Kyle walked down the hallway filled with priceless art and lush carpeting. He turned a corner and knocked on the oak door with his gloved hand. "Your Highness, Her Majesty requests your audience." he hollered.

"Alright." replied a muffled voice. The door opened to a blonde man taller than Kyle and dressed in a blue sweater and jeans. "Lead the way, mate." he asked, smiling.

Kyle rolled his eyes and walked, crossing the halls of the famed Buckingham Palace. He knocked on the Queen's tea room door. He opened the door, the blonde man following his move. "The Prince William of Wales, your majesty."

The regal and elderly woman smiled and motioned for him to sit and for Kyle to leave. William sat down upon a couch, noticing that the only beings in the room were he, his grandmother, and his father. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

The Prince of Wales coughed and handed over a magazine. On the cover was a girl who looked like Natalie Portman. But there were little differences. He noticed there wasn't a trace of make-up upon her sweet face. A brilliant and caring smile stared back up at him, only enhanced by the warm brown eyes. Her brown hair was parted to the right in a natural style rather than the neatly combed of her counterparts. Her skin wasn't bronze, but more of a mellow tan just kissed by the sun.

His face became pallid when he saw her wear the land-mine protection. He flipped through the magazine and saw her article that showed pictures of her walking through a land mine and helping the charities. She was petite, a bit over 5 feet, or so he guessed.

"And how does she relate to our business?" he asked, slowly lifting his gaze to his father and grandmother.

They looked at each other. "William, when you were born, your mother and I felt that it would easier to decide a bride for you than wait forever as I did or have you rushed into a marriage." The Prince of Wales started quietly. "I'm getting old and so is your grandmother and England doesn't relaly want old cronies to rule it. We need you to do it. She is the daughter of one of the 5 most richest people in the world. She herself is called the American Princess."

William's eyes clouded. "Why me? Why not Harry?"

"Oh Harry has his own bride." The Prince of Wales replied. "We will tell him when it's necessary. William, she is responsible and down-to-earth and she can connect with the people well."

"Father, this is no different than if you were to pick a girl from out there!" William replied vehemently as he pointed outside. He sighed and sat down. "Do I have any other options?"

"I'm sorry, son, but no, you don't." The heir looked at the smiling picture again then sighed in defeat.

