My sigh created static on the phone, blocking out everything else that Reece was saying. I was in the middle of a phone call with my best friend, of which we'd practically matured together. In between kidnappings of course. It's the common friendship among royals, playing badmitten together then getting kidnapped, then forcing him to play Barbies with me, then he gets kidnapped.

"Novocaine," he whined, purposefully drawing out that dreaded nickname he insisted on calling me. I buried my head deeper into the pillows that were intentionally color coded to match my national color. Kudos to Americans, they sure knew how to make a girl feel welcome.

"Hurry up and finish packing so we can finish Gossip Girl," he finished, breathing heavily.

"No lo quiero." I said, desperately trying to untangle knots in my hair. I'd been in the countryside of New York for a week and a half now, relishing in the lack of unwarranted paparazzi. I'd come to publicly endorse a presidential candidate under my father's wishes, showing Estrellamor's unconditional support.

It had consisted of two press conferences in addition to a public outing at a hiking trail with strategically placed paparazzi, and a Starbucks visit together. The woman was nice, apparently her husband had been president for eight years prior. After an atrocious new elect reigned for four years, she'd decided to toss her hat into the ring.

And by god did I love her. An Amazonian, that woman. Her arms were to die for. 😍

Oh, right. But now it was time for me to pack my things, get into a limo and drive through New York traffic until I reached my private jet to return home. Reece and Netflix awaited me, but that meant I had more political chores to do.

"Novocaine, please," Reece whined, his natural baritone squeaking higher as he pleaded. "Your psychologist of a boyfriend is pissing me off."

A thrill went down my spine at the thought of Gerry, shoulder length auburn hair that was always pulled into a bun, warm chocolatey eyes that sparkled each time he got passionate about a subject. Reece and him often butted heads, about everything mostly, but especially when it came to me. I knew that sounded egotistical or whatever, but honestly, between those two I had no way of getting a word in edgewise. They just couldn't let me play games on my phone in peace.

I sighed again, switching my phone between my hands. "What did he do now?"

Reece started talking immediately, telling me about how whenever he told Gerry that he missed me, Gerry would psychoanalyze everything. "Maybe your attachment to Nova is an indicator that bla bla bla loser syndrome."

"He did not say that."

I could practically imagine Reece's lips turned down into a pout. "It was implied. And besides, how could you not want to watch GG? Chuck and Blair are finally having a moment!"

"They're always having a moment of some sort. 'You sold me for a hotel wtf, well I have commitment issues, yadayadayada."

I regretted that fateful day when I made Reece sit down and watch Gossip Girl with me. Now he wouldn't stop pestering me about it. And we "had to watch it together" otherwise the "fun was ruined". I was honestly surprised that he got so interested in it because he wasn't normally a telenovela type of guy.

"Okay fine, maybe I just miss you and want to hang out." He admitted, his voice sheepish.

My heart twinged with guilt. As third in line to the throne in his own kingdom, Reece had an unbalanced plate of duty and boredom. Since his oldest sister was to be wed, all focus was on her instead of him. Therefore, he was extremely bored and setting up house in my mansion, as a "delegate".

Pfft, like we did any work. Hence the Gossip Girl addiction.

My Dad was a fan of Reece, but not so much of Gerry.

To be honest, most of the time he wasn't such a fan of me.

I rolled off the bed, landing on my feet. I switched my phone to the other hand and wedged it between the crook of my shoulder and cheek. Busying myself with folding more clothes and stuffing them into my luggage, I spoke quietly.

"I'll be back soon. Then we can play Halo and watch GG and make Gerry give us footrubs. Sound good?"

I could practically feel Reece beaming on the other end of the line. "Love you, Novocaine."

"Love you too, ya dunce." I hung up the phone and sighed.

I swore, that idiot would be the death of me some day.