Bookworm not to really {open}

[Jared SAXE-COBURG]

Jared had been in this place for a while now. He was actually getting used to being here with other kings and queens. He had his children and wife here so he was happy to be here. The only thing he didn’t like was that his daughters were here talking to other princes. Knowing he had to let them be semi free and find happiness as well as a husband that didn’t stop him from being protected of his daughters.

Walking away from his room to a different part of this place. As he walked he saw different princesses and princes just walking and talking with smiles. He hoped that his daughters and son was having fun. He found the place he was looking for and walked inside. This was one place he liked and that was the library. Well the library was only the last place he would go if he was bored. Jared looked around for a book to find and read.

Once he found a book he looked around he saw a small round table with one red big chair there. With a nod he walked over there and sat down. Once he sat down he placed the book down on the table and began to read. It was one of those history books that Jared had picked up. As he read this history book it began to interest him. He was in a deep read he didn’t notice the time was moving fast.

Jared wanted to be able to finish this book before it was time to return to the bed with his wife. With out looking at the clock he kept reading. He didn’t understand why this history book was interesting for him. Never have he thought such a book would be this good. He was only half way through it when he looked at the clock to see that three hours passed for him. He noticed as well that it was the middle of the day. Once he got done looking at the clock he began to read once again.

If any one was going to interrupt him he hoped it would be soon. It was the only thing that would be able to pull him away from his reading.

[Claude Bonaparte]

Claude's head was pounding severely. Lately, everything had been rather hectic in his life. He had to keep up his image, to keep his studies going, to make peace with everyone else, and on top of that to take care of his betrothed. Claude himself was only the age of twenty five, while she was barely nineteen. It was a huge impact on his own life, but how much would it affect her own? He did care for her; it wasn't a unwanted betrothal, yet it was really wanted either. Claude didn't dislike Victoria, she was a good friend of his, but he didn't really want to marry her either. But he would not disrupt his fathers will, he knew that their match was a political advantage; or so was predicted.

His hazel colored eyes flickered down the brightly colored hall. The atmosphere was... different from how it was in home, at France. Even though he could hear the rain pattering outside, clashing against the delicately decorated glass, he felt rather hot and bothered inside. It wasn't the palace; it was completely fine. He guessed he was coming down with a cold, which he didn't want at all, because his throat was starting to feel rather raspy. He shook off the thoughts though, and kept moving down the hallway toward his destination; the library.

He brushed a hand through his perfectly groomed hair, shutting his eyelids for just a moment as he walked. Before he knew it, he crashed into someone else. His eyes shot open, his vision immediately darting to the maid who he had crashed straight into. Books and cloth littered the floor around the two, while she was already down on the floor scrambling to get everything together in her arms. Claude himself bent his knees down so he was squatting above the floor, his hands reaching out for many of the different books. His slim fingers brushed the spine with curiosity, his eyes darting to the covers to scan the titles. 'The History of Russia', 'King Romanov the First'; Claude read the covers with a quick sight and a twisted expression. Who would be reading up on Russia? He brushed the thoughts away and handed the books to the stumbling maid. She peered up, her pale cheeks immediately brushing. She was young, only about sixteen, and she took the books with shaking hands. "Thank you Sir, Sorry Sir, didn't mean to hit you Sir." She stuttered, her hands still shaking as she raised up.

Claude too raised up, a sincere smile settling on his lips. "Non, it would be my fault, mademoiselle." He said politely, giving a slight bow of his lower half. The girl nodded, still blushing red, and tried to curtsy before scurrying off. He made a mental note that her accent had indeed been English, not Russian. He kept moving then, sticking both of his hands in his pockets. Thoughts were flickering through his head now, his smile disappeared and his face now thoughtful and calculating. Claude had never been one to disrespect anyone, even if they didn't deserve his respect. It was the part of him that made him a fair leader, the part that everyone just happened to love.

He slid into the library, his hazel eyes skipping over the grand bookcases. He moved along them, his slender fingers dancing over the leather spines. There were books from everywhere; old and new, factual and fiction, it was all there. Claude's eyes danced with excitement as he pulled an old book from the bookcase, blowing the strands of dust that had settled on the cover. 'Peterhof Palace'. With contempt, he slid the book back into the bookcase, unable to read about a palace. He moved further along the bookcase, hazel eyes dancing over the different covers before noticing a familiar face at a nearby table. He would have noticed the English King anywhere. He moved closer to him, and coughed slightly. "I.. am sorry to disturb your reading, monsieur." He bowed slightly to the king, another sincere smile on his lips. "How have you been?" His french accent dripped off of his lips in a way that any girl would have fallen for.

[Jared SAXE-COBURG]

As Jared was reading he could hear voices. The voice of a France man he recognized and the girl he did not. He listened in to make sure that this young man was not going to harm this young lady. When he heard no more voices he went back to reading. As he read his thoughts wondered off of the book. This actually pleased him. He began to think of this young France prince who was marring Victoria. Him and his wife had a worried about the age different but it seemed liked they would make a good husband and wife. Being that he was a prince and his daughter was a princess things would work perfect.

Looking up Jared smiled seeing the young prince standing there. He waved his hand and shook his head. “You did not disturb me young prince. Please sit down. I was waiting for someone to get me to stop reading before I lose all time in here.” He closed the book and looked into his eyes. “I’m doing fine prince Claude. How are you doing young prince?” That was something this king had called all those princes who were younger then him.

He looked down at the book then began to think. He wasn’t sure how to bring up his daughter. “Tell me Claude are you ready to marry my daughter? Please do tell the truth if you do not I will notice.” Jared was good at seeing when people lie. “I understand that word is such a big thing. Things take time so if you wish to speak whatever is on your mind you best do it now.” Jared did not want his daughter getting hurt because of some prince who was scared of marriage. He new that Claude was a good guy but really didn’t like the idea of this guy marring his daughter. Any guy who wanted to marry his daughter he wouldn’t like to much.

Hearing foot steps he looked over the prince’s shoulder and saw a few females leaving the library. He had thought they were the only ones here beside the librarian. He could tell those others were princesses. Shaking his head he new why they were there if they had just came in. A lot of females were into the French prince. This is where he didn’t like that he was popular with a few of the other girls. Looking back at him he waited his answers.