"When do I meet her?" he asked at last.

~~~~~On a plane over the Atlantic~~~~~
"Would you like a drink, Milady?" asked a flight attendant.

Catherine stirred from sleep and blinked sleepily at him. "Oh, no thank you." she replied politely. She yawned. At any given moment, she would land upon England and her future. She closed ger dark eyes and groaned. Her sold future. Weren't arranged marriages history? "Dad, how can you do this to me? Just because I like to give back to the world doesn't mean that you just HAD to bestow my future on some person I don't even know's shoulders!" she muttered to herself.

"We are now landing in London, England. Please fasten your seatbelt, Miss Catherine." the pilot warned.

Catherine took a deep breath and gave herself a mental talk. "Keep your cool and bear with it." She tightened her bun, straightened her travelling gown and waited for the plane to land. As soon as they stopped, the flight attendant came over to escort her off the plane. She walked off the plane and down the stairs, looking for a sign or something that said her name. The airport, however, was deserted save for 3 men. An elderly, gray man, a blonde man and a redheaded man. All were in suits. "Guess they're my ride." She pulled on her shoulder bag and walked over towards them.

The blonde bent over and kissed her hand almost automatically. "Welcome to England. I am Prince William." He looked at her and she nearly scowled at him.

"It is a pleasure to have met you, your highness." she replied in her most formal voice. She had no facial expression and no feeling in her voice.

It was a small procession and contest on their way to Buckingham; to see who could hold off as the most royal. She could tell William was amusedly impressed at her squaring her shoulders and walking accordingly. She should, she grinned. After all, Natalie Portman herself had asked her to help during Episode I. And wait until he sees my outrageous gowns that I got from Nat, she smiled inside.

Introductions were made quickly and Catherine begged herself out of formalities by saying she was tired. "You will be staying in William's apartments. It will be more intimate that way." Her Majesty replied to her plea. Her emotion did not change on the outside but rather on the inside. She would've been jumping and screaming. "NO! I want to go home! Call off the wedding!" But these matters are not to be trifled with. She just followed where the butler led her. He took her luggage and put it in a room connected to Wiliam's room only by a door. "Thank you." she said to the rather young man.

"It's perectly alright, milady. It's my job." he smiled. "I am Kyle, by the by." He bowed and left the room. She sat at her vanity table and began to take off the layers of make-up Felicia spent so much time on. She reached up and took apart the rosette buns that decorated her head than ran a comb through her hair. She walked towards her suitcase and took out her nightgown. She walked into the large bath and changed before walking out in a crushed blue robe.

The door creaked open and Catherine reached for her trusted dagger. The person cried out, "Whoa! Simmer down! It's just me, Harry!" She lowered her weapon and watched as the redheaded prince strolled into her room.

"Who give you the right to walk into a lady's chambers?" she asked.

He smirked. "I never had trouble before."

"Then who sent you?" she bartered.

"I was curious about my brother's arranged bride. He wasn't too happy when he found out, you know." Harry smiled, sitting on a chair.

"Well, I wasn't exactly jumping for joy either." Catherine replied, unpacking her gowns and placing them in the closet. She knew he was staring at her gowns.

It was the first thing of what people have noticed about her. The blue travelling gown. The maroon cloak that she wore when it was cold outside. The orange dress that she wore when doing public services. The yellow gown she wore when she went to charities. And other various and odd styled gowns from Star Wars made appearences when she went to formal events. But of all things, she liked to wear normal clothing once in a while. Although the gowns make her feel like she was playing dressup.

"Who made your gowns?" asked Harry.

"Natalie gave them to me. She is such a dear." she replied, brushing it off.

"Natalie? As in Natalie Portman? The Aphrodite that played Queen Amidala and recently Padme from Star Wars I and II?" he asked in shock. "You know her?"

"She said it was thanks for helping her with the movie." She looked at the clock. 10:00 PM.

"You helped in Star Wars? How?" he asked, getting more and more curious.

"I helped Natalie Portman and the handmaiden become Queen Amidala. How to talk, walk, act, everything." She stared at him in the mirror. "Any more questions or would you like to wait for a press conference?"

"Oh no, I'm just stalling for Will. He wanted to ask you some things. You know, to get to know you, I guess." he shrugged.

"Alright, little brother, I can take it from here." a voice called out. Catherine stiffened. Oh yaye...her arranged love. "Miss Catherine."

"Your highness." she replied curtly. She stopped brushing her hair. "The public expects us to be secret lovers for years." She looked at him in the mirror's reflection. "Is that a hard acting job for you?" she asked.

"Well, you do have that American wit about you." he remarked.

"When is the wedding?" she asked.

"And you are to the point." He sighed and sat on the bed. "The wedding is a few weeks from now. Father and Grandmother are arranging everything."

