It took about four hours before the plane landed, Quinn and Francis passed the time by talking about every which thing they could think of. When the plane landed Quinn and Francis climbed off. Quinn looked around at the new country she was in. "Man the air here is different." She remarked, "Really?" Francis asked not having noticed. "Yeah, smells like flowers." Quinn remarked, "Oh there's a bunch of flowering trees around this time of year." Francis explained. "Really? That's cool." Quinn responded taking Francis's hand as they walked down the last step. A limo then pulled up and Quinn sighed. "Good grief." She murmured looking nervous.

"It's just a limo Quinn." Francis said laughing nervously, "It's just a limo, he says. I love you but you make me sick Francis." Quinn mocked, but Francis paused and smiled. "You love me?" He said grinning. Quinn's face turned red, "That's what you're fixating on!" She shrieked embarrassed she had blurted the 'L' word out so easily. "I love you too!" "No! No! I didn't—! Stop!" Quinn tried to slow things down but Francis just smiled and held her hand. "You already said it! Can't take it back now!" Francis laughed, Quinn groaned as she got into the limo held open by a chauffeur.

Once in the limo, Francis looked over at the nervous-looking Quinn, "I was just kidding you know." He tried to smooth things over, he didn't want her being uncomfortable. "I'm just mad because I wanted when I said it to be more special." Quinn confessed with a sigh, "Messed that one up." She scratched the back of her head before looking over at Francis who's face turned blood red. "Wa... You meant that!?" He shrieked. "Yeah...?" Quinn looked confused, "I... I said it back..." Francis covered his face, "I meant it as a joke!" He complained.

Quinn laughed as he lamented, Francis peaked between his fingers at her. "Okay, I feel a little better." She said snorting as she laughed, "Why? Because I got upset?" Francis was confused, "Misery loves company." Quinn replied, "You're terrible." Francis sneered. "But you love me," Quinn responded with a smug grin. "How did you manage to twist this around!" Francis bellowed. "I'm just that good Francis."

The two of them bickered and teased each other the entire ride to Francis's home. Which was, a large estate, so large that Quinn only noticed because something blocked out the sun. "Holy fuck!" She exclaimed, Francis, laughed nervously, "Home sweet home?" He said sheepishly. "You're disgusting." Quinn snapped, "Really?" Francis asked feeling a little insecure. Quinn's expression relaxed, "No. I'm just overwhelmed." She said honestly even grabbing Francis and hugging him as she said this. Francis relaxed he had been worried that this would scare Quinn off. While Quinn knew about his title and background... She didn't really see for herself what it was like. Just like Francis hadn't seen for himself what it was like living on the other end until that video Quinn showed him.

Francis had thought to show Quinn something similar but didn't want to seem like he was mocking her. Quinn had taken her video to remember where she came from. Francis only wanted a video to sort of warm Quinn up to the idea of where he came from. Quinn had a tendency to freak out whenever she got near anything she deemed too expensive. Francis had made that mistake on their first date taking her to a fancy restaurant. The whole thing was almost ruined because of that, thankfully Quinn just explained to him that she was really uncomfortable and they ended up eating fast food instead.

He liked Quinn, well actually at this point, he loved her. It was a bit soon sure, but he had known Quinn for a while before dating her. Since he first started college in fact. That was almost two years now. He didn't want to lose her over something like this. Especially when the name ArchDuchess Quinn Bonheur-Amore sounded so good! Not that Francis had filled notebooks writing that name down... He especially didn't entrap the name in a heart either... Francis couldn't help himself when he buried his face into Quinn's shoulder as she hugged him. He was such a lovesick mess.

The limo came to a stop and both Francis and Quinn refused to get out of the limo. "It's really fancy in there." Francis warned, "I know..." Quinn groaned, "Is there like a cheap hotel I can stay at...?" Quinn half-jokingly suggested. "All the hotels around here are five stars," Francis explained earning a groan from Quinn. "Why did I have to date a rich boy?" Quinn buried her face into his shoulder. "To be fair... I'm a bit more than rich..." Francis said nervously, "My cousin is the crown prince." He explained feeling Quinn go rigid. "Just tell them I'm your paramour." Quinn said lowly earning a laugh from Francis, "Girlfriend is too much."

