Blair's POV
"Blair! C'est magnifique to see you."
"Oui, et tu." I say hugging Bree as she greets my slowly freezing form at the door.
"You look wonderful, how have you been I haven't seen you in ages."
Bree's been away at a boarding school in Paris, she's a dancer.
"You too, when did you get home?"
"This morning with the rest of the family, we spent boxing with my grandparents in the Pyrenees and I surprised them by coming home for a few days."
"That's amazing, so how is school?" I say as we walk towards the lounge.
She bursts into a tale about some ballet that they are working on, it seems she's loving school, she's happier than she was when she was here.
"So what do you think my parent's announcement is for?"
"I have no idea, wait there's an announcement?"
"Ric didn't tell you?"
"He might've but he woke me up at like 6 because he wanted to screw with my sleeping pattern."
"Oh my brother, he's such a pain in the ass."
"How did you're English get better from being in Paris?"
"Tourists?" she lies, I can tell because like her brother when she lies her voice raises in pitch. I raise my eyebrow at her.
"Okay, fine, but you can't tell anyone."
"Are you scamming your parents?"
"No, maybe, possibly, I don't know."
"What's up?" I ask stopping her by one of the window seats.
"I may or may not be dating my tutor." She admits.
"Oh, I thought it would be exciting." I say with a laugh.
"You know my brother would fly to Paris, just to intimidate him, and I do not want to scare him off just yet, he doesn't even know that I'm royal."
"That shouldn't affect your relationship if it does kick his ass to the curb, but wait a few weeks before you tell him if you want."
"Thanks. I'm starving, I need to eat, let's go eat dinner."
"More wine Blair?" Fin passes the bottle down the table.
"Yes, please." I pour myself a glass, "Thanks, anyone else?"
"Ohh, I'll have some. How about you mom. What about you Lacy?" Bree says.
"Oh no I'm fine thanks. Actually, this almost leads on to the announcement that we're making." The queen responds.
"You going to make the announcement?" Alaric asks
"Alaric, don't be rude." Lacy chides elbowing him from his right.
"Babe, I'm just curious."
"(No you're not, you're just being a turd.)"
The queen laughs, "(She's right you know, you are being a turd.)"
"(Mommy what's a turd?)" Emilia asks
"Have fun mamí."
"Anyway, if my son is done, I'm pregnant."
"Wow, congrats mamí." Fin says coolly, in his one and only expression.
"I think that trumps our news lace." Ric mutters in lacy's ear
"What news?" I ask my best friend
"(In case, you didn't know, when things are muttered, people don't intend for them to be heard.)"
"(What are you up to?)"Asks the king.
"(We have news too, Lacy and I are getting married.)" He announces.
"(Oh my, Congratulations!)" Cries the queen.
"(Can I be a bridesmaid?)" Asks a sleepy looking Emilia.
"(Only if you behave.)" Teases Ric.
"(Speaking of behaving I believe its bed time.)" The queen says to the littlest princess.
"(Really, it's only eight.)" The eight year old attempts to argue. The queen looks weary, obviously it's an argument that has been had many times.
"(Yes, half an hour later than usual.)" I tease her.
She scowls at me, "(I'm not tired.)"
"(Fine, than I guess you don't get to have your really cool Christmas present that I got you.)" I say airily, trying to coax her into to admitting how tired she actually was and going upstairs.
"(Present?)" She asks excitedly, it's a word all eight year olds love.
"(mmm, but you have to go to your room first and get your pyjamas on first, I'll come up and give it to you in 5 minutes okay?)
She squeals excitedly before running off through the long halls of the castle to her room.
"(Thank you Blair.)" The queen says rubbing her temples, the daily battle with bedtime had been won. I chuck back the last of my wine and go to face the torturous task of putting an eight year old more stubborn than me to bed.
"(-and all the gremlins of the village, lived happily ever after.)" I say shutting the book.
"(Again! Again!)"
"(No, I've read it to you twice, now go to sleep.)"
"(Fine. Night Blair.)"
"(Night Mila.) I say calling her by her nickname, she prefers it to Emilia. I close the door behind me and head back to the dining room.
"(No, it didn't happen that way!)" I say to my idiot best friend as we sat in one of the sitting rooms reminiscing about times from when we were younger, I'd lost of count of the bottles we'd been though, everything was getting blurry, and I was tipsy. Okay scratch that I was drunkish.
"(Hey do you guys want to go to the New Year's party at brutality tonight?)"
"(Yeaaas!)" Said a very drunk Lacy.
The night was still young, it was only half nine. Half nine, Nik would be off work! I could stay at his tonight instead of Ric's, Ric wouldn't mind he'd want time alone with Lacy, and Tate would be corrupting the ever charming but to almost grossly related to me to be attractive Prince Finland.
I break into a smile, glad I don't have to hide my relationship from my friends, I don't even really have to hide it from my mom, it's just that she'd give me a bunch of rules and I don't like rules, I feel an incessant need to break them.
We walk across the lake watching the fireworks, all eight of us; me, Lacy, Alaric, Kent, Fin, Tate, Bree and whatever random girl Tate's got with him tonight, I'm not sure but I think it's Marta, but it may be her twin Janine, I'm not sure and I'm too drunk to care. The clock's struck midnight, I'm officially seventeen.
