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The Unwanted Prince (Sequel to The Love Slave)

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, just dreaming for a while

Rating: Ok, so it's about Zan, can you guess ADULT!

Summary: you might want to read The Love Slave first, but I do try to give you a bit of a recap. Hope you like it.

Ok gang, so you said you wanted a sequel, well here it goes. IT picks up right where we left off and it should prove interesting. I always though Zan would make a fun character. Ok, on with the show.


The Unwanted Prince

Prologue

Zan stood at his brother, Maxwell’s, side as he and his long lost betrothed, Lady Elizabeth Parker, exchanged their vows the very day after they were “reunited”. Max was the Crown Prince and acting King of the planet Antar. Maxwell Phillip and Zander Xavier were identical twins and Zander had the unfortunate luck to be born second, although he didn’t really see it that way. Zander really didn’t want to be king. He enjoyed being a playboy much much more. His and his brother’s dashing good looks made the ladies swoon and the men jealous. Zan, as his close friends called him and his brother Max were the most eligible bachelors in the galaxy, up until about 8 months ago.

8 months ago, Max and Zan had turned 21 and were given the most extraordinary present imaginable, a Love Slave. They were rare and expensive to boot. Little did Max and Zan know that the woman who walked into their lives in the end of a golden chain was actually the long lost Lady Parker. Well, Max fell head over heels for Liz, the Love Slave within a very short time, and Liz with Max. Finally when a jealous harem woman had attempted to poison Liz did the truth of her identity come out. Max sat by her side day and night until she finally recovered, only to have her run away the next day.

Liz’s family had been one of the top ruling families on her home planet of Gordova and after her parents’ and little sister’s murder at the hands of the rebels, Liz had gone into hiding but was captured. Liz was forced to become a Love Slave at the cruel hands of Nicholas the Passion Master, and Liz resigned herself to her fate, but never accepted it. She knew that one day she would return to Gordova and reclaim her dignity and family pride. Max had almost single handedly ruined her chances at that, but Zan and their friends had helped Liz disappear before Max disgraced Liz and the very monarchy with his hot headed actions. He was planning on marrying Liz no matter what, and he didn’t give a rip about what the galaxy might think. He loved her, but was blind to what she really wanted.

But that had all been fixed. Liz disappeared to Gordova along with her hand maiden Crystal with the help of Isabel’s courtier Alex Whitman, son of the Prime Minister, the man who had given Liz to Zan and Max orginally. Liz returned to find her grandmother, who she had thought long dead and her family’s ancestral estates still in tack. She was given her full title back and had come back to Antar to surprise Max, and the rest of the galaxy at Michael and Maria’s wedding.

They maintained the story that the Love Slave had died from the poisoning and that she had been buried in a hurry in the dead of the night because they didn’t want to risk the poison to anyone else in the palace and because the princes was quite over come with grief. Ava was sentenced to death and with her, the legacy of the Love Slave slipped into legend, leaving Liz a way to return, name salvaged and reputation untarnished. No one but a select few knew Liz’s origins, and they had all sworn to strict secrecy.

Max took no time in announcing his intention to wed Liz, his long lost betrothed and the true keeper of his heart the minute she returned and the entire galaxy celebrated. Finally one of the princes had settled down.

Zan was another story. Zan knew that much less was expected of him than his brother and he no intentions of slowing down. He watched Max and Liz kiss to signal their union and he thought to himself that Max would make a good husband and a good family man, but not him. There were scores more women to love and leave, piling up his heap of broken hearts behind him.

No, Zander Xavier, second son of King Phillip and Queen Diane of the house of Evans, the royal house of Antar had no intentions of letting some woman slow him down like Liz had Maxwell and Maria had Michael. If the galaxy had been shocked before by his rakish ways they hadn’t seen anything yet.

TBC…

Yes? No? We’ll see how this one goes.

Part 1

3 years later

Oh God, oh yes, harder Zan harder!” yelled a curvaceous blonde from above Zan.

“Oh, I’m almost there, oh god it feels so good!” yelled a twin blonde from above Zan’s head. Zan just grunted in reply, felling both women very close to completion and him not far behind. The Sanderson twins had proved to be a very delightful romp. They were just as insatiable as him and with both of the debs now widows, he had no worries of jealous husbands. Not that that every really worried him before, it just made things easier.

“I’m coming, OH GOD! Don’t stop, DON’T STOP!” screamed Jenny.

“Oh, me too, ME TOO!” yelled Penny, slamming her hips down hard onto Zan, forcing him to come right behind her. The 3 lovers collapsed into a heap of flesh, panting and sweating after their afternoon exertions. Zan quickly untangled himself from the 2 women and reached for his pants. Jenny jumped up and reached for his hand.

“Don’t go Zanny Pooh. Penny and I don’t want you to leave just yet. The fun is just starting.” Jenny said batting her long lashes at Zan and pouting her full ruby lips. Zan reached out and pulled Jenny into a passionate kiss, making her swoon.

“I’d love to stay Sweets, but I have a meeting with the Big M. Can’t keep him waiting.” Zan said, reaching for his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“Tell your brother you’re busy. Or if he wants, he can come join us.” Penny purred.

“No, I don’t see that happening. You know how crazy Max is for Liz. Sorry ladies, but in Max’s eyes, you pale in comparison to her.” Zan shook his head. These women were such fun. He hadn’t had as lively of lovers in a long time, but they would soon out live their fun and Zan would be forced to move on. He’d miss the Sanderson sisters, but that too would pass.

Zan kissed Penny and moved in front of the mirror to quickly check his appearance. No doubt Max would know what he was up to no matter how he tried to hide it. Max’s disapproving stares where getting more and more frequent as of recently and with the birth of baby Cassandra, Max was worrying that Zan was going to be a bad influence on his precious child.

Zan loved his baby niece. She was so cute and so tiny. She looked just like Liz and had everyone in the family wrapped around her tiny finger, especially Unca Zan as Cassandra said it. Her grandparents, along with Auntie Isabel and Auntie Maria were never too far away from the child at one time. It was a wonder the little thing ever got any sleep with all the grown ups swarming around her.

Zan found his horse tethered at the entrance of the grand Sanderson house. He mounted Sinbad and began galloping off toward the palace, late for another of his brother’s all important meetings.

Meanwhile at the palace…

“Late again,” Max mumbled, “I can’t figure out why I keep my hopes up that he’ll actually be on time, considering it’s never happened. I should start telling him that meetings start 3 hours before they do, so then he might actually get here on time.” Max said, pacing the study, with Michael, Kyle and Liz watching him, unable to do anything else at the current moment.

“I’d still be late, and you know it.” Zan smarted off as he entered the study, “You’re lucky I don’t just blow you off all together.” Zan walked into the room with all the grace and poise of a jungle cat. He was the mirror image of the recently crowned King Maxwell, his 2 minute older twin brother.

“Don’t push me Zan. You know full well as my chief advisor you need to be at these meetings. I wouldn’t ask you to attend if I didn’t need you here. Now sit down so we can get down to business.” Max half scolded half pleaded.

They all sat around the center table in the study and started “the weekly staff meeting” as Zan referred to it. Max had grand plans for the planet and for the rest of the Zebulon Galaxy and he needed his most trusted friends and advisors to help him get through ruling this vast kingdom.

After the meeting, Max and Liz went upstairs to see their 2 year old daughter. There stood Isabel, holding Cassandra and Maria with her 25 month old son Carmen. Liz and Maria had been pregnant together and that had made for very interesting living conditions for a few months. Both women had been extremely hormonal and demanding. Max, Michael, Zan, Kyle and Alex had been run raged by the 2 pint sized women. Everyone breathed a sigh of deep relief when the 2 were finally born.

“Mommy! Daddy!” little Cassie yelled and tried to throw herself towards her mother’s outstretched arms.

“Cassie” Liz said, plucking the wiggling toddler from Isabel’s arms and hugging her close. “Were you good for Aunt Isabel and Aunt Maria?” Liz asked. Cassie had short dark hair with baby curls and Liz’s deep chocolate eyes. Max worried everyday about how much trouble this little heartbreaker was going to be when she got older, not that she was going to be allowed to even talk to boys.

“Yes Mommy. Auntie Izzy and Auntie Maria and Carmen and I played games and Auntie Maria sang us a song and I helped, until Carmen told me my voice was stinky. My voice isn’t stinky, is it Mommy? Auntie Maria says I’m a little angel, so I should sing like one, right? I think Carmen is jealous that I like to sing. I think he’s stinky!” Cassie started babbling quickly. Cassie had started talking at 10 months and hadn’t stopped since. She was speaking in full sentences at 1 year and singing songs from memory at 13 months. She was just as smart as her lovely mother and just as mischievous.

“Now Cassie, you shouldn’t call Carmen stinky!” Zan said moving up behind Liz and reaching out to Cassie.

“Unca Zan!” Cassie screamed, launching herself toward Zan. Liz had to act quickly because she was 2 seconds away from dropping the wiggly little girl. Zan grabbed her from Liz and spun her around, making her squeal in delight.

“Hello Cassiekins. Did you miss me?” Zan teased her.

“I always miss you Unca Zan! Did you bring me a present?” Cassie asked. She knew that Unca Zan was a sucker for her and she always got a present.

“Of course I did.” Zan answered, reaching for his coat pocket.

“Oh Zan, you’re going to spoil her.” Liz scolded him.

“Shh Mommy, it’s ok, I like presents.” Cassie scolded her own mother.

“I know you like presents munchkin, that’s why I get them for you. That and cause you’re so cute.” Zan said kissing her on the cheek. Cassie giggled, shut her eyes tight and held out her little hands, waiting for her present. Zan put a shiny silver bracelet into the palm of her hand and Cassie opened her eyes and once again squealed with delight.

