Perfection is defined as a quality, trait, or feature of the highest degree of excellence. My life isn't perfect, but it's pretty damn close. – Francesca Nickels

"Could you set it there?" I pointed to a spot against the wall. Elliot squeezed past me and set down the small table where I had instructed.

I nodded in approval then stepped forward and placed the urn with Will's ashes on top of the new stand.

"Are you sure you want this in here?" Elliot asked stepping aside in the small room.

I glanced over at him and smiled. He leaned up against the velvet walls and I pulled the cover off of my mother's painted picture. Elliot and I stared at the picture for a minute in silence. My father's ashes were with my mother's picture just as it should be.

I sighed and Elliot looked at me concerned. "Why do you want the urn in here?"

I wrapped both arms around his waist and leaned my head on his shoulder as I gazed at my parents together at last.

"My father told me before he passed that he was going to be with his love again and that I should be with mine," I whispered. Elliot tightened his hold around my shoulders and stayed silent.

"Smart man," he said after a minute. I nodded as I held back my tears.

"Come on," Elliot said turning me away from the scene. "We're going to be late."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Grandma would kill us if we missed this."

Elliot took my hand and led me out of the room. I gave one last glance at my parents before I shut the door to the small room so they could be together in peace. Elliot and I walked through the halls to the ballroom where the official ceremony of the crown passing would commence.

It had been a little over a week since the hearing and both Bandit and I had officially moved next door into Elliot's room. Dell and Nancy were happy to hear the good news. They had been watching the trial on the television. They wasted no time in sending me all the rest of my belongings. Nancy knew that I would end up staying there anyway. Dell requested that I call her up every Saturday so she could fill me in on everything that was happening and I could let her know about my life as well.

The public couldn't get enough of us. There was a camera around every turn once I left the castle. Thankfully the paparazzi were only allowed inside when there were important events like today.

As we neared the ballroom's doors, we could hear the loud chatter coming from inside. I gave one last glance at Elliot and then we both opened the doors and stepped inside. Flashes immediately went off as we suddenly became the center of attention. I smiled and waved knowing that if I covered my face it would only appear worse.

Elliot and I walked through the center aisle. The ballroom had been set up with many rows of chairs all leading up to a large open space where Luke and Grandma would exchange the crown. When we reached our row, we passed a few people until we could take our seats.

Elliot was sitting next to Ethan while I had Ellie sitting next to me. Beside Ethan was his fiancé, Rachel. She was a nice girl though I hadn't really gotten to know her. I looked over at Ellie beside me as Elliot engaged his brother in conversation.

"Are you excited?"

She nodded. "Aren't you?"

"Heck yeah," I assured. "I've never seen anything like this."

"It's going to be beautiful! They installed spot lights for this and everything!" Ellie jumped up in her seat a little at the thought. I chuckled lightly at her reaction.

Suddenly the lights went off in the ballroom as if we were all waiting for some movie to begin. Two spot lights lit up the center of the ballroom. People in the crowd cheered and a few cameras flashed though what they were taking a picture of was unknown to me.

Antonio suddenly appeared and he waved to the crowd. He was greeted with a warm round of applause and cheering.

"Welcome everyone to the twenty second annual crown passing ceremony." The crowd clapped as I sarcastically thought of what a creative name we have come up with. "Without further ado, let's bring out our ruler for the past two generations, Madame Violetta!"

Grandma V came into the spot light wearing a beautiful ball gown complete with a two foot chain. Upon her head was the most exquisite golden crown I've ever seen. She stepped into the middle of the room where Antonio had momentarily been standing.

"I would like to start out by addressing my public. You all have done wonders for me. I thank you for your support throughout my reign. You have all meant the world to me," Grandma began and everyone clapped.

Antonio stepped forth gaining everyone's attention momentarily. "It gives me immense pleasure to introduce to you all, Prince Lucas Garnier and his lovely wife –as well as my daughter- Lady Julietta Garnier."

Everyone stood as Luke and Julie entered the room with their arms linked and waved to the crowd. Luke wore his princely attire and Julie had on a lovely gown similar to my grandmothers though it was less fancy and more modern.

Everyone sat and suddenly another man came into view carrying an even larger crown than the one on Grandma's head. My eyes widened and I shifted in my seat to get a better view.

Julie and Luke broke physical contact and they both stood with their arms at their sides as they prepared themselves for what was to come.

"It gives me great honor to pass the crown to a man like you Sir Lucas," Grandma complimented as she approached him. Luke bowed his head respectfully and Grandma moved on to Julie. "Fair Julietta, you will make a wonderful queen." Julie curtsied and smiled in response.

