This story is very AU and I warn you right off the bat because it's going to seem crazy. I'm rather intrigued by the relathionship that ocurred between Wallis Simpson and Edward VIII, and because I can pretty much make a connection to Violet and Tate with anything I see or hear, I thought that it would be interesting to give this factual love story an AHS/fictional twist. So expect things Violate went through to happen here but in a different way. Hope you enjoy!

Never Let Me Go

Los Angeles, 1961

Harmon Mansion

The Harmon Mansion had previously been called The Murder House. That was way back before the U.S. declared that it would have a royal family and before the Prince of the time, Jacob, had bought the house for his lovely wife Ivy in the early twenties.

I know what you must be thinking: How is it possible that one of the most powerful democracies came to have a royal family? When a country is looking to have stars to an innocuous plan to gain friends on an international playing field, they're willing to do anything. It seemed silly what with the construction of the Panama Canal going on, but someone had spread the idea around Washington that having a royal family would be good for the world's view of the country.

So with that in mind the president and Congress decided to work on getting their very own royal family.

The most difficult part had been to figure out who would be considered royal. They decided to go with the most historic decision and that was to base this royal family off of the most direct descendants to George Washington. They found that the most direct descendant was a man called George Harmon. So, amidst a skeptical world (though, surprisingly, heavily supported by England) George and his wife Elaine were crowned King & Queen of the United States. His eldest son Jacob had been the one to buy the murder house.

Before they had been crowned, the Harmon's had had their fair share of wealth due to a large and growing textile business. The crown itself didn't come full of wealth and jewels like the European nations would have: they had a few preserved items kept in museums and a sum of money that would come from their working for the government. Aside from having many public appearances to attend to, the King was rapidly to be educated in history and politics and served as the President's most trusted aid. Together they were THE power team in Washington.

But I digress-

As previously mentioned, it was Prince Jacob who saw the potential in the Murder House. His advisors had told him that it would be a horrid purchase to make but he simply ignored it. He had the house stripped clean of any sign of the horrible murders that had taken place in the house, had had it lavishly furnished for his new bride and the two of them lived there quite happily for two months until his father died of a heart attack and they were ushered away to Washington. After that, the house served only as a vacation home for the Royals.

In 1959, Jacob's son, Ben, had given the house to his eldest child, Violet. Violet had always loved the old home in California and, more often than not, pouted on the way home to Washington. Ben loved his daughter more than anything in the world (except maybe his son Jack) so when she celebrated her sixteenth birthday he gifted her the house and told her she could live there with her guardian, Moira, if she so chose with the promise that she would attend private school and to come visit her parents for the holidays. Violet readily said yes and she was packed and ready to go live with the small freedom she had been given.

Today, Violet had just returned from her fall semester at Stanford to her beloved home in Los Angeles. Moira had informed Violet before hand that Leah, the friend her parents made her have because she was the daughter of one of her father's political buddies, was throwing a welcome home party for her. Violet wanted to whine about it, but she kept her mouth shut. The only reason Leah was allowed to have this party in her house was because Vivien, Violet's mother, wanted her to start dating.

No matter how many times Violet tried to tell her mother that there was no rush, Vivien still insisted that Violet must be married young. Leah had, undoubtedly, brought with her the most boring eligible bachelors the East Coast could possibly provide. This had probably made Vivien jump for joy. This really made Violet want to jump from a bridge.

The life that her parents wanted for her was entirely dull and part of the reason she loved being at University so much was that, other than taking the necessary history and political science classes, she could also take the art classes she so desperately loved. Having to attend a party that was for her, in her house, with people she would very likely kill if given the chance made the monotone at least murderously colorful.

When she opened the door to her house there was Leah, in all her stylish glory, bouncing up and down as she said: "Welcome home!"

Violet smiled at her and then acted surprised when she found her living room full of people. She put on her best smile and started saying hello politely and chitchatting with the ridiculous and boring people she found at this party. None were really her friends and she sickened of it. Bile rose up in her throat at the thought of having to continue to be polite to people she didn't like within the confines of her own home.