"No, you're my girlfriend." Francis insisted, "Not my mistress." He said with a laugh, "I could be, I'd be a damn good one." Quinn joked hugging him tighter. "I don't think you'd be willing to share me with someone else," Francis said patting her on the back. "Damn it, my possessiveness gets in the way once again," Quinn complained pulling away from the hug. "You're taking this well." He said, "Oh I'm screaming on the inside. I'm just pretending to be okay because I love you and junk." Quinn deadpanned. Francis smiled, "Thank you." "You're welcome." "I love you." "I love you too."

Finally, Francis and Quinn climbed out of the limo, Francis looked up to see his father Pierre and his other father Jules standing there at the top of the steps to the front door of the estate. "Francis!" His father Jules called wearing a silk robe waving, he ran down the steps and rushed to hug him. "Hi, my sweet little baby!" Jules greeted hugging and kissing his face. "Hi, Papa." Francis greeted hugging him back. Quinn climbed out of the limo at this point and the chauffeur shut the door before driving off. "Oh?" Jules said seeing Quinn standing there awkwardly. "Who are you?" Jules asked, Francis's eyes widened, "Papa I told you! This is my girlfriend!" He exclaimed.

"Nice to meet you," Quinn said sheepishly before glancing around. She seemed to be eying the gate more than anything else. "My name is Quinn Rams..." She turned back but trailed off looking past Francis who turned around to see his father Pierre and walked down the steps and was openly glaring at Quinn. "Quinn Ramsey, daughter of May Ramsey, you have six siblings and your father is dead from a drug overdose," Pierre spoke up, Quinn frowned and sighed. "So this is how it's going to go." She said.

Francis quickly pulled away from Jules and walked over to Quinn. "You two!" He started to shout but Quinn placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright Frannie." She said looking at him. "You sure?" Francis asked, Quinn grinned, "Yeah, I hope you don't mind if I piss them off a little though." She said leaning over and whispering in his ear. "Well, they're being incredibly rude to you," Francis spoke up at a normal level. "Are you going to just stand there and ignore us?" Jules spoke up folding his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought I wasn't allowed to breath the same air as you," Quinn spoke up glaring back. Francis's parents flinched hearing this, "How dare you..." Pierre started to scold but Quinn laughed, "How dare I? How dare you." Quinn spat slowly moving in front of Francis. "I've known Francis for two years and every time he talked about you two all he did was brag about how great your love is and how it overcame everything. Something about your families not wanting you two to be together? If I'm remembering correctly?" Quinn said snidely. "Well yes, my family didn't approve of Jules," Pierre said smugly grabbing Jules's hand. "So you fought with your parents?" "Of course they said Jules wasn't good enough for me!" Pierre said proudly, "Like you're saying about me to Francis?" Quinn questioned looking at her nails.

Jules and Pierre's smiles dropped. "Let me nip this in the bud before it becomes even more of a pain than it already is," Quinn said looking up at Francis's parents. "I'm not here for your approval. I'm here because I wanted to spend time with Francis." She said placing her hands on her hips. "I'm not some boot licker who came here to dig for gold and whatever scraps you deem fit to throw off the table at me," Quinn spoke firmly. "I don't care if you don't like me. Francis likes me. That's the only opinion I'm concerned with." Quinn said pointing over at Francis who was smugly standing there.

"Also, fighting with your parents isn't much of a love story." Quinn spoke up after a moment, "I saved him from a tornado. That's much more dramatic than begging daddy to let you get married." Francis choked on his spit and laughed, "Quinn!" He chided grabbing her arm laughing. "What?" She asked as he started to drag her off. "That was a bit much." He said clearly amused as he led her up the stairs. "They did a background check on me, Francis!" Quinn complained. Francis just laughed as he led her inside leaving his parents standing there outside.

Once inside, Quinn stood there stammering. Francis sighed and began pushing her through the lobby. "Don't pay too close attention!" He exclaimed feeling Quinn already freezing up. "Is that a fucking Van Gogh!" Quinn shouted pointing at a painting on the wall. "With a Monet next to it!" Francis groaned, "I'm regretting that art history class we took together!" He complained, "They're fakes! Just pretend they're all fakes!" He said pushing her up the grand staircase. "Why is your staircase marble!" "And I'm regretting watching that fancy home-buying show with you now." Francis groaned. At the top of the stairs, Quinn froze and slowly turning to Francis who was huffing and puffing. "Why the hell is the railing gold-plated Francis?" Quinn jerked her hand away from the railing she had used to brace herself on.

