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James cares for his country. But he worries about Isobel and that stirred something inside of him which could stir something bigger in the country.


(It is set in the olden days incase that isn't clear in my writing haha, not quite sure what year, but somewhere waaaaay far back like in the 1400s :D)

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"You have to speak to me, Isobel." he says after a while of me sitting in silence, staring away from him with my arms crossed.

I stay quiet. He sighs, moving closer to me.

"Just because we are touching does not mean I'll go all gooey eyed and love you." I scowl. "I'm not one of those girls."

He smiles at me, not an arrogant one, just a genuine one. "I know you're not. I really do."

I can't help but smile a little sad smile. I turn to face him again, realising it's stupid for me to be mad at him. I'm still worried and sad about my family but I don't have to take it out on James.

"Fine." I say weakly smiling. "Alright. What do you want me to say?"

He turns to fully face me, his arm draped over one of his legs; not a royal look at all, but he seems happy. "Who was that boy?"

"Elijah." I say.

He laughs. "Oh Elijah, of course." he says sarcastically. "Who is Elijah?"

I glance down at my feet, smiling to myself. Of course I know that there is nothing happening with Elijah and I, but James doesn't and it's quite amusing to see his reaction.

"Oh Elijah..." I say, stifling a laugh.

"Is Elijah your love?" James asks, trying to sound casual but he sounds anxious. 

I can't help but splutter out a laugh because the idea of sweet, scruffy Elijah being the love of my life is too ridiculous.

"What?" James demands, laughing too.

"Elijah is just my best friend. I have known him since we were young." I explain.

"Ah." James has a light in his eye. "So it wouldn't break poor Elijah's heart if I did this?"

He leans in to kiss me and I let it happen, though he is still wary. He slowly puts his hand on the back of my neck, his other hand on my cheek. Scooting a little bit closer, he gives me a look that says "Is this alright?" and I smile at him. He smiles back and kisses me. I don't mind this in the slightest. I mean, forgetting he is the Prince, we are both teenagers and young. He's right, we should have fun.

I sit forwards a bit more, kissing him back when suddenly, the carriage stops. We've arrived at the palace.

James sighs. "Perfect timing, right there."

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