How did I fall in love with my best friend?

People thought it strange that a princess could be friends with a chevalier. But it wasn't so strange to Marie.

She remembered when she had first heard of Jehann d'Ambray.

"Have you seen the new boy?" One of her ladies squealed.

Marie had been very cross. She demanded that her ladies stay celibate and pure unlike those women in her step-mother's service.

She was about to reprimand the girl, when she squealed again.

"Charlotte!" Marie said clearly astonished.

Charlotte pointed to something behind the princess.

Marie turned around to find a tall, red haired boy there. He grinned before bowing.

"Your Highness."

He looked up and Marie saw his light blue eyes. She started to blush.

"You've made quite the stir among my ladies," Marie said finding her voice.

He laughed and shot a glance at the other ladies.

"I'm sorry. The Queen sent me to retrieve you," he said as an apology.

Marie felt herself growing furious. That woman was always calling for her.

"Very well…?" She started.

"The name is Jehann," he said bowing again.

Marie was holding her baby sister, Elisabeth, when she came across him again.

"What a pretty scene," he said coming up to the two princesses. Elisabeth gurgled and reached for his finger.

"Yes, she's adorable. I'm convinced that woman didn't give birth to such an angelic creature."

Jehann laughed. Both teenagers were quiet while Elisabeth fooled around with Jehann's jerkin.

"She's taken a liking to you," Marie mused.

"I have a way with girls," he said as an explanation.

"Why isn't someone conceited," Marie said frowning at him.

He held up his hands in surrender and chuckled.

She found herself looking forward to his visits. He always seemed to find her.

"Are you stalking me?" She asked when he caught up with her one time too many.

"I'm a chevalier; it's my duty to protect young princesses like you."

She stopped walking and he slammed into her back.

"First of all, I am not young. I'm fourteen!" She shrieked.

He pulled on his ear.

"You're still younger than me."

"How old are you?" She asked curiously.

"Seventeen."

"Oh," She said a little surprised. She had thought he was slightly older. "And second why didn't you tell me you were training as a chevalier?"

He shrugged.

"It didn't seem important. Besides why do you care huh? Ashamed to be seen with me?" He said defensively.

Marie sighed.

"Of course not!" She exclaimed. "I think it's noble to offer your service to the crown."

"My father doesn't think so," He mumbled. He scratched his neck self-consciously.

"Why is that," Marie asked kindly.

Jehann sighed. "He wants me to be a proper nobleman. He thinks being a chevalier is beneath our family."

Marie shook her dark head. "Your father sounds like mine. I asked him could I attend the Academy for Young Girls in downtown Morelessa and he said to me 'A princess shouldn't consort with the public' and dismissed me."

"What did your mother say?"

Marie had a forlorn look in her eye and she began to speak. "She said and I quote 'I should listen to the King, my most noble father.' Besides since the divorce she doesn't have much clot with my father."

Jehann nodded.

"I'd just like some friends. I have my ladies of course, but we don't really have the same interests and…" she trailed off.

He reached for hand and gently kissed it before looking into her deep blue eyes.

"You have a friend in me, Marie."

Marie smiled. "Indeed."