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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The next day, the five friends gathered in the library since it was pouring rain in London, so David and JF could not play archery or go out drinking.
"So, what do the two of you have planned for your wedding?" Camila inquired.
"Nothing," Sebastian shrugged.
"Nothing? The two of you have been engaged for the past three years. The Princess of Wales and the well, former Prince of Spain. I would think that this would be the wedding of the century."
"Many things have been happening," David informed. "But once they calmed down, I am sure that the wedding planning will be in full swing."
"The Crawleys won't be at my wedding," Darrel said sadly.
Sebastian went to sit next to his fiancée and wrapped an arm around her.
"We don't know that darling," Sebastian assured. "The wedding is still months away; I am sure Robert will come around by then."
"I doubt that," Darrel sighed.
"Do not give up hope," JF advised. "Sometimes people surprise you."
Darrel was about to respond as the door opened, and Wilson stepped in, sinking into a bow.
"Your Highness," Wilson greeted. "The Duke of Dulverton is here to speak with you."
"Have the guards show him out," David ordered.
"He claims it is important, and he promises that it will be a quick and civil conversation."
"I highly doubt that," JF muttered.
"Very well," David sighed, knowing that Chadwick would continue to show up until he spoke to them. "Show him in, but have guards stationed by the door."
"Yes, Your Highness," Wilson bowed and backed out.
JF took a large swig from his flask and got to his feet. He was not in the mood for another confrontation after what happened with Robert the previous day.
"I cannot believe he would dare to show up here," Sebastian protested.
"You are not punching him," David commanded. "He came here because he knows we cannot have an altercation at the Palace, since it could be leaked to the press. So stay quiet, and let me do the talking."
"Fine."
Sebastian took his flask out of his suit pocket and went to stand off to the side, not trusting himself around Chadwick.
The door opened and Perseus Chadwick entered the room. He sunk into a bow.