"Ah...the stench of another Windsor divorce. It seems that men from your family just simply can't stay married for long." She stood up and walked over to her bed. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to watch Star Wars before I sleep." She motioned for him to move.

"We are to be husband and wife. Don't you think we should share a bed beforehand?" he grinned.

"Move it, loser." She shoved him out of the way. "Screw formailities. My bed, off now."

"Could I watch it with you?" he asked. She gave up and clicked the video. "So, you love Star Wars?" She rolled her eyes. "Look, you don't have to hate me entirely. We could be friends, right?"

She sighed. "Yeah, Will, we can be friends when your nation is expecting me to carry your baby."

"You said so yourself, you know the stench of another Windsor Divorce." he replied.

She scowled at him.

"So do you naturally design your hair after the movie or are some of it your own creations?" he asked.

"Some there, some mine." she answered without feeling. "I guess we're the only hope of saving your family's imagery." He looked at her curiously. "Just because I don't like this arranged marriage thing, doesn't mean I don't have a shred of compassion for your family and what they've went through."

"My father showed me a magazine clipping of you. You were helping kids and walking through a land mine." he pointed out. "My mum used to do that."

"Your mom was my role model." Catherine said out of nowhere. "I met her a few times. A wonderful person." She stopped before she could let out why they met.

"So everyone says." he murmured.

"She--" Catherine stopped herself. They watched the rest of the movie in silence, unaware that they were moving close and closer to each other. When the credits rolled, Catherine was already asleep on his shoulder. He smiled and pulled the blankets around them, settling into sleep. The next morning, golden rays of the sun spilled into the grand room. It played in little flecks in William's blonde hair and Catherine's soft brown hair. They were in an embrace that would only be described as loving.

Three weeks later:
"I can't do this!" Catherine screamed.

"Come on, Cathy, is it that bad?" asked Harry as he stood outside her door. She stuck her head out and glared at him.

"It feels like I'm marrying a close friend." she vented.

"Look, it won't be so bad." Harry tried to reason. "So come on."

She closed the door and looked at the portrait of Princess Diana. "Am I doing the right thing?" A gentle waft of wind floated in and set her veil over her face. It seemed to embrace her as a mother would. She took a deep breath and went outside. She made the long walk down the aisle on her father's arm in a gown that she designed herself. It followed the traditional gown of puffiness but had a sleek, medieval-modern style bodice with flared sleeves. She heard murmurs in the crowd as she walked past the many pews.

"Oh she's lovely."

"Just like Diana."

"And it's right she marries William."

She bit her lip. No, it wasn't right, she reasoned. Her father walked away and she took her future husband's arm. They kneeled before the archbishop (Ok, so I don't know how a wedding works. Just work with me here, ok?) and waited for the rest of their lives.

"I take thee, Catherine Lyrial Hawthorne, to be my wife to hold and to cherish in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer." the blonde said dutifully as he slipped the simple ring on her finger.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. England, I give you Prince William of Wales and Princess Catherine of Wales. You may kiss the bride."

They looked at each other. They had practiced it only once before the wedding a day or so ago and now it was to be done before the whole world. They rode through the carriage and went through the traditional things before leaving on their honeymoon: 2 weeks all by themselves in the Italian countryside.

Catherine walked down the grand staircase of the country mansion one day to find her husband waiting for her with a smile. "What'd you do?" she asked suspiciously.

He walked over to her and linked arms with her. "I though I'd give my wife a nice picnic in the fields as a thank you for putting up with my family." He led her outside where a horse waited with a picnic basket. He hoisted himself up and then held out a hand for her. She shook her head and climbed up as well. They settled in a nice area not too far from the mansion but far enough for it to be serene.

Her mouth opened. "Will, this is beautiful." she gasped.

He smiled. "I thought you'd like it." He heaved the basket down and settled on the grass. "Come on." They soon ate lunch and laid down on the blanket, looking at the sky, and talking about life in general. "According to tradition, I am the master of you and all to my name." Will laughed.

She sat up and looked at him with a smirk. "Oh really? You'll never be the master of me, Will." She got up and began to sprint across the grass. He was right behind her and it wasn't long before he caught her and pulled her down on top of him. They laughed and rolled around until Will was on top.

"Submit to me." he threated in a low voice.

She looked at him defiantly. "Never." They looked deep into each other's eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. She didn't reject the kiss and responded with vigor. The clear sky filled with rainclouds. Raindrops splattered on them but one thing only remained in their minds. He scooped her up and packed the basket in record time before zooming off back to the mansion. He carried her up to the bedroom, never breaking his gaze of her eyes. He lay her gently on the bed. She lit a candle as he shut the windows. That night, they consummated their marriage.