“Ooh, pretty!” Cassie shouted, clutching it close to her chest.

“And what do you say young lady?” Max asked.

“Thank you Unca Zan. I’ll love it forever!” she told him, giving his cheek and big sloppy kiss. Cassie wiggled free and Zan put her down so she could run around the room showing off her new present.

“Zan, you really shouldn’t spoil her like that.” Liz said, trying to be serious this time.

“I just can’t resist her. She reminds me too much of you.” Zan said with a wink as he leaned over and kissed his sister-in-law.

“Hey, none of that now.” Max reprimanded, getting up from his chair to walk over to Liz and wrap a protective arm around his wife. Zan backed up, hands raised in his defense.

“White flag bro, white flag. Ok, I have to run. I have a 3 o’clock appointment. Kiss me quick Cassie before I leave.” Zan said, making a dramatic flourish of movement and opening his arms wide to the running child. Cassie wrapped her arms around Zan’s neck and kissed his cheek again.

“I love you Unca Zan.” she whispered.

“I love you too Cassiekins.” Zan said, standing up again. “Ok, I’m off.” And with that he turned and strode out of the room and down the main stairs, off to meet some other deb for the afternoon.

“I wish he was as punctual with me as he was his women.” Max mumbled to Liz.

“You aren’t as cute.” Liz teased and slipped out from under his arm.

“Hey, I’m cute!” Max said offended, chasing after his wife.

TBC…

Part 2

Victoria Carroll stormed out of her family’s modest house on Lark Street, furious that her father had once again gambled away her hard earned money without her consent. She couldn’t leave the house for fear that her father would find something else to waste their family fortune on, but she couldn’t stay in it either, because it was her job to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.

Victoria Carroll was the daughter of Charles Carroll, the once Ambassador to the Libra Galaxy. Her father had served King Phillip and his father King Douglas for many years. His position had gained the family status, money and power; that was until Victoria’s mother Jennifer died 8 years ago.

Her mother died giving birth to young Charlie and her father blamed the boy’s very existence for his loss. Victoria was only 12 when Charlie was born. Her younger sister, Chelsea, died within the first few months of being born, not even given the chance at life. Her mother and father tried for years to have children, and with the success of Charlie’s conception, her parents were delighted. Sadly, Victoria’s mother died right before her father could place the infant in her arms.

Charles Carroll had been a happy, giving, loving husband and father and he took his duties as the Ambassador very seriously. Once his wife passed, her father began to pull back from the world, resigning as the Ambassador and began spending more and more time in seedy pubs and gambling halls. In a few short years, Charles had gambled away a large portion of the family’s savings and it was up to Victoria to feed and cloth the family.

She had taken on the responsibility of Charlie at a young age, realizing her father’s hate for the innocent and confused little boy. He couldn’t understand why his mother was gone and why his father hated him. The only person he had was Victoria, so she became his mother, father and sister in one.

Victoria started as an apprentice at a dressmaker’s shop, until her father found out and came in the shop in a drunken rage, destroying the shop, screaming that she was a Carroll and too good for this lowly work. Needless to say her employer didn’t want her working their any more. Victoria had gone through a long string of jobs, each ending when her father found out and got her fired. It felt like a never ending cycle.

Victoria had very few options left open to her, but she did have one selling point that most couldn’t resist. Victoria sang like an angel. Her beautiful voice could charm a cobra into turning over his basket. She made the choice one night to go into show business and never looked back. She made amazing money and no one knew who she really was. Her stage name was Vivian St. James, or Lady V as most referred to her. She wore a bright red wig to cover her translucently blonde locks and heavy stage make-up to disguise her face. Not even her father, who had entered into her opera house one night, could tell it was her.
Victoria spent each night after 8 year old Charlie was put to bed as Lady V, singing her heart out for all the nobility of the galaxy and as Victoria Carroll, guardian of Charlie and caretaker of Charles during her days. Only their old butler, Jenkins, who Victoria couldn’t pay anymore but refused to leave during her family’s time of need, knew about her secret life.

Victoria had to get out of the house before she lost her temper and brought on her father’s wrath. Her father had found her latest hiding spot for her money and spent each and every cent in a gambling hall while she was out for the evening. She wanted to confront her father, to make him stop, but that only brought on beatings and Charlie usually got the brunt of his anger. Victoria had to keep herself in check, for Charlie’s sake.

No manner of hiding had done any good to protect her father from his own addictions. She was going to have to resort to telling her boss to hold her money to keep it out of her father’s reach. Not even her boss knew who she truly was, but her true identity didn’t matter to him. As long as she sang and entertained the nobility, raking in the money, she could be the devil for all he cared.

Victoria entered the opera house and began to get dressed for her performance tonight. She would be singing a very intricate opera from the early centuries of Earth. Tonight she would play the lead part of Carmen, singing in the long unused but still strikingly beautiful Italian language. It was one of her favorites. She pulled on and fixed her flaming red wig and applied her thick makeup, enough to obscure her true naturally beautiful features, but making her look more brazen and breath taking.

Lady V was a spitfire and she earned an aloof reputation to try and keep the hounds at bay. Women of the theater were considered easy and were expected to give as good a performance in bed as on the stage for any well paying customer, but not Lady V. She never gave into a suitor, no matter how handsome or how much money he was promising. Thankfully, Victoria had found an employer who didn’t want a cut of her outside dealings, so she wasn’t pressured to find men for that sort of thing.

The curtain was just about to go up and Victoria put herself at her entrance spot, waiting for her cue and for the show to begin. Everyone knew that they came to see and hear the amazing Lady V and her performances were always sold out.

“Vivian!” Mr. Daubs whispered loudly to Victoria. “Break a leg tonight! And just to warn you, Prince Zan is in the audience, up in the box seat. Ok, good luck.” The portly man told her like it was nothing, leaving her to digest this little tidbit of information. Victoria was shaking, mentally. She had never preformed in front of a member of the royal family, but the minute the lights came on and the curtain rose, her fear disappeared. Lady V was intimidated by no one, not even some prince, who happened to practically sitting on the stage.

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Zan sat in the box seat with Lady Barbara Roderick, his date for the evening. Lady Roderick was a few years Zan’s senior and had a rather forgiving elderly husband who spent much time out in the country hunting, leaving Lady Roderick to find other ways to “entertain” herself. Lady Roderick was one of Zan’s favorite lady friends, often having her as his arm decoration and late night entertainment. She was short, but had a voluptuous body and was an amazing lover. Her dark black hair and deep green eyes made her beauty very distinctive.

“I’m so glad you asked me to accompany you tonight Zan. I’ve missed you.” Barbara purred into his ear.

“I’m glad you accepted darling. I’ve been meaning to come see this Lady V who is the talk of the cultural world. I’ve just been rather busy lately.” Zan replied. He really did like Barbara, but it seemed that at each of their rendezvous, she became increasingly possessive. He didn’t have the time or the patience for such a woman, and he decided then and there that this was their last meeting. After tonight, he was finished with Lady Barbara Roderick.

The music began and the curtain rose and a shapely red head walked out onto the stage and began to sing in the most beautiful, pure and haunting voice Zan had ever heard. The crowd’s applause was deafening, praise for the appearance of the elusive Lady V. She began to sing her sweet and sorrowful solo as the opera began and Zan found himself on the edge of his seat. He wanted to be as close to this creature and her hypnotizing voice as physically possible.

Zan saw her look over into his box seat and wink at him, causing him to look around, finding the entire room was staring at him, drooling over the singer. He pulled himself back into his seat and gained his composure. Lady Roderick looked less than pleased at his display over the beautiful opera singer, and made upset huffing noises through out the rest of the show. Zan didn’t hear them, because he was too far wrapped up in the captivating woman before him.

When the curtain finally closed, Zan bid Lady Roderick goodnight and sent her home fuming. No one had ever insulted her so publicly like Zan had done this night. He lightly apologized, but didn’t mean a word of it. He was determined to find this Lady V and have her as his entertainment for the evening.

Zan turned and reentered the opera house to look for her, but found only the owner.

“Hello kind sir, may I inquire where Lady V, I mean Ms. Vivian St. James is. I wish to express my praise personally.” Zan told Mr. Daubs.

“Thank you, your highness, but good luck at finding her. She leaves the minute the curtain goes down and I do not know her residence address. You have to be quick to catch Lady V.” Mr. Daubs told him.

“I see, and you wouldn’t be hiding her just to keep her all to yourself, would you Mr.?” Zan asked.

“Daubs your highness, and no, I am not the lady’s keeper. She is a mystery, even to me. If you want to catch Lady V, you will have to try again tomorrow night.” Mr. Daubs informed him.

“Thank you and I will return.” Zan said, turning to leave the opera house.

“You’re welcome your majesty and happy hunting.” Mr. Daubs called after Zan’s disappearing back.

“Yes, hunt I shall, until I have you Lady V. No woman is safe from Zander, the slayer of women’s hearts.” Zan whispered his vow into the air as he rode off toward the palace.

TBC…….

Part 3

Victoria opened the door to her home and was greeted by Jenkins, who stayed up every night to await her coming home. Jenkins was in his early 70’s and lately his age was starting to show. Her father had no doubt been on a tirade for the better part of the evening and keeping her brother safe from her raging father was a daunting task.

“Glad you are home Victoria. How did it go this evening?” Jenkins asked as she walked through the door. It was safest to talk about her late night escapades at this hour because Charlie was in bed and Charles was more than likely passed out drunk in the study.

“Good. Carmen is one of my favorite operas. I’ll be sad to see it end.” Victoria said as she took off her wrap and sat down at the table across from Jenkins. “One interesting thing did happen tonight. Prince Zan was in the audience. He was blatantly staring at me through out the entire performance. It was rather distracting.”

