It was the day she had dreamt about since she was a little girl. The big day. It was supposed to be the wedding of her dreams. The happiest day of her life shared with the man she was deeply in love with.

But she had to do the right thing. For the people.

The plot that had been put into effect had finally come to its conclusion. Intentionally laying low ever since the proposal, Willow never lost sight of her target.

Robert Henstridge.

Peeping her head from the door way she quickly checks the hallway to the left and then to the right. Delicately closing the bedroom door she takes a few steps back pacing over to the bookshelf. Reaching her hand over a stack of novels she grasps onto the mini go-pro camera.

She tosses it back and forth between her hands with a perplexed expression.

It was time to strike.

"Your Majesty," Willow speaks in a soft tone lightly knocking the door ajar.

"Well, for not much longer," Helena huffs. Her back is turned to Willow and she has her high heels perched on the auto-man in front of her. She's clutching onto a half empty glass of whiskey. "Come in. Take a seat." There's a slight slur to her voice. It was safe to say that this wasn't her first bourbon of the day.

Willow accepts the offer cautiously walking into the Queen's lavish bedroom. She decides to take a seat on a velvet sofa adjacent to Helena.

"How can I help you darling?" Helena asks lethargically leaning her head to the side. Her eyes connect with the camera in Willow's hand. "What's that?"

"It's a go-pro."

"I bloody know what it is," Helena snaps. Her expression transforms into a light smile realizing her blunt attitude.

Willow awkwardly shifts the camera in to one hand scooting forward in her seat. "Well, I think watching will help explain better than I." She delicately hands it over to the Queen closely watching her.

Helena fiercely blinks a few times trying to gain focus. Without hesitation she pushes play.

Robert and Willow appear on the screen far from the camera's view.

Willow is wearing a shimmering golden gown touching up her makeup. She occasionally makes glances to the King. The sound of a newscaster blaring from a television is easy to make out. It doesn't take long for Helena to realize it was the evening of their wedding rehearsal.. she couldn't forget that gown of Willow's anywhere.

"Boone," Willow states. "Isn't that.. who your brother was referring to last week?"

"I will not speak of my brother," Robert warns. "Boone, he was a poor UAV operator anyway. No huge loss for our military." He casually speaks tying his tie.

"Oh, you knew him?"

"Well I-" Robert pauses mid sentence, one hand clenched on his tie. "Not very well. Everyone knows each other in the military in some way or the other."

"Doesn't really sound like you were just on an acquaintance level," Willow challenges. "Saying it was no huge loss to our military.. he's someone's son."

He disregards her comment.

"Push fast forward," Willow instructs Helena.

There's a few seconds of static until a new scene pops up. According to Robert's attire it was no longer the evening of the rehearsal.

"Job well done." Robert retrieves an envelope from his coat. "This should cover it." He hands it over to a tall unidentified male. "And here's your one way ticket to Peru." He hands him another document.

"May I ask you something, Your Majesty?"

"I suppose I have a minute," Robert replies folding his arms with an arched brow.

"Why them? Why Boone?"

"Let's just say they knew all too much." The King firmly places his hand onto the man's shoulder who stood 4 inches taller than him. "Now off you go."

The mysterious man bows his head before making his exit through the secret door in the room that led to the tunnels.

The screen goes blank.

Helena pauses for a moment. The room is dead silent. Willow anxiously wrings her hands together.

"Why were you recording him? And who's.. who's Boone?" It's apparent that the wheels in the Queen's head were turning at a rapid pace.

"I've believed in Liam before anyone else did," Willow hesitatingly responds. "In every way really.." She feels her cheeks redden. Helena's head snaps up retrieving eye contact. "I'm one of the few who listened to him about.. about Robert."

Helena squints her eyes. "Who is Boone?"

"Brandon Boone. The man who was hired by Ted Pryce and Robert to crash Robert's plane," Willow confidently states. "He utilized the crash as an alibi Your Majesty."

"An alibi for what.." Helena's eyes wince further. She lets out a hearty chuckle before standing to her feet. Her heels clunk against the marble floor as she paces before Willow.

The Queen's bedroom door swings open as Liam and Cyrus emerge.

"Oh always such grand, timely, entrances you two," Helena scoffs. "What the bloody hell is going on here?"

The uncharacteristic sympathetic look on her brother in law and son's face startles her. Liam takes a few steps toward her reassuringly rubbing the side of her arm.

"Thanks Willow," he says nodding his head at her with a wink and a shy smile. "We can take it from here."

It wasn't the direction Willow had seen her life going. Working for the royal family, becoming the Queen's sidekick, having a crush on a Prince. Marrying a murderous monarch. Rather, ex-monarch as Cyrus and Liam's research was sure to end the reign of terror soon enough.

But she did it for the people. Robert trusted her. He confided in her. He showed his dark side. She was the perfect candidate to scrape out and discover the depth of his demons.

The truth.

However, there was that side to Robert that was charming and this brought upon a level of guilt. A stray tear falls from her eye as she reassuringly rubs her arm. It was unfortunate that a man with such potential could become so evil in the face of power.

"I did the right thing," she whispers to herself.

Teaming up with Liam and Cyrus months ago was a huge risk, but one that she felt obliged to take. It was to expose England's leader for who he truly was.

A murderer.

There's a knock on her door starling her. Liam lets himself in with a sheepish smile.