"Quinn please." Francis begged, "I don't know." He felt so tired already, "My great grandparents put it in!" Quinn stared at him and sighed, "Come here." She said grabbing him and hugging him tightly. "Sorry, I'm freaking out." She apologized. "You can't help it," Francis mumbled closing his eyes. Quinn always gave the best hugs, they were firm but not too tight. Unlike his father Jules who always had a death grip whenever he hugged Francis. Quinn buried her face into his shoulder and breathed deeply. "That tickles." Francis laughed softly. "Give me a moment," Quinn mumbled before releasing him. She seemed calmer now. "You know you smell like the flowers outside," Quinn remarked. "I do?" Francis looked surprised to hear this. "Yeah." Quinn grabbed his hand and walked with him. "Must be because I grew up around them?" Francis asked.

Quinn laughed, "I must smell terrible." She joked, "No. You smell nice." Francis said with a smile. "You smell like leather with campfire mixed in. When you're really happy you smell like apple pies sometimes." Francis remarked, Quinn, smiled. "My grandmother would make apple pies when I was growing up. That's probably why." Francis grinned hearing this, "That sounds nice." "It was. I miss her sometimes." Francis smiled sadly, losing grandparents was something he could relate to. "I miss my grandfather a lot too. He used to take me fishing in the lake often." Francis explained leading Quinn towards a door. It was her room, he had specifically picked this out because it was right next to his.

"We should go fishing sometime then." Quinn suggested, "Yeah and we should make an apple pie like your grandmother made." Francis agreed. "That sounds like a date," Quinn said flirtatiously just as Francis opened the door to her room. Quinn looked up and stared, the room was just as ridiculously fancy as the other rooms. "Francis if you're going to harvest my organs just say so. I only really need one kidney." Quinn deadpanned, "Quinn!" Francis exclaimed, "You've been watching too many scary movies." He sighed, he had just gotten her calmed down.

"Is there a shack or a servant's quarters I can sleep in?" Quinn asked, "I'm not letting my girlfriend sleep in the servants' quarters!" Francis exclaimed, "I was just kidding about the servants' quarters!" Quinn exclaimed exasperated. Francis huffed softly, he had to remind himself this was all so new for Quinn. "Is this a castle?" She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Legally yes," Francis said folding his arms.

"It's too big to be an estate or mansion but it's much too small to be a palace. It's only the tenth-largest building in the country." He explained, "How humble." Quinn groaned leaning against the door easy before she noticed and jerked her hand away, "You know the estate is only decorated this way because we're required to maintain the historical architecture." Francis explained, Quinn relaxed hearing this, "Really?" She asked. "Why didn't you say so sooner?" "You were too busy screaming." "Fair enough."

Francis grabbed her hand and led her inside. "So if you had the choice this place would look different?" Quinn asked looking around, "Of course. My papa complains about it at least once a week. Says it's out of fashion." Francis explained, Quinn frowned. "Nothing wrong with preserving history." She remarked looking offended, Francis smiled pleased that Quinn had thought the same thing as he always had. Francis was so proud of being a Bonheur-Amore. He didn't understand why his father Jules was so bothered by the outdated style. There was comfort in knowing that people before him had used the things around him. It was like being surrounded by his family even though some of them had passed on.

So it made him happy that Quinn had gotten so offended, even earlier when she had given his parents a lecture. Francis couldn't help but think of how Quinn was already standing proud as the future archduchess. He rested a hand on the back of a chair silently wishing for the house to welcome Quinn in. Quinn slowly sat down on the bed with a sigh. Francis smiled, she already looked like she belonged here. "You know my house has old furniture like this too," Quinn said eying small scuff marks with an affectionate gaze. "Not as old but... You get the idea." Quinn explained glancing up. 

Francis smiled and slowly moved to sit down next to her. "Do you like old furniture?" Francis asked softly, "Yeah." Quinn said smiling, "I feel a bit more comfortable now knowing this stuff is old. I can just pretend that I'm at a really fancy antique shop." Quinn joked, Francis laughed resting his head on her shoulder. He interlocked fingers with her and yawned.

"Tired?" Quinn asked, Francis, nodded leaning more on her. "Come on at least take your shoes off and we can take a nap to shake off the jetlag," Quinn said softly as she kicked off her own shoes. Francis followed suit and the two of them curled up in bed together. They had taken naps a few times before together usually on a couch. But, this was the first time they were sleeping in the same bed. Francis couldn't help but think of how he could get used to this.