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Hi everyone,

I'm back with another update. I loved exploring the aftermath of Eleanor's freedom so I had fun writing this chapter. I tried to keep it light and short so it wouldn't be boring. I hope you enjoy it.

And once again, thanks for all the love and support. I really appreciate it...

And the song used in this chapter is "Start A Riot" by BANNERS.

ENJOY:

Chapter14_Find Me

It's been a week since she was freed from the cabin but it had felt like a year to Princess Eleanor. Her first day out was all tears, hugs and kind words followed by through examinations of her body. Her parents insisted she spent the night with them and as strange as that sounded, she felt comfortable sandwiched between the King and Queen of England.

On her second day, she woke to her mother asking her to tell everything about her kidnapping to agents waiting in the guest room. Eleanor remembered how her mouth went dry when they asked if she had seen anyone or heard anything during her imprisonment.

It took a moment for her to compose herself, a short moment that could ruin everything. She remembered looking the head agent in the eye and telling him that she had never seen anybody and that she was all alone in the locked cabin. She almost breathed freely, thinking they bought it, but then one of the younger agents asked: "Then how did you make that video of yourself, Your Highness?"

Eleanor looked down and then into the detective's eyes before saying: "I woke up with instructions and a camera in the living room. They had even written the lines. I just did what they asked." She knew everything about her story sounded fake to them but no one ever dared accuse the Princess of lying.

After the questioning, she had spent the rest of the day cuddled by her father and listening to his stories about her childhood. And even though Eleanor had heard those stories for over a thousand times; she'd still enjoyed them. At the end of the night she asked her parents if she could sleep in her own room and they agreed after announcing that her security had tripled. So she had to walk past six men in uniform just to get into her room.

The next day she had to go through preparation for her televised interview that her mother insisted she'd do. Liam had managed to save her when she was fully bored and walk her through the gardens. It was funny how her twin brother was hesitantly asking what had happened to her without trying to upset her.

Eleanor repeated the same story she had told the agents to Liam: How she had spent her days alone in the cabin, watched television, listened to music and ate food. She didn't know when her prisoners came in or out but they did. And the same cycle happened every day until she was heroically rescued by numerous agents.

Her fourth day was basically trying to keep herself concentrated for her interview which according to her mother, she had nailed. Fifth day was boring since she had to sit through a five-course supper with prime minister of France since he had wanted to see how well the Princess was doing after her abduction.

The sixth day was the day of relaxation since her mother had forced her to go to spa with her and enjoy a good massage. The Queen had assured her that all her worries and fears would go away with that magical massage and she was absolutely right.

Eleanor once opened her eyes and saw her mother looking at her with adoration from across the room. A look she had never seen on her face, directed at her. Eleanor had closed her eyes but she was enjoying their bonding a little more than she wanted to admit.

And today was the seventh day. Eleanor had just woken up and was looking out her window, something she hadn't done in a very long time. She saw servants running around, butlers giving orders and Lucius monitoring everybody and everything so the Queen's garden party would go without a flaw.

She sighed and went back to her bed. As she lied down and closed her eyes, she let herself think about him. In the past few days, whenever she was surrounded by family, she was all smiles but at night, when she was finally alone, she allowed herself to miss him.

And she missed him, indeed. The first night was the hardest. She was being suffocated between her parents and they were not letting her go so she decided to fall asleep letting her imagination run free. And it led her to think about him. Where he was and what he was doing. Was he thinking about her?

She fell asleep soon after, to her own surprise, but when she woke up she didn't even have time to think about him. But then again, at nights, she was allowed to think about him. She thought about their little moments. She thought about how he had said he was in love with her. She thought about the look in his eyes when he saw her cry. And she thought about those words:

"I think… I'm falling in love with you…"

She thought about them all the time. He was in love with her and she could feel it all over her body. His love was running through her veins, making her heart beat faster. She could feel the sincerity of his words even after the time that had past them by. She could still hear them. Like he was near her.

