Note:This will only be a short story focusing on Princess Eleanor and Jasper. I have no current plans to turn this story into a complex, long story line but... you never know. For now it will be only a few chapters unless I get struck by inspiration. I just had to write this because there is a SEVERE lack of Jaspenor fan fiction. E

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Royals, or any of the character from the show.

Chapter One

How did you sleep?

Eleanor scoffs at the text from Beck. He's married and he made it perfectly clear he wasn't leaving his wife for her. Eleanor knows that but… he feels like home, reminds her of Robert, and of better times.

She shakes her messy, slept in curls and takes a deep cleansing breath. Without another thought she blocks his number and immediately pulls up Jaspers name and types out a text.

Where the hell are you!

She managed to pull one over on Jasper the night of the masquerade ball. What she would have paid to see the look on his face when he realized the girl laying naked in her bed wasn't her. She laughs to herself thinking about it but quickly goes quiet again. He's clearly mad at her. Always the control freak. She rolls her eyes. She thought that this was what they did to each other. Him with his demands and rules and her with her carelessness and resistance. So why is he no longer posted outside her door or answering her messages?

She has tried not to care where he is or why he wont talk to her but she's quickly realizing just how much he has come to mean to her. It scares her.

In a sudden flurry of rage and frustration she hurls her silent phone in the direction of her bed and storms off in the direction of Ophelia's rooms where she hopes to find the head of security and answers.

As Eleanor turns down the hall toward the entrance to their quarters her determined pace falters. Standing at attention outside Ophelia's door is her brothers bodyguard, Marcus and Jasper, at his new station.

"Jasper! What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"I've been reassigned, your highness." he says cooly.

"Reassigned?" she scoffs "that's not possible" she continues crossing her arms defiantly across her chest.

Marcus steals a quick glance at Jasper but he doesn't give anything away. Eleanor catches his gaze and waves him away with a few quick flicks of her wrist.

"Excuse me your highness." Marcus says, eying the pair curiously before disappearing into the apartment.

Once out of sight, Eleanor gives Jaspers chest a hard shove. He barely stumbles but the surprise that briefly crosses his ever stoic features doesn't go unnoticed by her.

"So what? Your mad I fooled you and left for Monaco?"

"No." he says simply, returning his gaze to the wall behind her head, arms folded tightly across his chest.

"So it was the video then." she says, staring at him expectantly. He doesn't answer, and he doesn't move. "It was!" she laughs without humor. "Your mad because of what I pretended to do with that bloody fool."

Jaspers eyes flicker momentarily to her's but quickly return to their empty gaze over her shoulder. "No… why would I be?" His words are cool and controlled but she caught a glimpse of the storm brewing in his eyes. She's come to be able to read Jaspers subtle tells.

They remain silent, her staring at him and him staring at wall behind her. When she cant take the silence anymore she sighs dramatically, throwing her hands up in a wild, frustrated gesture.

"Well just so you know… I faked the video." she says rolling her eyes. "I only kissed that idiot and it was pretty gross. He just kinda laid there like a dead cow. Poor sap was probably in shock I mean… look at me." She said gesturing to her scantily clad form.

"And why would any of that matter to me?… you highness."

Eleanor sighs gently in defeat, all sarcasm and fight falling out of her along with her breath. She takes a slow, cautious step toward him. "Jasper." She whispers "It does matter and we both know why." He still refuses to look at her. "For what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did it." He glances at her surprised at her apology. Never would he have imagined that he would hear an apology coming from her, especially directed at him.

He meant to quickly look away but the honest, vulnerability he finds in her eyes transfixes him. Unconsciously he takes a step toward her, hands unfolding from across his chest.

Before he can close the few feet between them, a frantic voice comes over on his ear piece. "Rebels have breached the gate. All staff report to your designated safe rooms. Get all members of the Royal Family to the royal safe room immediately. This is a red alert. I repeat, get all members of the Royal Family to their safe room."

One minute Eleanor thought Jasper might finally kiss her, admit to her that he needs her as much as she needs him and the next, his head is bent listening to someone on his earpiece.

His eyes are wide with shock or fear; maybe both. Before Eleanor can ask what's wrong, Marcus appears at the door eyes mirroring Jaspers. "I've got these two.

Go." he says before quickly disappearing again.

"What's going o-ow!" Eleanor exclaims as Jasper roughly grabs her by her upper arm and hauls her down the hall at an impossibly fast pace. She stumbles behind him, trying to keep up with his long purposeful strides. "Jasper what's going on?" He refuses to answer her.

They are halfway to the safe room and he still hasn't given her any clue as to where they are going or what is going on but she can tell its got him spooked. His fear causes her own to slowly creep up as well. Fed up with his silence she yanks her arm from his grasp causing them both to stop in the middle of the hallway.

"Jasper!"

He turns on her and the alarm on his usually stoic features makes her heart leap into her throat. Before either of them can say another word, rushed footsteps echo and come to a stop behind her. Turning she spots a man with a rifle held outstretched in her direction.