~~~9 months later~~~
William ran down the stairs and swung his very pregnant wife around. "Hello, luv." Life was going good for the both of them. They became closer and closer friends with no doubts of divorce. The public loved it and the paparazzi couldn't find a single photo op where they could be caught cheating. The two were always holding hands, kissing, or in some way, in physical contact with each other.

She giggled and patted her protruding stomach. "Hi Wills."

"How's the little one?" he asked as they sat down.

"She's--oh!" Catherine's face contorted in pain. Her eyes widened and she looked at William. "My water broke." she uttered.

Panic surged through whoever surrounded the two as Catherine was rushed to the hospital. William was right by her side as the doctors buzzed around her. "Everything's going to be alright, darling." he assured her.

"How could this happen?" she gasped. He had no time to answer for the doctor began urging her to push. After 5 hours, a babe's cry erupted the room. The nurse cleaned the newborn before handing him to William.

"Congratulations, your highness, it's a boy." she smiled.

He nearly wept tears of happiness as he held the bundle. He walked over to Catherine who looked exhausted. "Look, darling. It's a boy." She smiled and accepted the little bundle of joy. "What are we going to name him?" he asked.

She stared hard at the baby, smiling when he reached out and grabbed her finger. "Henry Robert Michael Alexander Windsor." she smiled.

"That's a rather long name, darling." William fretted laughingly.

"Then he shall be known as Michael." she smiled. Michael giggled before settling into sleep in his mother's arms. "I can't beleive we did it."

He gently kissed her forehead. "It's all those times at Balmoral." he murmured. She blushed a bit. Later that day, the couple walked out of the hospital, carrying the heir to the English Monarchy. It seemed like the world couldn't get enough of them. The paparazzi frustrated over anything that would keep them in business. Spies went out to search for a story but could find none. They showed no signs of divorce and looked like they fell more and more in love with each other as the days passed on.

13 years later
"Your highness, I think you and your wife need a vacation." Kyle pointed out one day. "Master Michael is off at Eton for his first year."

William smiled as he looked at the photos around his office. Some were official family portraits and some were photos that they took as a normal family. Catherine continued to help at charities and other things while being the wonderful mother to Michael. There was a picture taken at Windsor Castle that was his favorite picture. Michael had his father's eyes and his mother's dark hair. He had the developements of his father's build and his mother's charming smile. 'It's almost like God had taken the best qualities of the two and put it in that little boy.' he had heard people say.

The photo had all three of them smiling at a picnic. It was a sunny day. "I'll think about it, Kyle." A few days later, the Prince of Wales took the Princess of Wales for a vacation out to the same Italian mansion where they first comsummated their marriage.

He grinned. "Look familiar?" Catherine smiled her stunning smile and gave him a hug. "See? You can be the mother to my son and we can still be very intimate friends." he smiled. "Or if you're like me, you fall in love with your wife over the course of your arranged marriage." He pulled her close and she stared into his eyes.

"Well then, I'm not like you." she grinned. "I fell in love with my husband." She wrapped her arms around his neck as he swooped her off of her feet. He lay her down on the large, king-sized bed.

I'll always remember / It was late afternoon / It lasted forever / And ended too soon / You were all by yourself / Staring up at a dark gray sky / I was changed /

In places no one would find / All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside) / It was then that I realized / That forever was in your eyes / The moment I saw you cry /

The moment that I saw you cry /

It was late in september / And I've seen you before (and you were) / You were always the cold one / But i was never that sure / You were all by yourself / Staring at a dark gray sky / I was changed /

In places no one would find / All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside) / It was then that I realized / That forever was in your eyes / The moment I saw you cry /

I wanted to hold you / I wanted to make it go away / I wanted to know you / I wanted to make your everything, all right.... /

I'll always remember... / It was late afternoon... / In places no one would find... /

In places no one would find / All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside) / It was then that I realized / That forever was in your eyes / The moment I saw you cry /

Epilogue
After so many years of royal duty, King William V handed the crown down to his son when Prince Michael was 26. The world, the prince, and the old couple were ready. Thus, King Henry VIV gained the throne. Life progressed as the King Mother and King Father lived happily in retirement. She still traveled and went out in public with her outrageous gowns from Star Wars as the public ate it up. But it was a gray, somber day on December 26th for Queen Catherine, The King Mum, died peacefully in her sleep.

The world mourned and the funeral was held in private. She was buried in Westminster Abbey. The King Father, knicked the King Da, did what he had never done in public before: he cried. A few months later, he passed on as well. And the family only saw fit that he was buried next to the woman he loved with all his heart.

The End