Disclaimer: No- E! owns the Royals. I don't own them.

To Superdani4Ever: Aw- thank you! I think they just had the bombshell dropped- now they realise they were being snubbed for quite some time (and the Greek royals got the pity treatment from them- who wanted their daughter to marry into that crazy family?).

But even as royalty, they wouldn't have recognised each other that well, because while they may or may not have bumped occasionally into each other, remember as kids, the focus on their caregivers and parents- especially Aglaia's one- would have been on raising, grooming, educating them and safeguarding their privacy, so they really wouldn't have gone on royal tours overseas extensively, and Aglaia had a happier childhood with less pressure and public appearances than Robert who was the heir. I don't think there is much scrutiny on other royals apart from the British (due to things like BBC and English spoken globally).

As for her security- I imagine she gave them the slip! Other royals do study in London- the Japanese Emperor's granddaughter, Princess Mako studied did, so did the princes of Swaziland, while their sister went to America. Not that much media coverage, if any. And while security would undoubtedly be there, a large amount of security guards in black suits and sunglasses would have been far too conspicuous- and dangerous.

Yeah, Ted Pryce. We never did see a body, did we? Not with Robert either.

Men at some time are the Masters of their Fates:... The Fault, dear Brutus, lies not with our Stars...

Robert poured in the files as fast as he could.

Next to nothing on Alexios and Dimitri. That was strange. But that was the truth. Like their records had been deliberately wiped.

Robert almost threw them aside in frustration.

Whether it was the fact that Captain Dimitriou would be trying desperately to get his hands on Robert's wife, of losing her and his unborn children, of Liam being killed or imprisoned, for all the diplomatic immunity in the world, Robert breathed deeply and strove as hard as he could to keep everything intact.

And then there was also the prospect of his wife being assassinated, Greece being plunged into another civil war which would see his children massacred, his in-laws distrust of his family and having the system descend into anarchy in Britain. Almost forgot about that, he thought sarcastically.

Faces of various Greek individuals popped up. Or rather, immigrants and refugees that arrived in England around the time of the civil war, just before it ended, during its ending or right after. There were just too many of them. Robert ground his teeth in frustration.

Damn this, he thought as he stood and began looking up members of the former Military Junta which had taken over Greece; those that had been released and those who evaded capture. The faces needed to match- any one of them.

And there was something else that bothered him. His mother-in-law's accusations that his family had been responsible for various murders. Yes, Cyrus did take advantage of his mother's affair with Alistair Lacey- or someone else- to place himself and not Liam on the throne when their father died. But was he a murderer? Robert didn't know. He did love his uncle despite his faults and taking the throne. And his mother? He knew the relationship between his parents wasn't really as rosy as the way they presented it to the world, but did she really have his father's old girlfriend or fiancée killed just so she would become queen someday?

Robert closed his eyes. He wasn't sure whom he could trust.

It would take a while before anything showed up electronically. Robert looked in irritation at the computer screen. He would need to confront his mother firstly.

"Tell me about Dominique Stewart." Robert stated bluntly. Eleanor was in the room with them. Robert had decided against the outright approach of asking where they were, first he wanted to know if his mother would be honest with him. Eleanor had always been- but his mother? He wasn't so sure.

"Dominique was the love of your father's life," Helena admitted. "She came from the Stewart family." Robert registered them as a line of war heroes and a clan of aristocracy. "She died before they could be married."

"How did she die?" Robert questioned.

"She was murdered." That was Eleanor. Well, so much for finding out if his mother would tell the truth.

"And who murdered her?" Robert persisted. Both of them could not meet his eyes.

"It was my mother," Helena said quietly. Robert stiffened and stood very still. His grandmother? "Duchie?" He asked incredulously with the pet nickname they always had for her.

"Yeah," Eleanor said quietly. "It was her. She arranged for Dominique- or Domino as Dad called her- to get into a riding accident."

