Chapter 8
David walks into the bedroom after leaving Emma in the kitchen. He finds his wife fast asleep while sitting up against pillows on their bed. He plops down onto the bed with a sigh and begins to take off his tie.
"Let me recap my week for you." He hears his wife say from behind him. He swallows loudly. "My daughter's vagina was on the cover of no less than four tabloids. My firstborn child was killed. My husband announced he wants to abolish the only life I've ever known. And his footman nearly saw my snatch."
"I miss him. With every breath. And what tears me is the knowledge that he could have been anything in the world." He sighs. "I will not lose another son or daughter to this."
"They're my children, too. They're no worse than any other kids their age."
"Your daughter was 'rolling balls' in the state dining room. Now she's stoned and eating the Prime Minister's pie." He turns to face his wife. He wants to look her in the eyes when he says this, "I am not sure that ending this will heal any of us but staying the same will destroy us. "
She leans towards before replying, "The English Crown has been protected and defended for thousands of years. From clans with sticks to World Wars, legions of lives lost…"
"But not this one." He interjects. He pauses for a moment and turns to look at her. "Not our son."
"You are the King of England, goddamnit. Act like it."
"That's exactly what I intend to do." He says forcefully before getting up and walking out of the room.
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Mary Margaret walks into the throne room the next morning to finds James' god awful offspring passed out on the throne. She was not in the mood for this this morning. It was a long night and she did not want to deal with these two idiots this morning. She turns around to find Zelena. She can deal with those brats.
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Emma and Graham watch as their cousins awkwardly walk down the steps into the two Range Rovers waiting for them. They are painfully hung over from the night before and the luggage and dogs are not helping with that fact.
"Okay, so we'll be off now. I guess our father's not…." Drizella starts before a barking dog cuts her off.
They both awkwardly curtsey towards Graham and Emma before stumbling into the car.
"Shut up! If this were Asia we could eat you with mushy peas." Drizella shouts at the dog from the window of the car.
"For dear God do not slam the bloody door!" Anastasia shouts when one of the servants closes the boot of the rover.
"Stop shouting!" Drizella shouts at her sister.
"I'll shout if I bloody want to!"
"Your breath smells like a fart."
The entire ordeal was a shit show and it took everything for Emma not to start laughing at her idiot cousins. When the rovers finally pull away, she rolls her eyes and follows Graham back into the palace.
