Chapter 2: #FML

Eleanor's favorite blackmailer had whispered something in her ear just before she left the bed. The thought played over and over in her mind as she enjoyed her morning shower. When she emerged from the bathroom, she wore a smirk that broadcasted the possibility of having a comeback to such a dirty idea.

"How abouuuuut-" she started but soon confusion took over her expression as she found Jasper sitting on the bed next to half a dozen packed bags. Her bags.

"What's going on?" she asked, removing the towel from her hair, not sure if she should hold her position or sit.

"You need to get dressed."

He wasn't playing blackmailer, Jasper was playing her bodyguard. For once, it had nothing to do with something he wanted out of her, but with her actual safety.

"Please tell me-"

In what seemed like two long strides Jasper made it from the bed to standing just inches from her. The princess had yet to see him in action when it came to doing his job. She knew of his need to be in control, how far he would go to get what he wanted, but she had yet to meet the side of him that didn't care to ask her to do something twice. He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. He then repeated himself, slower this time, to make sure she understood he wasn't in the mood for questions.

"We need to be out of here in 20 minutes. Get dressed."

No titles, no 'please', and no more questions from the princess. For once she did as she was told in exchange for nothing and she dressed quickly. After zipping up her dress, she turned to him, her lips already parted to demand answers but he was already holding the door open for her. What had happened? The gears in her head would turn but come up with no reason for this behavior. Following him down the hall and to the tunnels she meant to inquire about the bags but knew it would get her nowhere.

As they reached what she supposed was their destination, he opened the car door and waited for her to get in before he joined her. Never had she left the Palace in such a hurry. Her hair was still damp and she couldn't tell if she was shaking due to the weather or her nerves getting the best of her.

"I ORDER YOU to talk to me! What in bloody hell is going on?"

His answer left her wishing he hadn't said a thing.

"The King of England was found at the palace gates, he was stabbed."

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