Robert breathed out, shakily. So there were murderers in his family. "And?" He asked. "When did you find out?"

"Another girl contacted Liam- her name was also Dominique Stewart. Her dad was the original Domino's brother. Apparently her dad was out for revenge."

"And what happened to him?" Robert asked. "Did he get his revenge?"

Eleanor shook his head. Helena's eyes were glued to the floor.

"No. He made a deal with Ted Pryce, but he never got anything."

"Where is he now?" Helena and Eleanor looked at each other. "I don't know," they both admitted at the same time.

Robert closed his eyes. "Has he been seen since or heard of since then?"

Silence. He knew the answer well enough. His in-laws were right. This was a nest of vipers.

"Do you think Cyrus killed him?" Robert demanded. "Please, tell me the truth."

Helena took a breath. "I know that Cyrus… Ordered Lucius to have Alistair killed."

"Alistair?" Robert demanded. Helena looked down. "Cyrus and Lucius murdered Alistair?"

"No- they tried, and failed. But Alistair left me after he confronted me on whether or not the twins were really his." Robert's lips pressed into a tight line.

So that was where Lucius went.

"So Cyrus did try to kill someone," he said coldly. "And it never occurred to you to tell me about this? That my own relatives, my uncle and my grandmother, were capable of murder? Who else died? Queen Anastasia said something about a maid…"

"It was Violet," Helena admitted. "That was her name. Your grandmother thought Cyrus was going to marry her. She had her killed, or so we thought." Robert's eyes flashed. "And the other maid was Prudence. Your uncle blackmailed her into having sex with him or he would have her fired or arrested, I'm not sure. But she became pregnant. And he tried to marry her. But I… Wanted to get back at him for Alistair and I didn't want Liam or Eleanor to be displaced before they were even proven to be Simon's. So I replaced the priest with a gynaecologist and when the baby was born, I smuggled him and his mother out. Prudence came quite willingly. The marriage was never legal."

Robert let out a breath. "So Cyrus really could have been responsible for all this," he said icily. "Tell me, Mum, was Ted Pryce acting alone?"

Helena and Eleanor looked at each other. Their bewildered looks was answer enough. "We don't know," Helena admitted.

"And Duchie?" He demanded. "Where is she now?"

"We've stripped her of her title, she's not allowed to come to the palace anymore."

Robert's lips were now pressed into a thin line. "You could have told me all this before I came to the throne and got married." He glared icily at Helena, before his gaze turned towards Eleanor. "And sired children. Why did I bring my children into this world when one of their own relatives could easily murder them to take the throne? Why did I expect to keep my own wife safe, if I can't save anyone else?" He shook his head. Robert turned and left.

"Dad was right to be disappointed with this family." He said, turning back, before heading back out.

Eleanor bit her lip and looked down, trying to hold back her tears. Robbie, her big brother, always so golden, always so forgiving and positive, always looking at her bright points, was now disappointed in her.

Helena herself was deeply hurt and disappointed.

Now Robert knew the truth. "Sir," one of the few MI5 agents he trusted came back. "We've found a match." Robert nodded and immediately went to inspect it.

"Well, we're matching everything." Willow got out her first-aid kit. "I can give a few names, but they're probably living under an alias," Dimitri said darkly. He strode over to the computer.

"Our sister's at high risk along with her babies, and who knows who else. An NIS agent is already dead, murdered, and I have a feeling that the body count is going to keep going up." Dimitri looked grim and determined. "It's my job to make sure it goes back down."

Liam looked at him irritably before Willow came and daubed his bleeding eye. He was cut in various places.

"I'm Dimitri by the way," the Greek prince said with a charming smile to Willow. "Willow," she introduced herself, taking his hand. "I'd say it's a pleasure, your royal highness but…" She trailed off.

Dimitri laughed. "But we've clearly all seen better days." He glanced at her and Liam. "How did you two know each other?"

"Well… We…" Willow stammered. "I was the one who started the hashtag King Liam on social media," she blushed under his interest.

