Thanks for your reviews, nother chapter below quite short as I am super busy currently at work which is taking up most of my weekends

Jasper doesn't miss a beat after Eleanor tells him its complicated with Sebastian.

"Complicated how?" he demands, hands tightening at the wheel.

Eleanor draws a breath. "Complicated like nothing's gone to plan and everything's a shitshow," she tells him.

But she won't look him in the eye, and has her face fixed on the river.

"And Robbie-," she starts, then breaks off, and her lips press together like she wishes she'd never started.

And Jasper knows exactly what she means. Because although she may be his favourite baby sister, King Robert was sure to have made his supreme displeasure known to her upon hearing the news that she'd been accidentally knocked up out of wedlock.

"Robbie," he repeats, raising an eyebrow as a prompt.

Eleanor twists her fingers in her lap. "Is disappointed in me," she finishes. And it still weighs heavy on her that once again she's let down someone she loves.

"And Sebastian?," Jasper questions, and his tone is demanding. Even though he thinks she's going to break his heart. He has to know.

"I think he might be disappointed too," Eleanor tells him, but doesn't elaborate.

Jasper's eyebrows knot together in the centre of his forehead. Is she saying that Sebastian won't support her? Is he walking away from her now?

"I thought he was a good guy." The remark comes out through gritted teeth.

Because Jasper's always been possessive and even seeing another man near Eleanor sets off his jealousy radar.

But try as he might, he's never managed to find fault with Sebastian for his treatment of Eleanor.

"He is," she replies back. "It's just, things got confused over there. With us. With me. With everything."

Eleanor looks up to find Jasper staring her down from the mirror and immediately regrets her words.

"So you're fucking him then," Jasper states, cool as ice. But his expression is thoroughly dangerous.

"We're not a thing," Eleanor immediately corrects him. "Anything that happened was an accident," she adds defensively.

"Anything like sex?" Jasper demands aggressively, still fixed on her face in the back seat.

And she doesn't even have to say it because he can see if from the expression that flits across her face that looks a lot like guilt that clearly there was some sex involved. He knows Eleanor. It was his job just to watch her, every hour of every day for six months. And she's no actress.

Eleanor jumps slightly in the back seat when Jasper thumps his fist on the dashboard all of a sudden and tears prick in her eyes because here is one more person she's disappointed.

"I'm sorry Jasper. I'm so sorry. I never meant for anything to happen. I was really, really drunk," she pleads with him.

He's too angry to even look at her face now, but he can hear the tremble in her voice and tell that she's crying without needing to see the evidence.

And from the back seat, Eleanor thinks that Sebastian's disappointment that she didn't want to take things further after their drunken mistake is nothing compared to Jasper's wroth on finding out what happened. Or the way her heart hurts when she looks at his face in the mirror and he won't even look back at her.

And it's exactly as she told him a couple of minutes ago.

Nothing's gone to plan.

Everything's a shitshow.

And her life continues to fall apart as they speed further away from whatever unknown security threat can be added to her mountain of troubles.