It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles are all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

The only thing that seems to lift Eleanor even a little after Beck is more of everything. From here on in she's on a downward spiral of drink, drugs and partying.

While her mother lends huge support to British fashion by wearing their designs, Eleanor does the same for British gutter journalism by single handedly keeping paparazzi and sensationalist headline writers busy.

It's not that she wants to be bad, well ok so maybe she likes that her mother will have to book another botox appointment to erase the latest frown line her daughters exploits have created, but its that she can't seem to stop herself.

She just needs a hit of ecstasy, or coke or a drink to take her away from the mindnumbing dullness and hypocrisy of life at the Palace and life with her mother. And even more to stop her thinking about Beck. Its not that she wants to be bad or outrageous of splashed all over the front pages of the Daily Mail – its just an outcome of her refusal to settle for mediocracy and her need for the rush she gets from the drugs and the dancing and the drinking.

The only one who really seems to get her these days is Robbie. Even though he's away at Sandhurst, and learning everything the heir is supposed to about his country and what it means to serve it, he still find time to call her.

Robbie is her rock, her brother and her friend.

MI5 is getting intel of a possible threat from the inside to the Royal Family. Digging a little deeper only reveals several vipers living in the bosom of the family and they need someone inside to sort of the real from imaginary threats. Is Prince Cyrus really hungry enough for the crown to kill, could there be a threat from Prince Liam, second in line to the throne and what about the wild coked up Princess who has all kind of shady drug land connections?

By May, James knows his cover back to front, and he can recite it almost in his sleep. Jasper Frost from Shoreditch. Orphaned at the age of six and grew up in St Edmunds Children's Home in Camden. At 27, Jasper has spent 3 years working security in London clubs and more recently spent another 4 years working the Parliamentary Security Service.

Jasper is a little overawed by his latest appointment, because he's landed a role at the very top of his profession, working security at Buckingham Palace. As arranged, in Paris they have an agent undercover who captures an image of the Princess Eleanor. Predictably the royal wild child is not wearing any underwear and the photos lead to what's dubbed in the press as "beavergate." Even more predictably, the Princess's bodyguard find himself out of a job and walking the streets of Paris on a chilly May morning alone.

Cue the entrance of Jasper Frost, Bodyguard to HRH Princess Eleanor. To the world Jasper is nervous, and bumbling and quite, quite proper. He's not quite sure how to address the Princess, and he suspects she's not going to be the easiest charge, given her the extensive and colourful past.

But in life, as in fiction, nothing is as it seems.

This morning he woke up in bed with a Princess.

He wasn't there for the obvious reason. Firstly Jasper was following orders from the King.

Although Jasper and the rest of the world don't know it Eleanor's not as much of a slut as everyone thinks she is. Not because she's not that way inclined when she's trashed but mostly because her father has strict orders that her bodyguards peel her off whoever she is plastered all over at the end of the night and return her home safe and sound. To him she is still his little girl and he just wants to make sure that someone is taking care of her. So apart from the occasional quickie in the toilets, contrary to what the papers suggest although she might be photographed writhing around with plenty of different men she doesn't actually end every night in a strange bed.

The King's orders are one reason why Jasper takes her home. The other was that as she'd been totally trashed the night before he was worried that if he left her alone she might very well OD. Sure she had some vacuous aristocrat friend she'd been making out with all night beside her, but by the look of that girl she was neither use nor ornament. The Princess was tiny and he was seriously concerned after watching the way she carried on that sooner or later her body wouldn't be able to cope anymore of the drugs from the hard parting lifestyle she led. He didn't want to be responsible for that happening on his watch so he'd stayed with her during the night.

In the morning she'd took one look at him on the other side of the bed and attempted to fire his ass, telling him she didn't remember a thing and that he was "totally forgettable."

Her comments were sort of ironic because being totally forgettable was actually one of the many things he'd been trained to be by MI5. Some of the others were deadly and a total chameleon who was able to switch his identity in the blink of an eye.

Jasper hadn't spent a month learning his backstory and another week arranging security clearance just to be fired on his second day of his undercover job. With the death of Prince Robert the intel they'd received was clearly genuine and who better to stay close to than Robert's beloved wild child sister Princess Eleanor. The news of Prince Robert's death only made the need to find the culprit even more urgent as with a killer on the loose now both Prince Liam and Princess Eleanor as next in line to the throne were potentially in danger.

So when the Princess had dismissed him from her service for supposedly sleeping with him, he had no hesitation in lying through his teeth by telling her he'd drugged her drink, taken her home and shagged her senseless while capturing the whole sordid thing on film. That sort of thing would go for millions if he chose to and she knew it.

He'd left her that morning staring at him in shock, jaw on the floor while he swaggered out of there flipping his coat over his shoulder and announcing that he would be keeping his job and he liked the benefits. If his role called for swagger, then bring it on.

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