Oh my gosh! Thank you all so much for the warm welcome back. Makes me happier than you know! Here's the second part - let me know what you think! Also feel free to give any ideas/requests on your interpretation of the trailer and where you would like to see the upcoming season going..

Happy reading :)

5 Weeks Later

Jasper sits in his bedroom face timing Eleanor. He's propped against the bed on the floor with a loosened tie hanging from his neck. His hair is disheveled and eyes droopy from a long day. "I wish I could be with you," he says trying to hold back a yawn.

"One more week," Eleanor's voice speaks through his cell speaker. She's wearing golden glittery eye shadow with false eyelashes. A pale pink lip tones down the dramatic eye makeup.

"You look so god damn sexy," Jasper ogles over her letting out a sigh. "No one better fucking touch you tonight."

"I don't know.." she teases flirtatiously flipping her hair. "Spanish men do seem to have a thing for sassy little Princesses."

"I mean it." He grips onto the phone with more force than before. "Don't make me take an early flight to Ibiza. No Spanish men.. or Moroccan for that matter."

"You seriously cannot take a joke. Get your knickers out of a twist." Eleanor rolls her eyes on the other end. "And for the seventh time, Sebastian has been behaving."

Jasper shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "I trust you. It's everyone else that I don't trust.."

He avoids the burning sensation of rage building in his chest. From the minute she left his arms at the airport, his jealousy spiked through the roof. Throughout the course of their relationship Jasper battled with possessive issues. It was going to be a long five months ahead. The constant company of Prince Charming and the fact that they had to keep the engagement on the down low didn't help either.

"Anyways," she changes the topic. "How's it going 'round the 'ol nut house?"

Jasper sets his phone against a book on his side table while he undresses.

"Well Liam's turned into an arrogant little shit. He and Cyrus are best of friends. Inseparable really." His finger systematically unbuttons his dress shirt with ease. "Your mother has been working on her fashion line. I've had the pleasure of following Robert and Willow around town being the third wheel on several dates.."

"Wait what?"

"I don't just bodyguard him during coronations and fancy speeches.. the man unfortunately has a personal life too."

"No- you bloody idiot. Liam and Cyrus? He must be up to something," Eleanor states matter of factly.

"Or maybe Cyrus found out that he's in remission and would like nothing more than to knock back a few cold ones with his nephew?" Jasper arches an eyebrow at her suspicion. "They're the two most eligible bachelors in England.. well, now that I'm off the market."

Cyrus drop kicks the door open before losing balance bumping into Liam's right shoulder. He positions himself upright wrapping an arm around one of the women they took back. The door slams against the wall making one of the paintings fall free shattering to the ground.

He bursts into drunken laughter toppling over himself. Liam joins in on the banter cracking up to the point where he can barely see through the tears in his eyes. They were drunken idiots.

"Cyrus. Prince Liam." James greets them with a raised disapproving brow. "Another fun night on the town I see?" He quickly examines the four women surrounding them. "Must I remind the two of you to alert me before leaving the premises? Not when you have arrived home.. ever so gracefully." He looks down at the cracked picture frame next to his foot. "I can't have the both of you running around without security."

"Ah, Mr. Hill," Cyrus acknowledges before signaling the scantily clad women to follow. "I believe you need to relax. This should help." He toughly pats him on the chest while leading the group ahead.

James catches what Cyrus had planted on his chest. He rolls his eyes pinching the 6 inch blunt in between his fingers.

The Next Morning

Knock knock knock

Jasper groans rolling on his side. His eyes slowly flutter open pulling the comforter close to his face. The clock reads 5:32 AM. He didn't have to wake up for another hour. Someone knocks on the front door again but this time with more force.

"Alright I'm coming, I'm coming!" he irritably hollers with a raspy voice.

After picking up a t-shirt from the floor he walks across the apartment while dressing. He slides the lock before turning the handle. To his surprise Robert stands on his door step looking chipper than a chipmunk. It's still dark outside.

"Your Majesty."

"Frost," Robert replies giving a nod. "I've decided I would like to surprise my little sister a few days early. The flight leaves at 730 AM."

Pinching his forefinger and thumb together Jasper rubs his eyes simultaneously. "Okay." He grabs the door preparing to shut it.

Robert forcefully intercepts it from closing. He lets out an arrogant chuckle pushing the doorway open again.

"Don't think you're getting off so easy." He hands Jasper a cell phone. "You are to only use this phone for the duration of the trip. It only has the numbers I deem necessary including James Hill.. and myself. Eleanor's number is disabled should you have any temptations."

Jasper was now wide awake. A faulty cell phone won't keep me away from her, dip shit.

"Now go fetch yours and hand it over."

Gritting his teeth, Jasper walks in the opposite direction retrieving his cell from the side table. It was not unlike Robert to cross the line including invading all forms of Jasper's privacy. Like showing up at his apartment unannounced at 5 AM. Or temporarily confiscating his property. The understandably paranoid King controlled everything within his power.

Quickly deleting texts and incoming/outgoing calls from Eleanor, Jasper turns the phone off and compliantly hands it to Robert.

