Hi! Sorry for the break there- I've been going thru a bit of a hard time but I'm doing much better now :) Thanks to those who reached out asking for the next chapter, it inspired me to get back on doing what I love to do! Here's a little something I put together for the time being while I continue the story. Thanks again for the support, love you all.

Eleanor gazes through the kitchen window watching Jasper run in circles on the yard with their daughter on his back. They're both cracking up and she can hear her yelling "Faster daddy, faster!"

The three year old clings on for dear life giggling incessantly. Eventually he falls onto the grass as she climbs all over him like a jungle gym.

"He makes a wonderful father, Mrs. Frost," their maid says beside her.

"So right you are, Stacey." She continues to watch on with the hint of a smile on her face. "But don't tell Jasper that, it'll go straight to his head."

"Do you think she'll end up like you?"

"How do you mean?"

"The drugs, the booze, the men.."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Well surely you can take the Princess out of the palace, strip her of her titles.." Stacey throws the dishrag down looking Eleanor up and down. "But you can't take the palace out of the Princess."

Before she has the chance to chew the mouthy maid out, an overwhelming thumping sensation in her stomach topples her over. It's hard to catch her breath.

"Len? Len?"

Her eyes bolt open, unprepared to be faced with Jasper inches away staring back at her. It feels as though her entire body is lightly buzzing and covered in droplets of sweat. Her hair is even damp to the touch. Her chest rises and falls quickly to the tune of her breathing. The baby aggressively kicks a few more times causing her to wince her eyes.

"You were just having a nightmare," he comforts tracing his fingers along her hairline. She's too traumatized to give a response. It wasn't just a nightmare. It could damn well be reality in just a couple of years.

All of it.

It had been a couple weeks since Jasper filled Eleanor in on Willow's plan. She would continue to keep a close eye on the King behind closed doors as he and Henry would on the outside.

Today Willow would be taking Robert on a trip to Greece as it was their 6 month anniversary. The bodyguards would stay behind, per her request, giving them the perfect opportunity. They would fully wire the King's lounge recording any and all conversations.

Willow would plan an argument with her husband upon their return in the lounge. It was uncertain what the subject would be, or what information she would push from him, but she guaranteed she knew what she was doing. And the bodyguards' only option was to trust her on this. From there, she would follow through with exposing him and call for another referendum. If the monarchy somehow still remained afloat, at least they were guaranteed that Robert would be thrown in prison for murdering King Simon.

Eleanor didn't exactly understand why the girl didn't just expose him during the wedding and save all of this trouble.. but then again, she too now saw that Liam was in no shape to rule. And she.. well, she was extremely pregnant. Running a nation was the last thing she'd want to do after having the baby.

Eleanor takes in a spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream. She stares down at her freshly painted toenails scrunching her toes together. The closer she was to giving birth the more time she was ordered to spend in bed. There was only so many things she could think of to do while being in this handicapped state, and she was really fucking bored.

After placing the carton of ice cream on to the side table, she flings her legs to the side draping over the bed. She decides to go have a conversation with Liam. Since her husband was busy working on this 'plan' it only left her with her twin to entertain her.

She twists her finger through her hair exiting the room.

"Holy shit, you scared me!" Eleanor shrieks placing her hand over her heart. Henry had been standing on the other side of the door out of sight. "And why exactly are you here trying to give me cardiac arrest instead of doing your 007 bullshit with Jasper?"

"I came to check on you," he responds with a warm smile.

"Right," she says before looking around the halls behind him. There's an overwhelming sense of uneasiness that washes over her but she tries to not show it. "Well, here I am," she says with a forced chuckle. "Now run along."

Eleanor begins to walk in the other direction grimacing as she feels him wrap his hand around her wrist. She turns in thorough confusion looking him up and down a few times.

"If you ever need me Princess. In any type of way. I'm always just a call away." This time, there's a haunting glow in his eyes. It was the look that Jasper used to give her when he had total control of her due to the blackmail. It causes goosebumps to rise all along her skin.

"Yes, Henry, thank you."

He must sense the combativeness in her tone as he says, "There's no need to be upset with me. I'm just saying. If Jasper isn't there for you.. in any way.. you know where to find me."

Eleanor is so thrown off guard she doesn't have time to process the fact that he had just leaned forward softly kissing her cheek. She quickly withdraws her arm from his grasp giving him a disgusted look before making a bolt to Liam's room.

"There's just something I don't trust about him Liam." She watches her brother chuck a ball up and down on his back on his bed. "'If Jasper isn't there for me in any way?!'"

"Well, perhaps some men lose sexual interest in their partners while pregnant." The ball free falls from his last throw hitting him in the face. He had lost his coordination in the realization of the comment he just made. ".. But not Jasper of course," he quickly says avoiding eye contact with her.

Eleanor straightens in her seat folding her arms. "Do you want to know how many times we had sex yesterday? And how long he went down-"

"No," he firmly replies sitting upright. "I was only saying. Henry seems to be a good guy, I wouldn't look too much into it. Harmless flirtation. It's not like you haven't done the same to him."

She sits back in her seat relaxing her arms. "I suppose your right. I must be so bloody bored I'm creating drama myself."

"Tell me about it," he replies tossing the bouncy ball at the wall.

"I wanted to ask you something though."

"Shoot."

"What.. what would you have named your baby? Say, if she was a girl?" she asks delicately, well aware that this was an extremely sensitive topic. There's a grueling 15 second pause as she watches the Prince in deep thought.

"Haven't really thought about it- or haven't wanted to I suppose."

"I'm sorry, it was a silly question," she backpedals feeling her face flush.

"It's okay Len. I'm ready to talk about these things now. Therapy has been really helpful."

"I'm so glad to hear that," she says in relief simultaneously taking a deep breath.

Liam turns his body toward her with the ball in between his hands. His head is low and he's looking down at his knees.

"Well I was thinking-" Eleanor takes a pause unsure if she should continue her sentence. But she had to trust her brother in that he was on the mend from the horrible tragedy. "Well, Jasper and I were thinking.. what if we were to name her Kathryn?"

Liam doesn't raise his head making her stomach drop. He remains silent. Shit.

"I'm sorry Liam. It was just a thought, a stupid one at that-"

"Lenny that'd be the most meaningful thing anyone has ever done for me," he says looking up to her. A few tears had already streamed down his cheeks and a tiny smile had appeared. "Do you really mean that?"

"Yes- yes of course."

Liam stands to his feet wrapping his arms around her shoulders giving her a tight squeeze. "Lenny, you and Jasper have healed a part of my heart. Thank you for that."

"Of course." Eleanor can't hold back tears herself as she holds her twin in silence for a few minutes.