Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story)
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Someday My Prince Will Come
A romance novel
by
Sarah faith
COPYRIGHT
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real
persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. To the extent any
real names of individuals, locations, or organizations are included in the book, they are
used fictitiously and not intended to be taken otherwise.
Copyright © 2013 by Arthur sarah faith
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I would like to dedicate this book to the soul of my beloved husband my you rest in peace..
Life without you will be tough but in your memory I will continue living my life as best as I can.
Table of Contents
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 1
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 2
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 3
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 4
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 5
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 6
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 7
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 8
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 9
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 10
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 11
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 12
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 13
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 14
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 15
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 16
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 17
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 18
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 19
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 20
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 21
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 22
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 23
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 24
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 25
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 26
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 27
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 28
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 1
Chapter One
Arianne
Once upon a time...
I was studying. That's how I believe it all started anyway. It was late in the evening, and I was studying for my French test. I know, the language of love, supposedly. Well, for some reason this magical language hasn't done much for me in the last three months.
My name is Arianne and I'm a nineteen year old Harvard student. My major is foreign studies and I literally have absolutely no social life. That's right, no life. Does that seem strange to you? A student who goes to Harvard must be crazy rich and have a million friends, I know. But I'm not like that. I'm here on a volleyball scholarship, not on my daddy's credit card.
My roommate decided to switch dorms the day before college started, so I'm in a room by myself. Having my own room can have its benefits, of course, but that's what I've had my whole life. I wanted a change; for something exciting to happen in my life. So far, no good.
So here I was by myself, two days before my French test studying French Verbs and their conjugation, when a knock sounded at my dorm room door. Being alone in the room, I sighed and slowly made my way toward the knocking. I figured that if anyone was misfortunate enough to see me, then they definitely couldn't be that important.
I reached for the doorknob and opened the door, apparently abruptly because the young man who stood before me seemed to jump a little. As he looked at me I noticed something about his person that made me feel very nervous. Like, he was on edge so in turn, I was on edge as well. I was just about to scoff at his jumpiness when a ringing thought clicked in my head. There's a guy at my dorm room door
For the first time, I let my gaze go into 'focus mode' on his face. To say it simply, that was the biggest mistake, and yet the best decision of my life. Standing before me stood the most delectable, most delicious, savvy, gorgeous man that I had ever seen in my days on planet earth.
Sub-consciously, my ears heard someone ask if there was something I could do for him. Sub-consciously, I felt my head spinning and sub-consciously, I heard more than felt, my heart pumping against my fragile eardrums. Sub-consciously, I heard him answering me and then I did it. I did the most stupid and ridiculous, annoying and absolutely the most amazing thing ever I looked into his eyes. And I mean really looked.
Like a forest, the deep green pools with occasional random brown speckles, completely overtook me. It was all that I could see, hear; feel. Those eyes, still sub-consciously being stared at, seemed to kidnap me into their depths and I felt that I was gone, for sure. They were insanely intruiging.
To this very day, I don't understand how I managed to find my way out of that jungle, but after about two seconds, I snapped out of the trance he forced on me, and directed my attention on what he said. I almost cried in embarrassment when I realized that I had missed everything that he had just spoken. Feeling my cheeks burning at the stake with a crimson red, I shook my head slightly and asked him to repeat himself. It was then that a Forest Fire emerged from his lips as he smiled at me; oh, such a dizzying action.
"I said," He repeated slowly, as if to make sure I didn't miss a single word this time, "I'm Freddie. And I was told that I was going to be staying here; room 154?"
Again, my trance was lifted and I smiled in return, even laughing a little. It ended up sounding more like a burp or a hiccup then an actual giggle, but believe me; a giggle IS what I was going for!
"I think you're a little confused," I said, stifling a laugh. "This is room number one-hundred and fifty-three." I grinned at Freddie again and pointed at the number on my door. "See?" I asked pathetically as his eyes followed my pointed finger.
I dropped my hand and shoved it into my pocket stiffly. I don't know what was going on but for some reason, my body was out of control as soon as this door opened. It was like he was a negative charge and I was a positive; like I wanted him to be right next to me but there was an obvious resistance.
