A/N: Hey so I'm here with a new story! It's my Royal Wedding based one…I'm so happy! And, this is going to be Tristan/Cassidy; since I thought it would be cute…It won't be totally based off of the William/Kate romance, since I put my own little twist on things. So yeah. And please, don't review, or message me or anything, saying that I copied AmeliaRiellaLelaine, because she said I could do this story too. So, here we go with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the MDBC. Or the love story of Prince William and Princess Catherine {Or as I say, Princess Kate. But, apparently that's not what she is called now, according to my mom…}

Cassidy POV

I skate around the rink, so intensely focused on perfecting my speed that I don't realize that I'm the only one skating backwards. And that there are other skaters around me. And that I don't have eyes in the back of my head. Which I could use, that would be awesome in hockey. But since I don't have eyes in the back of my head, I crash into somebody. I go sprawling on the ice, along with the mystery person I ran into. I groan slightly, since that hurt, but it probably hurt the person I knocked to the ice more. I get up slightly, and I look over to the person I knocked down. I see them starting to sit up on the ice, and realize that I knocked down a guy, probably a little older than me.

"I'm terribly sorry about that. Are you okay?" I tell him. I feel bad, but my apology sounds a little fake, since I never talk like that.

"Oh, that was you? You were going quite fast there. And I'm okay. Probably nothing but bruises. Don't worry about it." He says to me, not sounding angry or displeased with me at all for a change. Usually, when something like that happens, and I'm the one who did it, they would be mad at me. Or curse me out. That happened once. Not fun.

"I still feel bad about it. Could I get you like a coffee or something?" I ask mystery man, since I do feel bad. I really hope I didn't hurt him or anything. And, it seems like the right thing to do. And he's kind of cute. Not that I notice that kind of thing.

"I guess so, but only if you really want to. I don't want it to be a problem for you." He says. Wow. Considerate much? I think to myself. "No, it's nothing." I tell him, and we skate off the ice, and waddle over to the benches to take our skates off. We go our separate ways into the locker rooms to put our skates into our lockers and I grab my fleece coat, wallet, and my bike lock key. I walk out of the locker room, and I see the mystery man a little ways down, not right outside the locker room like a perv or anything. But close enough that I can see him and he can see me. We walk into the little coffee bar outside the rink, and we get our coffee beverages. More like whipped cream. Lattes have too much whipped cream and too little coffee. We find a table towards the back and sit down. Well, more like he finds a table for us. He avoids the windows like the plague. It's not like he announced it to me or something, but you can tell he is. I hope he's not a rapist or something, and that's the reason he's avoiding the windows.

"So…do you play hockey?" I ask him. I know he skates, since he was skating when I knocked him down. And the rink is private; it's only for students at our skating school.

"No. I ice dance." He says. I try not to laugh at this. Ice dancing? Seriously? I must've let out a teeny tiny giggle or something, cause he looks up at me with a questioning look on his face.

"Do you play hockey?" He asks me.

"Yeah. I really like it." I say to him, since just saying 'yeah' would seem rude almost. I check my watch and realize that I have to go. My friends and I were planning on going out tonight. I don't know why I'm bothering to go, I really hate going out with them. I'd rather read a book. No, I wouldn't actually. I'd rather watch a Yankee game. Still no…but, point is, I hate going out with them.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. My friends are expecting me soon." I tell him, trying to sound apologetic.

"It's fine. Thanks for the coffee. Maybe we could do this again sometime?" He asks me, with a wondering look on his face.

"Uh, yeah sure. Sounds great." I tell him, not really paying attention to what he said. He smiles at me, and I can't help but smile back. And he looks real familiar. Like, incredibly familiar. I don't know where I could possibly know him from, but I recognize his face. I walk out of the coffee bar and to the bike racks to get my bike. I see him walk to the back lot of the rink, turn the corner and disappear. I put my helmet on, and bike back to the house I share with my friends. Halfway there, I realize he never told me his name, and I never told him mine. Guess that second coffee date won't be happening. Not that it would be a date or anything. I reach the house and drop my bike in the garage. I kick my shoes off, and brace myself for chaos, otherwise known as my best friends.

"Does anyone know where my other earring is?" I hear Becca scream.

