However, with the special IDs Helena provided, such issues wouldn't occur at all.

It came with perfect timing, too, as Charlie had been planning to go sightseeing with Vera, since she held sentimental value over the country.

Nonetheless, the car soon left the airport and headed straight to the palace in the heart of Oslo.

Helena was there, waiting anxiously with her grandmother, Queen Alisha Elliot.

Watching Helena pacing around the throne room, blushing one second and giggling the next, Alisha went up and stopped her, "You should be more proper when you see Charlie. Show him the air of a queen as you should."

"What?" Helena blurted, embarrassed. "A-Am I being that obvious?"

"At this point, you're just stopping short of writing 'my beloved has come' on your face," Alisha teased.

"No way…" Helena was at once defensive. "I'm being very proper."

"You usually are," Alisha sighed, shaking her head. "But even if you usually carry yourself like royalty, you're behaving like a lovesick