She excused herself and ran to the bathroom where she took out a razor blade from the cabinet, rolled up the sleeves of her dress and made a cut along her wrist. It was right then, as she relished in the bad habit that one of her art friends had instilled in her, that a blonde man said:

"You're doing it wrong. If you're trying to kill yourself you should cut vertically. They can't stich that up."

Violet turned around and looked at him. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

He wasn't fazed at all, he simply said: "If you're trying to kill yourself, you might try locking the door."

Violet rolled her eyes and simply dabbed her wound with a bit of alcohol (the sting always made her smile) and placed a Band-Aid over it so she could go back to the party without Leah suspecting. And to her surprise Leah had her arms around the very man that had so rudely interrupted her and secretly humiliated her. Leah spotted her as she walked over and then squealed loudly.

"Oh Violet there you are! This is my good friend, Tate. He's a bit late I know, but better late than never. I've been dying for you to meet him."

Tate looked at Violet with a small smirk and said:

"Hello, your highness."

Violet put on her disinterested mask and responded back politely. She noticed the man properly this time. She noticed he was a man to begin with-Leah was 25 and Tate looked to be a bit older than her at the very least. She wouldn't doubt that Leah had played what she lovingly liked to call 'Hide the Pickle' at some point with the poor fellow and somehow then stayed friends with him; he must be rich. She noticed that yes his hair was blonde but it was a dirty blonde and it was boyishly curled. Then his eyes were bordering on pure obsidian. He was handsome. Her curiosity, however, got the best of her.

"So are you Leah's guardian? You seem much too mature to be a playmate of hers if you understand my meaning."

"Is that a backwards way of saying I'm too old for her?"

"No. That's my way of asking if you're her age."

"I'm not. I'm thirty five."

"Ah. So Leah, how is Tate your good friend, exactly?"

"He's Michael's brother. You remember Michael, right?"

"Yes. Your college sweetheart. I thought you hated him."

"I do. Can't stand his guts, but Tate here is much, much nicer."

At that very moment a young man entered the room and Leah beamed. This was the guy that she wanted Violet to meet, in hopes of the princess having a future beau. He was handsome from what Violet could tell; aside from Tate he was the only handsome but different looking guy in the room.

"Violet this is Gabe, my cousin. Gabe, meet Violet Harmon."

"Your Highness."

"Hello Gabe. Since your cousin seems so excited for us to meet, how about you and I go have a walk outside?"

"Of course."

Violet, Gabe and Moira walked around the backyard as Gabe told Violet about herself. Gabe was interesting: he liked rock n' roll and was learning to play instruments but was about to attend medical school because his father made him. In a way he was like Violet and that intrigued her.

For a small while, during Violet's vacation, Gabe and Violet enjoyed some mild flirtation and kisses. To make the blooming relationship even better, when her father and mother visited they approved of the young man. However, come early January they both knew that their blooming relationship was going to face a serious challenge. While Violet would be in California, Gabe was going to be all the way in Boston. Long distance relationships were usually very tough but they promised to work things out.

However, a gorgeous blonde man with dark, penetrating eyes would subtly destroy this relationship.

One Friday afternoon, after her classes, Violet went to a small coffee shop to relax after a long day. Her chaperones were off duty during this time, and it was the one time a week she felt as free as a bird. And when she entered, she was mighty surprised to see Tate reading a book in a table at the corner of the shop. She hadn't seen him in a while and something inside her told her to go say hi.

"Hi Tate. Fancy meeting you here."

His head snapped up at the sudden noise and he smiled at her. "Hello Violet."

"What are you reading?"

"Frankenstein. I never get tired of it."

"You know, I hate how Hollywood always make the creature into a monster. Dr. Frankenstein is the real monster and I don't get why some people don't see that."

"As I've always said."

"Anyway, I'm curious. What the heck are you doing here in Stanford?"

"I teach here."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not. I teach English. Mostly the Romantic Period."

"That explains the book choice."

"Yeah, well…How are you doing?"

"Fine, thank you. Just a bit stressed. I hate most of the classes that I'm taking. In fact, I hate what I major in."

"And you're not allowed to change it because you're the King's eldest child?"

"Bingo. Dad frowned at me and gave me a one hour rant when I said I preferred to be taking art classes full time and have time to draw."

