#rcwens

     Cecilia’s time in Phuket felt like it had been cut short. As if she had really expected for them to be there longer, but she was really starting to enjoy the place before they had to be moved somewhere new. Security-wise, it made complete sense. Everyone’s safety was at risk and it was clear that there was someone with a vendetta. 

     The princess had invited herself to Rowen’s room, not really giving him enough time for a headsup. But it was only noon and was sure that he’d be awake at least. Plopping down in the closest seat near by, a sigh fell past her lips as she tiredly leaned back as she looked up at the ceiling. Despite her makeup being perfect by Violet, the chances of it being ruined by a single tear that threatened to roll down her cheeks were high. Cecilia didn’t know how to describe her emotions other than exhausted and done. But those weren’t even the right words. Swallowing down her tears and emotions, and taking a deep sigh, she tilted her head enough to get a glimpse of her best friend. “Wanna explore this new paradise that we’re in?”

There was nothing worse than being away from your best friend for two weeks. And it was only worse when you were injured and your friends couldn’t be there for you. When Cecilia’s staff told her that she was going to England to recover for the sake of privacy and she wouldn’t get to see anyone, she flipped. She knew that Rowen would be freaking out. would be demanding to see his best friend and would use all the power he had to see her. Sadly, England had much more power but allowed for the two to text each other--but Cecilia was forced to use a burner phone so she couldn’t be traced.

And then the chaos that is her family got more chaotic. Denouncing her father and Natalia becoming heir only put Cecilia in more distress. Rowen was the one person that could truly calm her down, keep her sane and humble and rationalize things to his best ability. And not being able to really be around him and talk to him made it a million times harder and had Cecilia stressing out more. Whether her family was falling to pieces or not, she needed to be with Rowen. What if he was in trouble? 

After two weeks of demanding, she got her ‘request’ to go back to Phuket. It wasn’t easy flying back with cracked ribs and a broken arm but she managed and had eventually gotten to Rowen’s Phuket home. The staff recognized her and let her in without question, but some shock and relief. The best friend of the Malta prince had finally returned and he could hopefully calm down. But the second Cecilia saw him, she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks as she immediately hugged him to her best ability. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that they wouldn’t let me see you. I’m so so sorry.”

     Cecilia hadn’t seen Rowen since they landed and sploit off into their hotel rooms. But she had sen the news article & just wished that the press would just get off of his back. Like he says Rowen is a shiny, dumb toy that looks adorable when confused which is almost all of the time but tries his best. Cecilia wished that she could say things were didn’t for her, but they weren’t any better. But you’d think people could get over Rowen and Luciana. Maybe those two can’t, but everyody else should! 

     After settling into her room, the princess shot her best friend a message, giving him simple instructions to meet her outside because they needed to buy outfits that would make the media talk about fabrics instead of scandals. Cecilia grinned at her friend once she saw him, immedately hooking her arm with his. “If you needed rest, you’ll get it after. I want to read something different in the tabloids, like how we’re the best dressed royal-bestie duo there ever will be.”

     There were plenty of rules that outlined the important aspect of not ditching your date unless they were some serial killing creep, then there was every reason to get the hell out of there. But Zhaohui definitely wasn’t that type of guy, Cecilia just didn’t know how to talk to him. ‘Haha, isn’t it funny that our best friends are engaged? And you dated one of them? Hahahahaha!’ Nothing about that was even remotely funny; not even worth a fake, awkward laugh. Her perfectly manicured fingers had tapped on the champagne flute in her hand, awkwardly sipping on the bubbly drink in her hand. In the corner of her eye, she could see Rowen being the awkward prince that he is. With how high his head reached, it was almost a shock to see him. Excusing herself, Cecilia rushed over to a nearby wall behind him, poking her head out far enough where he could see and hear her. “Rowen!” She whisper yelled and did it a couple more times until she finally caught his attention. Motioning him over she hid behind the wall until he came. “Help me!” She pleaded. “I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t talk about you or your fiance, the one thing I have in common with him, because...you know! Help a girl out here, I can’t just be a wallflower all night. This dress isn’t wallflower worthy.”