Alejandro didn't bother with me again, which I was eternally thankful for. The taco was all that I could have hoped for and more, and then the next day we were off again. Such a life full of rushing, never stopping to smell the flowers. Or to be trampled by bulls.

This time we didn't take a car but neither a plane. From Pamplona back to the Royal Palace in Madrid, we took a train. I had never been on a train before so it was truly a first experience. The train ride was three hours long, which was two hours less than if we took the car so I had to be thankful. Alejandro was silent for most of the trip, chewing on snacks he had acquired for us beforehand. I could tell his arm was bugging him and the only explanation he offered me was that a bull had stepped on him when he tripped. If that was the case, and by the amount of blood that I had seen on him, was his arm not broken?

Speaking of which, my hand had been acting up recently because of all the unnoticeable attention I had given it. I had gotten the contact which my Doctor gave me and told Alejandro about it. He called me an appointment for the next day, seeing as the man was near Madrid. Hopefully when we went to the hospital then Alejandro would be smart and have his arm checked out. That was what I hoped, anyway.

The train ride might have been long but it went through the country side and I enjoyed examining all of the scenery I missed from being in a plane. It was a beautiful country, and I wouldn't mind coming back in the future. Just not for two weeks with a single prince who couldn't tell the difference between whispering and yelling.

But I think we passed the 'acquaintances' phase and I could call him my friend. Strangers don't make you question your sexuality.

"Is this the last time I get to see the scenery?" I suddenly asked, turning to Alejandro in question. He considered the thought for a second before slowly nodding.

"Yeah... tomorrow we'll be in town and the day after that is the state ceremony. Day after that you'll be back in the United Kingdom. After everything that's happened, it's weird to think that you'll almost be going back," I nodded, completely agreeing. I felt a little saddened by the thought. At the beginning I was completely against the entire Spain trip but now that I made a friend, I'm a little sceptical to leave. I had expected to spend two boring weeks with someone I would grow to dislike and return home feeling the same way. Now I wasn't so sure anymore.

I had feelings for Sarina. How did I not realize that?

My thought was that Alejandro's words just haunted me and these feelings are guilt-induced. It might even only be a crush and that I was overthinking myself. But the feeling that I feel when I stare at my phone, waiting for Sarina to just send me a text, that wasn't fake. I was heads over heels for her.

I feel that I couldn't supress my feelings no matter how much I wanted to.

"Max?" I suddenly chirped, straightening out in my seat on the train. The car was fairly empty, so I had no worries about my actions.

"Yes?"

"I think I like Sarina," I admitted. I must say, having said it out loud, it didn't feel like I was lying to myself. It felt like it was a fact that was integrated into my very soul. I wondered when these feelings had begun. Had I subconsciously cheated on Caleb? Maybe we were even then.

"I know," he answered with a sly grin, making me roll my eyes.

"When did you figure it out?" I inquired, curious.

"The first evening when you arrived in Spain when you called her. You didn't look at her like you'd look at a friend,"

"It's because I trust her," I reasoned.

"But is that really all?" I sighed.

"I've only just figured it out, and you're telling me that you figured out by one little video call. You are truly a monster," he laughed at my words, not able to contain himself.

"So what are you going to do? Ask her out?" I sighed deeply and brought my feet up onto the bench, tugging my knees under my chin.

"No. It wouldn't be appropriate,"

"Appropriate? Since when do you care about something like that? You punched your cheating boyfriend and fractured your hand," I rolled my words, subconsciously wincing at the sting my hand felt. It really hurt, probably from exhaustion. I should have been more careful with it.

"But... what would my parents say?"

"Who cares? You really like her and that's all there is too it. If your parents can't accept you, then they are not worth having you as a daughter," I frowned at his words.

"You are aware that you are talking about the King and Queen of the United Kingdom, right?" I questioned, sceptical. He nodded with certainty.

"Of course. And you can't tell me that there hasn't been something that they've done that hasn't been totally unjust, right? Your boring hair proves that," it felt like a sting to me, my hand instinctively moving towards my mediocre locks. "See? Soon enough you will have the authority to make change, so don't get intimidated. Do what you feel is right, because it is the right thing to do," I nodded slowly, comprehending the words he was spouting. These were the wise words form someone who knew what he was talking about.