Freddie's light brown hair was neatly combed into a perfect Faux-hawk, and the cut of his hair seemed to somehow outline his wide, masculine jaw perfectly. Following the jaw, came broad, strong shoulders and a casual grey/blue t-shirt with a subtle black leather jacket covering it. His jeans were tattered and dark, very dark blue, and he was wearing old, tattered converse. All in all, his appearance nearly took my breath away and I found myself removing my hand from my pocket, and onto my stomach. I felt as if the wind inside of me was forcefully knocked out by his green eyes.
Face blank, Freddie stared at the door number for almost a second longer and then looked at me. His face suddenly broke out into another heart-wrenching smile, and he shifted nervously. "Well what do you know, it sure is, isn't it?"
"Yup," I offered, still pathetically and couldn't help but notice the tall man with dark sunglasse
s that stood right behind Freddie. He wore a dress shirt along with dress pants and quite frankly he looked like a bodyguard of some sort.
Suddenly recovering from his awkwardness, Freddie loosened up and smiled apologetically.
"Well, my fault, I apologize," he said suavely.
"It's all good," I replied, making sure he knew I forgave him. I suddenly had a feeling that it would be hard to deny this man forgiveness to anything.
"I guess I'll be seeing you around then, huh?" he said. I noted the tinge of hope fullness in his masculine voice, but shook off this feeling as a dog would water.
"Guess so," I said laughing. I bit my lip, nervously and then suddenly realized that he didn't have any luggage with him. Before he could walk away, "Hey, where's all your stuff?" I wanted to take it back the minute I said it. I lowered my eyes to the floor and mentally punched myself for being such a nut-head.
Freddie looked at the ground behind him quickly. I wondered what he was doing. "Actually, I think I must have left it all in the lim-uh- truck. All in the truck, yeah. It's there."
I smiled cheerfully. Something about this man really wanted to make me laugh. One minute he seemed so confident; the next, nothing but a nervous wreck. I wondered why
"Well, welcome to Harvard, Freddie," I offered, still smiling.
"Thanks. See ya."
"Okay." I said, as nonchalantly as possible. "Bye." Slowly but surely, I then closed the door. Away from his presence, away from his smile, and most importantly, away from his eyes. The door closed and I leaned against it, breath coming fast. I could still feel my heart beating. It was practically banging around in there like drums for goodness sakes! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. One of my bangs had fallen into my eyes and I somewhat shyly reached up and placed it back where it belonged, as the thought of his presence still lingered in my mind.
This had never happened to me before. Usually whenever I was around guys, I was confident and sometimes, even one of them. I could make jokes like them, laugh like them, and talk like them, heck even walk like them, but around this this man I could hardly talk, my laugh sounded like hiccups, my legs felt like jello and my heart beat wildly from within. Maybe I was coming down with something.
I was about to make my way back to my boring desk, when another knock sounded at my door. Hey, this is a record, two people in a matter of five minutes? I must be dreaming!
Slightly confused I opened the door again and, this time, it was my turn to jump a little. Standing before me was Freddie, again but his manner seemed to change in five seconds. He was grinning again and he looked somewhat shy all of a sudden. I looked at his face, not his eyes mind you, and waited for him to tell me what was up.
"Hey again," he lamely offered.
"Hi. Did you forget something?" My smile must have broken his shyness, because all at once he seemed more at ease.
"Actually yes, I did."
"Oh?" I asked, wondering what on earth
"I forgot to to ask your name." Freddie broke me out of my thinking and as soon as I heard this, I smiled. I felt my cheeks aflame again and told him, while laughing, "I'm Arianne."
He grinned at this, as if excited by the mere mention of my name. "Well I'm"
"Freddie," I cut him off, still grinning. "I know. You told me remember?"
"Yes. I do. Now I mean I remembered before but, um" He seemed nervous again. This man was definitely entertaining.
I looked at the floor and blushed. Here I was, making a fool out of myself in front of this guy again. This never happened! I must have looked retarded because, suddenly, Freddie waved his hand and walked away.
I shut the door on him for the second time that day and wondered what he thought of me. Slowly, dreamily, happier than I had been in months (for some reason) I made my way back to my desk. Sitting down with a flop, I decided that I needed to concentrate on my studying. That was the only way I would get a decent grade but something, somewhere inside of me were banging cymbals, and I couldn't concentrate. The sound they made? Freddie.
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 2
Frederick
Walking up the stairs in the co-ed Harvard dorm excited me, but at the same time, I felt longings of home dripping into my heart, mind; soul. I quickly wiped them away, and made my way to room number 154. This place looked decent enough. I had, of course, heard many great things about it and was anxious to get settled in. I'd had a long couple of days.