“Stay away from Prince Zan, Victoria. He’s a rakehell and a womanizer.” Jenkins warned her.

“I know that. I do read the gossip columns.” Victoria teased, “And that’s what had me worried. I overheard him asking for me after the show.”

“Trust me Victoria, Zan only wants women for one thing, and once he gets it, he doesn’t want that woman any more.” Jenkins told her.

“I’ll be careful Jenkins, I always am.” Victoria answered. Jenkins was like the fatherly figure her father had given up being some time ago. It was him that helped to guide her through this turbulent time in her life and it was him that she always turned to. Jenkins had no family of his own, but Victoria and Charlie were more than enough family for him. It pained him to see Mr. Carroll in the state that he was, because he was missing the wonderful gifts right in front of him.

“Well good. Ok, now that you are home, I’m off to bed. Charlie is in bed and I’m sure long asleep, but he made me promise that you would come up and kiss him goodnight.” Jenkins told her.

“Yes, thank you Jenkins, goodnight.” Victoria answered his departing figure. Victoria went up the stairs and quickly washed off the remainder of the stage make-up before going into Charlie’s room to kiss him goodnight. She slipped quietly into his room and went over to his bed. There Charlie lay curled up with his scruffy old stuffed dog Buddy tucked under his arm. It was the only toy her father had ever given him and Charlie held onto it tightly, hoping that if he held onto Buddy, maybe the man that had lovingly given him this present would one day come back.

Victoria sat down on the small bed and leaned over to place a kiss on her brother’s forehead. Charlie stirred in his sleep and looked up at his sister. The minute he woke up enough to realize it was her; he reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his head in her lap.

“Daddy was really mad tonight Victoria. He even threatened to thrash Jenkins.” Charlie told his sister. She lovingly wrapped her reassuring arms around his quaking body, trying to calm him down.

“You know Daddy is just sad Charlie and he would hurt Jenkins. Sure he gets angry, but we need to love him anyway.” Victoria told her brother, wishing she believed the words she was actually saying.

“I love him Victoria; I just wish he loved me back.” Charlie told her, sniffling quietly.

“He does love you Charlie; he just doesn’t know how to show it. Now, you need to go back to sleep. You have school in the morning and you need your rest if you are going to be a doctor someday.” Victoria told him.

“I will be a doctor someday. People need doctors and want to help people.” Charlie told her, his conviction on the subject strong, even though he was very sleepy.

“I know you do Charlie and that makes me so proud of you. Goodnight little brother, sweet dreams.” Victoria got up from the bed but before she could leave, Charlie reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Sing me Mommy’s song so I can sleep Victoria, please.” Charlie asked while yawning.

“Ok Charlie, I’ll sing you Mommy’s lullaby.” Victoria said and began to sing an enchanting melody that put Charlie to sleep almost instantly and brought a tear to Victoria’s eye.

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Zan was in the box seat again and this time without some frivolous deb who just wanted to be seen with him. Tonight he could totally focus on the elusive Lady V, and that alone made his pulse race.

The curtain came up and Lady V took her place on the stage and began to sing her solo, easily entrancing the entire audience. Her voice was so pure and captivating. Zan looked the curvy red head up and down, trying to figure out what he really thought of her. It looked to him like she was wearing make-up and it added an air of mystery to her. He let his thoughts slip when he took notice of her red hair, wondering if all of her hair was red. She moved and danced across the stage with amazing grace and poise. She made it all look so easy, but that was what made her Lady V, the most renowned actress in the galaxy.

The curtain closed on the opera and a standing ovation followed. Tonight was the last night of the Carmen production and the cast would go back to rehearsal for a new opera. Zan quickly exited his box seat and slipped toward the back stage. He caught sight of flaming red hair making a dash for a dressing room. He followed the actress and found her room, a small star with the words Lady V written through them. He smirked at her brazen attitude, allowing her underground nickname to be her door label. She sure seemed like a spitfire and Zan was more than in the mood to get a little burned.

Zan knocked on the door and at first there was no answer. He knocked louder twice more before he finally heard a frustrated sigh and the tell tale foot falls of someone coming to the door.

“Who is it?” the voice asked.

“An admirer Ms. St. James. I merely wish to give you my congratulations on another amazing production.” Zan told her. He was still on the other side of the door and he was getting slightly confused. He was sure she would have opened the door by now.

“Thank you kind sir. Now if you’ll excuse me I am rather tired. Goodnight.” He heard her voice call out and heard her turn from the door and walk back into the room. Zan knocked again. “I said goodnight sir.”

“Ms. St. James, I wish an audience with you.” Zan protested.

“You were just apart of one. Be satisfied with the show you paid for and return home. When the curtain falls I’m finished for the night. Now again, goodnight sir.” She called back to him.

“I demand that you open this door madam.” Zan said and tried to open the door, shocked to find it locked.

“No” was all she said.

“I don’t think you understand madam. I am Prince Zan. You are not allowed to refuse the prince.” he ordered. He was getting frustrated, but intrigued at the same time. No woman had ever put up this much of a fight and the challenge was thrilling.

“Well in that case, you’re still not coming in. I have no time for womanizers or pushy men and I will not play the strumpet for anyone, even a Prince. Like I said, once the curtain falls, I’m through acting for the night. I suggest you graciously leave Prince Zan, because I’m not coming out and you are most certainly not coming in.” Lady V yelled to him. Victoria easily slipped into her alter ego. She knew that as Victoria she would never have said half of those things to the Prince of Antar, but Lady V could get away with such brazenness. It was in her nature and people expected it.

“Fine. I will leave tonight Lady V, but I will be back and when I return, you will not be able to keep me out. I always get what I want, and I want you.” Zan told her, trying to convey his might and arrogance in his tone.

“Promises, Promises Prince Zan.” was all she said. Zan turned away from her taunting voice and exited the theater. He would be back, because the prize was just too great to resist.

TBC…

Hi gang,

Sorry I've been gone for a while, but I have had limited internet access these past few days. I have the new part all ready and if I can get the chance, I'll finish the 5th part before I leave the computer lab.

Oh, and one more thing on my agenda,

July 1st was my birthday----Happy 20 years to me!!!!!

Ok, on with the next part.

Part 4

“The nerve of some men!” Victoria yelled as she stormed into her home, slamming the door behind her. “Who do they think they are? Just cause they have some stupid crown doesn’t give them the right to think they can just order people around!”

“I take it Prince Zan was back at the theater this evening.” Jenkins commented.

“You mean Prince Pompous?” Victoria asked as she huffed and paced the room. She always paced when she got riled up. Victoria couldn’t sit still with so much aggravated energy and right now it looked like she was close to exploding.

“Prince Pompous?” Jenkins asked, “I think there are laws about calling him that.”

“Yeah, well there should be laws about his attitude, then I wouldn’t feel the need to call him Prince Pompous.” Victoria vented.

“What happened?” Jenkins asked her. His interest was perked. He may have told Victoria to stay away from him, which he knew was for the best, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little bit curious about the prince’s interest in Ms. Victoria.

“He wanted me to entertain him for the evening, and I don’t mean sing him a song Jenkins. Oh no, I know just was kind of entertainment he was requesting.” Victoria said with venom.

“Well I’m glad you resisted him Victoria. Nothing good can come from Prince Zan’s attentions.” Jenkins congratulated her.

“I know Jenkins, I know. I just wish I could figure out why he is so interested. I mean, he could have any woman in the entire galaxy, but he’s chasing after Lady V.” she told him.

“Some mysteries are better left unsolved my dear.” Jenkins replied.

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Zan sat at his giant desk in his personal study. He hadn’t been in his study in a long time, but he knew it was the one place people wouldn’t go looking for him. He needed time to collect his thoughts.

He couldn’t get her out of his head. She was in his thoughts, in his dreams. He couldn’t think about anything but that haunting voice and her beautiful face and that attitude. God, she was a spitfire. No one had ever challenged him like she did, and as perverse as it seemed, he liked it. It made him want her more and more.

But what he couldn’t figure out is how to get her to come to him. Sure he enjoyed the hunt, but at some point the hunter needed to catch his prey. Zan wasn’t quite sure what he would do once he had finally gotten her, but he knew he had to have her. The need was almost as elemental as breathing.

Zan sat at his desk, pondering his options and everything he thought of he knew she would find a way to evade him, until finally the proverbial light bulb went off. It was fool proof, but first he needed to talk to Liz.

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“A ball?” Liz asked. She was confused. She knew that Zan hated those things, his hate stemming from the days when his mother had tried to force the eligible women of the galaxy on her bachelor sons. Lady Diana had finally given up about 2 years ago when Zan had resorted to going into hiding on other planets when he heard the slightest mention of the word.

“Yes Liz, I’d like to have a ball. It’s high time I stop running from the inevitable. I need to settle down and take my roll as royal councilor and second in line seriously.” Zan told her.

“Zan, stop joking around. You and I both know you aren’t ready to settle down. You’re far from it.” Liz teased him, “Look, if you want to meet nice women, there are other ways to do it.” Liz was so confused. This didn’t sound right.

“I’m not joking Liz. I’m serious. I knew this might be hard for people to believe, but I figured you would believe me. You’re the one person who really knows me. I guess I just…” Zan said laying the guilt on thick. He was even pulling out the puppy dog eyes and the hunched over, dejected posture.

“Zan, I believe you, it’s just that this is kind of sudden. What changed?” Liz interrupted him. She rushed to his side to try and comfort him. She felt terrible. He had trusted her with this important change in his life and she had scoffed at him.

“I don’t know what changed Liz, but I know I need to do this.” Zan told her, sighing heavily and adding more drama to his act.