"Oh," Dimitri straightened and gave her a very handsome smile. "So you're the genius that had the guts to try to put things right in your country." His grin widened as his eyes fixed themselves onto her. "I must say, we heard about that, even in Greece. But I never thought that the one behind it would be a very intelligent, very brave young girl to stand up against King Cyrus."

Willow blushed very deeply.

Liam felt a strong irritation. He felt a powerful urge to punch the Greek prince on his outrageously handsome face although knowing Dimitri he would probably end up snapped in half if he so much as tried. With Alexios he would have ended up worse; he was the more violent brother.

"We found one," Jasper interrupted Liam's thoughts.

"Who?" Dimitri straightened. Jasper gestured to the screen. "Argus Metaxas." Dimitri's eyes bugged. "Metaxas?!" He leaned forwards. "That can't be," he whispered.

Willow and Liam looked alarmed. "You know him?" Liam demanded.

"He's one of the most dangerous supporters of the Military Junta during the days of the civil war- he's here in England?" Dimitri asked, aghast.

"Under the alias of Aristotle Anastos." Jasper squinted.

Dimitri let out a shaky breath. "And where does Aristotle Anastos live?" He asked dangerously.

"We don't know," Jasper admitted. "Wait- it's here." He gave an address not far from where they were.

Dimitri's eyes narrowed. "He has a lot to answer for."

The former Grand Duchess of Oxford, Alexandra's whereabouts were at her country estate. She wasn't living such a luxurious lifestyle at all, Robert thought. It came as no surprise. Apparently, his mother's father had died, leaving them almost bankrupt and that was the reason as to why his grandmother wanted Helena to marry King- then Prince- Simon. Now that she had been revealed to have been the murderer of Dominique Stewart- so that Helena could become queen- and Violet, Cyrus' supposed girlfriend- because she wanted Helena to remain queen and her grandson to become king- she was cut off. No royal allowance, nothing except for an elderly pension which just wasn't enough to sustain the lifestyle she was used to. Robert knew she could not have been responsible for the Greek princes' murder. He had been as close to his grandmother as his siblings were and this shook him to the core, to say the least.

Robert exhaled. One person discounted, but still not trustworthy. Then there was Cyrus.

Possibly, he was a collaborator. But something was off. He looked at the perfect face matches of Argus Metaxas and Aristotle Anastos. Perfect, though it apparently aged. They had to match it even further. There were no photographs taken of Anastos back in the day when he was first arrived but Intelligence Services were sure this was Metaxas one of the notorious supporters of the old Greek Military Junta.

And he was already gone. Agents had scoured where he lived. Apparently Metaxas had left beforehand. He found himself wondering whether or not Liam knew this. If he did the likely thing he would do was to rush in over there, which Robert doubted would do any good. Robert needed to spring a trap.

"How could Liam have done this?" Len's eye makeup was once again running down her face.

"Liam didn't do it. And I don't think Robert believes that either."

"No," Helena agreed.

"But where's Liam?" Eleanor despaired.

"What?" That was Aglaia. She was in her dressing gown, bump clearly visible beneath the fabric surrounded by more than a dozen security guards.

"Aglaia." Len said in surprise. She and her mother stood. "I thought… You were in your room."

Aglaia shook her head sadly. "I've done enough grieving and resting. The babies are fine, they're active now." She sighed. She nearly sagged but Len and some security guards caught her and they handed her a glass of water.

Aglaia took careful sips. "Robert told me about what happened. I don't think anyone who knows Liam believes he's capable of murder. Not least of all to a random NIS agent. He's not stupid." She put the glass down.

"We have to prove that he's innocent," she stated. "And catch the monsters who did this." She exhaled. Rubbing her belly gently, she tried to calm the children who, probably sensing their mother's distress, were kicking a storm.

