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Hundreds of eyes darted toward Samantha, gleaming with calculation. They were all wondering how much weight she'd gained abroad or how much her gown cost or how envious she was of her older sister. Sam tried not to flinch. She'd forgotten just how big a full court function really was, with every last noble and politition in attendance, even the life peers, even their spouses.

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Despite her lingering misgivings, Nina smiled. "Don't take it personaly; I'm always difficult."
"It hasn't scared me away so far." Jeff reminded her. Nina shifted closer and kissed the Prince of America again.

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Barely an hour later, she and Connor were standing in a tiny cottage on the outskirts of Montrose.

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Wrapped in a fluffy white towl, Sam padded toward the indoor hot tun, which was built into the side of the house, bordered by floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the mountains. There was an outdoor hot tub too, of course, but Sam's every muscle felt sore and she didn't want to keep running out into the cold to reset the jets. She turned the corner only to realize that she wasn't alone.
"Oh- sorry. Never mind," She said hesitantly. Teddy stood, shaking his head. "Please, don't let me scare you off. There's plenty of room."

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She had practiced this part before a mirror, struggling to meet her own gaze. But no matter how many times she said it, the sentence failed to make sense. It just didn't sound like it had anything to do with her.

"Will you marry me?"

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Her father stared at her, his features twisted into a grotesque mask of horror. "Please, Batrice..." That was all he got out before he lifted a hand to his chest an seized in a fit of coughing. And kept coughing.

Beatrice sank onto the carpet next to him. She realized dimly that her gown was splattered with bright red blood- her fathers bloodm which he was coughing up, and she could do nothing at all to help him.

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The bells began to echo throughout the city, clanging a deep and somber note through the caputal. Beatrice imagined that everyone was frozen before their TV's or radios, or watching the love coverage on their phones-- asif, for this single moment, the rush and clamor of the entire modern world had fallen still.

When she finally lifted herself up, she was Princess Beatrice no longer.

She had become Her Majesty Beatrice REgina, Queen of America, and long may she reign.