Her Royal Highness, Abigail, and Her Loyal Secret Agent, Edward

by sinclairgrace7

All rights go to Ally Carter. I do not own any part of the Gallagher Girl series. In this AU Tabby fanfic, Abby is a princess and Edward is sent to be, as Abby calls him, her babysitter. Needless to say, things become interesting between the two of them.

1. Chapter 1

Okay, so for this Tabby fanfic, I'm going to make it an AU. So this an idea I got from reading another fanfic. For this Tabby story, Abby is going to be a princess in England and Edward is going to be her secret agent, which he has to be by her side at all times because she's so reckless. Things get, shall we say, interesting, between the two of them. Well... enjoy! -Grace

Abby's POV

"MOM!" I scream through the halls of our palace.

"What is it, Abigail?" Mom replies back calmly.

"I do not need a babysitter! Get rid of him!" I scream angrily at her as I point to my new secret service person.

"Abigail Cameron! You are 15 teen years old and you are the most reckless royal I have met! And I've met A LOT of royals! He is going to make sure you are fine at all times, so yes you DO need a babysitter!"

"Whatever," I groan and walk off, secret service agent in toe.

-Time lapse to Abby's room-

"So, how old are you?" I ask.

"I am 18 years old, one of the best in Her Majesty's Secret Service," He says.

"Huh, you seem too young to be this condescending and arrogant."

"Says the one who just through the tantrum because you are too reckless and need a babysitter, as you called me."

"Whatever. My name's Abby, only my parents call me Abigail."

"My name is Edward, and I think I will continue to call you Abigail, considering I have to be professional."

I roll my eyes and say, "Whatever, ."

"Abigail, I have to be by your side at all times. We have to stay professional. Is that understood?"

"Yes, it's understood, Eddie," I say and chuckle a bit.

"I'm serious, Abigail."

"Oh, I know you're serious, Eddie. But I have a tendency to let my heart run wild, or have you not heard? Things like, the royal screw up, or the palace wild child, or, my favorite, princess running heart?"

"Abigail, that's not what I me-" I cut him off.

"It's exactly what you meant!" I exclaim then storm off into my bathroom, slam the door, and lock it.

I slump against the wall and slowly sit down against it with me knees to my chest. I feel tears prickling my eyes, but I won't let them fall. I swiftly wipe them away but continue to feel new ones replacing the old ones.

I hear a knock on the door, and a frail voice saying, "Miss?"

I quickly remove all trace of my crying and open the door to see my maid, Grace.