Humming a lullaby under her breath, the babies started to quieten down a little. "May I?" Len asked, longingly. Aglaia gave a sad smile, and took Len's hand, pressing it to where she could feel a foot thumping.

Len's eyes widened as she felt it. Aglaia smiled at her mother-in-law and beckoned her forwards. Hesitantly, but longingly, Helena made her way forwards and placed her hand to where Aglaia was indicating. A baby kicked back as if in greetings.

Tears shone in Helena's eyes though she never let them fall. She smiled, rare and genuine joy inside of her, as she felt her son's unborn baby kick- no, wait, that was three children. Three of her son's children were kicking back as if greeting her.

Aglaia let out a breath. "I don't what world I'm bringing my children into," she admitted. "Or whether or not I'll be able to protect them. But they're my children. And they deserve a chance at life. They deserve family. That's the most important thing. The thing worth dying for- not a throne, not a dynasty, but family. Family and home are different than what people think they are."

Breathing deeply again, she made her way back to their rooms.

"So… Would you like to be godmother, Leni?" She asked.

Len's eyes widened as she heard this request, and saw Aglaia's eyes which had regained a little of their former sparkle. "You… You want me to…" She stuttered.

Aglaia tilted her head. "Well, if you don't want to…"

"No," she fervently blurted out. "No, I'd love to… But are you sure? I mean, I've made so many mistakes-"

"But when you made them and hit rock bottom you found your way up," Aglaia said quietly. "And I know you'll be there for them, to warn them from doing the same. That's why I want you to be their godmother." In case anything happens to me, she thought.

And it probably would. She wasn't stupid. She knew that marriage to the Henstridges would mean that her life would be in danger, especially in regards to being the mother to the next heir and spares. She also knew- despite her husband and parents deliberately trying to keep her unaware- or rather guessed, that somewhere amongst the Greek community in England, at least one person burned with a terrible grudge.

But why? She nearly choked. There had been children among the dead when the civil war broke loose.

And now her brothers? She didn't know.

"So no Metaxas," Liam almost snapped.

"No," Willow agreed.

"So what now?"

They all looked at each other.

"Metaxas is the main priority, and Pryce, but we have no proof of your innocence, apart from the electronics we planted in your palace, and they are quite vague. No, we need to draw Pryce out- him and Metaxas. Do they know we're onto them? I don't know. Who else is involved? I also don't know. But I do know they're going to try to kill more and more people if they're allowed to roam free. Children died during our civil war. They were tortured and butchered just like the adults, and I'm not just talking about the ones who were unfortunate enough to carry royal blood- my own family. I'm talking about everyone. If people weren't killed, they fled or just died. This is going to happen again to Greece, it may or may not happen to Britain- as unlikely as it seems, anarchy can do anything." Dimitri's voice was like steel. "Do you want to save your people? Because right now, they're in extreme danger."

Liam, Jasper and Willow were silent. Now, the reality of their situation had sunk in.

And these guys had to be the ones to save the day. Damn.

Forget this, Robert almost cursed.

He was going to spring the trap.

Aglaia was sleeping for once. They tried to get her to rest, but she could barely sleep. Robert went to her and stroked her hair gently away from her face.

She stirred. "Mmm." She murmured.

Robert held her close and sighed. "I'm sorry I woke you," he apologised.

"Robbie," she whispered. He kissed her and held her tighter.

"Don't leave," she whispered. "I don't know how much time we have left."

Robert ground his jaw. "We have the rest of our lives."

Aglaia sighed. "I know someone will try to kill me soon. I don't need the heavy security to make me aware. I know that Liam was framed to remove him from the line of succession. And that Eleanor, your mother and Cyrus are also under suspicion, which means that they could be placed into international trouble. That leaves only you in the palace on the throne, but who's going to succeed you? Not the babies," she pressed a hand on her belly.

Robert pressed his own larger hand on top of hers. He could feel the babies kicking inside. His children. Their children. Could he protect them or their mother? He didn't know.

