Jasper couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a good night's sleep. It might have been before they came stateside. Well it wasn't his last night in Eleanor's bed at the palace. Maybe before she'd left for Monaco. Before the Queen…

He dismissed the thought quickly. He didn't want to ruin his morning when for the first time all week the couch felt remotely comfortable. Maybe it was comfortable because it wasn't the couch. It had also occurred to him that he didn't remember wrestling Eleanor into the room last night. He didn't remember anything past buying the second round of drinks actually.

He furrowed his brows with eyes still shut, in preparation to glare at Princess I'm-a-mouth-breather-when-I-do-too-much-coco lying inches away. Opening them, he did just that. What the hell had she done?

Well, she wasn't hung over. She couldn't help but smile at the fact she got away with what felt like a good night. Hopefully, she had Jasper to thank for the way she ached in the most intimate of places. Drugging Jasper might have been the best idea she'd had in a while. Opening her eyes she turned to find him glaring at her. How long had he been awake? Before she could say anything cheeky he shoved her off the bed with his foot.

"I barely missed the night stand! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Okay. No longer happy to be aching (more like hurting now) because of him, she pulled the sheets down to cover herself with and returned his death glare once she got back up on the bed. Eleanor knew an angry man when she saw one. Seeing as it wasn't in his nature to actually hurt her, she kept her distance. By now he was sitting up against the back board as he felt around the bed for his phone, much like she had before. Only difference was, he found his.

"I don't know HOW you got your hands on whatever you drugged me with but for your sake I hope-"

"It was just a Molly or two I scored in the little girl's room. You'll get over it. Nothing happened." She rolled her eyes and got comfortable against the backboard as she watched him google to make sure they hadn't been spotted.

He checked every tabloid he could think of, even the American ones to make sure their location was still unknown. Jasper's level of irritation with her was beyond his own understanding. He wished she wouldn't say a word. Regardless of the things her mouth had done to him, or why he couldn't stop thinking about it now that he recalled the memory, he was getting angrier and angrier with her every word.

"Enlighten me, your highness. They aren't free back home and I doubt anyone just gave them away."

Bringing her left hand up to show him her lack of jewelry, Eleanor proceeded to explain herself "I traded my Hermes bangle and my mother's ring for… them."

A sense of relief washed over Jasper as he didn't find anything on them. Not a single picture or article. It took a few seconds of silence for him look up from his phone to see what had finally gotten her to shut up. Eleanor was looking at her hand, where her mother's ring had been replaced by a thin band sporting a solitaire green stone. He didn't know what her mother's ring looked like but he was pretty sure that wasn't it.

All too soon, the tables had turned. His mouth went dry as her confused gaze turned to him, this time it was her turn to demand answers. He looked down at his own left hand to see a silvery band on his ring finger as well. The color drained from Eleanor's face faster than it had the morning he blackmailed her. Back then, he had enjoyed every second of it. This time... Not so much.

"You're toying with me, right?" she practically stuttered, managing to keep her demanding tone. "Tell me this is another of your sick little games.

Jasper sat there in as much shock as she was. Really wishing he was messing with her but this time joke was on her.

-NOTES-

Sorry for keeping it short! I'm pretty sick :( I'll make Wednesday a pretty damn long one!

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