Chapter 5

During the show, they announced the future princess to the audience. She waved from the skybox to the crowd as the sound of their applause was almost deafening. As the show carried on, Bella wanted to jump, scream, and let loose. It wasn't proper form, as the duchess would say. She tried to maintain some sense of decorum. Regardless, she was cheering from the inside and enjoying every moment. Despite the royal fanfare, Bella was still a wrestling fan who wanted to be part of the crowd.

When the Rebels of Destruction came out from behind the curtains, she clapped, briefly losing her cool. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Bella stood and yelled for them like any other fan. Willam cleared his throat and Bella instantly sat bat down, biting her lip. She knew cameras were watching her, and she had to keep calm. As the team of wrestlers waved up at her, she felt like her stomach was doing flips. From that distance, they couldn't see her, but she thought maybe Jett was thinking about her as much as she was him. A part of her was loving just the mere thought of it.

She watched as Jett strutted around the ring, boosting up the crowd. When he started his promo Bella was on the edge of her seat. He was so sexy and single. "Princess-sminsess. I would love to have five minutes alone with him," she thought to herself.

After they left the ring Bella sat patiently waiting for the show to start again. During the commercial break, Bella got an idea. "William, can I speak to you?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Send someone over from the castle. I want formal invitations to the coronation given to the Archer family, Noah Wilson, and the members of the Rebels of Destruction. Invite them to stay in the castle for the next few days. They will be my special guest." She said in a royal tone.

"Bella the coronation? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm sure. It will be an honor to have celebrities visit the castle."

She was learning ways that pleased the monarch, but seeing Scarlett for the first time made her fumble her training. The pure excitement of meeting any of the Rebels of Destruction members in person was something she would not let pass by. Even though Scarlett wasn't officially a Rebels of Destruction member, she hung out with the crew, and that was enough for Bella. Scarlett was nice, and being friends with someone from the states would be nice. Even if it was for just a short time.

"Right away, princess. I'm sending someone now," William smiled in agreement.

He secretly loved wrestling too and was glad to do it. William had a secret romance that had brewed for years with the duchess, and he knew her well enough to know she would protest but be okay with it. As long as the king was okay with it, he didn't see an issue.

After the show, the royals quickly left the building to avoid the paparazzi. A royal messenger went to Mason and Scarlett with a stoic professional look. "Her Highness, Arabella, request the family of Archer, Noah Wilson, and the group of Rebels of Destruction to attend the royal coronation. The princess has invited you to stay at the castle starting tomorrow and ask for an RSVP by morning. Here is the invitation. They will provide all meals and accommodations. The royal family looks forward to your attendance." The man gave the invitations to Mason and back stepped away with a bow.

"Oh, my gosh! Daddy! The coronation. This is amazing. I have to go tell Halie and the guys." Scarlett started to walk away.

"Hold up on that. Have them all meet in our temporary office down the hall immediately. I want to have a good talk with them first. I don't want any funny business if we are going to do this. Understood?"

"Yes, dad. I'll go get them now." She rushed to find the group.

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A few minutes later, in Mason's makeshift office...

Jett walked in with the title flung over his shoulder and a smug look. He adjusted his leather jacket and pushed his sunglasses upon his head. He was as cocky and arrogant as ever. Jett flopped down on the couch and the other guys followed in line.

Chewing his gum, he quipped, "What's up boss? Scarlett says there's something big you need to talk about."

"Okay, you hooligans. Listen up! In the next few days, you are going to be on your best behavior. Noah, that goes for you too. No drinking, no parties, no foul language, and you will dress respectably. No exceptions. They have invited us to the Mecca Island castle for the princess coronation. We are staying there for a few days. If I so much as hear you are out of line, heads will roll. Got it!" Mason was serious and hoped they would listen, but doubted it would make a difference.

"Humm. I may get some of that sweet royal ass after all." Jett joked, looking over his shoulder at Gaven Jaxx with a fist bump.

"You listen good, Jett. You so much as look at that girl wrong, I'll make sure you pay. I have been hearing the comments about her from you idiots since we got here. Don't screw this up. I mean it." Mason pointed at him. "I got your number, son. Don't cross me or you will find yourself at the bottom of the XFW roster. Got it?"

"Oooo... scary. Okay, old man. We'll be good," Jett smirked.

Ace covered his mouth to hide his smirk. "Or good at it."

The guys chuckled at the smart mouth comment.

Scarlett hit his arm, "This is serious, Ace. Bella is super nice. Don't screw this up. She has had a lot of embarrassing things that have happened in the media lately. Having us there means she is really sticking her neck out. So be nice. And all of you are going shopping first thing in the morning. Dress nice. No jeans and t-shirts. We have a meeting with the Duchess about proper royal etiquette at noon."

The guys grumbled as Gavin spoke up, "So we have to pretend to be all prim and proper?"

"Yes. Please? Do this for me? I never ask you guys for anything. This is important," Scarlett begged.

"This is also a huge promotional opportunity for us all. Now get to the hotel and no parties tonight. Be ready at eight in the morning," Mason said sending them out.