“Ok Zan, we’ll have a ball, but I need to clear it with Max first. Theres lots to plan if we are going to do this right.” Liz told him, smiling up at him. He looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and Liz was glad to be there for him.

“Sure thing Liz, but while we’re planning things, I’ve already taken the liberty of deciding on the entertainment.” Zan told her.

“You really have been thinking about this, haven’t you.” Liz said with a hint of surprise in her voice.

“You have no idea Liz, no idea.” Zan whispered under his breath.

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“Vivian, I need to see you in my office.” Mr. Daubs called to Victoria from off the stage. Victoria quickly made her way off the stage. It wasn’t like Mr. Daubs to call one of them off during rehearsal. It had to be important. Victoria walked into his office and he signaled to her to close the door. Victoria sat down on one of the rickety little chairs in her boss’s dingy office.

“I got something in the mail today for Vivian St. James.” Mr. Daubs said, waving a cream colored envelope.

“Oh, more fan mail.” Victoria brushed it off.

“No, I believe this is much more than fan mail my dear. This one has the royal seal on it.” Mr. Daubs told her, handing the letter across the table.

Victoria reached for the letter and turned it over in her hands. She hadn’t seen a letter with the royal seal on it in years, not since her father’s resignation as the royal ambassador. Victoria reached for the letter opener and broke the wax seal on the envelope.

Inside was a royal request that Ms. Vivian St. James would provide entertainment at the royal ball being held in 3 days. Victoria stared at the invitation. It had the signature from her royal highness, Queen Elizabeth, and it was a request to not only sing but to enjoy the festivities with those of the royal court.

Victoria visibly paled. She had only ever been Lady V upon stage, not face to face with other people. What was she going to do? She couldn’t decline a royal request, but how was Victoria going to survive? Then she looked at the bottom of the invitation. There in bold strokes was Prince Zan’s signature.

Of course, Victoria thought, she should have known Zan was behind this. She thought that he might have given up, considering she hadn’t seen him at the theater in the past few weeks, but she was wrong. Zan was just laying in wait.

This was something she couldn’t get out of, she had no escape. She knew it and she knew Zan knew it. That pretentious jerk. Victoria was visibly shaken, but Mr. Daubs took her reaction differently.

“I was sent a similar letter my dear and you and I are both being paid handsomely for your services. It seems that the royals really want you to perform for this ball.” Mr. Daubs told her. Victoria could see the dollar signs flashing before his eyes. If she did this ball, then her notoriety would increase tenfold and so would attendance at the theater. Then Daubs could build that new opera house he had been dreaming of.

“So it seems Mr. Daubs.” Victoria mused, “But, before we officially say yes, I want you to remember that in 3 days is the opening of our new show. If we put off the opening, the public may get upset.”

“Oh, it will be worth it my dear. I’d stop the earth from turning if it meant I could get this much free publicity. This is perfect for both of us.” Mr. Daubs gushed.

“Yeah, perfect.” Victoria mumbled, “Perfectly awful.”

TBC...

Oh, and PS---looking for a banner, any takers?

Katie

Part 5

“Can I go to the party?” Cassie begged her mother.

“I’m sorry Cassie, but this is a grown up party and it’s way past your bed time.” Liz told her. She smiled at the little girl’s tenacity. She had been asking to go to the party for the last few days, and no matter how many times she had been told no it has not deterred her.

“But it’s a party for Unca Zan and I’m Unca Zan’s favorite niece.” Cassie tried.

“You’re his only niece dummy head.” Carmen, Maria’s son teased.

“I am not a dummy head you stinky old boy!” Cassie yelled.

“Who’s calling who a stinky old boy?” Zan asked as he strolled into the nursery.

“Unca Zan!” Cassie shrilled, vaulting in his direction. She ran straight into his arms and he picked her up and spun her around.

“What’s up, Cassiekins?” Zan asked when he finally put her back down.

“Mummy won’t let me go to your party Unca Zan.” Cassie pouted. She knew Zan couldn’t resist her puppy dogface.

“She won’t? Well I don’t see why the little princess shouldn’t be allowed to come to the ball.” Zan told her.

”I knew you’d let me go.” Cassie said, wrapping her arms tightly around Zan’s neck.

“Now Zan, I told Cassie no.” Liz reprimanded both of them.

“But Liz, what would it hurt?” Zan pleaded.

“Zan, don’t fight with me on this one. Cassie is much too young to be going to one of these balls and I’m not going to budge.” Liz told him and her.

“But Mummy!” Cassie yelled.

“But Liz!” Zan said with his upset little niece.

“No buts, both of you.” Liz said, making her word final, “Cassie, go with your Nana, it’s time for bed. Zan, go get ready. This is your ball after all.” Liz turned on her heel and walked toward the door. When she didn’t hear either of them move she turned back around. “I mean it you 2, now get a move on.”

Zan and Cassie both sulked off to their rooms. Sometimes Liz was just a no fun old mom.

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Victoria sat in that family carriage, one of the few grand things they had left. She was in full get up, red hair, thick make-up, gaudy dress and all. The carriage pulled up to the palace and stopped at the grand entrance where all the nobles were streaming out of their respective modes of transportation.

“Are you ready my dear?” Jenkins asked. Victoria had been so relieved when he had agreed to be her escort and possible protector from Zan. He was dressed in one his best suits and looked every part the regal benefactor they were trying to portray him as. He was rather excited. He had confided in Victoria that he had always thought he might like to be an actor and this was his chance to really perform.

“No, but Lady V was born ready so in that case lets get this show on the road.” Victoria answered. Jenkins smiled and jumped out of the carriage to help her exit. Victoria stepped out as Lady V, shedding her scared inner self and embracing her brazen alter ego.

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Zan stood in the receiving line, greeting all the ladies and their ante rages. He made it look like he was enjoying himself, but he had to. Liz was standing right next to him and was watching him like a hawk. She had gone to a lot of trouble to put on this ball and if Zan was playing her false, she wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

Zan kept scanning the crowd and was finally rewarded when he saw a flash of vivid red hair and a curvaceous woman step out of a carriage and look up at the palace. Zan could feel a familiar tightening in his loins when ever she was in his sights. Zan flashed a bright smile and gave the girl who was currently introducing herself a bit of the wrong impression, but Zan didn’t care. He wouldn’t possibly be able to give any of these women the time of day with Vivian in the same room, taking up all his attention.

Vivian was making her way to the receiving line and walked right up to the royal party. She bowed low and showed a glimpse of her ample cleavage, before her long locks covered her front. Zan gulped and could feel that ultra sensitive part of his anatomy tighten further, if that was even possible. The woman was making him go up in flames and all she had done was stand near him. Zan gathered his wits and reached for her slender hand, bringing to his lips for a brief kiss.

“Your highness, you make a simple girl like me blush with your pleasantries.” Vivian said, whipping out a fan and mock fanning herself, making a giant display. “I am Vivian St. James and I’d like to introduce my close friend and benefactor Lord Bartholomew Jenkins.”

“It’s is a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. St. James.” Zan said, with the slight jab meaning more to Vivian than anyone else, “I am Prince Zander Xaiver and this is my lovely sister-in-law, Queen Elizabeth. It was she who insisted that the talented Vivian St. James grace us with her talents for this evening.”

“Oh Zan, stop joking. You nearly throttled Max for inviting another group for entertainment.” Liz said, playfully pushing at his chest. Vivian could tell that she would like Elizabeth. She had a real down to earth quality about her, and if she could put up with a man like Zan and be willingly married to his twin brother, then she must have more brass than several Vivian St. James’s combined. “I’m so pleased to finally get to meet you Ms. St. James.”

“Oh do call me Vivian your majesty. I can already tell that I like you and I think friends should be on a first name basis.” Vivian said brazenly. This was her character and her element, and nothing less than her greatest performance would do this night.

“I’d be delighted, but in return you must call me Liz. Only the stuff shirts around here call me Elizabeth.” Liz smiled at the woman. She had heard many stories about Vivian St. James and she could tell that her fiery attitude was not exaggerated. “I’d also like you to meet my husband, King Maxwell.” Liz said as she nudged Max to get his attention.

“Hello madam, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.” Max said, reaching for her hand to kiss it also. One thing Lady Diane did insist on was her sons to be gentlemen in the presence of ladies, even if they were a pair of first class cads. Once again Vivian blushed and made a big show of being coy. Max was just a devilishly handsome as his twin brother. She was sure Liz must swoon daily being surrounded with such good looking men.

“Your majesty, I am Vivian St. James and this is my friend and benefactor Lord Bartholomew Jenkins and we are most grateful for this evening’s invitation and if you’ll excuse my bold tongue, you have the most lovely wife.” Vivian gushed. She played the part well and even Jenkins couldn’t hide his smile. He knew Victoria was good, but he hadn’t known this good. No one would ever suspect her of being Charles Carroll’s daughter.

“I’d like to think so too Ms. St. James.” Max told her as he gathered Liz up to give her a quick kiss. So this was Vivian St. James, the singer everyone was talking about. Liz had wanted to go see her perform, but their schedule had just been too busy lately, with the kingdom and Cassie and all.

Vivian and “Lord Jenkins” were introduced to each member of the royal party and were received well by all. Liz watched as Vivian interacted with each person, but mostly kept her eye on Zan. His initial reaction to the woman had not gone unnoticed by Liz, considering she was one of the few women in the galaxy who could actually read him and he actually let them see him.