But he knew he could fight like the devil in hell to do so.

"So how do we plan on taking out Aglaia?" Pryce asked.

"Taking Aglaia out- now?" The Greek man scoffed. His scarred face showed in the light. Age had not been kind to Metaxas, even though he grew his beard to hide the wound inflicted by none other than King Konstantinos, then a prince seeking to avenge the murders of so many people, not just his own family.

"I'm not stupid and I'm not insane. We can't get that close. Even if there are gaps and holes within her security." He coughed, trying to clear his airway.

"This complicates things. Aglaia…" He paused.

"Well, actually, there might be a way."

Which was exactly what Robert thought. Aglaia was safe and secure inside the palace, in their own quarters. But they would never be able to draw them out.

"Love," he said urgently. "Do you trust me?"

Aglaia blinked. "Of course I trust you." She stated.

"Then I have a plan to draw out whoever did this," he stated. "And I believe one of them is a former member of the Military Junta, hiding here in Britain. You're safest inside the palace. They know that. They wouldn't dare try to kill you. But once you're out…"

"You mean-" she struggled to sit up. "If the birth came early. Or I was leaving. Or there were complications…"

"Exactly." Robert said. "That's the only way to draw them out. They want you. But I'm going to keep you and our children safe, even if I have to do the craziest things. Aglaia… I need you to fake complications." She nodded wide-eyed.

"Autopsies and blood DNA testing aren't allowed," Robert stated bluntly. "On royals, not unless you had a paternity case like Liam's and Eleanor's. And everyone- including the killers- would be too busy to scan for that. So…" He took a deep breath.

"I need to find an animal."

"I'm sorry, you want what?"

"Please." Robert said in an undertone. "To draw them out." Rachel looked hesitant, but nodded her head.

"And mention this to no one- not even my mother. I don't want word of this to get out."

Rachel nodded again.

Robert breathed out a sigh.

Later, they got ready. Aglaia looked nervous and somewhat ill as she took the bags of animal blood and poured it over her nightgown, the bedsheets, and all over the floor, where Robert had indicated. He'd left the room.

She felt ill. She clutched her nose. But she had to play the part.

Right on cue, she started screaming as if in pain. Rachel ran out to get Robert and whoever else, shouting it all out.

They instantly came running. Aglaia was screaming, bent double and clutching her abdomen which was covered in blood.

On cue, they ran to get her to the hospital.

"It's started," Pryce warned Metaxas.

"Very well, then." He answered. "Leave Robert be. Soon, they'll be operating to save those babies. It will be a pity, since Aglaia is clearly having a difficult pregnancy, if she dies of labour complications."

Pryce nodded and then left. Metaxas followed.

They were on their way to the hospital.

"Sir?" The doctor asked bewildered.

"We're just drawing them out- I've called off security in some areas, but the patients inside will be safe, I give you my word." Robert assured him.

The doctor nodded, still confused.

"I just need to draw them out," Robert said. His dark blue eyes had gone steely.

Alexios stood straight. Aglaia had had complications. He wasn't unaware. This was faked.

"What's going on?" Liam- back at Willow's place with the others- asked.

"The queen has been taken to hospital, with palace sources stating emergency claims and complications. As it was, throughout this terrible time, our thoughts and prayers go to the queen, the king and the Greek royal family." The TV presenter stated.

"She's in hospital?" Liam breathed.

"And that's where they'll strike," Jasper concluded. He punched his own hand. "They're going to try to kill her there. There's been no time, to plan a thorough security check, a perimeter or anything. This was all done in a hurry. She's vulnerable. They're going to try and kill her there."

"Wha- in the hospital?" Liam's eyes bugged.

"Yeah, come on, we've got to go!" All of them ran towards the car.

Aglaia tried to breathe normally. Just where was Robert? She was terrified for him, for their babies, for her parents, Len and Liam, everybody.

And her brothers… No- she couldn't afford to think about that yet, she'll break down and that was not what they needed right now.