Antonio stepped forward a bit and announced, "We will now transfer the crowns."

Grandma stepped over to the man holding the huge chunk of a crown and took it from him gently. She glided back over to Luke who gracefully got down on one knee.

"I hear by pronounce you as the King of Wilkenshire," she proclaimed as she placed the crown atop his head.

Then Grandma carefully lifted her crown from her head and walked over to Julie who leaned down onto one knee as well.

"It is not often that we pass the crown to both a king and queen at the same time. Nonetheless, I am honored to have the opportunity," Grandma addressed the crowd. "I hear by pronounce you as the Queen of Wilkenshire."

Everyone clapped as the new King and Queen stood upright. Grandma V raised her right hand and told them to do the same.

"As the new King and Queen you are expected to represent your country, show love and courtesy to your people, and do the best to your abilities in everything you do. Do you both accept these responsibilities?"

Both Julie and Luke agreed with a quick 'I do'.

Grandma nodded to them and stepped aside to let them have the floor. Luke stepped forward and Julie stayed behind him.

"What do you say Wilkenshire? Will you have us?"

The crowd immediately burst into loud cheers. I was the first one to stand and cup my mouth and scream as if I was at a rock concert. A few people followed my screaming and everyone stood up in a standing ovation.

Antonio, Grandma, Luke, and Julie all bowed and waved respectfully as the paparazzi got their fill of photos. Finally they all turned and left the way they came. After they were completely gone from the room, the lights came back on and people started to leave. I stayed standing not entirely sure where to go.

Suddenly a news reporter followed by her cameraman rushed up to the spot where Grandma and all of them had just been standing. I watched her with interest as she brushed herself off then looked at her cameraman. He cued her and she began speaking into her microphone.

I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying but suddenly she made eye contact with me and rushed over.

"And here we have the Princess!" She thrust the microphone into my face.

"Um…hello." I was unsure of what she wanted.

"Princess, how do you feel about Luke taking the crown?"

"Oh well, I'm very happy for him and his new wife. I believe they will represent this country well," I answered.

"You are not at all upset that you had to drop out of the competition?"

I shook my head. "Not at all."

"What about your relation with Prince Elliot?"

As if on cue, Elliot came over to my side and smiled at the reporter. "Everything is going fine thank you," I answered as I looped my arm through his.

"Is there going to be another royal wedding soon?" She tried to pry.

"Not unless you're planning one," Elliot responded quickly. "I don't work as fast as Luke."

The reporter nodded looking embarrassed to even be talking to Elliot but he didn't noticed. I marveled at the fact that he was so used to the celebrity treatment.

"Francesca!"

I looked over in the direction of the call unsurprised to see Grandma ushering me over to her. I glanced back at the reporter and excused myself. Elliot stayed and let her question him as I joined my grandmother.

I gave her a hug immediately. "How does it feel to not be a queen?"

"Well, it hasn't quite kicked in yet." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

I opened my mouth then closed it again. "Should I?"

She shook her head quickly. "Not unless you want to tell me something,"

"Um…I put Will's ashes by my mother's picture?"

"Oh ok wonderful idea," Grandma approved. She was acting odd but I didn't pay much attention to it. After all it had been a busy day for her.

"Well dear, I'm happy to have you here with me. It's been awfully busy but luckily I won't have to deal with it as much anymore." She laughed uneasily. Grandma took my arm and led me through the way she had exited earlier. We came into a room where Julie seemed to have been waiting.

"Did it happen?" Grandma shook her head immediately.

"What's going on?" I wondered. They both avoided my question and looked away. "What do you know that I don't?"

"Nothing," Julie assured linking arms on my right since Grandma was on my left.

"Uh huh," I mumbled unconvinced. They started leading me away when I pulled back.

"Actually, I was going to walk back with Elliot if that's alright." I felt bad for leaving him with the reporter.

Grandma smiled mischievously. "Oh sure, dear."

Julie nodded. "Yes, I need to meet up with Luke and Madame V to take care of the final royal paperwork."

I nodded and began taking a few steps backwards until I bumped into something. I turned around only to realize it was a chair. I gave a laughed and walked back the way I came. People seemed to be acting a little off today.

Elliot was still talking to the reporter and I joined him.

"Well, I'm going to take Miss Nickels here and leave, thank you Michelle." Elliot gave a gorgeous grin that had 'Michelle' almost melt.

"Let's go Romeo," I commanded playfully as I took his hand and pulled him along. He caught up to my pace easily and intertwined our hands properly.

