Abby exits through the door exchanging a nod with Jasper as she crosses the threshold. Eleanor looks up at the precise moment to see their eyes meet if only for an instant. As she approaches the table to place her glass on the tray next to Abby's, Eleanor notices a small card tilted against Abby's glass. She slips the card into her hand as Jasper takes up a position by her side.

"What was that look between you and the Princess?" Eleanor's query is clear and direct which catches Jasper a bit off guard.

"I can assure you that you are imagining things." The pair exits the room returning to the revelry of the match.

Cyrus watches Abby as she walks among the crowd. She possesses the same gift as his brother. She exudes an easy charm. It is what his own mother termed Simon's everyman touch. He takes a pair of champagne flutes from a passing butler's tray as he makes his approach toward the Princess.

Cyrus can feel all eyes turn towards his direction but he is the King… and he will be damned if anyone will make him feel ill at ease in his own kingdom. He slips a flute into Abby's hand garnering looks from the surrounding Rothschild faction. "Cheers." He clinks his glass against hers. "Cheers." Abby returns the gesture. Cyrus motions for Abby to walk with him. Abby glances towards David's brother with a nod that she had this interaction covered.

Cyrus offers his arm as they stroll through the crowd. The overt gesture becomes well documented as the members of the press click away to capture the interaction of the King and the one person who could change his future.

The stroll during a break in the action is not lost on Liam and David. Liam takes the opportunity to speak with David. "Would love to hear that conversation." Liam takes up a position next to David.

"Trust me Liam, there are moments where ignorance is bliss." David turns away from the spectacle as Liam follows him. David walks towards his horse as Liam tends to his own making every attempt at small talk that he can muster. David finally turns towards Liam. "Ask what you want to ask."

Liam is stunned at the sudden candor. Words suddenly elude him as David stands before him. Realizing that he has rendered the Prince speechless, David begins the conversation. "What I will tell you about Abby is that she is the best person that I have ever known." With the delivery of that statement, David disappears among the crowd of players. Liam takes in his statement as he returns to the door to watch Abby and Cyrus.

Queen Helena stands among the elite watching Cyrus and Abby strolling chat. Eleanor strolls up behind her mother as she takes in her mother's reaction to the pair. "Bit of an odd couple." Eleanor takes up a position next to her mother. The Queen glances down at her daughter. "You do realize what will happen if she wins."

Eleanor looks her mother straight in the eyes as she speaks. "The only thing that happens if she wins is that Cyrus loses, mother."

"Don't be naïve Eleanor. This is only the first circle of the inferno." Queen Helena turns on her heel and heads to socialize and keep up appearances leaving Eleanor in her well-heeled wake.

For a moment as they walk, Cyrus offers a few surprising words. "You know I was very sorry to hear of your mother's passing. She was an extraordinary woman, Abagail." Abby is surprised to hear Cyrus refer to her by something close to common name.

"I treasured our friendship a great deal when I was younger."

Abby is unsure of how to react to Cyrus' words. They are delivered with a soft sincerity that Abby knows is out of character for the King. "She spoke of you often." Abby offers into the conversation.

Cyrus is not sure if Abby is simply offering the response that he would want to hear or if she is speaking the truth. He will accept her words at face value out of respect. "I won't ask you why you are making this claim, it is your business to do so… but know that I had nothing to do with my brother's death."

Cyrus' demeanor would never give up the content of their conversation to the outside world. To all outward appearances, they could be discussing anything from the headlines to a critical review of Fifty Shades of Grey.

"Your majesty, uneasy is the head that wears the crown. You don't find the latest stream of family tragedy a bit unsettling?" Abby matches Cyrus' outward demeanor towards those on the outside of this conversation.

Before Cyrus can answer, he is approached by several gentlemen demanding his attention. Cyrus takes Abby's hand and kisses it as a departing gesture. "Until next time, your Highness." Cyrus accompanies the men leaving Abby's company.

Abby turns to head back to the clubhouse. She is met and escorted by David's brother back to the family. "Well that was an interesting turn of events." Anthony drapes Abby's arm over his own as they walk. "The only thing more passive aggressive that that exchange is my marriage." Abby sighs and smiles at the light humor of Anthony's statement.

Abby walks among the various Rothschild clan members as Anthony delivers her to David's side. Abby can hear the clicks of the cameras as David kisses her on the cheek. She loves him but she is also fully aware of the tabloid fodder provided by an heir to the crown being engaged to a Rothschild. They already own everything… why not the crown too. David takes her hand into his own as they walk among the crowd.

Liam and Eleanor exit the venue after the match. In the car, the twins exchange the experience of their sister's world. Eleanor describes her encounter with Abby in great detail. They both realize that this is a conversation best had in the privacy of the car over the unknown of the palace.

David escorts Abby back to her mother's estate. This is the seat of her legacy and for now must be her home. As they enter the drawing room, David spies a familiar face awaiting their return. David instinctively knows that Abby needs to have a private conversation and there are somethings that are best left to the unknown. He kisses Abby on the cheek as she proceeds into the room.

The caller paces at the fireplace as Abby approaches. "God Abs, none of this feels real anymore."

Abby walks over to pour herself and her companion a drink. She picks up both of the crystal glasses and walks towards the fire place. She hands Beck a glass as she takes a sip of her own. "Trust me… that feeling I understand."

"Did you see her today?" Beck kneels to tend to the fire as Abby takes a seat in a nearby leather chair.

"Yes, I saw her. She is just as I imagined her to be."

Beck settles into the chair adjacent to Abby. Abby is wondering as to why Beck was waiting for her and it appears to have something to do Eleanor. "Was she alright? You know with everything that has happened."

"I take that you have not seen her since Monaco?" Abby settles into her chair. She remembered how often she found herself playing the role of the older sister to Robert and Beck when women where the source of chaos in their universes.

"I am just concerned between Robert's death and the King…." Beck trails off as he finishes his drink and rises to fetch another. Abby raises an eyebrow at his response. "Don't give me that look." Beck knows the look on Abby's face. He doesn't even have to be facing her.

"I'm not giving a look." Abby smiles at him. For as often as she found the pair to be complete and total pain in the asses… she now misses them a great deal.

"I miss him Abs." Beck returns to his seat.

"I miss him too." Abby knows instinctively that there is more to this unannounced visit but it can wait. She is weary from the day. Beck engages her in a trip through their shared past along with some details of Liam and Eleanor. Realizing the duration of their conversation and the lateness of the hour, Beck takes his leave of Abby.

He pulls out of the drive with one destination in mind. He needs to see Eleanor.