Hi! Thank you so much for the generous reviews on the last installment of 'Angels'. Per request, you guys sparked a great idea on creating a new story based on the recently released trailer. It could be interpreted in a lot of different ways, but this will be about how I envision it hopefully going. The story will involve more characters than I normally write about, but our Jaspenor will more often than not have the spot light. Cuz what the heck is the Royals without Jaspenor?! Enjoy, and PLEASE leave any constructive criticism and love in the comments. They truly make my day and really keep me motivated to get the next chapter out ASAP! Happy reading :)

"Don't shoot!" Liam hollers instinctively throwing his hands above his head.

Cyrus stands before him gripping onto a pistol directed at his nephew. His hands are erratically shaking with teeth gritted. Eyes bulging from his skull with dark circles underneath, the man looked sicklier than normal. It takes a moment for him to focus in on the young Prince before him.

He swiftly lowers the gun with a sigh of relief. "It's just you," he blandly states.

The perplexed and horrified look on Liam's face prompts Cyrus to explain himself.

"You ruined it you know. Just a few seconds longer and you would have walked in on your old uncle on the floor with.. brains splattered across the vintage rug." He looks sympathetically at the carpet beneath them, showing more concern about the interior design than the horrific statement he had just made.

Liam's chest rapidly inflates then deflates still trying to catch his breath. "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that," he says with furrowed eyebrows. "I need your help. You aren't going to kill yourself on my watch. This isn't the Cyrus Henstridge that I know. You're being pathetic."

"And since when were you such an avid fan, dear nephew?"

Liam shakes his head with a bewildered smile on his face. "The two of us have more in common than you would think. The spares. Having the thrown ripped from our hands." He takes a couple steps closer maintaining intense eye contact.

With a wild look of intrigue in his eye, Cyrus silently excuses himself to a glass container of bourbon. Calmly opening a cabinet adjacent to him he removes two glasses setting down the pistol in its place.

"It took you this long to figure this out?" Cyrus states with a monotone voice. He fills both goblets halfway before offering one to Liam. "We are indeed alike, my little munchkin. However.. I on the contrary have touched greatness."

Liam takes a small sip feeling the burning sensation of the whiskey pass through his esophagus. His heart is racing off adrenaline.

"And I can tell you it's worth every bit," Cyrus adds with a velvety, dangerous tone.

"Take me under your wing. Show me."

The glare from the fireplace dimly lights the room revealing the sinister smile on Cyrus' face. He leans his glass toward Liam's offering a cheers.

"Welcome to the dark side."

They clink glasses.

"It's much more fun down here."

Eleanor sits on her luggage attempting to compact as many clothes as possible before zipping it tight. Letting out a sigh of relief she pushes a few stray hairs from her face. A shock of reality jolts through her body as she looks up at the clock.

She had 12 minutes until her car would be there to pick her up.

It was full speed ahead ever since Sebastian offered to take her along on a charity tour across the globe. There was no time to think about possible repercussions or regrets.. No. This would be a trip to find herself again. The heart wrenching break up with Jasper catapulted her into an identity crisis. Surely traveling the world with the Prince of Morocco would bring her some sense of clarity and center herself.

Opening up the bedroom door Eleanor nearly runs over Sara Alice causing her roller luggage to slam into the back of her feet.

"Hello," Sara Alice's tiny voice echoes as she looks up at the Princess. "So you promise you will call me once you land?"

Unable to hold back a smile, Eleanor proceeds to walk down the hall with both the luggage and her young friend on her heels.

"Yes, as soon as I get service," she reassures James' daughter.

"And at least once a day.. we will video chat." Sara Alice skips along side her.

Eleanor looks down at her picking up the pace. 7 more minutes.

"Too right you are."

Her focus on the little girl causes her to nearly run into someone once again. But this time it was someone much taller and with a deeper voice.

"Watch where you're going little sis," Robert says with a chuckle. "I can see you are anxious to get on the road."

Eleanor throws an arm around Sara giving her a squeeze before saying a quick good bye. Sara skips away toward James' office.

She gives a rushed fake grin to her eldest brother before resuming her journey toward the exit of the palace. 5 minutes.

"He's a good man, you know, Sebastian." Robert remains in place advising his sister.

Frantically spinning on her heels she gives him a sarcastic 'good to know' thumbs up. Of course she knew Sebastian was a good man. He enjoyed the same activities as her and was an active member of his community. He treated her with respect. He was comfortable. He was calm. He was normal. And normalcy was hard to come around nowadays. Quite the polar opposite of..

Stop it. I will not think of him.

2 more minutes.

"Good bye Robbie!" Eleanor shouts picking up her pace. Now was not the time to endure another one of her big brother's lectures. "I'll see you in a few weeks. Visiting us in Tuscany, yes?"

"Safe travels Lenny."

