Eddie
"Mick." I gulp. Her eyes grow wide.
"Mick?"
"Mick." I repeat.
"Mick!" She roars.
"Uh oh, royal girlfriend goes wild." I joke. She shoots me a glare. I put my hands up in defense. She then takes her hair, and pulls it back. "Where are you going?"
"To the weapon room." She grits through her teeth. My eyes grow wide, but I still smile a bit. I quickly follow her, and grab her wrist before she can walk in. "What?" She groans. I sigh, and kiss her forehead.
"Instead of you attempting to...erm... Kill Mick... How about we go to your mom?"
"I guess..." I smile at her. "But it's mum, not 'mom.'" She opposes, causing us both to laugh.
"Maybe here, but where I'm from-"
"May I remind you you're American?" She smirks.
"That was my point exactly." I grin. "What about you? You're princess of Italy, and you have a British accent." I chuckle. Her grin fades.
"My mum was British, and my dad-"
"Was Italian." I finish for her. I see tears well in her eyes. "No! Don't cry! People will think I being mean to you!" She laughs. I pop a smile.
"Come on Slimeball, let's go to my mum." She says, and grabs my hand.
Jerome
I walked along the corridor as I suddenly heard voices. "Have you got it?"
"Of course I've got it."
"You'd better. I did the deed, remember?" That voice seemed familiar, the other- unrecognizable.
"Of course I remember, how could I forget? Even though you failed at your second task- that boy should be dead!" The voice spat. I gasped.
"Excuse me but maybe he's still alive because of Patricia. You know, the princess?!"
"I think you know what that means."
"I must kill her." My eyes grow wide, as I hurry up, and run to the security room.
I get there, save the tapes, and then o to the queen's room. I knock. "Who is it?"
"Clarke, ma'am." I answer.
"Enter." She calls, and I do. When I walk in, I see princess 'Trixie' as I like to call her, and her new boyfriend- Edison. I bow between both royals. "How may I be of your service?"
"I know who tried to kill Eddie." Eddie and Trixie both look at me.
"Mick." They say at the same time.
"Yeah, exactly."
"What are you getting at?" The queen asks.
"What I am saying is that I heard him talking to someone, and he said that if he couldn't kill Eddie, his next target would be the princess here." Everyone's eyes widen. I turn to Patricia. "Trixie, don't worry it's ping to be alright." I comfort. Eddie shoots me a look of thanks, and brings her into a hug.
"I don't know what to say, honestly. What did you do?"
"My queen, I apologize, but I was defenseless. I had no weapons. He also sounded to be with a very dangerous person. I could not risk-"
"But you are risking my daughters life here!"
"I'm very sorry your highness." I bow.
"No! I'm sorry, I'm just so stressed. It's just- ugh. Would you min if you and Lewis rounded up that boy? Don't kick him out, I want to know what he's been planning." She instructs.
"Yes your highness." I bow, exiting the room.
Patricia
As soon as Jerome spoke the words, I broke down into Eddie's arms, crying. "Shhhhh..." He comforts. I continue to sob, as he leads me down to the den. He sits me down in the couch, still in his arms. He rubs my back soothingly, and I begin to hiccup. "Hey hey hey... Look at me." He tilts my chin up with his finger, and dries my tears. "Everything's gonna be okay. It'll all work out."
"How do you know?" I choke.
"I'll make sure of it. Trust me." I smile a bit, and fall asleep in his arms.
"We need to work fast. They are suspecting us." A deep voice spoke.
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to fix that then, won't we?" The agent spoke confidently.
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. You're the one doing the work, not me."
"Very true. But if I can't get to the boy-"
"We get to her first."
Heeey! Y'all like Jerome's POV? And also, i know that Patricia and Eddie's relationship may seem a bit rushed, but ya know, it's my story my rules:) review please!
