The Princess and the Ice Queen 7/?
Title: The Princess and the Ice Queen
Author: kdsusa3
Parings: Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG-13 to M
Fandom: DWP crossover with The Princess Diaries
Disclaimers: I still don't own them, but I am borrowing them. I promise to put them back when I am done. They will be unharmed, and they will have had fun.
A/N: The next chapter in my little adventure. Thanks to all of those who have read and commented.
Chapter 6:
Mia let the hot water run over her tense shoulders. She had only frantically brought herself to release just moments earlier with Miranda’s name on her lips. Miranda herself was enough to get her going, but the stare was what brought her over, it always had. The woman could convey emotions and thoughts with her eyes alone, and she had better not get started on Miranda’s voice. Unsuccessfully repressing a shudder, Mia had no idea how she was going to last the week through. She imagined that she and her hand would become more than casual acquaintances in her near future.
She thought about stretching the ten minutes out to twenty, but remembered that her grandmother was alone with Miranda and Nigel. And her grandmother had the dreaded picture of when she was fifteen, and that she was probably showing it to them right now. Mia quickly rinsed off and rushed to get dressed.
At the table Miranda decided to break the slightly awkward silence. “Your highness, the palace is absolutely wonderful.”
“Thank you Ms. Priestly. Rupert and I had many wonderful years here with our two sons.”
Nigel joined the conversation with a question Miranda was about to ask. “Was Mia raised here as well?”
Clarisse looked startled for a moment then broke out in a laugh. “No, Amelia was raised in New York. She first set foot on Genovian soil when she was fifteen. Her father Philippe was a bit wild when he was a young man. He was second born, but his older brother renounced his throne to join the church, so Philippe became heir. He had an affair with an artist of Greek decent in New York, and Mia was the end result. She never met her father, and she had no idea that she was of royal blood until her fifteenth year. Philippe never married, and before his unfortunate accident he told me that he did produce an heir and gave me the information to find her. After the funeral I promptly went to New York, and contacted her. She was most upset to find out she was a princess. The poor darling had self-confidence issues. I understood why. The girl needed a lot of work to become a proper princess.”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “May I ask why?”
Clarisse motioned Charlotte over. “How about I show you. Charlotte please hand me the picture. Thank you dear.”
She handed it to Nigel, and he immediately burst into laughter. Miranda snatched it from his hands wondering what made her second in control loose control like that, and nearly choked herself. An absolute nightmare for hair, horrible glasses, and braces, it was a most unflattering picture.
Clarisse chose then to continue her tale. “Amelia was a trial. She had no idea how to dress, act, speak, or even walk correctly. She was decidedly ungraceful and awkward. Her hair even destroyed a hairbrush. Snapped the thing right in half. Paolo was inconsolable. It was his favorite. It took many lessons to turn the duckling into a swan, but we managed, Genovia was spared a dynasty change, and a princess was born.”
She motioned Charlotte over again, and retrieved a second picture. “As you can see for yourselves.”
Nigel chuckled again. “That is most impressive.”
Miranda had to smile at the transformation, and wondered why Mia had looked like a cross between the two pictures at her Runway interview, but before she could voice her question Clarisse had once again began speaking.
“After she had finished her schooling, she requested a year off so to speak. Amelia had been performing beyond expectations, and things were running smoothly here, so I agreed. But I did place two conditions on her sabbatical, the first being that she use a pseudonym to avoid the media, and the second being she work for you Ms. Priestly. I had been aware of your management style for some time and found it very affective. I felt the girl could learn quite a few things from you, and it turns out that she did.”
“It is always nice to see someone appreciate the finer points of my managerial style.”
“Well yes it is impressive. I do, however, owe you an apology Ms. Priestly.”
Miranda was starting to put all those scattered pieces together. “Why do I seem to need an apology from the Queen Mother of Genovia?” She knew her voice had an icy edge to it, but it couldn’t be helped. Somehow she knew she was looking at the reason for her discontent for the last two years.