Eleanor peers into Liam's room hoping to say a quick good bye. Things had been a bit rocky between the two usually in tune siblings. Well, pretty much ever since Rob came back into the picture. It was unclear whether it was sheer jealousy, or just the resurrection of Liam and his unstable relationship. If she was being honest with herself, her twin and eldest sibling never saw eye to eye ever since they were kids.

But Liam wasn't in his room. Letting out a grunt Eleanor releases her grip onto the handle of her luggage and stomps into the bedroom. Her eyes quickly scan his desk before grabbing onto a stack of post it notes that she could scribble on.

Off to travel the world.

Love you.

Lenny

P.S. Behave.

45 seconds.

"Good bye mummy!" she hollers echoing down the hallway before her. Helena pops her head out of a room before shuffling her diamond clad stilettos toward her daughter. She gives a kiss on either cheek before smoothing Eleanor's hair flipping it at the ends.

"You be good now," she instructs with a glimmer in her eye.

Eleanor rolls her eyes letting out a sigh.

"Yes mum. Now I've got to go. I'm going to bloody miss my flight."

2 minutes late.

Using all of her body weight to open the large front doors, Eleanor exits the palace with her luggage close behind. The limo was waiting for her parked only a few feet away.

This was it. She gets into this car, and it's official. No turning back.

Nearing the car she throws on her coat waiting for the driver to come out and help with her baggage. After a minute passes, it was apparent that no one was going to come to her aid.

"Helloooo?!" she irritably knocks on one of the tinted windows.

The trunk pops open.

Eleanor's mouth hangs agape at the sheer impoliteness of her transporter. They must be new to the scene. But she plays along lowering the handle of the luggage before taking every ounce of strength lugging the 10 lb bag into the trunk. Winded and irritated, the Princess finally opens the door and lets herself in.

She shuffles through her Prada bag looking for her cell phone to text Sebastian.

On my way.

They would be making a stop at his hotel to pick Sebastian up along the way to the airport. In the spirit of the humble trip that was taking place, they chose to fly to Italy commercial.

15 minutes in to the ride, Eleanor was able to down two vodka sodas to ease her anxiety. Flying was never one of her favorite activities.. nor was leaving her whole life behind in England. Leaving him in England. Her heart drops at the thought. Another vodka soda.

The limo comes to a slow stop.

Assuming the new driver was stopping to get gas.. rookie move.. she casually takes another sip scrolling through her Instagram. The hotel was at least another 30 minutes away.

She jumps at the sudden click of the door next to her opening. Arching an eyebrow she tosses her phone to the side.

"Can I help y-"

Eleanor stops at the sight of an extended hand held out toward her. It takes less than a few seconds for her to recognize the familiar hand. Without hesitation she places hers into his. She ducks her head carefully exiting the limo.

Jasper helps her stand to her feet grabbing onto her other hand. He's wearing his normal uniform decked in a perfectly tight fitting suit and tie. A blow of wind directs the aroma of his cologne toward her. The scent she had missed for far too long. It had been a week since she last saw him. His gaze was no longer possible to avoid. She finally matches his stare instantly getting lost in his icy blue eyes that told a story. They always did. Whether he was angry, excited, upset.. aroused.

"You make a bloody terrible chauffeur," she says lightly. It was the only words that she could come up with.

Jasper softly chuckles before taking a sharp inhale. His expression drops again.

"I couldn't just let you leave."

Before she has the chance to reply he continues.

"I mean- you can leave. But.."

Eleanor furrows her eyebrows. It was obvious that he was at as much of a loss for words as she. However he was the one that put them in this situation. It was on him to tell her what the hell was going on. So she patiently waited for him to gather his thoughts.

Another gust of wind rushes past them sending her stick straight hair wildly in the air. His grip tightens.

"You can leave," he repeats himself. "But I had to see you one last time. To take you to.. to.. him."

His eyes roam away from hers shifting back and forth nervously. There's another pause.

"Jasp-"

"I love you Eleanor." The broken expression on his face makes her heart crumble. "And I can't let you leave without showing you how sincere I am."

Desperate for a mental break Eleanor separates the gaze by looking at the scenery surrounding them. He had pulled over in a foresty area where they were surrounded by vibrant green pine trees. What was remaining of the setting sun projected a beautiful pink and soft orange color across the sky that peered through the shrubbery. Another tightening of his grip brings her back to reality.

Jasper cups his palm around her face rubbing her cheek with his thumb. She cracks under his touch unable to hold back a faint smile. Her head naturally leans into his hand. He lowers his arm interlacing their fingers again.

"I promise you I will never let you down ever again. It's just you and me. You and me against the world. As it always should have been.." His voice fades away.

"This week has been the longest fucking seven days of my life." His voice cracks as though he's on the verge of tears. "I can't let you go on this trip.. wondering and waiting for months on end.. without knowing."

"Without knowing what?" she asks quickly shaking her head.

Jasper lets go of her right hand before bending down on one knee.