He takes a seat next to her on the bed wiping the tear from her cheek. Pushing back a portion of hair behind her shoulder he rests his hand on her back. Willow sharply inhales. The touch of the young Prince makes her heart rush. She had always seen Liam for who he truly was and was his number one fan from the sidelines.

"You've always believed in me," Liam says essentially reading her mind. "I can't thank you enough for that. I can't thank you enough for helping me."

"I didn't do this for you," Willow firmly states. He physically retracts to her response. Clearly, it had thrown him off guard. And hopefully off his high horse.

"I did this for the people of England." Willow continues studying his face. "And for your family. They mean a great deal to me."

Liam nods his head quickly before giving a short, "right." He takes his hand off of her back uncomfortably fidgeting it with his other. The drawn out silence prompts him to stand to his feet. "Well, I don't know how I can repay you."

Willow shrugs her shoulders with her head cocked to the side. She wasn't expecting anything in return.

"How about a date?" Liam boldly offers. She feels her cheeks burn. "It's a start. We've always had great fun together."

"A date? I don't know if you remember, but I was sort of wed to your brother just yesterday."

Liam retrieves a piece of paper from his pocket. "Not necessarily." He hands it over.

Willow's eyes scan her marriage licence pushing aside the odd fact that Liam had ownership of it.

"The minister was never ordained. You can thank my Uncle Cyrus for that. You're still a free, single woman."

Willow gasps before covering her mouth. Tears pool her eyes. She doesn't know what to think or say other than, "Cyrus is bloody brilliant."

Liam responsively raises his eyebrows in agreement. "I've taken you for granted, Willow."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You've been my voice of reason for as long as I could remember. And I chose to deny it.. Perhaps because I didn't believe that I was good enough for you."

His response humbles her. It wasn't very 'Liam-like' as of late. But it was just too much and too soon.

".. And what of Kathryn?"

"I haven't spoken to her in weeks. I suppose I've been rather selfish.."

"Well you are just fantastic at wooing women," Willow replies with an eye roll. She doesn't notice how quickly the Prince is approaching her. He promptly offers his hands to help her stand. He doesn't let go of her hands, intertwining fingers. He deeply stares into her eyes sending a shiver down her spine. It was like he was looking into her soul.

"I'll wait as long as I need to," Liam says with visible sincerity. He plants a delicate kiss on her cheek. She doesn't say a word. "I should go check on my mum."

And with that, he turns on his heels and exits the room.

Eleanor lays on her back on the bed skimming through a magazine full of wedding dresses.

"Nope.. nope." She's quick to turn each page as none seemed to match her style. Or motivate to make as her own. A daisy yellow dress with frilly shoulders catches her eyes with a scrunched forehead. "Definitely not."

"Talking to yourself again?" Jasper enters from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair damply disheveled.

"Ha ha," she sarcastically responds kicking one leg over the other. He lies beside her on the bed with one arm holding his head up. "My brother's disaster of a wedding inspired me to begin planning for our own."

The level of convincing pessimism in her voice disturbs him. "As in, our own disaster of a wedding?"

The sound of concern in his voice grabs her attention. "Not with you babe," she reassures tracing her fingers across his jawline. "This nuthouse of a family of mine. I don't want them to ruin my perfect day with my perfect man." She softly kisses him on the cheek.

A coy smile crosses his lips. He stares at the magazine in her hands for a few moments before grabbing it and tossing it across the room. She shoots him a glare sitting upright. "What the bloody hell was that? I know the dresses are near dreadful.. but-"

"You don't need it." Jasper's expression is impassive. She doesn't understand what he's trying to get at.

"I don't need a wedding dress?.. Have you gone mad?"

"No." He sits up demanding eye contact. "I would marry you in this," he says referencing to her current outfit.

Eleanor glimpses down at the cotton white robe wrapped around her tiny frame. Her hair is damp and she's not wearing an ounce of makeup.

"The planning, the pressure of perfectionism.. it just isn't realistic," Jasper speaks softly while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "It's not us." She can't hold back a smirk full of agreement.

"Marry me."

Eleanor's head snaps toward him with furrowed brows. "Um, yes.. that was the plan."

"No, Len." Jasper takes her hand blanketing them into his. "Marry me. Tonight."

She lets out a giggle slowly shaking her head. "Surely you've gone mad. Tonight?"

"Tonight."

Eleanor stands to her feet with fists firmly paced on her hips. The wheels in her head are visually escalating. Her mouth hangs open but no words come out. So he speaks for her.

"All of this.. this bullshit surrounding Robert. It's completely taken away the joy and happiness that an engaged couple should be experiencing. What we deserve."

Eleanor crosses her arms with raised brows. She tries holding back a smile but was failing. There was nothing cuter than when Jasper would show his vulnerable side. Especially when he wasn't aware of it.

"So I say.. fuck the over excessive bridal gowns.. it's not you anyway." He stands to his feet placing his hands on her waist bringing her in close. "Fuck the planning of some lavish bull shit wedding.. we don't need it. All I need is you and all you need is me. And with all due respect, fuck our chaotic families. I don't want them taking another second of happiness away from us."

Biting her lip she searches his face reading his sincere expression. His eyes are turning a light shade of sky blue like the day after a heavy rain.

"Marry me," he repeats above a whisper grasping on to her chin. "Tonight."

Folding her lips inward she refuses to hold back a grin. Nodding her head she places her hand on her forehead baffled of what she was about to agree to. "Let's get married."