She could hear the doctor and nurses speaking to Helena and Len.

"Well, she's stable right now, your majesty." Helena breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we see her?" That was Len.

"I'm afraid she needs to rest, your royal highness," the nurse informed her before heading off to speak to the Greek king and queen.

Pryce was there, in the hospital. She was in a private ward and there was sufficient security, but it looked like his replacement, James Hill was arguing with someone. Apparently he disapproved of the man's conduct. Before long, a scuffle broke out. And soon a Greek security guard confronted them. The first agent, reacting badly, attacked him by punching him repeatedly. Then the Greeks and British guards started brawling while Hill tried to break them up and Ted took advantage of their unprofessionalism to slip inside once the nurses ran out. She didn't even look at him as he slipped inside.

Aglaia was sleeping. For a while Ted hesitated. Three hospital bassinets stood nearby, and it looked, from the silence and the way the three bundles seemed relaxed and covered in blankets, that the new-born triplets were sleeping. For a while, Ted hesitated. This was a mother. Just like Daphne.

But Daphne wasn't there. Daphne wasn't there because of Robert, Helena, Simon and all the rest of them. Daphne would never dress their daughter for her prom dance, or her homecoming, or even for her wedding day. Helena got to hold her grandchildren. Daphne didn't.

Ted's eyes hardened. He raised the knife and prepared to puncture the drip to drain the beloved queen's life to strike a blow to Robert, to the royals, all of them…

Only to find his arm blocked by none other than Jasper Frost.

"You!" Ted was incredulous. He thought all the agents were outside.

Aglaia whirled awake, her eyes wide.

Jasper punched Ted square on the face.

He tried to hit Ted again, but Pryce grabbed an unused bedpan and swung it at Jasper's head, startling him.

Jasper stumbled back onto the bed. He floundered and tried to grab something to get up. But Pryce swung a fire extinguisher at him. He tried to swing at Jasper again, but instead he hit a switch. All the lights went off.

Aglaia gasped, and her hands flew to her belly where the children- still unborn- lay. The dolls in the bassinets were fake. She tried to swing her legs up to protect her belly.

There were loud clattering and clanging sounds being heard. The queen tried to fumble for a bell, when the lights flew open again.

Liam stood at the doorway, along with a girl and- Aglaia's heart jolted- Dimitri. Her own brother Dimitri- still alive.

And looking exceptionally murderous. He drew a gun.

"No!" Aglaia shouted, trying to take cover. The gunshots sounded three times.

But Ted flew aside and it smashed the window instead.

"Enough- Pryce- finish her off!" A Greek-accented voice bellowed. Aglaia's eyes turned towards the noise. A man with a scarred face, barely masked by hi greying beard stood there. Was that-

Dimitri tried to shoot at him. Metaxas bellowed and threw a bassinet- containing a fake baby- at Dimitri whose eyes bugged, apparently not knowing the infants were fake, and tried to catch it. Metaxas raised his gun at Aglaia.

Only for something to hit him instead. He hollered and Willow stood poised, getting ready to throw a compact mirror.

She flung it at Metaxas who snarled and aimed to shoot her, before Dimitri tackled him. Just then, to add to all the drama, Alexios burst into the room.

Several bangs went out and quickly, Dimitri had rolled onto his back so that Metaxas' back was facing Alexios who fired those bullets: two at his back, one at his head. His eyes bugged, and Dimitri quickly shoved him off.

"Where's Pryce!" Jasper shouted, shoving a hospital tray off of him.

The door was open. And of course, due to Robert's plan, there was no security left.

He and Liam raced out the door.

Pryce ran for it. Shit. Metaxas had really bungled it in his quest for revenge. He ran upstairs- knowing that all the security would be heavy downstairs and ended- classic scene- on the roof.

"Hello Ted," a smooth voice stated.

Robert's dark blue eyes were flashing.

