Ok so here is chapter 3, hope you enjoy :-) No Copyright Intended! Thanks again for the reviews it means a lot!
Chapter 3
Eleanor's Point of View
I woke up with a killer headache, and no idea where I was. At first I thought I got drunk and passed out at a friends, and then I remembered. I was grabbed from behind when I was trying to sneak out of the Palace to see my dad. I jumped up, but I will still dizzy so I swayed a little and had to sit back down. It was then he appeared.
"Ah your awake, good." He smiled.
He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. It was almost like I had met him before but was to drunk then to remember his name or anything else about him.
"Who are you?" I questioned as I rubbed my temples and tried to adjust to the light.
"Did you drug me?" I added.
The man didn't reply but he did pass me a cup of tea. I took it hesitantly from him but didn't drink from it.
"You expect me to drink this? For all I know you poisoned it!" I cried.
He simply laughed in response and sat down opposite me. A silence fell as he watched me, making me more and more uncomfortable as he did.
"You look like your mother." He commented after a while.
"Who are you?" I asked again, ignoring his previous comment.
Again he didn't reply which pissed me off more.
"Hey!" I yelled as he got to his feet.
I threw the cup of tea to the floor and jumped to my feet. The cup smashed dramatically and spilled tea everywhere, causing the man to look at me. As he watched me it was, as if trying to figure out what to do next. I took the opportunity to run, or at least attempt I didn't get far as I heard him chase after me. Seconds later his strong arm was around my waist and I was pulled back. I tried desperately to get free but it was no use, he was too strong.
"Eleanor stop!" He hissed as I continued to struggle.
"Who are you?" I yelled in frustration as he tossed me back onto the bed I had woken on.
"I'm your father." He stated.
Helena's Point of View
It had been hours since my husband was stabbed and since my daughter had gone missing. There was no leads on either case and our Head of Security was beginning to think it was the same person. Something that worried me more than thinking Eleanor was partying somewhere. I was sitting at Simon's desk desperately calling Eleanor over and over again when Liam approached.
"Did you hear anything?" I questioned.
He shook his head and passed me a drink. I took it from him and gulped it down in one go.
"I'm sure she is fine. She is like dad, resilient." Liam tried to assure me.
However his concern was as obvious as my own. He sat down opposite me and we waited. Waited for any news we could get.
After an hour or so Ted came to us.
"We managed to make the video clearer. Do any of you recognise this man?" He asked, passing us his phone with the footage.
As we watched the footage my heart felt like it stopped. I did recognise the man in the shot even from a side profile I knew, but I couldn't believe he was responsible for any of this. However it was right in front of me. It was clear he was the one who grabbed my daughter and the one who still had her now.
"No I don't." Liam sighed as the clip came to an end.
"Your Majesty?" Ted pressed.
I came back to reality and shook my head.
"No I don't sorry Ted." I lied.
He nodded in understanding, gave us an apologetic smile before leaving. I knew it was only matter of time before he worked things out so I had no time to waste.
"I'm going to make a few calls. Sitting here doing nothing is making me feel worse." I told Liam as I got up and walked off.
As soon as I was out of his earshot I pulled out my phone and dialled Alistair's number.
Eleanor's Point of View
"My father? Are you crazy? My father is the King of England you Looney!" I spat.
The man shook his head in response.
"That is a lie, your whole life has been a lie." He argued.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I jumped back up and tried once again to get to the door. The man who claimed to be my father grabbed me by the wrists and held me back.
"You're hurting me!" I cried.
"Stop trying to leave and I will let you go." He tried to reason.
"You kidnapped me, trying to leave is a natural reaction." I complained.
When I realised he was serious I had no option but to agree.
"Fine I will stop." I huffed.
He nodded in response and let go of my wrists. Rubbing my sore wrists I sat back down on the bed.
"Well go on, explain." I sighed.
"Ok, my name is Alistair Lacey and until yesterday I had no idea I was your father." He began…
Until next time ;-)