“The whole Paris situation was my fault. I hadn’t realized that there was a plot to take the throne. Viscount Mabrey had unearthed an obscure law stating the heir must be married to take over. Amelia’s coronation was to occur the month after Paris, so it meant she had to find a husband before then. I called her home immediately to rectify the situation. She was most unhappy with me, and has been moping about the palace even to this day. The Viscount had his nephew try to win over my granddaughter, so his family could take over the crown. Only Mabrey didn’t realize a few things. One, as I said before, Amelia learned quite a bit from you Ms. Priestly. She strong-armed the parliament into giving her a two-year trial to show that she could rule alone. Two…”
Clarisse was cut off by Mia’s arrival. She looked every bit the Queen. Her hair was swept up in a French Twist, and she was dressed in a smartly cut, black, pinstriped Armani pantsuit. Diamonds sparkled in her ears, and around her neck. Taking her place at the table, she finished the statement for her grandmother. “And two, men have absolutely no appeal to me. I’m gay, and was in a serious relationship, as you well know. No reason to beat around the bush, pussyfooting around an issue never gets a thing accomplished. Mabray’s nephew Nicholas couldn’t understand why his suave lady killer ways had no affect on me.”
Mia looked over at Miranda to gauge her reaction, and only received a raised eyebrow. The warm predatory glint in her eyes told a different story. Nigel broke the spell that Miranda had woven by asking her another question.
“If you are gay and were in a relationship, who was the man you were living with in New York? Secondly how do you plan to perpetuate the royal line if men hold no interest to you? Thirdly, being queen, can you even have another female for a spouse?”
Miranda wanted the answers to the last two questions as well, having already known the reason to the first, and in a sultry tone, purred a comment of her own. “Yes, Your Majesty, how do you plan to perpetuate the royal lineage?”
Mia barely repressed a shudder. Miranda’s tone was making it difficult to keep her libido under control. “Nate was posing as my boyfriend. It kept the heat off my other relationship. He was also a member of the Royal Guard because Joe wouldn’t dream of letting me on my own in New York, despite the fact I grew up there and know it like the back of my hand. As for perpetuating the royal line, I’ve already made arrangements for that. Antoine Suisson of Paris. Plays the harp. No title, but a good family.”
Nigel broke in again after he noticed Miranda’s pursed lips. A sure sign that she was about to blow her top. “Why Antoine Suisson?”
Mia noticed Miranda’s expression as well, and hurried to clear up the matter, but not before tweaking her for the obvious attempts to throw her off balance. “Well he is handsome, accomplished, and his not having a title clears any complication in those respects. Not to mention it solves both our problems.”
“Pray tell what those problems might be?”
The question had icicles hanging off the words, and Mia wondered if she would be able to see her breath when she spoke. “Antoine’s family has been pressuring him to continue the family name, and I need an heir. Also, I think Antoine and his husband will be fine fathers for the children. As per the agreement, the first child will bear the Renaldi name and throne, and the second will carry on the Suisson line. His family is pleased with the arrangement. Their social status will rise with the addition of royal blood, and the parliament has their heir.”
Miranda was pleased with the answer and at Mia’s logic. “How did you neutralize the Viscount?”
Mia was happy that Miranda had thawed, and she knew the woman would be pleased and maybe even proud at her answer. “When I thwarted his political maneuvering, he used physical means for the throne. The nephew I rejected managed to miss all vital organs when he shot me, and needless to say, their assassination attempt failed. I stripped him and his family of their lands and title, and then summarily had him and the nephew executed for treason. The parliament and the people of Genovia were pleased with the outcome. The title and lands will go to my second child and the Suisson family upon its birth. As for your third question, Nigel, in Genovia same-sex marriages are legal. It was the first piece of legislation I passed.”
Clarisse was unabashedly proud and it rang clear in her voice. “Amelia impressed the parliament with how she dealt with Mabray, and over the past two years she has done wonders for Genovia. The people love her, and parliament has no complaints.”
Mia gave an impish smile to the table’s occupants dispelling the somewhat serious atmosphere. “I even have my own mall. Do you wanna go shopping?” She sat back with a smug look, immensely pleased with herself, when Nigel burst out laughing and Miranda cracked a smile.
