The Queen's first instinct is to run to Cyrus. She pauses in the corridor with the box beneath her arm. She is the Queen of England for God's sake… why is she running to anyone. It is a picture not a bomb. She composes herself, turn to head to her private quarters. She needs a moment to tend to the contents of this box.

She takes up a position on the edge of her bed; she takes a breath and opens the box. She begins to remove the contents item by item. There are dozens of pictures in the box. They are all of what appears to be the same person in various stages at various ages. She notices that Robert is in so many of the pictures.

She wonders if the box were not her husband's property. Could this box be Robert's? She turns over one of the photos with a date and the words "Abby and Robert" with a date. Robert looks so young and vibrant in the photos. She takes a moment to quell the emotions that are bubbling to the surface. She has lost so much this year… Robert, Simon and for now… Alistair.

She does not recall a woman in Robert's life let alone someone who he as obviously known since childhood. There is a genuine fondness displayed in the photos. The background in several of the photos strikes a familiar cord. She knows the location, she has been there before but she cannot readily place it. The box has been lovingly kept. There are trinkets and memories stacked within it. She takes a small bracelet from it. She watches it as it catches the light as it dangles from her fingers. She wonders if her husband was this sentimental. Did he have a memory box of her that she has not yet found?

Back in Liam's room:

"Eleanor, don't you think it is remotely possible that you are jumping to a premature conclusion? You only saw the photos for a second."

"Perhaps… but do you think it is possible… I mean, we know our mother had an affair." Eleanor rolls her eyes in dramatic fashion without even a thought as she gestures grandly.

Liam sits on the couch, contemplating the circumstances. "Heaven knows, Len… Anything is possible at this point." The events of the last year race through his mind… they have lost the brother and their father…. Well, they lost who they believed who was their father. He went from Prince to the future King to a commoner in a matter of weeks… anything is possible.

The Queen places the bracelet back into the box along with the other treasures. She picks it up and walks to her dressing room. She takes the box and places it discreetly within one of the cabinets. She takes a moment to fix herself in the mirror before exiting her private quarters.

Liam is still seated on the couch with Eleanor pacing as their mother enters the room. "You were both close to your brother, was there a woman in his life?"

Both of the twins are struck silent at the question posed. Eleanor's mind races through the many conversations that she had with her sibling. There was a woman's name that he mentioned quite often. The Queen quickly realizes that she has struck a nerve with her daughter. "What was her name?"

Eleanor takes a seat next to her brother. "You think the box was Robert's?" The Queen does not react and instead asks her question again. "What was her name?"

Liam answers her pressing question. "Her name was Abby. He had a friend that he was quite fond of named Abby."

"Thank you." The Queen turns and abruptly leaves the room.

Eleanor turns towards Liam. "Do you think…" Liam interrupts her. "That the box was Robert's? I guess anything is possible… but I told you that you were jumping to conclusions."

Eleanor allows Liam to gloat for a moment but she still has an uneasy feeling about this.

Abby sits in a deep leather chair staring at the ceiling with her hands interlaced resting on her forehead. She has been in this position for hours. David walks in and gently kicks her feet on the ottoman. "A pence for your thoughts?"

Abby gazes at him with a warm smile. "You ready to rock the monarchy, my love?" David removes her feet from the ottoman as he takes a seat before her.

Abby takes in his smile and his disheveled hair. They have been together so long that there is no need for conversation. He knows what she is thinking. He knows that very soon… his life will also be forever changed. His family is used to the press and the tabloids. Up to this point, they were just two children to the manor born. He is a Rothschild… he knows the price that comes with privilege. Abby was the daughter of a Duke and Duchess… or rather… a Duchess and a King…

He thinks back to the chance meeting that started the relationship between him and Abby at Burning Man so many years ago… talk about the modern monarchy… here before him sits the potential Queen of Great Britain… complete with her back tattoos and Dr. Martens.