Elizabeth groaned and rolled over. The loud crack of thunder rised her out of the wonerful feeling of drowisness. She stretched, sighed deeply and buried her self back down into the....satin bed clothes? Her eyes popped open, her hotel bed doesn't have satin sheets. Elizabeth, with out moving too much aimed her head so that she could get a better look at the room. Seeing the oak desk, expenisve black leather couch, velvet drapes, and a fireplace that had long since gone out.
What she did know was that she wasn't in her room at the Bennet Hotel where she was suposed to be staying over night, while here in London, then this morning they where heading north towards Whales to do more press then finally to home. For the past few months she hadn' ta moment to herself, so laying here in a bed, listening to the patter of the rain on the windows gave her a moment in time to just relax and clear her head, which was her goal when she left the bookstore and was interested by...
UH OH.
She bolted into a sitting postition and looked down at the lump beside her on the bed. The blankets were pulled completely up so she leaned down and picked up the blanket just enough to see the black hair she already knew was there.
This is so not good. She thought as she sat there. There is really only thing I can do. Elizabeth used steath to get out of the bed. She was amazed that he was still asleep. A few months ago she had watched "an exclusive interview with His Royal Highness Prince Laurent de Sainte-Marie," and how what a light sleeper he was.
Before she could stop herself, Elizabeth smirk and said quietly "well I really must have tired him out." That wasn't the smartest thing for her to do, because the black head visible in the sheets stirred. Apparently talking will wake him. Not wanting a confrontation with him. She did the only thing that came to her mind. She dropped the floor, out of his line of vision.
She heard him mutter "Elizabeth is probably in the bathroom." She waited a few moments and cautiously looked across the bed. She gasped.
Then sighed. Laurent had gone back to sleep but now his face and torso was visible. The sheets were pushed down to his waiste and was probably trying to give Elizabeth a heart attack... or horomone attack.
As of the moment, it would be the latter.
What would it be like to wake up to that view for the rest of my life? She had to get out of that hotel before the rest of her body became traitorous. Quickly and quietly Elizabeth got dressed in record time. She spied his umbrella against the wall. It iis/i raining and he won't need to use it, for now anyways. Elizabeth reasoned while she grabbed the umbrella as she opened the door of the suite and went into the hallway. The good thing about hotels is that their doors don't sqeak. She thought as she made her way down the corridor. She stopped infront of the lift and then decided to use the stairs instead. Wearing the same clothes as the last time she entered the hotel will be hard enough to explain, not to mention being here this early.
The stairs it is then. She turned back towards the stair well which is on the other part on the floor, so that means she would have to walk past both Princes to get to the well. And both rose early. She looked down at her wrist and saw the braclet that Jessica loaned her, sparkling in the flouresant light, now she knew that to get out of the hotel and bacxk to the bus will take a lot of luck. Elizabeth slowed to a tip toe and was able to get past Nicolas' suite and she almost got caught at Laurent's because she could hear him slamming a door, then a few seconds later let out a fast rush of french that she couldn't translate. Which was probably a good thing. Since she was so close to the well she broke out into a run and yanked the door and started down the well. Luckily she was wearing boots, or she would have tripped, several times. At some point she gave up the stairs and used the lift the rest of the way. Luck really was with her because the attendant at the desk was dozing and didn't see a disleveled blonde woman go past him carrying a large black umbrella. Outside the hotel she opened the "borrowed" umbrella and stepped out into the aggressive rain.
"Elizabeth." she had walked about a 1/2 block when her name was called. She froze and turned.
"Anne." Elizabeth greeted her found friend. "What are you doing out in this weather?"
"I was dropping my portfolio off at my agent's." Anne took in her friend's appearance.
"That's cool you're an artist." Elizabethsaid lamely.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Anne asked Elizabeth. She didn't have to mention why she wanted to talk. It had to do with the fact that Elizabeth looked like she just rolled out of bed, or should she say, iwho's/i bed.
"Sure, can you give me a ride back to Bennet Hotel?"

"She's gone."
"What on earth are you talking about Laurent?"
Laurent paced the length of the sitting room of his hotel suite. He stopped and looked at the broken vase lying in the fireplace. The result of his finding that Elizabeth wasn't in the bathroom.
"Elizabeth Wakefield, she isn't here. She was but when I woke up she wasn't in the bed..." Laurent trailed off knowing that his mouth has runaway with him.
And by that look Prince Nicolas gave him. "I said too much."
""The heart has away of controlling those type of things." Nicolas smiled at his son. "I know you love this American girl, even after being apart for nearly a decade. Go after her, don't let her go again, Laurent. This is your second chance to get her back."
"What about the luncheon with the Winsdors?" Laurent was referring to Elizabeth II and her family. Ever since Diana was killed..." Laurent's own mother died when he was 10, so when Princess Diana was killed in 1997, Laurent kind of became a big brother so to speak to William and Harry.
"They will understand." Nicolas stood up and ushered his stubborn son out the door.
Standing out in the hallway Laurent smiled. Eight years ago his father would have done anything in his power to stop Laurent from being with Elizabeth, and he almost succeed too. Now Prince Nicolas was telling/ ordering him to find her and not let her go.
And that was exactly what he was going to do.