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"You're important too."

It happened so fast. One minute he was right behind her, laughing and joking, then a voice nearby shouted "Fuck the monarchy!" and he moved before she could even process what was happening. He had seen an alarming object and wasn't willing to take any risks, he didn't hesitate when he grabbed the Princess and pulled her behind him. "What the fuck, Jasper?"

She looked up and it was only then she noticed. People were screaming now and running as fast as they could away from the area. There was only one other guard with them and technically he was the only one on duty, Jasper hadn't been a bodyguard in quite some time though he still guarded Eleanor's body... Thoroughly.

Jasper's only concern was Eleanor. Well, her and the mad man with a gun standing near them. He didn't turn around, didn't want to lose any contact with the threat, not for a second. The man stepped closer and Jasper didn't falter, not for a second. "Get the Princess out of here!" Jasper ordered the bodyguard, Mark something. Mark didn't question Jasper but as he grabbed Eleanor she tried to resist, she didn't want to get shot or die but she didn't want to leave Jasper either. "Now!" Jasper snapped.

Eleanor couldn't look away even though part of her wanted to, if something happened to Jasper… No. She stopped herself from going to that place, the place in her mind that was full of thoughts that haunted her at night for hours on end. She had been shoved in the car by Mark and locked inside, it was the safest place for her, considering the whole bullet proof glass thing. There driver was nowhere to be seen though or else the Princess would already be on the way back to the Palace. Mark was beside her and if he had any fear whatsoever it didn't show on his face. Eleanor didn't stop shouting at him, "You can't just fucking leave him!" but her words fell on death ears.

"You are the Princess; you are the only of any importance." Mark said, no emotion in his voice or on his face, this only added to Eleanor's rage but also her confusion. If he had no care for anyone besides her why hadn't he climbed into the front of the car and driven her away? Surely that is what he was supposed to have done. Eleanor's rage fizzled out and now all that was left with fear, not for herself but for Jasper.

As Eleanor became overwhelmed with panic a gunshot rung out, naturally the first thing Eleanor did was scream. Then another gunshot. Bang. Bang. Bang. She couldn't stop herself from reaching right over Mark for the door but he was too fast. Jasper. Jasper. Jasper. His name was the only thing on her mind, she couldn't stop saying it, his name sounded like a prayer from her lips. Eleanor jumped when she heard a loud thump against the car, Mark was alert, gun in hand. But then, then it stopped. "IT'S ME!"

Eleanor's heart was beating hard in her chest and tears quickly followed, tears of joy, of relief. Jasper.

"MARK! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Jasper shouted, clearly exasperated. He kept on banging the door and it took about thirty seconds before Mark moved, unlocking the door. "Get in the fucking front and get the princess out of here." Jasper commanded, as though he was the one with seniority, as if he was the boss. Mark didn't ask questions he just did as he was told.

"Jasper," Eleanor said, the expression on her face saying more than she ever could. "You're okay?"

Jasper recognized that it was more of a question than a statement and he nodded. "I'm okay."

She hadn't seen Jasper in hours. He'd been dealing with police and various other officials whilst she'd been stuck at the palace, Liam and her mother hadn't left her alone for a second since she'd returned. She understood but she didn't want this, not right now, rationally she knew Jasper was okay but she needed him here, now, with her. The Queen left Eleanor's room to talk with Mr Hill who had requested a meeting of the upmost importance. Liam sat beside his sister in silence and let her lean on him. Then, well then her door opened and in walked Jasper Frost, he looked different. Liam stood up almost immediately and excused himself. "Hey Len, sorry I-"

Eleanor launched herself at him, almost knocked him backwards and he stopped speaking as a result and just held her. As he held her, Eleanor's mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened, how close they had been, what he'd done. She pulled away and it didn't surprise him, he braced himself for what he knew was coming. Thwack. Eleanor's hand connected with Jasper's cheek, hard. "That's a good slap you got there," Jasper joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"You idiot!" She shouted, her eyes filled with rage. "You absolute bastard!" Eleanor kept slapping his chest and she couldn't stop, she was on the verge of tears and when they fell, she still couldn't stop, and Jasper just let her. He knew. He just always knew.

"Eleanor," He whispered, his face the picture of concern. It had been a few minutes now and he needed her to stop, he had to talk to her. As she was about to hit his chest again he grabbed both of her hands quickly and ever so easily. "Stop," He said. "Please stop."

They were so close together now. His forehead touched hers. Jasper could hear Eleanor breathe, it soothed him. "You can't do that," She said quietly. "You're important too, you wanker."

His hands had moved, now they cupped her face. "I'm sorry." He said.

"Okay," She replied. "Good."

"We're okay?" He asked. "You and me?"

Eleanor leaned forward and kissed him. "Mhmm," She mumbled against his lips.

Jasper chuckled, she could feel his relief instantly. You're important, you're important to me, Jasper from Nevada.