He wrote her a letter every day. Every day that went by and she was gone, he wrote a letter. The first letters were letters expressing his apologies to her for abandoning her and breaking her heart. As the days went by and he wrote more letters, he started to write about when he knew he was in love. It was amazing how much he could write into letters. He had not been a big letter writer and he struggled at first but sometimes when he started, he couldn't stop.
He never sent them. He kept them in a box in the control room. This was the place where he spent most of his time now. Seeming as he now worked for the King, he rarely spent time at home. Sometimes he found himself watching her bedroom doors on the monitors. They hadn't opened for 5 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. They haven't been opened since she left the palace to be great.
Two more days and then she would be back. His Majesty always liked to keep Jasper in the loop on what the Princess was up to. If he didn't hear it from him, he saw it in the press. Her redesigns were earning her high praise from the media. He was proud of her. But he missed her.
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Eleanor had been in Italy for three weeks now and her six month excursion is coming to an end in a few days. She has enjoyed working on Sebastian's family's hotels but she's ready to go home now. She missed her room; she certainly missed the comfort of her bed. She missed Sara Alice. Eleanor walked over to her vanity where she kept her makeup and a few photos from home; one of her father and her when she was younger, one of Liam, her and Helena. She missed a certain bodyguard.
She opened the top drawer and pulled out a box. This box had become her safe place while moving about for the last six months. Although she travelled with security (Rosie is loving Italy so Eleanor gave her the day off to explore), she chose to keep this box as her place for everything she held dear.
She unlocked the box and opened to find her father's watch sitting on top where she last left it. A tear fell spilled from her eyes when she picked it up. Her father told her to be great and that it was she was trying to be. Underneath lies photographs of her childhood with her entire family. Eleanor spent time going through each one of these photos and reminiscing of her childhood; memories with Liam, Robert, the King and the Queen, even Cyrus was in some of the photos.
Eleanor placed the photos beside her as she pulled up one photo from the bottom of the photo. It was of her and Jasper. He didn't want the public to find out about their relationship because he feared that the public would ridicule Eleanor if they found out about his past. Therefore he didn't want to take photos together in case they somehow found their way into the wrong hands.
This photo was the only one she had of them. Well she had others but he was always in his role of bodyguard in them. He wasn't her bodyguard in this one, he was simply Jasper. This one was her most prized possession after her father's watch in the box. It was a simple photo that she had to bribe Jasper into taking. They had tried to take selfies but Eleanor had not liked any of them. Sara Alice offered to take it for them so she took the only photo of the couple. Because of her height, the position of the photo was off but it was Eleanor's favourite photo. Jasper and Eleanor sat next to each other on the couch in her room and they were looking towards each other as if no one else mattered in the world. It was only them in this crazy world and that was the only thing important.
Eleanor looked at this photo and half smiled. It was taken before Jasper went all noble and broke up with her instead of being honest. Under the photo which Eleanor held most dear, was the story book which Sara Alice gave her before she left for her trip. She took it out of the box and flipped to the last page where she knew it was. There it was, the necklace which Jasper had bought her for Christmas
Eleanor looked at it often but could not bring herself to wear it. She really wanted to place it around her neck but couldn't bring herself to do it. She tried not to admit it to herself but she did think about him often. When he told her he loves her as she stood in her coronation gown, she felt her world snap back into focus. The boy she loves loves her back. After he broke up with her, she thought her world had fallen apart. For weeks after, all she could think about was what had she done wrong. The only thing she could think of for weeks was the letter in which she said she loves him. She was certain it was that until he told her he never got the letter.
Something didn't add up and she was going to find out what it was.