Author's notes:
1) This is my first entry on here. I would appreciate your reviews
2) English is not my native language so if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry in advance.
3) The fanfic is about Disney's Pocahontas II: Journey to a New World. I'm a huge fan of this movie and of PocahontasXRolfe couple. This fic takes place before the hunt ball in the film, concentrating on the love and romance developing between John Rolfe and Pocahontas. If you're a PocahontasXSmith supporters, then you'll find no interest in this fanfic :P
4) If there's any historically culture mistake, please forgive me, because I have no purpose or intention to hurt anyone. Please send me a note if that happens.
5) The fic is about to include 2 chapters. I hope to update it very soon. :D

And now- Enjoy! ;-)

It had been a while since Pocahontas had arrived at London. Things were going so fast that she had found it hard to remember the times she had known nothing about English people. Now she was almost an expert for English culture, even had figured a little how to use that accent. She had liked to watch how her bodyguard Uttamatomakkin learns what's around and tries to fit in by emulating the common customs. Although at first it was hard for Pocahontas to admit, now she could really proclaim in her head that she was happy in England. She felt complete, doing the right thing, although she was far away from her homeland and her father. It was her responsibility, after all, as the first ambassador of her people and chiefdom, to protect their culture.

John Rolfe had never left Pocahontas alone nor confused from the moment they had arrived at the ship to England. It was his duty to guide and protect Pocahontas during her diplomatic mission, and he would do it gladly, but yet he felt he wanted to help her for much more than this reason. John had known Pocahontas for several months, and they had lived in the same house too. John could see through her dazzling smile that she was in a deep maelstrom of thought, either out of the soft feelings he had been developing for her, could he understand she was a wise and intelligent lass who missed the times when she wasn't such involved in politics, those innocent moments of life you just live. Pocahontas indeed was young, and being a diplomat is a great duty for anybody, even for a princess.

"I just feel she needs some break, from this turbulence in the royal court".
"Oh, Johnny", Mrs. Jenkins sighed. "Our little Pocahontas seems so strong nowadays, but I agree with you- the elite environment maybe too much for this child." Mrs. Jenkins said while holding Percy, which growled.
"I sense I have to do something, but I don't know what to do". John Rolfe said, and put his head between his hands, then leaned them on his lap, and closed his eyes. Mrs. Jenkins put her right hand on John's shoulder. "I'm very worried about her", he said. "I think you should take her to the theater", said Mrs. Jenkins and smiled. John opened his eyes and looked at her, his cheeks started turning a bit red. "It's the perfect place for her to learn about the authentic nature of the English nobility". A short moment of silence occurred since John was speechless, then he somewhat returned to his senses and began to mumble "But, but-" "There is nothing to say, Johnny. I guess it is a wonderful idea to take Pocahontas to the theater". Mrs. Jenkins put Percy on the floor and arose from her chair, heading to the room's door. "I'll go to make some tea", she said as usual. John Rolfe sat there, pensive.

When John Rolfe got to his bed, he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about Pocahontas, about what Mrs. Jenkins had said, that he should take the young princess to the theater. That means he had to go out with her, and this thought had caused his heart to miss a beat. He had been aware that the embarrassment he felt whenever Pocahontas was around or was mentioned is the result of the attraction he felt for her since their journey on the ship to England. Thoughts of what would happen when he takes Pocahontas to the theater began to run around his mind. 'What she would wear? What she would say? How she would look? How he would behave?' John put his hands behind his head. He was so nervous and looked at the ceiling. He breathed deeply, and told himself to calm. Although he's on a mission, he should indulge these moments, for now love has come to his life.

Wait for chapter 2! :D