He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. The shirt fit well, ironed, and clean, with a little red and yellow on the sides. The trousers were pressed and warm. The shoes were brown and polished. Dare he say it, he looked good. He turned and looked at Jaime and Roy, smiled, both of his friends looked good. "Ready?" He asked.

"Ready." They both replied. Jonathan smiled and walked passed them, nodded to the butlers and descended down the steps to the entrance. He stopped at the doors and said. "Rhodos said he'd meet us at the bar."

"Alright." Roy said.

Jonathan nodded, the doors opened and they got into the car. "To Seven Inns, please Martin."

"Right away sir." Martin replied, the car started and then off they went. As the gates opened, Jaime spoke.

"How come you never told us that the Queen of England was your great-grandmother?"

"She's the Queen of Great Britain and Ireland, not England." Jonathan corrected. "And well, you never asked therefore I didn't say anything."

"Well how were we supposed to ask, considering you never really speak about your mom's side of the family." Jaime pointed out.

"Fair enough." Jonathan conceded. "Why is it such a big deal anyway? She's just like you and me, a person with wants and interests of her own."

"Apart from the fact that she lives in a palace, owns several more, brings in billions to the UK economy, and has a share in running government. She does have a say in government policy, doesn't she?" Jaime asked.

Jonathan sighed. "Yes, in a manner of speaking. The monarch can advise, caution and warn the Prime Minister and the government about certain courses of action. But that's it."

"And what about the other members of the family? Her son and grandsons? What do they do?" Jaime asked.

"Did you not ask James and Henry when you were with them?" Jonathan asked.

Jaime didn't say anything so it fell to Roy to give the answer to that query. "We were too busy looking at portraits of all your dead ancestors and other people to be really focused on that. So, what do they do?"

"James as Duke of Cambridge is patron of several charities; he's especially involved in raising awareness about mental health and removing the stigma involved in talking about it. He also works as a search and rescue pilot in East Anglia. Henry is patron of several charities, particularly those involved with the military, he champions causes that encourage military personnel to seek work once they're done in the armed forces. He also serves as a member of the Defence Committee, the body tasked with ensuring the government is doing its job properly in regards to the Armed Forces." Jonathan replied.

"And their father?" Jaime asked.

"The Prince of Wales is patron of a great many charities with a great many interests. He runs the Prince's Trust which is directly responsible for putting thousands of young people into work, giving them fulfilling careers." Jonathan answered.

"And where do you fit into all of this? How are you connected to the Queen?" Jaime asked.

"My grandmother was the Queen's daughter. My mum is the Queen's granddaughter, and I am the Queen's great-grandson. And due to the Act of Succession of Nineteen Seventy, my grandmother was placed second in line to the throne behind her brother, and once he had children, she became fourth in line to the throne. Since James got married and had a son, the line of succession goes the Prince of Wales, James, James's son Andrew, Henry, my mum and then me." Jonathan said, hoping they wouldn't bring up the caves right now.

"So you're sixth in line to the throne of Great Britain? You're six places away from being a King? Dude, if you'd mentioned this in school I think you'd have had far more luck with the ladies." Roy said.

Jonathan snorted. "Yes, and that would've just been complete shit. I'd have been no better than Connor, using the fact that I was some rich person's son to get laid. No thanks."

"We're here, Sir." Martin said as the car stopped.

"Thanks Martin. Where will you be waiting?" Jonathan asked.

"By the Sheers, Sir." Martin responded.

"Alright." The doors opened, Jonathan got out followed by his friends, they crossed the road, and Jonathan nodded at Rhodos. "Rhodos, good to see you." They hugged, Jonathan pulled back as Jaime and Roy greeted their friend.

"You as well." Rhodos said. "Right come on then, let's get inside, it's going to be buzzing."

The doors opened, and as they walked in Jonathan said. "If we get separated, and we don't meet before the end of the night, one of us has to call someone else in the group."

"Agreed." Came the response.

Rhodos was obviously popular, seeing as how within moments of entering the bar, several men and women came and greeted him, they were introduced to Jonathan and the others, and for a time polite conversation was had. This continued as they got to the bar. "What do you want?" Rhodos asked. "I'm buying the first round."

"A beer." Roy said.

"Vodka coke." Jaime said.

"I'll have a coke, please." Jonathan replied, he knew he couldn't get drunk, but he didn't want to drink here.

Rhodos nodded and placed the order, as they waited for their drinks to come, Rhodos introduced them to various people, including a lady with auburn hair and green eyes. "Jonathan, this is Louise Lincoln, she's studying biology at UCL. Louise this is Jonathan Kent, a good friend of mine."

Jonathan smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Louise replied.

Their drinks came and as the music steadily got louder at the bar, the group dispersed to various other places. Louise looked at him and asked. "Do you want to grab a booth?"

Jonathan looked over at his friends, Jaime was chatting to some bloke, and Roy was already getting close to a girl with fiery blonde hair. He looked back at Louise and smiled. "Sure." They moved away from the bar, drinks in hand, and found a booth tucked away into the corner. They sat down, and Louis was the one who spoke first.

