Paulo laughed. "Well to our parents that's exactly what we are right now, baby makers."

"Yeah," Eva agreed. "And not just to them. It seems like the rest of the world sees us that way too."

"Are you really surprised by that?" he asked. "I'm reminded constantly about the fact that we need male heirs right away."

"Yeah, me too," she sighed, releasing her elbows and letting her head fall back onto the bed, groaning and closing her eyes again.

"And that's exactly why it's so important that we lie about last night and say we consummated our marriage or all hell will break loose."

"Yeah," she nodded, turning her head and looking over at him.

He stood up and dropped his towel to the floor and this time she saw his front side and she quickly looked away with her face flushing eight shades of red. He didn't even seem to notice the effect he had on her as he crossed the room, getting some clothes out of his suitcase. Apparently he was completely comfortable being naked in front of her now, even though they just met a couple days ago. That was crazy to her because the thought of being naked in front of him terrified her.

After he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs she looked back and laid there watching him as he put on a casual suit.

She laid there thinking about it and said, "I guess the reason why that news report bothered me is I hate people talking about me."

He laughed. "You're a famous princess. You've been dealing with that your whole life just like I have. I figured you'd be used to it by now," he said, turning his suitcase on its side and zipping it up. "Paparazzi is just part of being a royal."

"Yeah I know," she said, laying there and looking up at the ceiling.

"You know, when my Mom and Dad first started trying to arrange our marriage I looked you up and there were all kinds of rumors floating around online that you were already engaged to Leonardo DiCaprio."

Eva laughed out loud and said, "I've never even talked to Leonardo Dicaprio. That's hilarious."

"See, that's why you shouldn't even worry about what they say. These tabloids are always going to be around, looking for something to talk about and if they don't find it, they'll just make something up. You shouldn't let them get to you," he said, sitting down on the bed next to her to put on his shoes and she sat up beside him. "We'll have a baby when we have a baby."

"You're right," she sighed. "I need to stop caring about what they say. This is why I usually don't watch TV shows or read articles about myself."

"I don't either," he said. "Most of the bullshit they post isn't true anyway so all it does is piss me off. And then if I get angry and lash out at them then they just write an article about it and make me look like a fucking hothead. You can't win against them. They have no shame."

"I've noticed you cuss a lot. I didn't expect that from a prince because my parents were always pretty strict about that with me and Kristoff. They said it wasn't proper for royals to cuss. Don't get me wrong, we do it every now and then when it's just the two of us."

"I only do it around my friends and family, people I'm really close to, when I know there's no one else within hearing distance recording me. I would never do it during an interview or anything like that," he laughed. "My parents would kill me."

She laughed and looked over into his hazel eyes as he sat there next to her on the bed and she felt her stomach tighten. They locked eyes and she glanced down at his lips and a memory of kissing him at the wedding went through her mind. She lifted her eyes and looked back up at his face. He was so handsome and looking at him made her heart ache and she wanted him to lean in and kiss her so bad.

He broke eye contact and looked away, clearing his throat before saying, "We ummm. We better get up and get going. We have places to be," as he stood up off the bed and slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses. She felt the sting of disappointment and rejection as she took a deep breath in and exhaled it out, reluctantly standing up off the bed too.

Paulo's pep talk did make her feel a little better about the media pressure to have a baby but she still didn't know where she stood with him. Their time together last night seemed like a long distant memory and that sweet, sexy, playful Paulo that danced with her all night was replaced with the serious, distant one again.

She got up and packed the rest of her things away in her suitcase and Paulo was standing there waiting, holding the door open for her.

She grabbed the suitcase handle and started rolling it out the door and down the hall, looking at the ground. When they got to the elevator she looked up and Paulo was looking forward with his jaw locked firmly.

The elevator dinged and she walked into it and they rode down to the bottom floor in silence where they met up with their security team, who took their suitcases and escorted them outside to the limo.

Eva got in first, sitting in the seat along the back window. Paulo got in and sat next to her but there was a large gap between them. He sat there in silence looking at his phone as the limo pulled away and Eva could feel that he was keeping her at a distance for some reason. The longer they sat there in silence the more closed off she felt from him. Any hope she had felt last night that they would eventually fall in love was starting to drift away.

Finally they pulled up in front of the castle and there were a few vehicles there waiting with a group of people. As they got closer she recognized that it was both royal families and her friend Astrid and Astrid's Mom and a large moving truck that was packed with all of Eva's belongings. They would be shipped to Spain while her and Paulo went on their honeymoon.