There had only ever been one other who had gotten to Zan, and that had been Zena, one of the royal concubines. Zena had taken Liz under her wing when she had first arrived at the palace and had searched relentlessly for her would be assassin when she had been poisoned. Zena was the one woman who gave wholly of herself to Zan and Zan gave all that was in his power to give her. Zena had gained her freedom shortly after Liz had returned to the palace. She said that the only wedding present she could ever want was to see her friend have the same freedom she enjoyed. Max and Zan gave it willingly, knowing that it was the right thing to do. Zena stayed at the palace, even though she was free until suddenly word was sent that her mother was deathly ill and needed her daughter. Zena left the palace and Zan with a heavy heart. She loved Zan, but knew that while he loved her, it would never be the kind of love and devotion she would hope for. Zena had a sense of things and knew there was another woman out there for Zan.

Liz now watched with fascination as Vivian St. James, the legendary Lady V captivated all of Zan’s attention. The proverbial light bulb went off over Liz head. This ball wasn’t so Zan could meet a “nice woman of noble blood” as Lady Diane always called them, no, this ball was so Zan could finally meet Vivian St. James. That cad had played her for a fool and her heart had gone out to the conniver. Well, Liz was just going to sit back and watch this scene unfold, because if the stories were true, Vivian had repeatedly turned Zan down. Liz wasn’t a gossip hound but she did tune in when it had to deal with her husband or brother-in-law. If Vivian St. James could turn down the likes of Zan, then Zan had his work cut out for him. Liz figured she’d wait till Vivian was done with him, and then chew out what was left over.

TBC…

Part 6

Victoria made her way into the palace and straight for the table filled with drinks. She picked up a small glass that promised to have something stronger than water in it and threw it back. Her nerves were on edge and she could hardly control her trembling. Victoria wasn’t much of a drinker, but if she had to keep this charade up for much longer she just might become one.

Zan followed at a comfortable distance, one eye always on Vivian. He saw her throw back the wine and smiled to himself. She was all fire and brazen and the thought of making her his sent his blood boiling. She would not escape him this night.

Victoria made her way to the stage, righted her dress, took several calming breaths and turned Vivian back on. Once she hit the stage, her alter ego flared to life and totally took over. This was where Vivian was most at home, where she thrived and Victoria could easily hide behind her.

The music began as the members of the court and guests took their seats. Vivian was a little surprised to see the royal seating area was the closest to the stage, Zan’s seat nearly on top of her. She smiled at him, and watched as his eyes darkened with a deep shade that could only be described as desire.

Vivian started singing and complete silence fell over the hall. Vivian’s voice rung out over the entire palace, through the corridors and up stairs, making it’s way into a little room on the south end and awakening a little mischief maker, who had already put on her party dress incase she got the chance to escape.

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Cassie made her way down the grand staircase, after she had checked her dress and her hair. This was her first adult ball and she knew that she needed to look just right. But most of all, she wanted to meet the lady with that beautiful voice. It called to her, telling her that the only thing she could do was come and listen. She wondered if Carmen heard it too and thought about waking him, but then again, he was a stupid old boy and probably tell on her and she get sent back to bed. No, it was better to leave Carmen out of this.

She entered the grand ballroom from the side entrance, making sure no one saw her just yet. She wanted to see everything before her Mommy eventually caught her and sent her to bed. Cassie worked her way through the people, but very few seemed to notice her, they were all too busy watching the woman who was singing. Cassie turned and looked at the lady on the stage and thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, second only to her Mommy. The lady seemed to light up the room, just by standing in it and her voice captivated everyone’s undivided attention.

Cassie couldn’t resist the pull to just sit and listen, so she crawled up into her favorite chair, her Unca Zan’s lap, and watched the show.

Zan felt the little tyke crawl up into his lap, but didn’t show any reaction to her being there. He knew Cassie wouldn’t listen to Liz about staying in bed; it just wasn’t in her nature. He let her get comfortable and tried to move somewhat so that he could hide the child from Liz until the entertainment was over. After that Cassie was on her own for this little folly.

Victoria saw the little girl climb up into Zan’s lap and was slightly shocked. She hadn’t heard anything of Zan having a child, unless this was the little Princess Cassandra. Victoria saw the tenderness in his face when he looked down at the child and saw just how comfortable she was in his arms. You could see the mutual affection they had for each other and the whole sight made her heart melt.

Vivian’s performance finally came to an end and the entire hall burst into thunderous applause and a standing ovation. You couldn’t get any better a reception than this. Every royal in the galaxy was present and she had won over each and everyone. Even Princess Cassandra was shouting and clapping that was until her mother, the queen, heard her squeals and picked her up and hauled her back up to bed. Vivian bowed and smiled and thanked them all and then left the stage so the band could play and the dancing could begin.

Victoria went over to Jenkins and he had her wrap already in hand so they could make a speedy getaway. They would have made it too if Zan hadn’t placed his body between her and the doorway.

“Ms. St. James, leaving so soon? Surely you’ll stay for a dance or two.” Zan said, already removing the wrap from around her shoulders.

“Umm, no actually Prince Zander, we were only planning on staying until the performance had ended and then we planned on retiring early for the night.” Jenkins said for her. He could see that Zan was trying to get Victoria to stay and he couldn’t see much good coming from it.

“Just a dance, that is all I ask of your charming date Lord Jenkins.” Zan said, spreading the charm on thick.

“One dance won’t kill me Jenkins,” Victoria said, “After that we can be off.” Victoria removed her wrap and handed it to Jenkins. She reluctantly took Zan’s arm and followed him to the dance floor. She knew Zan would keep insisting until he had made a giant scene, so it was better to pacify him quickly and then she could be on her way sooner. They moved onto the dance floor and joined the dance. It was a slow but intricate dance that made sure they were very close through most of it.

“Your performance was spectacular Vivian. I must say, I think it was better than the operas I had seen those few weeks ago. You must tell me how you manage to get better with every performance.” Zan complimented her.

“Why thank you Prince Zander.” Vivian started.

“Zan, call me Zan.” he interrupted.

“Thank you Zan. I don’t think I improve with each performance like you say but I am glad you enjoyed the show.” she replied. God, did he have to be so handsome. Those amber eyes and those full lips should be illegal. They had the power to kill any woman’s best intentions.

Another song began before Victoria even knew it and the dancing continued. She was having an amazing time; laughing and dancing with the dashing if not persistent Prince Zan and she could tell that she, along with Queen Liz, were the envy of the room. Victoria hardly noticed that Zan had propelled her away from the dance floor until she was standing in the immense gardens behind the palace.

“It’s a beautiful night, don’t you think Vivian.” Zan asked as he walked her toward a secluded area with a bench.

“It’s a very beautiful night for the spring and these gardens are gorgeous.” Victoria complimented him. She knew she shouldn’t be out here with him all alone, but she was sure that if he got too strong she could hold her own. She wasn’t some simpering girl; she was both Victoria Carroll and Vivian St. James. Both women were a force to be reckoned with when angered.

“But it pales in comparison to your beauty, Vivian.” Zan told her, moving closer to her.

“You don’t know me Zan, so do not call beautiful that which you do not really see.” Victoria told him.

“You’re wrong Vivian, you are beautiful. You take my breath away every time I look at you.” he whispered into her ear. Zan was trying to go slow, but he could hardly contain himself with her. He was one of the most experience men he knew and yet he felt like a teenage boy in her presence.

“Then you shouldn’t look at me so much. I wouldn’t want you to stop breathing on my account.” she joked, trying to lighten the tension. Zan flashed a brilliant smile at her joke. He loved how she could totally take command of a situation and change it to suit her. She was so dynamic and so intriguing.

“Don’t worry on my account madam.” Zan teased back. He looked deep into her bright blue eyes and at first was slightly shocked to see that they were blue. Most red heads had green or hazel eyes, but not hers. Hers were like 2 iridescent pools of blue water. He felt like he wanted to jump in to her eyes and lounge in their purity forever.

She looked up at him and she could read everything that was playing across his face. She could see the desire, the hunger and when it should have frightened her, it actually made her pulse race. Many men had looked at her in this way, with hunger and want, but she had never felt the need that she did pouring off of Zan.

He moved in closer and brought his hand to the nape of her neck. His mouth swooped down and captured hers in a kiss that rocked the very ground beneath her feet. His kiss was slow and sweet, drawing out her reaction. She was like jelly in his hands. He ran his tongue across her bottom lips, causing her to gasp and giving him the entrance he was looking for. He slowly explored her mouth, every nook and cranny, savoring her unique taste and the brush of his tongue against hers.

Victoria’s head was spinning with his kiss. Nothing had ever felt so good or so intense. Zan could hardly breathe. He had never experienced something so exhilarating. He felt like he could kiss her forever and he knew instantly that kissing her would never be enough. He felt her tentative touches with her tongue, like she was experiencing this for the first time and it left him lightheaded. Her simple, untrained reaction set him on fire like no other kiss ever had.

Victoria was quickly falling into his kiss and she felt his arms come around her and mold her to him. His body was so strong and his chest was a solid wall, holding her tight. She sighed into his mouth, unable to control her reaction to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and was rewarded with the kiss deepening once again.

Zan was aching with their closeness. He didn’t bother to hide his raging hardness and with her full breasts pressed tightly to his chest, his body was coming close to exploding. Zan started kissing her along her neck and her head fell back, giving him better access. He slowly stroked her side, moving up and cupping her breast. Her gasp was not of pleasure he had been expecting, but one of shock.

Victoria’s mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier with the onslaught of his drugging kisses and his strength enveloping her. She felt his hand move, but then when she felt him cupping her breast, her world came back into focus. She pushed at his unmovable chest.

“Zan, stop!” she ordered him. Zan moved his hand but kept kissing and sucking on the soft skin of her neck.

“And why would I want to do something like that Vivian?” Zan asked in a husky voice.

