A/N: Hello everybody! This is my very first fic. Ever. I just love The Royals too much, I knew I had to make something for it. I hope this thing would make December 4 come faster. Anys, I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I loved imagining and writing it. Suggest anything you would wanna happen and I would magic their way into the plot. Love you all xo.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the title. That is a song by Hale and you gotta listen to it.
Fml. Eleanor was so drunk. Too fucking drunk to see or to think or to feel. But she still continued her drink. Fuck my life, she thought. All the bullshit in one life is the best fucking life after all.
And then she drank some more.
There were no guards around. Or maybe there were. Eleanor was just not seeing them. Too drunk to see or to think about (or even to feel) guards anyway. Ha ha.
Of course, Jasper was there. He knew this would happen ever since the gossips about Robert. Alive. Missing. He knew he'd see her broken again. He wanted to be sure she was safe. He wanted to be sure she does not disappoint her family again. Her royal family. Her royal image. Her royal highness, Princess Eleanor Henstridge. He wanted to be sure there weren't nearby murderers or rapists or charming girl thieves.
But most of all —besides these excuses he made, there was only One Real Right Reason that he can't bear to admit even to himself:
He wanted to see her.
Oh goddamn, he wanted to see her. For the last time.
He made a promise that he'll leave and never come back, that they won't contact in any way at all. None. End.
But then, he was good at making terrible excuses and so he went.
Risking. Again.
And fuck he was too frustrated how he would trade anything just to hold her. To place her head on her neck. To smell, to touch, to hold. To kiss, to love her.
But seeing her was more than enough.
The same reason he came back to the palace. The same reason he follows her all around the world. And that won't be the case anymore. He is to leave the very next day. He will totally be removed off of Eleanor's life.
So for the last time, he watched this girl. This girl whom he loved. This girl who was broken. This girl he hurt. He watched her suffer. He watched her drink and shout and sing and rave. He watched her suddenly silencing. He watched her cry. And it was the most painful sight.