Chapter 7

Author's note: Hello there! Here's chapter 7 ^^

Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Just owning my OC's.

Enjoy!

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Everything went smoothly. We were praised for our music, something I was very grateful for because everyone has been working really hard to perfect every song these past weeks. We were first afraid that we wouldn't make it because of the very short limited time it was given to us. Luckily, mister Bennington had arranged 5 more players who could switch with us so we also get the chance to enjoy ourselves a little. That is what I'm doing right now. After playing the violin for more than half an hour, I got somewhat hungrily. At the moment I was standing at the buffet, slicing some bread, when I suddenly heard Her Majesty's voice and that of someone else I didn't recognised immediately to my left. I turned my attention to the wonderful food in front of me so I could unnoticed listen to their conversation.

'Evie dear, I know you have eaten already something, but I insist that you should try this delicious blueberry jelly cake! I have taken a small piece and I couldn't hold myself to take another one.'

'Your Majesty I-' Her Majesty rose her hand to interrupt miss Evie.

'Please, call me Victoria dear.' Miss Evie nodded and continued: 'Certainly. Miss Victoria, but…you see. I just have eaten something else and I have tried a different cake just one moment ago and I'm afraid I'm at my limit for now.' Her Majesty's eyes were sparkling slightly. I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to not smile, but a tiny one escaped none the less. I never have heard Her Majesty speak to anyone in such way. As if they were best friends and shared everything together. I looked at the buffet and turned my face a little to the right so it won't be noticed.

'Oh, which one have you eaten?'

'The one with the small chocolate crisps an-'

'Ohhhh, yes that was quite a remarkable one, wasn't it? It wasn't an easy one, but it was the more worth it. Though I was wondering which one I should try momently…".

Her Majesty hasn't got much time to think about it because two gentlemen's were approaching her.

'My queen, forgive me for interrupting, but I'm afraid it is of great urgency that you should come with us.'

One of the two men was quite greasy with filthy grey hair that was combed down to his left. Although his suit looked like it was polished, his blouse just fitted him that tightly, that his stomach was slightly split in two. His face was quite rosy, which indicates that he had drunk some alcohol. And by somewhat I mean at least 4 glasses of wine or champagne. The other man was, unlikely his companion, was like every other man here. The difference was that he was one of the ministers of Her Majesty (and hadn't drunk as much as his "friend"). Although I don't know him in person, the rumours and the very few interviews he had on the streets proved him to be a honest and rational man who knew exactly why he was chosen to be a minister of Her Majesty. But, because of the words the other man said, I felt something was wrong. Not the obvious wrong that Her Majesty needed to speak with them, but the whole scene that was in front of me. The minister looked like if he needed to go to the bathroom. His face had a mixture of fear and desperation. The other man looked anything but frightened. He looked like if he could win the jackpot at any minute.

Her Majesty wasn't planning to go so easily.

'Could you please enlighten me what the urgency is Minister,' the queen asked very clever. If it was really necessary for Her Majesty to move herself to somewhere else, she wouldn't be led by just two persons who appeared out of nowhere. And at the top of that, it was as clear as it could be that Her Majesty didn't know the greasy man. Left alone recognising him. And, if Her Majesty really needed to go with them, the Minister would have explained it in just a few words.

The Minister however gave no response.

In the meantime, I noticed that between the many people that certain gentlemen's shot quick glances to our direction. They all wore black round hats on their head. Their glances were determined, as if they were planning something. I felt really uncomfortable and was now looking for any guards of Her Majesty, but they were relaxed, as if they didn't noticed the tension in the air around us. And before I knew, the man who wore a round black hat disappeared into the crowd.

'My queen, I believe it's obvious that we cannot talk about it when everyone's could overhear us. Some people took their time very suspicious long for putting some butter on their baguettes.'

I believe that the thick man was mentioning me, but he hasn't got any evidence. I smartly walked away at the right time. I glanced at Her Majesty and she gave, excuse me for my rude remarks, the fat dumb pig-like human a questioning look. I shook my head as I distanced myself a little bit further from the scene, with a plate that hold one slice of French bread with herb butter. There were 6 more people, apart from miss Evie, Her Majesty, the Minister and the weird fat man, who stood by the buffet, but on the different side from where I stood a few seconds ago. My eyes wandered the room, looking for some guards to stop the peculiar thick man, when my eyes caught someone.
It wasn't my dad, neither mister Bennington or whoever I knew.
I don't know why, but I wasn't capable of anything but staring at the handsome tall man in dark grey clothes.
He was very attractive.
He was at least as masculine as any guard here.
It was like everything else was fading to the dark, except him.
My heart was racing and stopping with each breath I took. I don't understand these feelings I have. It was like he was hypnotising me. And when he turned around in the dance he did with a beautiful lady, made me almost faint. It none other than Jacob Frye, no doubt. And I swore he noticed my staring, because he was looking at me.

Badump-dump-badump-badump-dump

My, he was looking at me! I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and it was like I was burning from the inside. Before I could see if he was still looking at me or not, I quickly made my way to the nearest guards, but realised it wasn't necessary anymore. They finally saw what was happening by Her Majesty and made their way, bringing 3 more guards with them. Sighing in relief, I gathered my bravery and watched quickly in case mister Frye is still watching me.

Badump-badump-dump-badump

HE WAS, for a moment.

His gaze went then to his sister and Her Majesty.

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Author's note: Tomorrow comes chapter 8! I had quite some trouble with writing this chapter because I had so many diffrent scenarios for this chapter, but I thought this was the best way...don't know if you were really caring about that if I would post it way later than promised, but aaaanyway. Thanks for reading! Reviews are always welcome!

Bye for now!

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