“Because Zan, we shouldn’t be doing this and I’m sure Jenkins is looking for me by now.” Victoria tried to come up with a valid excuse, hoping he might just fall for it.

“Oh, I think you’re wrong Vivian. I am quite sure we should be doing this and Jenkins probably figured out that the better man has won and has excused himself for the evening. If he hasn’t yet, then he’ll have a long wait.” Zan purred into her ear.

“Zan, I can’t, please,” she pleaded with him. She kept pushing on his chest, trying in vain to escape his strong arms and the spell he had over her.

“Don’t play coy with me Vivian. You may be able to fool all the others, but I know you better than that. I know you want me, don’t try and lie. We’d both be kidding ourselves if we denied what is between us.” Zan was getting frustrated with her antics. She was acting like some shrinking maiden.

“And what is between us Zan?” Victoria asked.

“Too many clothes.” Zan growled into her ear and then took the lobe and nibbled on it.

“Wrong answer Zan,” Victoria said, slipping out from his grasp when she caught him off guard by her answer. Zan moved to get off the bench, but he wasn’t fast enough. Victoria had already moved from out behind their secluded spot and was calling for Lord Jenkins. The woman had spurned his advances once again. Damn her! Zan came around the bushes and found Vivian on Jenkins’ arm, already saying her good byes to his family.

Zan caught up with Vivian before she walked out and pulled her arm, spinning her to him. He kissed her right there in front of everyone and all eyes were on Victoria. “This isn’t over Vivian, far from it.” Zan whispered in a voice filled with anger and desire that sent a shiver running down her spine, but Vivian was not one to be bested.

Without warning, Vivian hauled off and slapped Zan right across the face, in front of the entire ball. “You are too bold Prince Zander. I wouldn’t play your strumpet even if you promised me the throne its self. Find yourself a more willing conquest for you will not find it in me.” Victoria said loud enough for everyone to hear. Several people gasped at the display unfolding before them. The woman had enough brass or not enough sense to strike the Prince of Antar and then renounce him in front of the entire royal court and honored guests. “My apologies your majesties. It was a lovely party, thank you for inviting me.” Victoria said while bowing to a stunned Max and Liz. She quickly turned and left the palace with Jenkins following swiftly behind.

Zan stood, dumbstruck and in awe of the woman who had just humiliated him beyond belief in front of every royal and distinguished guest in the entire galaxy. He smiled to himself and then he turned to see the reactions of his brother and sister-in-law, expecting to see understanding in their eyes. The shock, anger and distrust that greeted him in their eyes sent his heart plummeting.

TBC…

Part 7

“You shouldn’t have done that Victoria. You went too far.” Jenkins scolded her.

“You don’t think I know that. Vivian St. James just struck the prince of Antar in front of every dignitary in the galaxy.” Victoria told him. “I know I went too far, but I just couldn’t stop myself. He makes me so crazy. Who the hell does he think he is?”

“He would be the prince of Antar, council to the King and second in line to inherit the thrown but also the biggest rake the kingdom has seen in centuries.” Jenkins answered her.

“Thank you Jenkins,” Victoria said, exasperated. “I’m going to take a bath and try and scrub the humiliation off my body.”

Jenkins watched her ascend the stairs and just shook his head. She had just complicated her entire life in one fowl swoop. It was going to be interesting to see how this played out.

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“Sorry doesn’t cut it buster, not by a long shot!” Liz yelled at Zan. She was seething with anger at her conniving brother-in-law. She couldn’t help but pace the room because her agitation just wouldn’t let her sit.

“Liz, I really am sorry, for everything. I don’t know what came over me.” Zan tried to explain and in all honesty, he didn’t know what had come over him. He had never made such a fool of himself in his entire life, in turn making a fool out of his entire family because of the publicness of the squabble.

“That isn’t a very convincing argument Zan.” Max scolded his younger twin. He was shocked when he found out that this whole ball had just been a scam to get Lady V to the palace so Zan could get close to her. Max and Liz felt used, but his heart went out the most to his wife, who had wholeheartedly believed Zan and his crackpot scheme.

“I know Max, but I won’t make excuses for wanting Vivian here. I feel a connection with this woman like nothing I have ever felt before in my entire life. I know there is something between us, as confusing as it is, but I can’t get her out of my head. She is on my mind all day and torments me in my dreams all night. I can’t explain it because I don’t understand it myself.” Zan told them, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation.

“Sounds like my big brother is in love.” Isabel volunteered.

“Perish the thought Izzy. I don’t think Zan would know love if it bit him in the nose.” Maria teased.

“Or slapped him in the face.” Isabel commented.

“I can’t be in love with her Isabel. I hardly know her,” he replied.

“Well, why don’t you stop trying to get her into bed and give courting her a try. I hear it’s all the rage this season.” Alex told him.

“I’m not sure I even know how to do that.” Zan laughed.

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The newspapers and the tabloids ran the story for weeks, splashing Vivian St. James and Prince Zan all across the front pages. They talked of their “torrid love affair” and how she was leaving him for “Lord Jenkins” because Zan couldn’t marry an opera singer. They also had “eye witness” accounts of the lovers all over the kingdom.

Victoria was mortified, but Vivian just rolled her eyes. The opera house was full to bursting and all this free publicity was selling her shows out at a record rate. No one but the very rich could get in to the shows and Mr. Daubs was racking in the dough.

“Another batch of fan mail was dropped off at the entrance just a few minutes ago. Do you want me to put them in their usual file?” Mr. Daubs asked.

“Please, I can’t take much more of this nonsense. This whole episode has to blow over at some point.” Victoria said, rubbing her fingers over her temples.

“Curb your tongue young lady. This whole episode as you refer to it has made us filthy rich. If you could slap that Prince once a week for the next year, you and I could retire and live fat, rich and happy for the rest of our days.” Mr. Daubs scolded her. He took the sack full of letters and put them in the dumpster out back, or the filing cabinet, as he and Vivian referred to it.

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Vivian returned home and Jenkins opened the door for her. She had just finished a matinee performance and was hoping to get to relax for the rest of the day. Victoria noticed Jenkins’ agitation and worry before he even said anything.

“What’s wrong Jenkins?” Victoria asked. Jenkins never got a chance to answer before her father exited his study, followed by a well-dressed gentleman.

“I’m so glad your home Victoria,” her father said, pulling her in tight for a hug and kissing her cheek. Victoria stiffened at his hug, but returned it to keep up appearances.

“Who is our guest father?” Victoria asked, looking over her father’s shoulder. He was tall with sandy blonde hair and looked to be in his late 30’s. He was staring at Victoria and blatantly looking his fill. Victoria wasn’t getting a good feeling from this.

“I would like to introduce you to Lord Gregory Penburton. Him and I have gone into to negotiations for your hand, dear daughter.” Charles told Victoria with a forced smile on his face. Her father looked nervous, from what Victoria’s reaction might be and what he wasn’t telling her.

“Excuse me, but you have what?” Victoria asked shocked. Why was her father all of a sudden trying to marry her off?

“I have spoken with your father and he has agreed to our union.” Lord Penburton said coming Victoria’s side. He reached out and brought her hand up to his lips and placed a wet kiss on her hand. Victoria pulled her hand back and wiped the offending kiss off her hand.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little shocked, but I have never met you before Lord Penburton and here you are telling me I am to marry you.” Victoria blanched. Not a single ounce of this made any sense.

“Yes, a week from tomorrow,” Penburton answered.

“What!?” Victoria squeaked, looking at her father. He fidgeted under her gaze and looked down.

“Lord Penburton has been gracious enough to ask for your hand and I couldn’t say no when he asked for the speedy marriage.” Charles told her, still not looking at her.

“This comes as a bit of a shock.” Victoria said, “But I am sorry that I must decline your offer Lord Penburton. I don’t intend to marry a man I don’t know, although I am flattered.”

“I think you’ve missed the point, Victoria. I didn’t ask you if you wanted to marry me. I’m telling you when the wedding day is. Your father and I have signed the proper paper work. You are as good as my wife, but I will honor you and not claim what is mine until next Sunday, after our wedding.” Penburton said with force. “And I trust I am getting everything a husband deserves. Do not play me false Carroll. You out bet yourself on this one. Have her ready at 7 pm tomorrow night. I intend to take her out for the evening and display my newest winnings.” Penburton said to Charles. With that he plucked his coat and hat off the rack and exited the house, leaving Charles to face a fuming Victoria.

“Explain yourself father.” Victoria said with a voice filled with hatred. The man that called himself her father was a first class monster. If she had heard right, Victoria had just been won in a bet, given to Lord Penburton like you gave someone a horse.

“I lost last night at Tally’s and I tried to get my money back. I had a great hand, but Penburton beat me and I had to give him the only collateral I had, which was your hand in marriage. I’m sorry Victoria, but there is no way out if this.” Charles told her.

“You lost my hand in marriage in a card game?” Victoria screamed. “What manner of a snake are you? I don’t care what you said or agreed to. You and Lord Penburton can go to hell and burn there for all eternity for all I care. I will not be marrying that man, not now and not ever. I’ve had enough of you and your gambling, father. Charlie and I are leaving.” Victoria yelled at her father. She made a move to the stairs but her father stopped her.

“If you leave, Penburton will kill me.” Charles told her.

“I hope he does it in one shot then.” Victoria yelled venomously at him.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Charles said, pulling the loaded gun from his pocket, “Because you give me no choice then. I’m locking you in your room for our own good.”

“Father, you can’t possibly be serious. Put that gun away, you’ll scare Charlie.” Victoria tried to reason with her father.

“Get into your room Victoria. I won’t tell you twice.” Charles told her, pushing the gun into her side and her into her room. When she saw the door close and heard the lock click, she fell to the floor and cried.