But something she had managed to realize in the past week was that he wasn't in love with the typical Princess Eleanor, but the one she had to be in that cabin to survive. The one who was scared and alone, off drugs and alcohol, and utterly defenseless. As she rolled on her side, she figured maybe that's the reason she had stayed off everything ever since she got back, even though she was tempted.

Even if she wasn't ready to admit it, she liked being sober. She could take in everything that was happening around her, she could observe every reaction, she could feel every emotion and she could bond better with her family. And they wouldn't say it out loud, but her family couldn't agree more.

Speaking of the devil and there was a knock on her door. She sat up and yelled loud enough: "Come in." Liam walked in carefully and gave his sister a bright smile before offering: "Good morning, Len." Eleanor smiled back and he asked: "How are you?"

Eleanor wanted to say something to him, to confide in him maybe, but knowing her brother, he would go straight to authorities. So she shrugged and said: "Fine. Wondering what I should wear to the party. It is in my honor, after all!" Liam chuckled and crashed on her couch and pointed at her to come sit next to him.

Eleanor stood up and sat next to her twin and put her head on his shoulder. She felt he was going to say something and Liam did: "I know things are a bit crazy right now, with the whole parties and social media blowing up, but I just… I just want to make sure you're okay. I know if Robert was here, he would've given a better advice…"

Eleanor looked up and said: "Liam, don't say that." Liam looked down and let out: "I really miss him. I think we could've really used his help right now." Eleanor gulped and said: "I miss him too, Liam, I do. And I know he's watching over us. He is."

She chuckled before adding: "And you know how much I love it when you act like a big brother and give me advices!" Liam's face became hopeful but then Eleanor went on: "Because you look so funny doing it!" Liam laughed along with Eleanor and for once since she got back, he felt like he may have his sister back.

Liam left not long after but before Eleanor could get back to missing Jasper, there was another knock on the door. Apparently her mother had sent her dozens of dresses to choose from. The maid who was delivering them, gave Eleanor a shy smile and said: "I'm glad to see you're back, Your Highness."

Eleanor was stunned but she managed to give her a bright smile and say 'thank you' before she rushed out of the room. Eleanor couldn't stop smiling even after the maid was gone. Since she got back, she noticed so many employees were smiling at her or welcoming her back. And it always made her happy.

Before this, she had honestly thought no one ever gave a damn about her. She was just a bombshell that happened to be the Princess of England so everyone was obeying her. But seeing how they reacted towards her, it made her wonder if she was better than who she thought she was.

"But maybe they're right… Maybe I am a bitch who only sees herself and cares about herself… Maybe I deserve this…"

"No one deserves this, Princess…"

There he was again.

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"You look radiant, darling." Her mother let out loudly and Eleanor felt a blush covering her face. She smiled and returned the favor: "You look stunning, mother." The Queen smiled brightly and then walked to Lucius to receive a report about the party.

Eleanor looked around and saw Liam laughing with Ophelia in a corner and her father talking to Cyrus, who had never even bothered to welcome her back. She sighed and pulled her earphones and her phone out of her pocket and shuffled her songs.

I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm
No surrender, no retreat
I will tear down every wall
Just to keep you warm
Just to bring you home

The song sent chills all over her body and she barely held herself together. So many pictures started spinning around her head, emotions were resurfaced, and many memories were relived. It was just too much for her.

"I saw your tweet about this song."

"It's sweet… You're… sweet…"

She paused the song and yet, she couldn't stop herself from remembering:

"If I get out of here and you still want me, I'll find you, Princess..."

And in a moment of weakness, or bravery, she tweeted:

In the dark, when you sound the alarm
We'll find each other's arms
For your love, all you are
I'd start a riot…

And it was only after she had sent it that she thought about the consequences of her action. She knew she was inviting him to the party and she also knew he would come. She just didn't know how dangerous it would be. For all of them.

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Love,

S