Chapter 2
A/N. Remember this is AU so the character's persona's have been altered to match those of The Royals characters.
Emma is dancing between two guys dressed in all black. She is clad in a tight and short sparkly silver dress. She is wearing a lot of black kohl liner around her eyes and her blond hair falls in curls down her back. She turns and notices her friend walking towards her. She squeals and throws her arms around her.
"Bitch, your coked-up ass better curtsy." She says and watches her friend curtsy in front of her. Well more like drop in low in front of her. This causes Emma to throw her head back with laughter.
"Do we like them?" Her friend asks her.
"No." She replies as she drags her friend away from the two guys she was dancing with previously. The guys try to follow them but Emma's security detail steps in front of them before they are able to take two steps towards her. Emma leads her friend to a private booth in the back of the club.
An hour later, Emma is dancing in her seat to the song playing around her. She throws back shots with friends before she starts dancing again. She notices one of her friends has decided to stop drinking she helps her other friend pour a shot down the friend's throat.
After two hours of dancing on the dance floor, Emma walks back to the booth. Emma throws back another shot before lighting a cigarette. A few moments later, she stands up and begins to dance again. Alcohol, money, and drugs are being thrown all around her. She does not know who the guys are in the booth or why they do not have shirts on. She does not care; this is a normal night for her.
At some point later that evening, Emma ends up kissing her friend passionately as they dance around the booth. A few minutes later, she notices that one of the guys is setting up a few lines of coke. She leans down to snort a line before deciding she is going to dance on the table for this guy. Drugs, alcohol, and dancing in heels on a table did not make for a good combination. She falls off of the table and someone in the club takes a photo at the opportune moment and takes a photo of her crotch.
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Graham has escorted the girl back to his room and now has her lying on his bed while he is laying on top of her. He moves up and lifts his shirt off before moving back down to kiss her. The girl flips them over so she is now straddling Graham as she pulls her shirt over her head and throws in onto the floor behind her. She moves forward to kiss Graham and after a few moments he flips the two of them over. He begins to kiss down her stomach. The girl leans up trying to get more of his touch.
Graham and the mystery girl continue to kiss on his bed. They fight for dominance as their passion grows. They continue to flip each other over alternating between who is on top and who is kissing down whose neck. Graham finally wins the battle as he pins the girl onto the bed with his body. She moves her hands to grab his butt and gives it a light squeeze.
He moves to kiss the top of her breast as his hands move to unzip her jeans. He knew this is a combination of alcohol and physical attraction but he is was going to make the most of it. After all, he is a prince of England.
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The Next Morning
David throws one of the many newspapers showcasing his daughter's incident from last night on the table. He turns and walks towards the windows as he hears helicopters circling the palace grounds. He watches with disappointment as the helicopter lands and his daughter is passed out in the back seat from last nights' festivities.
"Your majesty?" A palace servant says from behind him.
He turns around to face the servant. The man looks sad which prompts him to ask, "My god, Truman. What else did she do? I can't imagine it can get any worse."
"It's not your daughter, sir. It's your son. I'm afraid it is worse."
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Graham is asleep resting his head on the girl from last night's rear when he wakes up and pulls the covers around her. He sits up and as his security guard, Robin, walks through the door of his room.
"Prince Graham." He says.
"Robin. You're supposed to guard me, not scare the hell out of me." Graham replies.
"You need to return to the palace, Your Highness." Robin tells him with a grim look on his face.
"Why what's going on?" Graham asks him.
"You too, Ruby." Robin states.
The girl from last night, Ruby, turns around to face the door and sits up on the bed. She pulls the covers closer around herself. She stares as Robin leaves the room and throws herself back onto the bed with a sigh.
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Mary Margaret sits at her desk in a red dress flipping through the newspapers showcasing her daughter's incident from last night. Emma walks into the room which causes her to look up.
"Mom?" Emma asks her.
"Emmaorgy. Flash Dance. Royal Beaver." Mary Margaret says while reading the newspaper headlines aloud to her daughter. She turns the last one around to face Emma so it has an impact on her.
Emma just takes a deep breath and stares at the floor. Mary Margaret slams the paper into the desk and stands up to speak to her daughter.
"My daughter, the Princess, behaving like a common whore. But go on, amuse me. Explain this latest disgrace. But please, Emma, make it original this time." She tells her daughter with her hands crossed around her front.
Emma finally looks up into her mother's eyes. "August is dead, Mom."
Mary Margaret's face falls as she realizes what Emma has just told her.
