The British Princess

Part 25

I definitely didn't think the outfit through for this one.

But I guess it wasn't my fault because when I got dressed this morning I hadn't considered having to ride on a motorbike. Maybe if I had known I wouldn't be sitting behind Hunter with my dress tucked under me, I would have put on something more suitable. I probably looked a bit stupid but at least I wasn't flashing anyone.

Hunter took me around the streets, trying to avoid as many people as possible, because if reporters or guards caught me on the back of a bike I would be hauled back to the palace.

He parked his bike in the first quiet area we found, a field that seemed a little overgrown, so we could talk. Hunter wouldn't have been able to hear me over the sound of the engine and passing traffic while we drove around.

Hunter removed his helmet, running a hand through his hair to fix it as he turned to me with a grin.
"You alright back there princess?"

"I loved it."

Hunter grins, helping me off after he gets off the bike himself, "I'm glad."

"I can't believe I just rode on a motorbike. In a dress. And no one stopped me."

He smiles, "Let's not jinx it. Well see how long it takes the palace to realize you're gone."

I laugh, "My brother will flip. He'll yell at me for being irresponsible I bet. For not letting any guards know and running off with you."

"Were aren't running off, we're going on an adventure. A little fun wouldn't hurt your brother every once in a while." Hunter says and takes my helmet off my hands.

"Try telling him that." I say and glance around at the people walking around, not far from us, "I hope no one recognises me."

"Doesn't the princess of England want to be recognised? Shocking."

"I'm serious. I'm in the middle of a selection remember." I tell Hunter as he nods and puts away the helmets.

"Oh I seem to have forgotten."

"Imagine the press if I was spotted on an unplanned outing with you." I say, just imagining the trouble I'd be in. Leaving the palace. Not telling anyone. With one boy. On a motorbike.

He raises an eyebrow at me, "Am I that repulsive?"

"No, no. But the journalists are certainly good at spreading rumours. You never know what they might say."

"Oh well what can you do." He says with a shrug, "Ok, I'm saying we have two options. Walk up to one of the places around here and get food. Or the second option is sit around here somewhere and chat for a bit. What do you think? Or we could do both?"

"Food and then chat?" I suggest.

He nods and wraps an arm over my shoulder casually, "Sounds perfect to me. Any preference of food?"

"I'm down for anything."

"How about the first shop we find with lunch food we'll buy from." He suggests and I nod.

"Sounds good. But oh, I don't have any money on me." I say, remembering I didn't bring anything along with me. I was so unprepared.

"Damn I guess you won't be eating then." He says with a smirk.

I nudge him in the side, "Evans I'm serious. I don't have any cash or anything."

Hunter clicks his fingers, "You're in luck. I'm feeling generous and will kindly pay for your meal as well as my own."

"Well thanks for not letting me starve. How kind of you." I say sarcastically with an eye roll and Hunter grins.

"I am very kind aren't I?"