Author: kdsusa3
Parings: Miranda/Andy
Rating: PG-13 to M
Fandom: DWP crossover with The Princess Diaries
Disclaimers: I still don't own them, but I am borrowing them. I promise to put them back when I am done. They will be unharmed, and they will have had fun.
A/N: The next chapter in my little adventure. Thanks to all of those who have read and commented.
Chapter 6:
Mia let the hot water run over her tense shoulders. She had only frantically brought herself to release just moments earlier with Miranda’s name on her lips. Miranda herself was enough to get her going, but the stare was what brought her over, it always had. The woman could convey emotions and thoughts with her eyes alone, and she had better not get started on Miranda’s voice. Unsuccessfully repressing a shudder, Mia had no idea how she was going to last the week through. She imagined that she and her hand would become more than casual acquaintances in her near future.
She thought about stretching the ten minutes out to twenty, but remembered that her grandmother was alone with Miranda and Nigel. And her grandmother had the dreaded picture of when she was fifteen, and that she was probably showing it to them right now. Mia quickly rinsed off and rushed to get dressed.
At the table Miranda decided to break the slightly awkward silence. “Your highness, the palace is absolutely wonderful.”
“Thank you Ms. Priestly. Rupert and I had many wonderful years here with our two sons.”
Nigel joined the conversation with a question Miranda was about to ask. “Was Mia raised here as well?”
Clarisse looked startled for a moment then broke out in a laugh. “No, Amelia was raised in New York. She first set foot on Genovian soil when she was fifteen. Her father Philippe was a bit wild when he was a young man. He was second born, but his older brother renounced his throne to join the church, so Philippe became heir. He had an affair with an artist of Greek decent in New York, and Mia was the end result. She never met her father, and she had no idea that she was of royal blood until her fifteenth year. Philippe never married, and before his unfortunate accident he told me that he did produce an heir and gave me the information to find her. After the funeral I promptly went to New York, and contacted her. She was most upset to find out she was a princess. The poor darling had self-confidence issues. I understood why. The girl needed a lot of work to become a proper princess.”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “May I ask why?”
Clarisse motioned Charlotte over. “How about I show you. Charlotte please hand me the picture. Thank you dear.”
She handed it to Nigel, and he immediately burst into laughter. Miranda snatched it from his hands wondering what made her second in control loose control like that, and nearly choked herself. An absolute nightmare for hair, horrible glasses, and braces, it was a most unflattering picture.
Clarisse chose then to continue her tale. “Amelia was a trial. She had no idea how to dress, act, speak, or even walk correctly. She was decidedly ungraceful and awkward. Her hair even destroyed a hairbrush. Snapped the thing right in half. Paolo was inconsolable. It was his favorite. It took many lessons to turn the duckling into a swan, but we managed, Genovia was spared a dynasty change, and a princess was born.”
She motioned Charlotte over again, and retrieved a second picture. “As you can see for yourselves.”
Nigel chuckled again. “That is most impressive.”
Miranda had to smile at the transformation, and wondered why Mia had looked like a cross between the two pictures at her Runway interview, but before she could voice her question Clarisse had once again began speaking.
“After she had finished her schooling, she requested a year off so to speak. Amelia had been performing beyond expectations, and things were running smoothly here, so I agreed. But I did place two conditions on her sabbatical, the first being that she use a pseudonym to avoid the media, and the second being she work for you Ms. Priestly. I had been aware of your management style for some time and found it very affective. I felt the girl could learn quite a few things from you, and it turns out that she did.”
“It is always nice to see someone appreciate the finer points of my managerial style.”
“Well yes it is impressive. I do, however, owe you an apology Ms. Priestly.”
Miranda was starting to put all those scattered pieces together. “Why do I seem to need an apology from the Queen Mother of Genovia?” She knew her voice had an icy edge to it, but it couldn’t be helped. Somehow she knew she was looking at the reason for her discontent for the last two years.