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Jenkins watched the whole scene unfold in front of him and stayed quiet in the background, trying to figure a way out of this. There was only 1 thing he could think to do and that meant he needed to take a trip to the palace.

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“Lord Bartholomew Jenkins is here requesting a meeting with you, Prince Zander,” a servant said opening the door to his personal study. He spent a good deal of his time in his study lately, trying to figure out the conflicting emotions running through his body when he thought of Vivian St. James.

“Let him in.” Zan answered. This was the first word he had heard from anyone connected to Vivian in almost 2 months. He had written her letter after letter and sent flowers and attended her shows but she never acknowledged his presence. “Jenkins, it’s good to see you again. What can I do for you today?” Zan said extending his hand to the elderly gentleman.

“I’m afraid I am not here on a social visit Prince Zander.” Jenkins told him, “Something has happened to Vivian and I need your help.”

“Vivivan? What is it man, spit it out!” Zan bellowed. Something was very wrong; he could feel it coming off in waves from the man in front of him.

“I can only tell you to go to this address at 6:30 tonight and ask for Victoria Carroll. If you care anything for Vivian, you will do this. Bring Victoria back with you to the palace and protect her with your very life. There is much to explain but it is not my story to tell. All will be reveled tonight your majesty. I must go. Thank you Prince Zander.” Jenkins said, pressing a slip of paper into Zan’s hand and running out of his study. In the blink of an eye, Jenkins was gone.

“Wait Jenkins, what is going on?” Zan called out to him.

“All will be reveled tonight,” was all he heard.

Zan looked at the Lark St. address and committed it to memory. Vivian needed him and no matter how weird this all seemed, he would bend over backwards for her.

TBC…

Part 8

“Victoria, I hope you are ready, Lord Penburton is early,” Charles called into her room.

“I am not going!” Victoria screamed. Her father had tossed a dress into her room earlier and told her to wear it. She put it in the fireplace and had the pleasure of watching it burn.

“Yes you are. Get out here right this instant.” Charles bellowed through the door. He was ridiculously drunk at the moment, and extremely volatile. Victoria came to the door. “Where is your dress?”

“It met an untimely accident with the fireplace.” Victoria hissed.

“That was your mother’s dress.” Charles cried out.

“Then I’m glad I destroyed it rather than disgracing it.” Victoria moved to slam the door in his face when he reached out and stopped it. His gun was in his hand again and it was pointed towards Charlie’s room.

“You have 2 choices Victoria. Get into Penburton’s coach without anymore fuss, or I swear I’ll shoot Charlie.” Charles threatened.

“He’s your own son!” Victoria screamed in horror. Her father really was a monster.

“I don’t give a crap about the little welp, but so help me Victoria, if you disobey me again, I’ll kill him with my bare hands.” Charles told her.

“Tell Penburton I’ll be down in a minute,” was all Victoria said.

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Victoria climbed into the coach and sat as far away as possible from the other occupant. She could only see his outline, but she was sure it was Penburton.

“I hope you are happy you vile bottom feeder. I am here, let’s get this masquerade on with.” Victoria told him in a voice seething with menace.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever been called a vile bottom feeder before, especially when I was rescuing someone.” Zan said to the woman who had just entered the coach. She sounded just like Vivian.

“Zan?” Victoria gasped. How did Zan get her address or know to come get her tonight. It was impossible that Zan, the one answer to her prayers in this situation would have thought to come to her tonight.

“Vivian?” Zan questioned her. He had seen a blonde woman enter the carriage but being this close to her, his senses recognized Vivian instantly. Her voice, her scent, her posture, everything indicated that the woman sharing the coach with him was his fiery redheaded obsession. She filled his days and haunted his nights, especially after the ball. One kiss just wasn’t enough. His entire being reached out to Vivian, like a moth to a light, seeking her passion.

“Yes and No,” was her answer. “How did you find me?”

“Jenkins,” he answered plainly, “Vivian, I’m confused; I thought I was supposed to fetch Victoria Carroll.”

“You did,” she answered.

“But wait, this isn’t making sense.” Zan said, moving to her side of the coach. He reached for her and she let him pull her to him. She was too relived about being saved from Penburton to fight him. She fit so perfectly in his arms. He savored the feeling of having her close again. He didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he had decided to listen to Lord Jenkins, but his fortune had changed and for the better.

“I guess I finally have to stop running and give you the truth.” Victoria sighed. She had dreaded this moment from the beginning of their acquaintance. She knew deep down that Zan would be the man who unraveled the mystery of Lady V, whether it would be through good or bad circumstances. Now here he sat, waiting for Victoria to reveal the best kept secret in the galaxy, “My name is Victoria Rebecca Carroll and the red head you have been chasing after is Vivian St. James, my stage persona.”

“Really?” Zan asked. “So you and Vivian are one and the same.” He hadn’t been expecting that, but then again, Vivian was too over the top to be real. Sure he liked her attitude and outlandish antics, but he knew that somewhere inside it was an act, covering the person within. Here before him sat the real thing, his real dream woman. She had been under his nose all along. She had been so close all this time.

“Minus the red hair.” Victoria slightly joked. She could feel him pull her closer, wrapping his strong arms and his heady masculine scent around her, making her feel safe.

“Then I guess I should be honest with you. I’ve always liked blondes better.” Zan said moving her long blonde tresses to the side so he could kiss her neck. Victoria sighed and allowed Zan to make her feel loved and wanted. He had the ability to rob her completely of all coherent thought and leave behind only thoughts of him. Zan spun her around and sat her in his lap, maneuvering her so she was straddling him. He put his hands on both sides of her face and pulled her down for a tender and heart-wrenching kiss.

Victoria sighed into his mouth and that gave him the access he needed to deepen the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, coaxing her own reaction. Victoria melted into his kiss, pressing her body closer to his hard, warm one. Zan pulled her tighter to him with his strong arms and crushed her mouth to his, the kiss becoming demanding and passionate.

Victoria met him with intensity. She was being swept away on a firestorm and Zan was supplying the fuel for the fire. She had never kissed or been kissed like this by anyone. She felt his hands move up her sides and at first she tensed, but his drugging kisses and soft touches relaxed her.

She felt his hand lightly brush her breast and her gasp of pleasure was like music to his ears. Victoria arched her aroused body into his touch as his kiss kept her just enough off balance that he could bend her to his will. His large hand cupped her cloth covered breast perfectly. It wasn’t enough for him, he wanted to feel her skin, feel her body react to his. He was going up in flames just holding her close like this.

He reached behind her and undid the ties to her dress, and slowly peeled the front away, leaving her full breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes had long adjusted to the limited light in the coach and now he could see her tempting body easily.

His hands caught her breasts as his mouth recaptured her lips for a kiss that left her breathless. She was dying from the sweet torment of his touch. His rough male hands scraped across her aroused nipples and caused sensations in her body she never knew existed. Zan started trailing kisses down her snow white skin, sucking on her neck and left a trail of markings that couldn’t possibly be confused as anything but possession.

Zan slowly kissed his way to her exposed breasts, capturing a hard nipple in his mouth. Victoria moaned at the sensual contact. Her insides were on fire, but the hottest burning heat was between her legs. She could feel the moisture gathering, but she wasn’t sure why. All she knew was that she needed relief from the firestorm of emotions crashing through her body.

Zan could feel the tension in her body and reveled in the fact that he had the power to bring her to such a fevered pitch. He could feel the heat radiating off her feminine core, scorching his already pulsing flesh. He moved a slow had up her under her long skirts and along her soft thigh. Victoria arched into his touch, not knowing what she was asking for but asking for it none the less.

Long male fingers came into tentative contact with Victoria’s wet core and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She knew this was wrong, she knew they should stop, but she couldn’t have stopped them even if she wanted to. Both of them were too far gone in a sensual haze, feeding the other’s mounting passion.

Zan pushed first one finger and then a second into her trembling body and began a slow stroke that had her body rocking in response, finding his rhythm. His thumb found her little pleasure button as he recaptured her lips and sent her crashing over the edge of her orgasm. Victoria’s little answering sighs and rush of wetness made Zan lightheaded and needy. He had felt her barrier and smiled at the thought of actually being the first to touch her. He had no such illusions when it concerned Vivian, but knowing that Victoria was pure was refreshing as well as sobering. He knew they needed to stop, or he would rob her of the one real dignity she could still claim.

Victoria relaxed in his arms, resting her head on his chest, trying to catch her breath and regain a sense of reality. Zan had just rocked her entire universe and had achieved that with a single touch. At that thought, she tensed. Zan could tell her innocence and she was sure he found her lacking, considering the volume of his experience.

Zan felt her tense and pulled at her chin to bring her face eye level with his. Zan saw her avoiding his eyes and shook her head slightly, causing her to look up at him. Even in the dim light in the coach, he could read the uncertainty in her expression. Zan tenderly smiled at Victoria, his love for her growing in that very moment. She was so pure and good. She was so much better than him and he didn’t deserve a woman like her. She deserved a man who would love and cherish her like she deserved, not a playboy and a rake like him.

“What are you thinking Zan?” Victoria asked. She saw the quickly changing expressions on his face and was sure he was contemplating her inadequacies. Zan wasn’t fooled by her tone. He could hear her uncertainty, and was astonished that she would seek for reassurance from a monster like him.

“I was contemplating how you manage to become more beautiful with each time I see you. I’ve never met a woman more amazing than you and I count myself blessed that you would even grace me with your presence.” Zan told her. His voice was like satin as it flowed over her body. His deep male voice could sooth any problem.

“Thank you for rescuing me tonight.” Victoria said, moving off Zan’s lap and sitting herself next to him. He wrapped a strong arm around her slender shoulders, pulling her into the shelter of his shoulders.

