Chapter 7
A/N: A nonconsensual sexual act is implied in the second scene of this chapter. Please skip this scene if that can be triggering to you.
Emma sits on her bed in her bedroom sorting out a dish of red, white, and blue condoms onto a picture frame. She places the condoms on the frame to make a union jack flag on the frame. She thinks it's ironic and she's planning on placing it next to the official palace portrait of herself that hangs on the wall across from the foot of her bed. She turns when she hears knocking on her door. Her two idiot cousins peek their heads in and she has to refrain from rolling her eyes at them.
"Oh, look who it is. Slag One and Slag Two." She says to them. "Get in here, you daft bitches." She says while forcing herself to smile. She really hopes they leave soon. She is not sure how much longer she can pretend to tolerate them.
Anastasia and Drisella walk over to her bed as she stands up. They empty the content of their bags onto the bed. Various tubes of lipsticks, small baggies, and pill packages fall onto the bed. Emma begins to refile through what her cousins have brought her.
"I will take…this and this… I will leave you with this, okay?" She tells them as she hands Drisella back her birth control. She does not need spawn of her daft cousin popping about. "God forbid we get any more of the likes of you." She begins to examine the bags she took as her cousin's talk to her.
"Oh, yeah, Drisella doesn't actually get high. She says it makes her queasy. Erm... Sher is also a virgin." Anastasia informs her like it is the most important news of the day.
"Just a vaggy virgin. Not a blowy or a handy." Drisella pipes in while giving her sister a dirty look.
Emma turns to face them. "Now I'm queasy. Well, you're getting high tonight. Both of you." She informs them. If she had to tolerate them any longer, she was going to be high or drunk while doing it. "Just not here."
She turns, grabs her bong, and walks out of her bedroom. Her two cousins look at each other before following behind her. She leads them to the throne room and plops down on one of the thrones. Drisella and Anastasia sit in chairs next to her. She put the weed in the bong before taking her lighter and lighting the end of it. She takes a long drags before moving her head up to blow the smoke towards the ceiling. She turns and holds the bong in front of Drisella who timidly inhales before coughing.
Emma throws her head back and laughs. "Yes!" She shouts between spurts of laughter. "Maybe… you'll be better at shagging." Drisella begins to cough again. "Although, I doubt it," Emma adds under her breath.
"I can't believe August is gone," Anastasia says while staring off into space. Emma could tell that her cousin was already gone or maybe this is just her normal self. She is starting to feel the effects of the weed so she didn't trust her judgments of her cousins at the moment. She is just happy they were tolerable for the moment. "He would've been a stellar king, yeah?" Anastasia asks.
"If there's even going to be another King." Drisella bemoans. "Can you imagine it? Not being a princess? I'm just not qualified to do anything else."
"I think I can do all kinds of things," Anastasia adds. "Like erm.. serve tea the Ritz. Yeah, you know, like, 'Would you like another pot of tea, ladies? With some finger cakes?'"
"Food. I'm starving." Emma says as she stands up from her chair. The weed was making her hungry and she secretly hoped that her cousins would not follow her into the kitchen and she could finally have a moment of peace. She turns and starts walking out of the room.
"I can't feel my legs." Emma hears Drisella say from behind her. "I need assistance. Em?"
Emma just keeps on walking. Thankfully, her dumb cousins are too high to follow her to the kitchen.
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James stands in his suite as he pours himself a drink from a tumbler on the table. There is a knocking on the door.
"Come in," James calls out not looking up from the task at hand. The door shuts and he hears footsteps behind him.
"His Royal Highness asked for me?" A female voice calls out behind him.
"Yes. Regrettably, there have been complaints about your efforts. Enthusiasm of service, that sort of thing." He tells her as her places the top on the tumbler of scotch.
"I can assure you this is the first I'm hearing of it." She says softly almost pleading to him. "I'll do better. I can't be on benefits."