It had been fun, it's the mourning, yes mourning, as in I'm mourning the times that I didn't have such a bad hangover. I'm soberish and hungover, lying in bed with my boyfriend, almost fully clothed before you make assumptions, get your mind out of the gutter.
My phone buzzes and chimes from my bag, an unwelcome sound to two extremely hung over people lacking in coffee don't want. I grab the phone, and grumble an answer.
"Bonjello*."
"morning sleeping beauty, you need to come home."
"Mmm hmm."
"Blair are you listening to me?"
"um not really…" I say half into my pillow, we'd got back at 4ish and it was 11 now, I've had approximately 3 hours of sleep.
"Where are you?"
"At the falcon base, they threw me a birthday party after the clock went nutso."
I hear my mom laughing over the phone.
"Blair, are you still drunk?" She says laughing realizing she won't be able to hold a conversation up with me if I was drunk or hungover.
"What,pft, no… Okay maybe a little."
"Drink some water, eat some food and get home, it's important."
"I do what I want. It's my birthday."
"Okay fine you have an hour be home for lunch is at noon sharp."
"Oui. Night."
"Blair its morning."
"Shhh it's still dark outside."
"Blair, its broad daylight."
Nik takes my phone off my finishing the conversation with a sleepy but blunt goodbye.
I set an alarm for half eleven hoping I'd wake up for it. I curl back up next to my warm human pillow.
I wake up with a sickening feeling about half an hour later, Nik finished the phone call, bollocks, my mom was going to murder me.
Also my human pillow was missing. I pulled on a shirt from the floor, and went down to the kitchen in search of coffee. I get bear hugged from behind by one of my idiot friends, it's Kent, throws me over his shoulder and takes off running, it's too early for this nonsense. I shriek, and thrash about trying to get him to put me down, normally if completely sober he wouldn't have the balls to do it, but to be honest shrieking made my hangover worse, and I realized how drunk we all must've been a good party last night as I look at our extremely messy falcon house.
I smelt the chlorine before he threw me in the pool, so I had just enough time to take a breath before my body hit the freezing water, obviously last night we'd been in the pool, bottles lined the poolside and someone had thrown stuff in to pool.
"Kent! I'm going to kick your sorry ass to hell, if you don't bring me a towel and coffee in the next 2 minutes!"
All I get in response is a laugh and a "Happy birthday, Red!"
My hairs still wet, as I opened the door and entered my house. I was greeted by the familiar smell of my mom's cooking, I loved my mom's cooking it was incredible it had flavour and always seemed to be a mix of 2 types of cuisine Vietnamese and American.
"Oh God that smells good." I say entering the kitchen stealing some on the veggies off the counter, my mom swats my hand away. "Behave."
I stick my tongue out playfully, "hey mom why is there so much food?"
"We have a few guests for lunch."
"Just a few guests or a whole army?"
"Go wash up, okay?"
I mock salute and climb up to my room, I change into a pair of jeans and a tank top, yes I'm fully aware that it's snowing outside.
I jump through the little gap from my room and land with a foreword roll, I'm such a ninja. I smile as I skip into the kitchen, it's my birthday, and I'm seventeen! I think doing a little mini dance to myself.
"Blair, you're an expert at many thing but apparently wearing clothes sensible to the weather outside is impossible."
"I don't get cold, you know this."
"Crazy girl." My mom mutters stirring the pot of soup on the hob. Beef noodle soup is one of my favourites, but my mom rarely ever makes it, it takes ages to make and needs a lot of stuff so it's special occasion soup.
"Mmm, beef noodle. Hey what else?"
"What else isn't the soup enough?" she teases, I hope.
"Mom." I whine
"Don't worry, I also made mac and cheese. With bacon."
"You're the best."
The front door knocks, "Blair can you get that?" my mom says as she starts to put cutlery on the table.
"Yeah sure."
I open the door, Uncle Dick's at the door, with the man from yesterday.
"Hey B! Happy birthday!" My pseudo uncle says bouncing foreword in his usual bubbly manner, "I bought wine."
"Because my liver isn't damaged enough already."
"Shut up and take your birthday wine."
"Bribing a seventeen year old with alcohol, do this with your own kids?" I say teasing him.
"Very funny, how's the hang over," I shot him a questioning look, "I heard from your mom that you were pretty hungover this morning what changed?"
"Oh one of my asshole friends dumped me in the pool, hence the still damp hair."
"Language Blair." my mom calls from the kitchen.
"Sorry ma!"
"Idiot." My uncle says walking through into the kitchen, leaving the ginger man standing in the doorway.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
"Blair, you're doing the language thing again." my mother says swatting me over the head, "Speak English."
"(Sorry)."
She narrows her eyes at me, "Blair, I need to tell you this, the ginger is your dad his name is Wally and I'll explain everything over lunch. How about you eat your soup."
I think my jaw hit the floor.
*Yes I made up words Shakespeare did it. Not that I'm as cool as Shakespeare, the guy was a badass. Brackets indicate that the word are in French just translated to English I'm kinda too lazy to put it all in french. I don't anything DC owns. Shoutout to a really cool reviewer called nightwriter222. Thank you for pointing out the mistake in the last chapter, I have gone back and changed it. Thank you and this chapter is dedicated to you! Thank you! and everyone else should too because they're the reason why you guys got an extra chapter this week.