"Ouch! Wrong end of the iron!" I hear Jess yell in pain.

"Where is Cassidy? She knows we have to go in an hour!" I hear Megan say, obviously annoyed.

"I'm right here Megs." I tell her, walking into the room. She looks me up and down, her nose wrinkling with distaste.

"What, did you just finish skating? Your hair is sweaty and disgusting. You need a shower." She tells me. I sigh, and roll my eyes slightly. I want to tell her that no, I wasn't skating, I only go to a private skating school cause I can build snowmen. I was so busy building snowmen that I got home a little late. She's just like my mom. I grab my toiletry bag, and walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower on, the warm water relaxing my tense muscles. I climb out, and change into a nicer pair of jeans, and a sweater. I brush my hair for once, and throw my dirty clothes in the hamper. Megan keeps me in the bathroom, drying my hair, and attempting to put makeup on me. Yeah, right. Finally, the torture fest is done, and we all walk out, and down the street for dinner.

"So Cassidy, why were you late?" Emma says to me, with a questioning look on her face.

"Oh, well I accidently knocked somebody down during free skate, and I bought them a coffee." I tell her, sheepishly. Well, everybody heard me, and now they're all asking questions.

"Was it a guy? Was he cute?" Becca asks me.

"Yeah, it was a guy. Uh, and I guess he was cute." I tell her. I guess he was. Again, not like I notice that kind of thing.

"Cass, did you know that the Prince goes to your school?" Megan says to me. My head snaps up at this. What did she just say? Oh no. No, no, no. I did not knock the Prince over. No, I did not buy the Prince a coffee. And then I realize. What Prince is she talking about?

"Which one?" I ask her, a little too quickly. She looks at me confused, like how could I not know this?

"Uh, the Queen's grandson. Prince Phillip and Princess Sarah's son. Tristan. Heir to the throne? Ring a bell?" She asks me questioningly.

"What does he look like?" I ask her, trying to gain my composure. I didn't knock the Prince over. There are over four hundred kids at the school. I probably knocked some random guy over.

"Well, he's real tall. He's got brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. I think he ice dances, or something like that?" She tells me. I take a sharp breath in. That describes the guy I knocked over. To a T. I don't really want my friends to know that I could have knocked the Prince over, and then bought him a coffee.

"Oh. Well, I didn't know that. At least it's not the guy I knocked over. That would have been real awkward. Not to mention even more embarrassing." I say, trying my best to sound relieved. "Also, Megan why do you know all that?" I ask her. Does she like, stalk him. Or have a crush on him, like every other girl in England. She looks up at us, slightly embarrassed.

"I like his younger brother. Simon. He's cute." She says, giggling slightly. I go through the rest of the night, not really paying attention to what I'm doing. I'm too preoccupied with the thought that I could have knocked the future King of England to the ice. And then bought him a coffee. And said he was cute. Unbelievable. We walk back to the house, and unlock the doors. I go to my room, and lay on my bed. Well, it's not exactly my room. Jess and Emma share with me. Suddenly, making me jump, my phone goes off. I look at the Caller ID, and don't recognize the number. I answer the call, and guess who's on the line.

"Hello, is this Cassidy Sloane? I think you knocked me over today, and then got me a coffee?" A voice on the other end asks. That's all I need now. My friends are five feet away, and I don't really want them to hear this. I grab my key, and walk out the back door and down a path into a garden, that Emma and Jess keep immaculate. I sit on a bench and finally answer him.

"Yeah it is. Can I ask who this is?" I answer him. I desperately need to know if I knocked down the Prince. I know I sound obsessive, but I must know.

"Well, are you alone? I don't exactly want this to get out…" He answers hesitantly.

"Yes, I am. Nobody can hear you except me." I tell him, a tiny bit exasperated. I'm getting impatient now.

"Well. I'm Tristan. Prince Tristan." He answers me hesitantly. And I froze. Great. Just what I wanted to hear.

A/N: Well, here is the first chapter! It's nearly eleven o'clock at night, so this Author's Note isn't going to be long. I want to update soon, but I don't know when. I'll work on my other stories, and then this one. It won't exactly follow the love story of William and Kate, but I don't care. I'm putting my own spin on it. Read, and give an honest opinion. I'm a big, girl, I can handle it!