"What did Madame V want?" He asked once we were outside of the ballroom.

I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. She was being all weird so I came to hang out with you instead."

"I love being a second choice," he said sarcastically.

"I know you do," I answered smartly as I turned to go back to our room but Elliot tugged my hand to stop.

"Why don't we take a walk?" He suggested. "Since you're stuck with me."

I shrugged and he led me outside to the garden. We walked leisurely on the path just enjoying the sound of the birds and the smell of the flowers. When we reached the fountain, Elliot stopped and sat on the edge. I followed his movements and sat next to him though causing us to let go of each other's hands.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

I thought back to my first day here at the castle. Everything had been so overwhelming that it seemed like years ago.

"I spied on you and Luke before I knew it was you and Luke because Julie left me out here. Then when she came back, I screamed and you noticed me and hated me," I replied as I recalled my memory of it.

Elliot laughed and grabbed my hand. "We've come a long way since then haven't we?"

I thought about his question. "Are you saying that you hated me?"

"No," Elliot assured with a grin. "I knew that our third member of competition was a girl but I didn't expect it to be you."

I didn't know if that was meant to be a compliment of not. "Thanks?"

"I mean, I didn't expect you to be so…" He drifted off as he searched for the proper word.

"Pretty, beautiful, smart, awesome, intelligent," I supplied for him.

"Different," he settled on and my smile fell.

"Since we're confessing: I didn't expect you to have a heart," I admitted.

Elliot didn't seem surprised. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"You want the truth?" I asked and he nodded. "You were one emotion rollercoaster! You were happy one minute, a jerk the next, then sexual, then sensitive, and then we would get back to the beginning and start all over again."

"Wow." He had obviously not been expecting that. "And you put up with it?"

I shrugged. "You're hot."

"Thanks." He chuckled a moment and I smiled. "What about in 50 years when I'm not hot? You're not going to put up with it then?"

"I will but only because I will look like a raisin too," I assured. "I won't be able to get anyone better."

"God, you're something," Elliot complimented as he began laughing again and I joined in a moment later. Suddenly his expression turned serious. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Haven't you been doing that?"

"A serious question," he clarified and I nodded. Elliot never let go of my hand as he stood up then got down on my one knee. I looked at him curiously as he began a speech I knew he had been working on for a while.

"I know we haven't been dating long and I'm not going to be king anytime soon but I would still like a queen by my side. One who is both beautiful and can stand by me looking happy. I've been told that when you're in love you just know and I'm pretty sure I know it's you. Will you, Checkers, be my queen?"

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I laughed…hard. I giggled until I had tears falling down my cheeks. Elliot straightened back up and sat next to me. His mouth was set in a hard line and he had let go of my hand. He was obviously hurt that I had ruined our serious moment.

"That is just how Luke proposed to Julie," I explained not bothering to wipe my tears. If he was serious then more were sure to come.

"I know," he responded haughtily.

I punched him lightly. "You said a serious question! How can I take you seriously when you ask it like that?"

"Fine," he mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I will cut the cheesy crap. Do you want to marry me or not?"

"But I like the cheesy crap," I whined in protest and Elliot rolled his eyes.

"Women are just never happy, are they?" He muttered bitterly. He stood back up and got down on one knee again. He gingerly took my hand.

"I don't believe that I can live one day without you. I had to go a month with you miles away and minimal to no contact. I don't think I can ever deal with you being away from me. I want you always by my side and with my ring on your finger. I want the world to know that you are mine and only mine. Will you please make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" He made sure to stress all the cheesy and cliché lines in his new speech. He didn't wait for my answer before he sat next to me again on the fountain.

I felt a fresh round of tears start rolling down my cheeks. I started to wipe away my tears as Elliot looked at me expectantly.

"So…do I get an answer?"

I looked at him. "Are you stupid?"

I pulled him forward and kissed him. I would have deepened the kiss if Elliot hadn't suddenly pulled me away.

"I'm a guy," he pointed out.

"I'm aware," I countered as he kept me an arm's length away.

"No I'm saying I'm a guy so yes I'm stupid and I need a definite answer in words," he clarified.

I shook my head at his logic and screamed, "Yes!"

Then I yanked him forward as he let me kiss him again. He pulled me into his lap and I smiled as we kissed.

Eventually, he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. "So is your life perfect now?"

"Perfect?" I wondered playing with that word on my lips. "Perfection is defined as a quality, trait, or feature of the highest degree of excellence."

"Can you ever just answer a question?"

"My life isn't perfect." Elliot's smirk fell but I gave him a quick peck and added, "but it's pretty damn close."

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