The sequel to Princess Darrel Crawley
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Elizabeth, Princess of Wales, heir apparent to the British throne. Formerly known as Lady Darrel Crawley, the youngest daughter of Lord and Lady Grantham.
Now 18-years-old, Darrel's life seems to be as norma...
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Two weeks after the Duke of Dulverton's disastrous dinner party, tensions were still high at Buckingham Palace. After a week in bed, Darrel was finally able to leave her room. However, she was still mad at Sebastian (as well as David for not stopping the argument sooner) and had gone up to Windsor Castle, claiming that she needed time to think. Sebastian tried to go with her, but she refused.
"Do you think she's going to leave me?" Sebastian inquired one afternoon, as he sat in David's office.
Much to his annoyance, his sister's absence meant that David was stuck talking to Sebastian since he was the only person to talk to apart from Their Majesties. The Duke of York had calmed down since the evening of Chadwick's party but was still irritated at Sebastian for fighting him and for driving Darrel away from London.
"Maybe," David shrugged, barely looking up from his documents.
"Thank you for the assurance," Sebastian snapped.
"What would you like me to say? You fought with Chadwick, and then you called Elizabeth stupid. Would you forgive yourself?"
"It's been two weeks!"
"And your father has not spoken to you in three years."
"That's different. How dare you compare the two."
David did not bother to reply and resumed his work. Sebastian let out an annoyed groan and went to refill his drink.
"I hope you are planning to pay me back for all the drinks you have taken from me," David warned.
"We are practically family at this point," Sebastian reminded.
"Well, since Elizabeth might be about to leave you..."
"Oh, please shut up."
"I am trying to get my work done. You have been storming into my office for the past two weeks, complaining about your life, and taking my drinks. So either let me insult you, or get out."
"Fine, goodbye," Sebastian sighed, rolling his eyes.
Sebastian took his drink with him and left the office. The Duke of York was annoyed and hoped that Darrel would forgive Sebastian soon so that he would not have to deal with the former prince any longer.
Meanwhile, Darrel walked through the gardens at Windsor Castle with the reporter, William Turner. He had arrived earlier that day, after being yelled at by his boss, Carl Jones for not writing an article about the Royal Family for two weeks. The two of them had been silent for about thirty minutes, admiring the grounds.
"Would you like me to begin the conversation, Your Highness?" William inquired.
"I would appreciate that, thank you," Darrel nodded.
