The Princess & The Jerk (Fifth Book of "Fire and Ice" Series)

Prologue: One day sweetness will move the world

Dear All,

Here comes the prologue of "The Princess & The Jerk" and as you can see, it introduces us the main two characters, but not just that. You will understand what I mean by reading it 😊

I must confess that I am thrilled at the idea of writing this story because both Viola and Sergey are characters that for long time I wanted to explore and deepen with their own story, just like Adrian and Vincent, whose story will come out soon enough. Also, this is a new adventure and journey, making me very giddy.

I really hope you will enjoy it and let me say that writing TP&TJ is a relaxing and very heart-warming experience for me. So perhaps, you will feel in the same way and share the same emotions, with an extra dash of magic fairy-dust.

The prologue will present a couple of new characters we will normally and recurrently see in the story, so be ready to spot them and drop your comments about them! I will be looking forward to reading your reactions, comments and messages, thank you very much 😊

I would like to dedicate this chapter to 1-hell-of-a-demon as a big and sincere THANK YOU my dear for your amazing comments and for the support and love you give to all of my books, thank you very, very much!

Please find a banner I created for the story, but once more let me remind you that the actors/models chosen are only for a visual effect, and they are not meant to entirely represent my characters. Then, the song picked for this part I believe somehow really suits it, particularly Viola's mood and personality. With this story expect some very nice classic music from time to time ^-^

P.s. I checked the prologue as much as possible, so I hope there won't be silly mistakes or typos...sorry if you find any.

For now, enjoy it and fairy-dust to all of you***

"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all," by Laura Ingalls Wilder

VIOLA POV – FRIDAY MORNING:

The semester had not begun long ago, actually just a couple of weeks ago, but I was really happy to say another very special person became my friend, Anatoly Denisov. Adrian and I had observed him during the last months of our previous year, seeing how he changed and how, as my brother and I thought, he possibly went back to his real self. I still remember the day in which he had a fight Sergey Lebedev and other students in the corridors of the school, when he shouted out his being gay and to "suck it up", using his words. It surprised me very much, because I never believed nor imagined Anatoly could be gay. The detail didn't change anything for me, for I already made up my mind I wanted to be his friend.

I was not entirely sure why I felt in that way, but there was a feeling, as if a fairy had sprinkled magic fairy-dust on me, making me see him for the person he really was, understanding there was much more that met the eye, seeing a person who suffered silently and lonely, a person who desperately wanted to change and make up for what he had done in the past. I liked that, I believe, because I was the kind of person who would always give a second chance, even a third chance. And Anatoly surely deserved that and some of my fairy-dust. I also will always remember the first time we interacted.

He was walking fast with a hard and gloom expression, his eyes set to the floor to avoid exploding at something that probably happened, because I came to understand he had quite a thermonuclear temper. I was walking moving to the opposite direction and I was talking to Sharon, not paying much attention to my surrounding, and the same applied to him. A fairy must have touched me on the shoulder because I lifted my head and saw him crossing the corridor with an expression that hit me in a way I never expected. What had happened to him? There was not mere anger on his face, but sadness too, deep sadness, and I wanted to go there and give him a big rainbow hug. Somehow, I always pictured hugs in the rainbow colours in my mind, or sometimes, they were pink with tiny stars glittering around. I don't know why it was like that for me, but how would I be able to explain it? Nope, not possible.