“It was my pleasure, although I must admit I hadn’t expected the twist this evening took.” Zan said, nuzzling her neck and breathing softly against her skin, sending her pulse racing once more. “I wasn’t expecting to pick up a blonde Vivian St. James or a passionate and breathtakingly amazing Victoria Carroll, or to discover that they were one and the same for that matter. For me, it has been a very eventful and enlightening evening.”

“How did you know to come find me?” Victoria asked.

“Lord Jenkins came to me and said that Vivian needed me and I had to pick up Victoria Carroll at 6:30. All I knew was an address and that Vivian needed me. That was all I needed to know.” Zan told her with conviction. Victoria’s slight giggle shocked him, “What do you find so funny my dear?”

“Lord Jenkins.” Victoria giggled. “Jenkins is no lord, but I’m sure he should be considered for Sainthood. He’s our butler and close family friend.” Victoria explained to him.

“Interesting.” Zan mused, “Well, he had me fooled.” Zan smiled in spite of himself. Many of the mysteries of the mysterious Lady V were unraveling themselves this night.

“He always fancied himself a good actor if he could just be given this chance. I’m sure Charlie would have enjoyed the show if he had been there. He is always cracking up at Jenkins’ antics.” Victoria laughed, that is until her statements reminded her of the one thing she had left at home to face her demented father. “Charlie!” she gasped.

TBC…

Part 9

“Who’s Charlie?” Zan asked. She was with someone else, was the first thought that crossed his mind. The jealousy that raged through his body was barely leashed under the surface. How could she lead him on like this?

“Zan, please, we need to turn around and get Charlie.” How could she leave her brother behind? Was she that insensitive? What kind of a person was she, to just leave her poor defenseless brother at the mercy of her monster of a father while she spent the evening being romanced by the prince?

“I am not going back.” Zan said sternly. He would not turn around to pick up some other suitor, no matter where he was. He wasn’t some taxi service and she needed to get it into her head that she was his, not anyone else’s.

“Please Zan, we have to turn around and get Charlie. There is no telling what Charles will do when he discovers I didn’t go with Penburton.” Victoria pleaded.

“Wait a minute. Just how many different men were you planning on spending your evening with Victoria?” Zan asked. This was utterly unbelievable. She several different men lined up for the evening, he just happened to get the luck of the draw and pick her up first.

“What?” Victoria asked.

“First you want me to turn around to get some guy named Charlie and then you start talking about Lord Penburton. Just how many dates do you have Ms. Carroll?” Zan accused her. Victoria sat there in shock for several minutes. “Answer me Victoria.”

“Zan, Charlie is my brother.” Victoria explained to him. What was his problem? He was overreacting.

“Well, then what about Penburton. Where does he fall into this?” Zan asked. He knew he shouldn’t have used such a harsh tone, but jealously was a dangerous beast raging inside him and he hadn’t quite gotten it under control yet.

“Well, if you must know, Penburton was the reason I was in need of your rescuing. Once again, my father had successfully gambled away the money Vivian St. James worked for night after night and when he ran out of things to bargain with, he promised Penburton me to absolve all his debts. He planned on picking me up at 7 this evening.” Victoria explained. She could see Zan visibly relax and then automatically tense all in the span of a few seconds as she went over her tale.

“Your father gambled you?” Zan asked. This was unbelievable. What kind of a man would gamble away his own daughter?

“My hand in marriage to be exact and Penburton planned on collecting at the end of the week.” She told him.

“And why on earth would you go along with something like this? I can’t imagine a sensible woman like you just agreeing to this.” Zan questioned her.

“Of course I’m against this, but I don’t have much of a choice with my father pointing a loaded gun towards my 12 year old brother’s room, threatening to shoot him.” Victoria replied, “Charlie is the only reason I became Vivian St. James. My father gave up after my mother died and it has been my responsibility to raise Charlie, keep a roof over our heads and food on our table. Please Zan, Charlie is just a little boy. He’s never understood why his father hates him and why he doesn’t have a mother like all the other kids. Charles is probably taking his anger out on Charlie as we speak. Without me there, the only thing standing between father and Charlie is Jenkins. Oh god and Penburton will be there too. Zan, please turn around!” She was on her hands and knees in the carriage, begging like she was pleading for her very life.

Zan looked down at the angelic face of the woman who had some how stolen his heart and he could do nothing other than cater to her every whim. Zan would move heaven and earth to please this one human being, the first human being to ever affect him in this way in his entire life. Many women had come and gone, passing like ships through his open sea of life, none of them ever successfully docking, not even Zena. Now the woman before him had taken over his entire being and he wanted nothing more than to take the worry and strain she had struggled through for years off her shoulders and relieve her burden.

Against all of his better judgment, he ordered that the coach be turn around and he gathered a crying Victoria off the floor and into his lap, so he could kiss her breathless.


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KNOCK KNOCK!

“Jenkins get the door, would you.” Charles slurred. The minute the door had closed behind Victoria, Charles put the gun down and crawled into the closest whiskey bottle. He was so drunk; he didn’t dare bother get up.

KNOCK KNOCK!

“Jenkins, get the God Damn door!” Charles hollered. He listened and heard no one stirring to get the front entrance. “What the hell Jenkins? Aren’t you the frigging butler?!” Charles stumbled into the front foyer and looked around. His vision was blurred, but he could still see that Jenkins was no where in the room. Charles reached for the door when it was wrenched open. Charles looked up into a face he dreaded. “Penburton, what brings you back so fast?”

“Back?” Penburton asked. “I have yet to arrive Carroll and I don’t appreciate being left at your door to wait out in the cold like this. I think I’m being exceptionally courteous and understanding with you Carroll. Don’t make me regret my decision to let you go for the money you owe me. Now, where is Victoria? We are already late for the buffet at Lady Bell’s ball.” Penburton stalked into the house, looking around the room for his date.

“You already left with Victoria, Penburton. She got into your coach over a half hour ago.” Charles told him.

“No, she did not Carroll. I was not here half an hour ago.” Penburton corrected him. Penburton wasn’t in the mood for games, especially not with drunk idiots like Carroll.

“I saw her get into your coach!” Charles yelled in a drunken rage. Something wasn’t right here and he was praying that it wasn’t him.

“No, she didn’t, or else I wouldn’t be wasting time here with you Carroll.” Penburton bellowed. Talking to Charles was getting him no where fast.

“That little witch!!!” Charles yelled. He took off up the stairs and bounded for Charlie’s room, flinging the door open. The sight of the empty room had Charles screaming in rage.

“What the hell Carroll? Where is Victoria?” Penburton had followed him up the stairs and found the empty room, but not the significance.

“She’s gone Penburton. She left, but she thought she was leaving with you, unless it was all an act. Why that conniving little witch!” Charles started mumbling. Half of it wasn’t making sense and Penburton was having trouble deciphering just what was going on.

“She’s gone?” Penburton asked, “You mean to tell me you let her get into someone else’s coach and just slip away like a ghost. You bumbling fool! I knew I should have killed you instead of accepting your harlot of a daughter in return.” he yelled, grabbing Charles by the collar and dragging him off his feet. Penburton stood at an impressive 6’2” and he towered over Charles, who was 5’8” at best.

“I’d refrain from calling Ms. Carroll such things in my presence Penburton.” Zan bellowed up the stairs. With the front door open, neither of the bickering men noticed Zan entering.

“Prince Zan,” Penburton dropped Charles on the ground and quickly bowed to the prince, “I’m sorry you overheard my temperamental ranting. I was merely frustrated over my lady’s constant spurning.”

“If I was Lady Carroll, I’d spurn you till I turned blue in the face,” Zan jabbed, insulting Penburton right to his face. There were some benefits to being the prince, and one of those was being able to say what you wanted and not receive any recourse.

“Funny, your majesty,” Penburton hated Zan. He hated him for his power, position, attitude, and charm. Zan could get away with practically anything and his casual demeanor set his teeth on edge. He turned to look at Charles, “I am here for Victoria. Find her quickly so we may leave.”

“That won’t be happening. Victoria is no longer of your concern Penburton.” Zan told him.

“She is my intended and I marry her at the end of the week. I have the appropriate licenses if you wish to fight it.” Penburton challenged.

“You can flash all the papers you want, but they don’t mean a thing to me. Victoria is mine, and as my right of prince, I claim her as my betrothed and future princess of Antar. I’ve come here to collect Charlie and Jenkins and then I will leave you gentlemen to your squabbles.” Zan proclaimed and then brushed them off.

“You can’t do that. I won, I mean I asked for Victoria first and her father consented, didn’t you Carroll?” Penburton said looking down at Charles. Charles hastily shook his head and gulped deeply, cowering next to Penburton.

“Consent or no, I am the Prince of Antar and Victoria is mine. There is nothing you can do to challenge my claim, for my word is law. I want Charlie and Jenkins. Find them quickly.” Zan commanded them, using every ounce of his princely authority.

“They aren’t here, your highness.” Charles squeaked.

“Excuse me?” Zan asked.

“They aren’t here.” he replied again, weakly.

“I am not in the mood for lies Carroll. I am already seething with anger over your very existence for what you did to Victoria. Do not push my temper further.” Zan warned.

“He doesn’t lie, we can’t locate them your highness.” Penburton added.

“I will send my private guard in behind me, and when they find Charlie and Jenkins, they will arrest both of you for obstructing the process of the prince. I am taking Victoria home to the palace where she will be safe from monsters like you. Good evening gentlemen,” Zan said, stepping out of the way so his guards could move into the house and search. Zan exited the home and climbed back into the coach. Victoria was pressed against the door in an attempt to hear what was going on. She nearly fell out of the coach and into his arms.

TBC…