"Come here to kill my wife and children?" He asked quietly. "You know I never knew your wife. Or your daughter whom you used to shag Liam to keep him occupied while you murdered my father. But it was funny how you hijacked my plane to try to avenge her." His eyes glinted. "And especially funny how you murdered my father and then tried to murder my wife and her brothers to get even. I doubt that my mother would have felt as affected as hers was. But forming an alliance to a man who may be considered a bit of a neo-Nazi? I could hardly believe you at all, Ted. That's a new low, even for you."

Ted narrowed his eyes. "Are you here to monologue and lecture me, like all members of your station on betrayal and doing duty to the country, because let me tell you something, Robert; you don't give a damn. I know none of you don't. Cyrus was the one who had Jeffrey Stewart killed, the brother of your father's former fiancée who died in an accident orchestrated by your grandmother, just so her daughter Helena could become queen. How many families have you destroyed? Or do you really only care about your one, like all the rest?"

Robert's eyes narrowed, just as Liam burst forwards.

"Stop." He said immediately. He raised a gun. "Stop right there."

"You've already tried this before, Liam." Ted said calmly. "You can't do it."

"I will this time," Liam was shaking in rage. "I swear I will."

"No you won't." Ted said, still calm. "You wear a uniform, but like the Greek princes said, it's all just dress-up. None of you ever had the courage to love anybody but yourselves and that gilded chair and jewelled hat. Or maybe you. But you don't have what it takes to rule. You don't even have what it takes to pull a trigger and save more."

"No," Robert interrupted, nearly making Liam bolt. "But I do."

He raised his gun. And shot Ted Pryce.

Down he fell, down before crashing into an ambulance.

Robert breathed deeply. "Let's go." He grabbed his brother's arm and both of them headed back down.

Aglaia gasped. "How- how did you-" "Sshhh." That was Dimitri. He stroked her hair. Alexios kissed her forehead.

"The babies?" His wild eyes lay on the fallen bassinet. "They're fake," Aglaia explained, before a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen. "Ah."

She looked at Willow. "Thank you," she said so sincerely, that Willow looked somewhat embarrassed. "My pleasure," she said quietly. But the pain started to grip Aglaia again. "Ahhh." She moaned, clutching her belly.

Jasper popped back up. "Where's Liam?" He asked breathlessly.

"Where were you?" Alexios demanded. "Her security detail-" Just then Robert strode in, followed by some doctors and nurses. "Alexios," he stated. "Dimitri." He did not at all look surprised.

Robert pressed something to Alexios' hand. It was a GPS tracking dot, found on Liam's jacket which was how Dimitri managed to find Liam so quickly. In fact, there was something else as well. An electronic bug which Alexios installed right before the wedding.

"In the future, I'd prefer if you not bug our rooms," Robert said in an undertone. "Just leave her security to me. After all, Pryce is dead. I've been onto him for months." Alexios' eyes bugged. "You told me that your known enemies were dead."

"Or so I thought." Robert looked at him. Aglaia was taking sips from a glass. "But we both know that without actual proof, such as dead bodies, no one can truly be counted among the dead." He gave him a long look, while Alexios, stunned, tried to process this and Robert immediately went over to his wife's side. "And besides, did you really expect me to kill my uncle just to be certain? Although admittedly, for Aglaia, I would have done anything."

Aglaia moaned sharply as the pains hit her more. "It's time," she breathed. "I think- ah!"

"Alright, time to get her to surgery," the doctor ordered. Aglaia tried to breathe deeply.

Robert went with her. Alexios' eyes were wide with shock.

Aglaia never imagined it could be so much pain. Of course she knew, but this much? Never.

She moaned as a spasm hit her. Robert held her up, causing her to lean back against her, holding her in his arms, and kissing her forehead.

She cried out.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered in her ear. "It's going to be okay."

The pain ripped her, it was like tearing her insides open. She screamed.

"Hang on." Robert stated as the babies grew restless.