When she got out of the car Astrid was the first one to greet her. She ran over and gave her a tight hug and started crying like a baby. That made Eva cry too.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," she sniffled. "You better call me every day."

"I will. I promise," Eva told her, wiping away a tear.

Next in line to say goodbye was Kristoff and he was crying too. He handed her a rock he had painted when he was little with what was supposed to be a portrait of her, but looked more like a stick figure witch. She laughed through her tears before giving him a hug and then she hugged her Mom and Dad tight and told them she loved them.

Her father, King Hans, shook Paulo's hand firmly and said, "Now listen Paulo. I know this is an arranged marriage that you didn't choose for yourself and you feel forced into it. I've been there. I was forced to marry this beautiful woman right next to me and I felt the same way at the time. If I could give you any advice it would be to try to love her as if you were the one that chose her, because only then will you be able to have a happy life together like I've had. Looking back it was the best thing that ever happened to me and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Paulo gave him a weak smile and said, "Thank you for the advice sir. I'll do my best."

After giving all of her family one last hug and a wave Eva climbed into the limo where King Ferdinand and Queen Victoria were already seated. The King was on his laptop typing away and the Queen was on a phone call with the travel coordinator finalizing the arrangements for their honeymoon on the island. Paulo climbed in and sat next to Eva and then his two sisters and Rosalie climbed in and sat at the other end of the limo closest to the driver.

They closed the door and the limo started driving away. Paulo stuck his Airpods in his ears, and turned on some music, laying his head back and closing his eyes, totally ignoring her. Eva exhaled deeply and stared out the window, wondering how long he was going to give her this silent treatment.

Queen Victoria got off of her phone call and she noticed how unhappy Eva looked. She took the pen she had been writing notes with and threw it at Paulo to get his attention and he lifted his head and took one of his Airpods out.

"What!?" he asked her.

"You're being extremely rude. Take those out of your ears and stop ignoring your wife. I raised you with better manners than that."

Hearing herself being called Paulo's wife, sent a shiver up her arm that gave her goosebumps. She was still getting used to that.

Paulo grumbled, as he put his airpods back into their case and shoved them in his pocket. He looked over at Eva and folded his hands on his lap and let out an exhale. "So what would you like to talk about wife?"

Eva turned to look at him and then she looked over at the Queen who was patiently waiting to hear what she would say.

"I'm not sure ........... ummmm. Well, actually there is one thing I was wondering about. What is there to do around the castle in Spain? What will I be able to do to keep myself busy?"

The Prince looked at her and asked, "Well what kind of things do you usually do to keep yourself busy?"

"Well back home it was a little different. Most of my days there were very structured. I had lesson plans laid out for the entire year ahead of time so that my private tutors could plan their travel really far ahead."

"What kind of lessons did you take?" he asked.

"I had classes in English, French, Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, royal etiquette, horseback riding, painting, archery, sculpture, piano, ballet, ballroom dancing, giving speeches, self defense, war strategy, persuasion and negotiation, political studies, geography, and global finance."

Paulo raised his eyebrows and actually looked impressed for a second. "Sounds like you were really busy."

"Well I didn't study all of those different things at the same time. The only classes that were year round were political studies and global finance. For the other ones we had an annual schedule broken down with what to do each month. My Mom took mine and my brother's education very seriously because she wanted to make sure I was prepared to be a Queen and he was prepared to be a King one day."

Queen Victoria smiled at her and said, "I have no doubt that you're going to be an amazing Queen for Spain one day. So how many different languages do you speak then?"

"Six fluently, plus sign language. Learning languages was something I just had a natural talent for and my Mom recognized that and got me private tutors for several different languages when I was really young because she knew how much easier it is to pick up new languages when you're young."

The King looked up from his computer that he had been typing away on and asked, "Did you say you speak both Japanese and Chinese?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"Well you know the trade deals I was talking about with you and your father, the ones with China and Japan? Maybe you could join us on the call."

"Really? You would want me on the call?" she asked.

He nodded and said, "I'm sure showing them that our princess and future Queen speaks their language would be good for relations between our countries. Plus I think you could be a real asset to the trade discussion."

"Thank you. I would love that," she smiled proudly. Her Dad had invited her into meetings with other countries pretty often but she thought that would all be over after she moved to Spain. She figured they wouldn't take her seriously or value her opinions like her Dad did but she was really glad she was wrong.

"Fantastic," King Ferdinand said with a smile. "Paulo is a talented negotiator too and he'll be there with us as well. I think you two will make quite the team."

She looked over at Paulo and he had his head turned away, looking out the window.

"Sure we will," she said quietly, her smile fading away as she looked down at her hands.