“The whole Paris situation was my fault. I hadn’t realized that there was a plot to take the throne. Viscount Mabrey had unearthed an obscure law stating the heir must be married to take over. Amelia’s coronation was to occur the month after Paris, so it meant she had to find a husband before then. I called her home immediately to rectify the situation. She was most unhappy with me, and has been moping about the palace even to this day. The Viscount had his nephew try to win over my granddaughter, so his family could take over the crown. Only Mabrey didn’t realize a few things. One, as I said before, Amelia learned quite a bit from you Ms. Priestly. She strong-armed the parliament into giving her a two-year trial to show that she could rule alone. Two…”
Clarisse was cut off by Mia’s arrival. She looked every bit the Queen. Her hair was swept up in a French Twist, and she was dressed in a smartly cut, black, pinstriped Armani pantsuit. Diamonds sparkled in her ears, and around her neck. Taking her place at the table, she finished the statement for her grandmother. “And two, men have absolutely no appeal to me. I’m gay, and was in a serious relationship, as you well know. No reason to beat around the bush, pussyfooting around an issue never gets a thing accomplished. Mabray’s nephew Nicholas couldn’t understand why his suave lady killer ways had no affect on me.”
Mia looked over at Miranda to gauge her reaction, and only received a raised eyebrow. The warm predatory glint in her eyes told a different story. Nigel broke the spell that Miranda had woven by asking her another question.
“If you are gay and were in a relationship, who was the man you were living with in New York? Secondly how do you plan to perpetuate the royal line if men hold no interest to you? Thirdly, being queen, can you even have another female for a spouse?”
Miranda wanted the answers to the last two questions as well, having already known the reason to the first, and in a sultry tone, purred a comment of her own. “Yes, Your Majesty, how do you plan to perpetuate the royal lineage?”
Mia barely repressed a shudder. Miranda’s tone was making it difficult to keep her libido under control. “Nate was posing as my boyfriend. It kept the heat off my other relationship. He was also a member of the Royal Guard because Joe wouldn’t dream of letting me on my own in New York, despite the fact I grew up there and know it like the back of my hand. As for perpetuating the royal line, I’ve already made arrangements for that. Antoine Suisson of Paris. Plays the harp. No title, but a good family.”
Nigel broke in again after he noticed Miranda’s pursed lips. A sure sign that she was about to blow her top. “Why Antoine Suisson?”
Mia noticed Miranda’s expression as well, and hurried to clear up the matter, but not before tweaking her for the obvious attempts to throw her off balance. “Well he is handsome, accomplished, and his not having a title clears any complication in those respects. Not to mention it solves both our problems.”
“Pray tell what those problems might be?”
The question had icicles hanging off the words, and Mia wondered if she would be able to see her breath when she spoke. “Antoine’s family has been pressuring him to continue the family name, and I need an heir. Also, I think Antoine and his husband will be fine fathers for the children. As per the agreement, the first child will bear the Renaldi name and throne, and the second will carry on the Suisson line. His family is pleased with the arrangement. Their social status will rise with the addition of royal blood, and the parliament has their heir.”
Miranda was pleased with the answer and at Mia’s logic. “How did you neutralize the Viscount?”
Mia was happy that Miranda had thawed, and she knew the woman would be pleased and maybe even proud at her answer. “When I thwarted his political maneuvering, he used physical means for the throne. The nephew I rejected managed to miss all vital organs when he shot me, and needless to say, their assassination attempt failed. I stripped him and his family of their lands and title, and then summarily had him and the nephew executed for treason. The parliament and the people of Genovia were pleased with the outcome. The title and lands will go to my second child and the Suisson family upon its birth. As for your third question, Nigel, in Genovia same-sex marriages are legal. It was the first piece of legislation I passed.”
Clarisse was unabashedly proud and it rang clear in her voice. “Amelia impressed the parliament with how she dealt with Mabray, and over the past two years she has done wonders for Genovia. The people love her, and parliament has no complaints.”
Mia gave an impish smile to the table’s occupants dispelling the somewhat serious atmosphere. “I even have my own mall. Do you wanna go shopping?” She sat back with a smug look, immensely pleased with herself, when Nigel burst out laughing and Miranda cracked a smile.