracked mirror, I was thinking not about Charming, but about Kendrick. How he was so much better looking and a lot nicer than Charming had ever been to me. Kendrick had an aura about him that made me feel like everything was going to be okay, even thought it wasn't. I mean, come on, the prince of your kingdom married you, and then kicked you out while he dated another Prince's wife. What kind of bull was that? And to top it all off, he's going to invite you back to the royal palace, only to kick you out again and smear your good reputation all over the media. Thinking about it made me angry all over again. I concentrated on taking the hot rollers out of my hair, and applying my makeup.
By the time I was done getting ready, I looked like a Princess should. My long blonde hair was curled to perfection, and my makeup was light and natural. I'd dressed to the nines, just like Kendrick. I came out into the living room, and Kendrick's eyes widened in surprise.
"You…you look great, Princess Cinderella." He said formally. I rolled my eyes.
"Prince Kendrick, please, call me Cindy. Everyone else does." I smiled at him, and he smiled in return.
"Then I insist that you also drop the formality, and call me Kendrick. I'm afraid there's no cute way to shorten my name, other than Ken, but who wants to be called after a children's doll?" He laughed gaily. I joined in. After we were done, he looked at me. "That laughter was so fake, it was painful. I'm sorry."
"All royals are taught to be fake; it's not your fault that you're boring." I nudged him in the ribs, and he looked at me disbelievingly.
"I've never heard a Princess talk like that in my life. It's strangely refreshing. Now, let's go for that walk, shall we?" He took my hand, and pulled me toward the door. It was then that something that he'd said earlier flashed through my mind.
"Kendrick, are you trying to start something with me? To get back at Charming? If you are, tell me now, because I don't like to be used." I said sternly. I really wanted to make sure that I was not going to get hurt again. Kendrick's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped.
"Cindy, why would I ever do anything like that? As much as I don't like Charming, I don't want to get back at him. I would despise myself if I were anything like him. I genuinely like you, and I want to get to know you better. I'm so sorry if it seemed like I was using you, but that is not what I'm doing." His voice dripped sincerity, and I truly believed him.
"Okay, then let's set off on that walk then." I grabbed his hand this time, and we walked out the door together. Just as I'd expected, there were hoards of paparazzi outside. I dropped his Kendrick's hand immediately; although I'm sure someone got a shot of us still holding hands. Kendrick pushed me behind him, and whipped out his cell phone. In about two seconds, a car was there, idling on the curb. Kendrick grabbed my hand, and towed me through the crowds. He stepped aside, and allowed me to get into the car first. Then he got in, and shut the door. The windows were tinted dark enough that no picture taken from the outside of the car would develop. I was breathing hard, and so was Kendrick. Somehow, through all that mayhem, I'd managed to keep a stately smile on my face.
"You were very good out there; I don't think I've ever seen paparazzi like that before, not even in my own kingdom! How do you do it?" Kendrick turned to me, obviously expecting an answer.
"It's a daily thing. I haven't gone out of the house in a week because of it. I've had to keep all my windows and blinds shut, because they'll try to take a picture that way. How do I do it? When I became Princess, they gave me classes on how to do everything; from how to eat a sandwich like a lady, to how to deal with the press. It just comes naturally I suppose."
"What are they going to do with those pictures? Put them on magazine covers?" He sounded incredulous.
"That's exactly what they're going to do. By tomorrow, all the top gossip magazines will have full page spreads of us together, with the accompanying know-it-all article of course. You should get yourself prepared for a scandal. I'm still married, and to be seen in public with a Prince from a different kingdom will read badly for both of us." I thought about it for a minute, and then groaned. "And it will read great for Charming. He'll be put out as the poor Prince who got cheated on by his sham of a wife." I buried my head in my hands, and sighed. Kendrick leaned over, and patted my back.
"It's going to be alright, I promise. I'm going to help you out with this." My head snapped up.
"What?" I looked at him, clueless. Prince Kendrick was going to help me?
"You heard what I said. Charming is, quite frankly, an asshole, and I want to help you get away from him. He doesn't deserve you." He smiled his heartbreaking smile again, and I smiled back.
"Thanks, I guess." I stared out the window, and realized that I didn't recognize the surroundings. "Where are we?"
"Uh…we're going to my house, I hope you don't mind. I have a restraining order against paparazzi. It's been standing for over three hundred years, and besides, I think your kingdom is a lot more active and interesting than mine. You don't mind, do you? I could have my driver turn around if you wish." He looked at me apprehensively. I shook my head.
"No, it's fine. I would love to visit your castle." I looked at him, and he smiled.
"Okay, good, because we're here." He gestured with a sweeping motion. I pressed the button, and the automatic window rolled down.
"It's gorgeous, Kendrick!" I gasped. It really was.