A/N: Hello fellow Royal fans! I hope you are enjoying reading this fic I've had in my head for a while now. Well, in this story, Eleanor doesn't recognize Jasper and I just made it that way for the story to come the way it is. Let's just pretend being too drunk can make you not recognize people. :-) Reviews are greatly appreciated!


Seeing her cry was more painful than seeing her with somebody else. At least she was happy then.

No one notices her tears streaming down her beautiful face. No one hears her quiet sobs by the corner. No one feels the pain she's bearing. No one except Jasper.

He was quite wondering why there aren't any nearby paparazzi supposed to be taking photos of this drunken Eleanor. Well, the room was quite dark and noisy. Just the right place for being broken, he thought.

He sees her hold the bottle up and smile with that too familiar dangerous look on her face. Jasper nears her.

She said in the voice only she can understand, "To all the girls who fucked up way too many times, to all those who's hurting and broken to the core, to those who lost, this drink if for you all." She almost drank it but—"Oh wait shit no! To all the princesses, I mean, not bloody girls." She giggles. "I guess that only meant me. This drink is for Her Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor Henstidge." And then she drinks the whole bottle, straight.

She's fucking crying.

She goes to the counter to get another drink. "Hey wuffball, I desperately need another bottle of this wonderfully amazing and shitty drink."

The barista just was staring at her. She was too messed up. He won't move.

"What the hell are you still waiting for? I'm, for god's sake, the princess, idiot. I know I may look drunk but I will seriously not forget the gay barista who wouldn't fucking move his arse to give me a drink. Get. Me. A. Bottle! Maybe two. I don't know just fuck off!" The barista moved quickly.

"No." A deep voice suddenly startles the barista and the princess. Oh no, Jasper thought, she will definitely kill him for not backing away. Yet.

Jasper continues, "Please don't mind the princess. I will handle her. You may leave." The barista runs away.

"Gee, thank you very much for not letting me have my little piece of shit joy." She said, not turning to face him. She gets someone else's shot beside her and puts it up her lips—

Jasper stops her hand and gets the shot. "Enough."

"Why do you care?!" She gets the shot glass. "What power do you have over me? I'm the princess. I don't have any idea who you are so please fucking leave me alone!"

Wait, what? She doesn't recognize Jasper? She's obviously too drunk to not recognize the person who hurt her the most. Or maybe it was just too dark. Or because he was wearing a cap. Or that he isn't of much importance to her that she doesn't even recognize his voice.

He brings out some cash, pins it on the table, grabs her arms and drags her towards the exit.