We were barely on our way back to the palace after merely escaping the paparazzi's flashes when a phone began to ring. I knew it wasn't one of mine -yes I had multiple, all for my safety- because there was no room in my dress, much less in my bra to place them so I looked over at Ian.

He quickly pulled out his phone and then frowned before putting it on speaker.

"Put it on the loudspeaker so Charlotte can hear me as well," my mothers voice filtered through and I frowned. Why was she calling?

"You already are," was all that he answered back and then the scolding began.

"They thing you're pregnant Charlotte." I gasped and Ian spit out the gulp of champagne he had served himself before the call all over the seats. "Your little fainting spell made everyone think you are pregnant and that that was the only reason you married Ian. See what you have done? You're putting new things into the-"

I ended the call and turned off the phone. Ian just stared at the dead electronic with wide eyes and I just sighed. Oh dear.... Could this get any worse?

Another phone began to ring and we both looked to the one connected to the limo. I quickly placed a hand on top of Ian's when he went to go reach for it and shook my head. "No. Please don't. I don't want to hear her voice right now."

"But we have to know about this! We have to fix it! They think you are pregnant and with my child!?!?" He exploded as his hand tightened underneath mine.

"Our parents will fix this. I know my mother won't let this go any further. We know the truth, and that is the only thing that matters. Please trust me."

He pulled his hand away from mine and looked out his window. I sighed, looked out mine and then not even a few moments later I was stepping out of the limo to more flashes.

"Is it true you're pregnant Princess Charlotte?" Someone yelled as we made our way to the entrance.

"How do you feel about becoming a father Prince Ian?" Another person yelled and I felt his hand behind my back stiffen. I quickly looked at him without moving my face and saw a harden look on his. I quickly looked away and put on a fake smile as our private guests began to come to us.

"Are the rumors real?" One of the ladies that was with the group asked. Everyone gasped and she just shrugged as she took a sip of her champagne. "What? It's whats on everyones mind but you are to scared to ask."

I gave her a short glare before shaking my head and accepting a flute from the waitress that was passing by. "No I'm not pregnant. I just had low blood sugar from not eating."

"Sure," the same woman murmured and I narrowed my eyes at her. I chugged down the champagne in one gulp and then stole Ian's before he could even drink it. Without another word, I chugged that one down as well, gave her a tight but short smile and walked away.

"B*tch," I murmured under my breath and Ian began to laugh.

"You want some more?"

"Ugh I'll let you kiss me again if you get me something stronger." I groaned as I eyed the empty glass in my hand.

"Keep the kiss. I'll see what I can do."

I made a couple of rounds, smiling and laughing at the right moments. Ian found me a few minutes later, a glass of white wine and what looked like a gin and tonic in the other. He was already drinking out of the gin, so I didn't have much of a choice but to think the wine was mine.

He handed me the glass and I rolled my eyes as I grabbed it. "I said something stronger."

"We don't want you getting drunk on our wedding day," he laughed from between a tight smile and I sighed. Right. Had to play the part.

"Well thank you." I saw some eyes on us and I kissed his cheek before wiping away the light lipstick stain. He laughed again, wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my head before we went around in a circle.

Not even two couples in, my mother thrusted a plate of small bites in front of me and I looked up at her. "Don't want another child in the oven do we?" I quickly grabbed it and devoured it in minutes. My stomach growled even more and I went to our table to actually get some decent food. The guests could wait. I was starving!

"Woah there! Does someone have the munchies or what?" He laughed as I quickly ate the salmon and the side of asparagus. I swallowed my bite and picked up my glass of wine from the table as someone near us talked.

"It's the baby. She needs to eat more than she wants to."

All the wine on my mouth spewed out at the table and I began to cough my lungs out. I felt multiple hands on my back and after I managed to catch a breath, I looked up to find the culprit.

"Come on let's go to the dance floor. My mother is giving me the look."

I gulped and nodded before getting up. The guests made a path for us and once we were on the dance floor, they surrounded us as the music began. My head was already swimming from the alcohol I had consumed, but I was still sober enough to see what I was doing.

What seemed like twenty dance partners later, I was finally back with Ian and for once I couldn't be happier. "You let me dance with one other guy and I will personally haunt you for the rest of your life," I muttered between my teeth and he blinked rapidly.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Let's go talk to more guests. I know they are dying to hear about our baby news."

"Ugh......" He shuddered and grabbed my hand. We quickly grabbed our desired drinks from the waiter passing by and then began our circle again.

This was sure getting repetitive....

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My head was pounding and I had no idea where I was or what time it even was. My mouth was drier than the Sahara desert and my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. My bed moved underneath me and I groaned before burying my head on my soft and masculine smelling pillow.

Wait.... Masculine smelling?

My eyes snapped open to see a
bare chest rising up and down. As my breathing quickened, I felt two hands tighten around me and then that's when I felt it. I felt everything as I slowly moved and my back scratched the cold sheet above my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Oh god. Please don't tell me.... I peeked down and then quickly looked up as a scream built up in my throat.

Yup. My birthday suit was on at the moment.

I heard Ian groan and move and the scream that was threatening to come out came out. He quickly released me as he sat up, looking everywhere but me. "Huh? What? Who screamed? Gosh why does my head hurt! What happened?"

I quickly got up, wrapping the sheet around my body and his eyes snapped towards me. He quickly noticed my state and his eyes widened before he cursed and ran a hand through his hair. "Pl...... Please tell..... Please tell me we didn't....." He couldn't even finish his sentence. I just looked away and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me as I dropped down to the floor in tears.

I knew we had done it since I was sore in places I had never been sore before. My first time and I was too drunk to even remember any of it. My first time and it was with a man I didn't even love.

What had I done?

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts and I flinched, quickly getting up. "Are you alright?"

I didn't answer. I just turned on the shower to the hottest temperature and got under, not even caring if my skin tingled. I sat down on the quickly warming floor and began to cry again. I cried and cried until my eyes couldn't reproduce any more tears and even then, I just hiccuped. The water was running cold some minutes later, due to the automatic system the shower was designed with so I quickly shut it off.

I stayed in my spot for who knows how long until I got too cold to even bare it. I quickly wrapped a white robe around my tingly body and with trembling fingers, opened the door. The room was empty, the bed was made and there was a tray of food sitting on the table.

I ignored the tray and went straight to the bed, only to stop when I saw a paper in the middle. My hands shook so hard as I picked it up, it took me a few tries to even open it up. When I did manage to do it, I just dropped it at the two words inside of it and began to cry again. I jumped up into the bed, curled up into a little ball and closed my eyes as I rocked myself back and forth.

"Oh god...." I whispered as I slowly cried myself to sleep while the two words haunted me.

I'm sorry.........

I'm sorry........

I'm sorry.

Ok so this was a deep chapter. For anyone asking, no she didn't get r*ped. It will all be explained in the next chapter. Please comment and vote! I don't know if I should continue with this story... I might delete it or put it on hold for a while..... Who knows.... So please comment and vote!! That may change my mind.... Thanks!.....