Aglaia tried to breathe deeply. A whimper escaped her. After that much drama… At least her brothers were alive, but right now, she couldn't focus on anything other than the pain and the oncoming children.

She cried out.

Robert shushed her soothingly, like she would sometimes soothe his foul moods. He would never let her go- never.

Aglaia hissed in a breath. And this night had just begun.

Helena and Eleanor went up to the surgery room.

"What's going on there?" Helena demanded. "Why were there guns- and crashing?"

The doctor tried to placate them. "The queen is in labour." They absorbed this in silence.

"Yes, but what-"

"Do you care?" Anastasia asked, harshly. "Let me in," she demanded the doctors. "Anastasia," her husband said warningly. "That's my daughter giving birth, I demand to be allowed-"

"You don't demand anything, you crazy bitch!" Helena hissed. "She's in labour and she doesn't need you charging in and controlling her private life!"

"And you don't order me or teach me how to raise my children," Anastasia hissed back. "As I recall all three of mine turned out right as compared to one of yours."

"You-" Helena's stormy blue eyes bugged.

"I may not have been the best mother," Helena breathed. "Or the best queen."

"Or the best wife," Anastasia put in sardonically.

"Or the best anything, as a matter of fact." Helena spat. "But I would fight to the death to keep my family alive."

"And your country?" Anastasia sneered. "Don't lecture me. What do you know of love? What do any of you know about love? You're fighting within your own family for a crown. Most of mine died because we carried royal blood in our veins. We had to watch our people being slaughtered. Tell me, would you have fought to save a dying child being shot at by a machine gun in the street, even if it puts you at risk? Or is all your charity just for show?"

Helena's eyes widened, but then Aglaia's scream ripped through the air. The doctors and surgeons were going crazy.

"Enough." That was Alexios. Anastasia gasped. And Dimitri.

"Alexios," Anastasia breathed. "Dimitri."

"How is she?"

Liam reappeared. "Liam!" Eleanor blurted.

"Our sister is in labour, can we argue about this later?" Alexios snapped.

A scream ripped through the air again.

Aglaia had never experienced so much pain. She was moaning. She thought she would die.

Well, what a way to go, she thought sarcastically. And what a night.

She gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets but she still cried out.

"Hang on, your majesty," one doctor said.

Easy for him to say.

Robert pressed a kiss to her forehead and wiped her brow.

The first of the babies was born. It was a strong, healthy, screaming boy. He was covered in blood and mucus, screaming and roaring his tiny lungs out and waving his tiny fists and legs, but he was beautiful. Immediately he was passed to Robert after his nose and mouth was sucked clean and the cord was cut before he was marked with a red thread around his wrist to mark him as the firstborn and passed to get cleaned.

Robert's face was full of love, pride and joy beyond comparison. Unless you were ever there before, then you would never know the feeling. Aglaia screamed again and soon the second child was born. Another boy.

He yowled, covered in blood and mucus, like his brother and his cord was cut as well. It was three minutes before the third child was born.

A girl.

The little princess screamed and squealed as she was lifted into the air. Robert's eyes brightened and shone with so much joy and love as he beheld the little girl- his precious little girl. The two boys had their father's rich brown hair with strong hints of gold and his dark, stormy-blue eyes, but the little girl's eyes were almond, large, liquid and emerald, like her mother's and her hair was a very deep black. She was a very beautiful baby. And he knew exactly who she would grow up to look like.

They had triumphed.

The children would currently be fourth, fifth and sixth in line for the Greek throne, and first, second and third for the British.

Robert bent down to kiss his wife, and she marvelled in awe and limitless, powerful love, her eyes filled with tears, as she looked down at the infant who squeaked and held out a tiny fist. Both parents laughed and smiled in joy and awe of the little lives there.

Robert got his way. Pryce was dead by his own hand- just what he wanted. Aglaia would stay and remain his queen. And his three children would be first, second and third in line for the succession.

Everything was perfect.