"So, how do you know Rhodes?"

Jonathan was surprised at the name, but then laughed. "Oh, we know each other through our families. We're close friends."

"Ah that's cool." Louise said.

"How do you know him?" Jonathan asked.

Louise was silent for a moment, sipping on her drink. "We used to date, we met through a friend at the embassy, and then from there one thing led to another."

Jonathan nodded. "Do you mind me asking what happened?" He knew Rhodos, and he knew that his friend was not quite ready for commitment. Yet.

"Oh we just wanted different things." Louise said. There was a brief pause then she said. "So, how are you finding the UK? Is it different to the US?"

Jonathan took a moment to consider the question. "I mean, I've got family that live here, so I've been here before, and really, there are some differences but there are a few similarities. Truth be told I prefer it here than over there."

"Oh? Why is that?" Louise asked.

"It's less busy over here, more quiet, there is time to think and to reflect, and to really just see how you fit into things. Over in the states, there's this constant desire to be moving, to be doing something." Jonathan replied.

"Yeah, I can see how that would be better." Louise answered.

Jonathan took another sip of his coke. He looked up and saw Roy and the girl he had been talking to leave, he grinned, then removed the grin as he looked back at Louise. "So, you study biology at UCL, did you say? How are you finding it?"

Louise smiled. "It's interesting, there's a lot to learn and there's a lot to take in. Overall it's been good though. It's definitely different to doing an undergraduate degree."

"How so?" Jonathan asked, curious. He saw Jaime leaving with someone else.

"Well for one thing, it's a lot more evidence based than undergraduate, we're doing a lot more of our own experiments and tests to get clear detail. Furthermore, we've been using a lot of work by someone called Mikhail Arkadin, which has proven very interesting." Louis answered.

"Isn't he the dude who said something about cells mutating into something primal?" Jonathan asked, he knew his aunt Chloe had been intrigued by it.

"That's the one. He's an interesting character, at least that's the picture his work paints." Louise said.

Jonathan nodded, took a deep gulp of coke, placed the glass down. "Do you want another drink?"

"I'll get them. Another coke?" Louis said.

"Yes please." Jonathan replied.

As he waited, he felt his phone buzz, he took it out and read the message. Louise is into you dude, go for it!

Jonathan looked at the message then fired back. I've just met her!

Doesn't matter, you're only here once, make the most of it.

Jonathan laughed, and locked his phone, trust Rhodos to think like that. Louise came back with their drinks, he thanked her and took a sip of coke. "So, what are you planning on studying?"

"Politics and history. There's something about the world and the direction it's going in that seems completely at odds with everything we're taught about at school. Plus, I've always been interested in history." Jonathan answered.

"Oh really? What time periods?" Louise asked.

"Pretty much anything from ten hundred onwards. But recently a lot of interest in the Jacobite era." Jonathan replied.

"Oh that's pretty cool, I've got a lot of books on that period, if you'd want to see them?" Louise asked.

Books, is this for real? Is there really someone interested in this stuff like I am? At first Jonathan wondered if this was some sort of joke, but then he thought why the hell not. "Sure, that would be cool." He downed his coke in one and got up, he followed Louise out of the bar, shooting of a message to Jaime and Roy and Rhodos as to where he was going.

They walked down the road, before turning right and entering what appeared to be a small town house. "I share this with three other people." Louise explained at his unasked question.

Louise opened the door, allowing them both in before she shut it and locked it. They took off their shoes, Jonathan felt slightly sick, though he wasn't sure why. He brushed that off, and followed Louise up the stairs, his heart beating quickly. They got to the first door on the right, Louise opened it and Jonathan found himself looking at shelves upon shelves of books. "So, here we are."

Jonathan bit down the urge to groan, his insides were twisting and he didn't know why. "Do you mind if I sit down?" He managed to get out.

"Sure, have a rest on the bed." Louise said.

Jonathan nodded his thanks and sat down on the bed, it had white covers, he blinked the pain inside got worse and he slumped down on the bed. He heard the patter of feet, and blinked, Louise was nowhere to be seen. "Louise?"

"I'm here." She replied, her voice sounded closer than he expected, he blinked and looked up, his vision was blurred, but there she was on top of him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, though his words came out slurred.

She didn't answer him, instead he heard something being unzipped, he felt something being pulled down, before air exposed his lower regions. He felt something hit his face, he blinked and found himself staring at pants.

"What are you doing?" He asked again, fear coursing through him.

Again, she didn't answer, but this time he felt something stroke him, it took two strokes before he was hard. "Please, no, not this." He begged. She ignored him, and he felt it.

Up and down it went, he closed his eyes, hating himself for how his body was betraying him, he couldn't move, he couldn't fight all he could do was lie there and handle this, this shame. How could he have been so stupid? When it was done, his body shook then he heard her whisper. "Clifford Devoe sends his regards."