Being treated like a 12 year old was worth every bit of frustration with the promise that he would finally see her soon.

Jasper waits outside Robert's bedroom door right on time at 6:30. His hands fold over each other with his body pressed against the wall. His elongated yawn is interrupted by the sound of sloppy footsteps to his left. He looks over to see Liam headed toward the front lobby with two women hanging from each arm. Another pair closely follow. The women are all wearing next to nothing with smudged eye makeup to match. It was an obvious stereotypical walk of shame. Jasper grimaces at the thought.

"Liam," he hisses to his estranged friend motioning him over.

The blonde winces his eyes peering over at him. His palms are pushed on either side of his forehead approaching Jasper.

"Having orgies with your uncle now?" Jasper questions with a disapproving look. "Now that's creepy."

"Honestly Jasper. My head is bloody screaming. Unless you've got a jug of water and Tylenol.. or a bump hiding in that jacket.. I don't think I'll be able to participate in this conversation."

Jasper chuckles at the Prince's predictable response. "Yeah, it was stupid of me to think you would actually stop and have a conversation with anyone other than Cyrus."

"Don't be such a sob." Liam sighs listlessly tilting his head to the side. "What're you doing on duty so early anyways?"

"I thought you weren't capable of conversating," Jasper replies dryly.

"Whatever." Liam dismisses himself beginning to walk in the opposite direction.

"We're leaving to Ibiza early."

Liam stops in his tracks. This seemed to peak his interest. "How long will you lot be gone?" he asks turning his head.

"Since when do you care about my schedule?"

"I don't, really. On the contrary it will be a great relief from my jackass brother. Try to elongate the trip as much as humanly possible." With half a nod Liam continues down the hall.

"By the time I come back, I wouldn't be surprised if you were sporting a mo-hawk," Jasper calls after him. "You sound more like Cyrus by the minute."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Liam hollers never turning to face him. "He's the only one that believes me. He's the most sane one in this joint."

"What're you talking ab-" Jasper deeply inhales stopping himself from talking. He lets him walk away this time. It wasn't worth bickering with him for the fifth time that week. Of course he believed Liam. Shit, he's the one that gave the info from Boone to him in the first place.

But Jasper was Robert's personal security detail. For the time being he was hopelessly wrapped around his finger due to blackmail. His options were to either work for the asshole and be in the presence of Eleanor, or rot in jail. The choice was obvious.

Robert was King. Unfortunately nothing was going to change that. Not for a long time, at least.

"What're you doing here?" Robert's voice tears him from his thoughts. Speak of the devil. He's wearing a baseball cap with a plain black t-shirt and ripped jeans.

"Sir?"

"You didn't think you were coming with me, did you?"

Jasper frowns before letting out an awkward chuckle. "Well I am your bodyguard.. so yes, yes I'd say so." He tries to hold back the obvious irritation in his voice.

Robert laughs shaking his head. "And let you jeopardize my little sister's experience?"

Jasper holds two tight fists as his knuckles turn white. Everything that was going to come from his mouth would probably get him fired on the spot, so he decides to stay quiet.

Robert gives a quick wink before walking toward Fred, Liam's security detail, waiting at the end of the hall. "Oh and by the way," he says promptly turning around. "You are assigned to my baby brother until I return."

"Wake up."

Liam storms into Cyrus' bedroom nearing his bed. "Wake up!"

Cyrus lays spread on his back on top of the comforter. His mouth hangs wide loudly snoring. Liam searches the room before picking up a ceramic bowl and filling it with water. He throws the contents directly on his face.

"What and the hell?!" Cyrus fumes instantly sitting up wiping his face. "What did you do to my 1,200 thread count sheets you little shit?!"

"Get up," Liam instructs offering a mini towel. "Robert's leaving town early. It's our chance."

Cyrus' expression goes from irritated to intrigued within seconds. He glides into the bathroom with a fresh change of clothes closing the door behind him.

Liam helps himself to a glass of bourbon. He then takes a seat before the fire place in deep thought. "You know, I feel badly about Jasper. He's done so much for our family. It just doesn't feel right without him being included."

Cyrus lets out a triumphant cackle letting himself out of the bathroom. He's wearing a bright blue button down covered in peacocks. The matching red velvet pants reflect his unique sense of style.

"Ah Liam, my sweet, sweet nephew." Cyrus follows suit grabbing a glass of whiskey for himself. "Have I taught you nothing? You must be swift. You must be cryptic. You must hold your cards close. You must isolate yourself." He lectures with great passion pacing back and forth in front of the fire.

"I've been isolating myself. But Jasper can help us. He's the only one around here that may hate Robert just as much as we do. He's one of my best friends and I trust him."

The look of disappointment is evident on Cyrus' face.

"Do you see me running around having little slumber parties with my best mates?" he reprimands. "It's very lonely at the top. Now grow some balls. In order to work with the best, you have to be the best."

"You're right." Liam wearily nods his head turning for the door. "Let's go on then."

"I'm right behind you, dear nephew."

Okay, okay. So I know there wasn't much Jaspenor this chapter but I'm trying to build on the other characters. But don't you worry, the next chapter will mostly be focusing on them :)