"I don't understand why you can't just major in what you want. Logically, I see why but it never seemed right to me. You're a person with different interests… you should have some time to go study what you want."

"I got the house…so at least there's that."

"What do you mean?"

"I own the Mansion. My dad gave it to me: I didn't realize it was a way of bribing me to do what he wants."

"Why would you want that place over living in that nice house in Washington?"

"Hey! My house has personality and I love that. I do miss being in Virginia though. I love it when the leaves change."

"Me too."-He said with a smile.

There was a long pause. Then she smirked and said:

"So is it bad if we're friends?"

"I don't think so. You're not my student after all."

"Ok then. So let's be friends."

"You sure about that Violet? I mean I'm an old guy who loves reading stuff from the Romanticism."

"And I'm a princess who hates her distant controlling parents and wishes she could be an artist. We make quite a pair."

He laughed. They then agreed to meet at the same place every Friday afternoon to catch up.

The following Friday, Violet was in an irritable mood and she was quite happy to see her attractive blonde friend. The whole week she had been unable to get him off her mind despite the fact that she had a boyfriend and that no one would every approve of her ever starting something with Tate. It wasn't that which was irritating her but it didn't help. So when she saw Tate waiting for her, this time reading As You Like It, she couldn't help but smile for a moment and sit down.

"Why so sad?"-He asked.

"It's not sad. I'm irritated. A professor called me an entitled princess who thought I knew better than him."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. I swear his wife must be savagely nagging him or something because all I did was point out that the end G was missing in the word 'debating'."

"You hate him right now."

"Absolutely! I just want to murder him in my mind and be done with it."

"So do it. What's stopping you from dropping his class?"

"You're right. He's a jerk to everyone anyway." She huffed.

Tate smiled: "You know you're attractive when you're angry."

Violet smirked at him and said: "Attractive is just a polite way of saying a woman's made the most of what she's got.*"

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Where the heck did that come from?"

"I heard a friend of mine say it to a guy who was trying to flirt with her."

He looked at her for a moment and she felt completely awkward. A slight blush crept up her cheeks and she silently asked: "What?"

"You're beautiful, Vi."

"I like you calling me Vi."

"And the saying you're beautiful part?"

"I think you're buttering me up for something. I just don't know what yet."

"You don't think you're beautiful."

"I never said that. I said that I believe you telling me that is because you're buttering me up."

"If I were, you'd know about it."

"How so?"

"I'm much more hands-on than I appear. I would just ask you for what I wanted."

"So you were just flirting with me?"

"Yes."

"You really oughn't flirt with an eighteen year old royal, you know. It could get you into a whole world of trouble."

"I like trouble."- He said with a wink.

Violet laughed. "You were flirting and now we're bantering. It's always interesting between the two of us, isn't it?"

"I like to think so. So what's the name of the guy who was giving you a hard time?"

"Anderson, why?"

"I think I know the perfect way to get back at him."-He said with a devilish smile.

Come Monday night when the professor got into his car, their plan had come to full fruition. Tate and Violet had hidden a basket full of eggs and blue cheese in the backseat that morning and that night had waited for him to arrive. In a secluded spot they laughed when they saw the Prof. gagging at the smell and struggling to get everything out of the backseat.

The following Friday found Tate waiting for Violet right outside the coffee shop. He gave her a rose he had painted black.

"I know how you don't like normal things."

"You're the first boy to ever give me a flower."

"Well I wouldn't consider myself a boy, but I'll take that smile."

Time passed. Violet and Tate had become obsessed with each other. No romantic lines had been crossed yet, but Violet had promptly cut all her ties to Gabe halfway into the semester. Her studies and Tate were the only things she cared about and nothing was going to change that.

The summer was fast approaching and with it brought the couple closer. It would bring them to intimacy. And eventually it would bring them to ruin.

*Taken from the movie W.E.

I have the rest of the story all planed out. I can't wait to write about when the press gets a hold of them. Scandals are a lot of fun! Oh and a shout out to ScarlettWoman710 & OhYellowBird: The Curve of Her Lips inspired me to keep the large age difference and to bring out Violet's Lolita side in the next chapter. Well that and the story is just amazing!