"But... she's not like that," I suddenly realized, muttering my worries.

"Who, Sarina? Please! That girl is as gay as it gets," I turned towards him with question. "She's had her eyes on you even before you did, I can tell. How did you meet again?" it suddenly struck me. She had said that she suddenly decided to meet me, but why would she act on such impulsiveness? Was it because she had her eyes for me?

She did so much trouble to get to meet me, having Molly find out about the open class and Sarina doing all that effort to just come and see me. But if she did like me, then how must she have felt when I was all lovey-dovey with Caleb? She must have felt crushed. All of her evening talks and her sceptical advice. All of her warnings about Caleb and her instinct to protect me. The moonlight dancing and the dinner party. The way we laid on my bed, staring into each other's eyes like there would be no tomorrow. How I felt when she kissed my forehead and her reaction when I had suddenly kissed her cheek.

I felt tears slipping but this time I didn't stop them.

"I have to get back to her," I felt myself saying, and soon Alejandro had his arms wrapped around me for support. He patted my back comfortingly as I teared up, wetting his chest. Ian and the other security men in the room all unanimously left to give us space, Ian shooting me a soft look. Had he also known about my feelings for Sarina? Was I the last one to realize them?

"You really do like this girl, don't you?" I nodded, and for the first time in a long time, I knew that I wasn't lying about how I felt.

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"This is a genius plan!"

"That is what you said last time and what happened with that again? Oh right. You vandalized Dad's jet!" Bartholomew rolled his eyes at his overreacting brother. They had finally been ungrounded after the stunts they pulled at the dinner party and could now move around freely once more.

"That we did out of frustration, but this one is out of... pleasantries? Because of our caring nature? Whatever. We know where we can find Sarina so we just have to get her to agree to the plan," Bartholomew said with an evil glint, rubbing his hands together like an evil mastermind. Cornelius shook his head in concern.

"Why do you call it a plan? It makes it sound so much worse than it actually is,"

"Whatever. Melanie was totally upset after what happened, and I am ninety-nine percent sure that this will make her feel better when she gets back," Bartholomew said with a nod, pacing around the room while pretending to hold a pipe in his hand.

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, it might have been better if we did not do everything at the nick of time! She will be back in two days! We have to hurry then, and with Ian in another country, it means we have to employ Rodgers to work with us," Cornelius said, thinking to their bodyguard. He was a little harder to convince than Melanie's, but was still trustworthy.

"Then let's go," Cornelius looked to his other half in shock.

"What, now?!"

"Yes, now! You said we have to hurry, so let's hurry!" Bartholomew grabbed his brother by the wrist and forcefully dragged him from their room, not caring at all that they were not appropriately dressed to roam the palace halls. The Royal Guards did nothing, having gotten used to the boys' crazy behaviour. With them being grounded for the past two weeks, it was even worse because of their permanent staying in the palace. They had once stolen the King's crown and got quite in trouble for it, especially since everyone was tense with the planning of the Princess's coming of age state celebration.

"Rodger!" the boys neared where they knew their bodyguard worked in the palace, the guard turning at their request. Being a bodyguard, he was allowed to break the immobilized rule when their master calls for them.

"Highnesses? What is the matter?" he questioned in bewilderment.

"Please, can you take us to the gym again?" curious but understanding, Rodger agreed after hearing their plan. Last time they brought Sarina to the palace and that day had ended up with a happy Melanie and a new friend to the crown. Whatever they were planning with the girl, it would be for the wellbeing of the Princess.

The twins had no idea that Melanie and Sarina had feelings for each other, it didn't even occur to them. All that they knew was that Melanie's first friend turned out to be a cheating jerk and her second friend was most possibly the best person she could've befriended in the world, no matter how contradicting they were in nature. Melanie was still upset about what had happened to her, and the twins were struck with a genius way to make her feel better. Naturally, it required her dearest friend.

Already sensing a pattern, the twins realized that they might come into contact with Sarina quite often. They might as well try to befriend her.