"Of course." He says while he turns around. He smiles when he sees the maid wearing the same uniform and stockings that intrigued him at dinner earlier. "You seem terribly nervous. Am I that intimidating?"
"It's just… Well, I've heard things." She replies in a quiet voice.
"Oh?" He asks her intrigued. He takes a few steps towards her. "What sort of things?" He hands her his glass before moving to stand behind her.
"That… some of the women have had to do things to keep their jobs. With you." She replies while swallowing hard.
James leans in to speak into her ear. "You've heard that they had to have sex with me." He pauses for emphasis. "Well, I can assure you that's not the case. Nor was it my intention when I asked you here." He looks down and begins to take in the back side of the servant in front of him. He moves so he is standing behind her other shoulder. "So, please, relax." He says as he places a light touch under her chin.
He takes the glass from her hands and steps in front of her. "I'm simply looking for a token display of dedication." He walks towards the fireplace in the back of this room in his suite before turning to face her. "In a service capacity," he adds. "Besides, even the President of the United States said it wasn't sex." He smiles before sitting down in a chair facing her.
He leans back in the chair and unzips the zipper of his pants. He looks back up at her before saying, "And remember, enthusiasm counts."
The girl sniffles before walking forward towards James and kneeling down to her knees. James leans back and smiles.
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After leaving the throne room. Emma wanders to the kitchen and meanders through the fridge hoping to find something to sate her appetite. She is in luck; she finds a pie which looks heavenly. She grabs a fork from a drawer and sits down at a small table. She digs in immediately not bothering to cut a slice from the pie and put it on a plate. With her appetite, she could probably finish this pie in one sitting.
She looks up to see her father sneaking into the kitchen through the servants' door. She smiles. She knows about his late night walks but she is still going to give him grief about it.
"Is that the King of England skulking about?" She asks him a smile spreading across her face. She watches as he crosses the room and shrugs at her comment. "Fancy some? This was reserved for the Prime Minister but that fat bastard does not need any more pie."
Her father crosses the room and grabs a plate before moving to stand before her. "I could always decide to sell pies." She tells him. "If you decide to disband the monarchy. Which I am all for, by the way."
"Something tells me your opinion in the minority." He tells her as he moves to cut a piece of the pie his daughter is currently shoving into her face.
"And when has that mattered?" She asks him as he sits down next to her. "You trust your instincts. You follow your heart. That's what makes you great. A great King." She takes another bite of pie before she looks up at him and smiles. "And a kind of okay father."
He smiles back at his daughter. "How are you, Ems?"
She looks down at the pie not quite sure how to answer her father's question. "Umm… I'm sad. But I'm baked out of my mind. So right now I'm well."
There is a pause before he replies to her. "They worry about you. Your mother. Graham."
"Not you?" She asks him with a smirk.
"Not so much." He replies with a smile.
"Oh, thanks a lot!" She says to him while laughing.
He takes a deep breath, stands, and places his plate on the table. "Go to bed. Do better tomorrow." He picks up the knife he cut the pie with and jokingly points it at her. "I'm the King. You have to do as I say." He places the knife down and turns and walks away from her.
Emma stares after her dad. She wishes she could do better for him but at this, she is not sure if she can anymore. "Dad?" She calls out to him. He turns to face her. She takes a deep breath before asking, "Do I disappoint you?"
He smiles at her. "Those qualities you say make me great, I see them in you every day. Don't medicate all that wonder. Your brother loved you with all his heart. So do I."
She looks up at him behind the tears welling in her eyes and responds, "Yeah."
A/N: Thank you all for staying with me. I promise you will be introduced to Killian soon! Trust me he is my favorite to write! I just don't as much time as I used to so it's been hard to find time to update this fic. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading this fic.
James who is based on Cyrus in the show and he is not a nice person. So I am sorry for that scene and how I wrote it if that offended anyone. I based the scene off of one in the show.
P.S Who do you think the maid is with James?