As I approached the room, I became quite anxious and suddenly stopped in my tracks. Jameson, my body guard, almost ran into me and quickly, but quietly asked me what was wrong.
"Nothing," I said hurriedly. "Well, no I can't say that honestly. I just feel I feel strange." With that, I turned to Jameson, who was a good five inches taller than my height of 6'1. "Have you ever felt excited for something and nervous about it at the same time? You want to just walk up to that door, knock and announce your presence, but you're scared to say it? I've never felt like this before, Jameson. In all my years of watching my parents rule, going to grand balls, and giving little speeches in front of my entire country, I can't seem to muster up the courage to enter a new life." I shook my head and put my hand to my forehead. "Something must be wrong with me."
Jameson put his large hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be fine, Prince Frederick,"
My head snapped up to look at him.
"Er, excuse me, Freddie it's not easy adjusting. It's not your fault; living in royalty can sometimes burden you. And plus, I'll be right here watching you 24/7, so there's nothing that's going to happen. I make that promise to you."
My gaze on his face softened and I smiled nervously. Even though I would be staying in this room alone; we arranged it before I came here to ensure absolute safety, Jameson was here to plant some bugs and cameras in the living space.
The thought did reassure me so I turned abruptly and made my way to a few doors down, number 154. I looked to both my right and my left, and then knocked on the door, desperately trying to make it seem like I was a new student and would be waiting for my room mate to answer.
I turned to my bodyguard, after checking the halls twice. I knocked again, just to be sure that I looked confused. I hoped it was working. Something inside of me twitched as I realized that I probably looked like a fool right about now.
Jameson seemed amused by my actions and I heard him chuckle from behind me, but I ignored it. I was just about to knock again, when the door opened. It startled me a little and I felt myself jump. At first, the shame of a grown man jumping at a door overtook me tremendously, and then confusion followed when it clicked in my brain that there wasn't supposed to be anyone here. But then, when I saw that woman the angelic figure whose deep hazel eyes came looking up at me, her long slender legs clad in black running shorts, and her soft brown hair, pulled back into a messy bun, I felt all the more shamed. It was like I wasn't good enough in her presence.
I had seen countless beautiful women in my day, all dolled up with loads of makeup and jewelry, in fancy dresses and beautiful accents, but none of them, and I mean not one of those women seemed beautiful in
comparison to this creature standing before me. Sub-consciously, I heard myself rambling off something about my name, and hoped I didn't introduce myself as a prince. I somewhat gained composure and told her I was supposed to be living there when she suddenly shook her head slightly and asked, "What?"
For some reason, her confused manner seemed to calm me down, and I took this opportunity to start out right.
"I said," slowing my words down, "I'm Freddie. And I was told that I was going to be staying here; room 154?"
"I think you're a little bit confused. This is room number one-hundred and fifty-three. See?" The beautiful woman lifted her slender, muscular arm up and pointed at the door number. When the number connected to my brain, I felt like the stupidest person alive. How could I have made such a ridiculous mistake? I stared at the number as if it would attack me for a second more, and then
looked back to the girl. She was smiling, and I saw her eyes twinkle.
For some reason, she made me feel nervous and confident at the same time. I decided to say, before looking like a complete idiot, "Well what do you know; it sure is, isn't it?"I stumbled daftly.
I saw the girl look at Jameson with her big hazel eyes and I figured that he was no doubt staring at her vividly through his dark glasses. I felt relieved that her attention wasn't on me, for the moment. It gave me time to regain my composure.
"Well, my fault, I apologize," I said, somewhat suavely.
"It's all good," she replied, almost hurriedly.
"I…guess I'll be seeing you around then, huh?" I asked lamely, but the truth was, I really hoped that I would see her around. Something about her intrigued me, and this was strange since I had just now lain eyes on her.
"Guess so," she laughed. She bit her lip, as if trying not to laugh at my stupidity and awkward behavior. "Hey, where's all your stuff?" she suddenly piped up. As soon as she voiced this, however, she seemed to retreat back to being shy.
I looked at the ground quickly. What to say, what to say? I couldn't very well tell her that I had been forced out of my country by escape and therefore, didn't have any time to pack, so instead I babbled, "Actually, I think I must have left it all in the lim-uh- truck. All in the truck, yeah. It's…there." How stupid. I almost told her I came here in a limo.