Peasant... I'm a peasant.
Oh how easily the monarchy could be dissolved. Everything she'd known, the home she'd grown up in, gone. Her life, OVER. And what was "just" Eleanor, the former British Princess left with?
Nothing.
No degree, she'd never held a job, she didn't have any money and the tabloids weren't as eager to pay for exclusives she'd once given them for free.
Not that any of this had actually happened (yet) but it was bound to. Sooner than she could have ever imagined. Specially now that her father's broadcast was being played every hour on the hour on CNN. A referendum to abolish the monarchy? Was he mad?
Turning the television off she ran a frustrated hand through her hair, hitting a tangle or two, before looking down at the half-naked man who still lay asleep next to her. What would happen when she was no longer his employer? What Princess could he go play bodyguard to? ...Whose bed would he be weaseling his way into?
The thought of Jasper as anything other than her blackmailer made her uneasy. The cat and mouse game had long since gotten old and she hated him for what he did to her. Or so she had to constantly remind herself.
The only way she was getting away from the shit show her life had turned into was to get high. Which could be easily arranged. Eleanor reached over him for the water bong on the nightstand only to knock the bloody thing over when he suddenly grabbed her arm.
"We've been here before." He said as he pulled her up against him with a triumphant smirk as she gave in. For now.
After all... The house always wins.
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As you can tell, Jasper is alive and kicking here, for the record, this is set in a universe where Eleanor came back from Monaco and Jasper was fine and dandy, just didn't tell her about his indiscretion with the Queen ;)