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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Despite racing out of the throne room, Sebastian took his time walking to his father's room. He looked around the palace, taking everything in. He could hardly believe that he was back in his childhood home, and it was hard to believe that at one point he was the one who would inherit the palace. As he walked through the hallways, though everything seemed familiar to him, he felt as if was an intruder. Sebastian had many memories of the palace, and he had flashbacks the entire time he walked through the hallways. He remembered the spots where JF would hide to try to scar him, the bookshelves where they would hide bottles of alcohol, and the balcony where he proposed to Camila Alonso. Sebastian wanted to walk through the whole palace, but he could sense the guards' eyes on him, and he knew they would report back to his mother if he did not proceed to see Manuel.
Sebastian entered His Majesty's room to find his father sitting in bed, who immediately turned towards the door upon his son entering. Two guards stood by the door, and a nurse was sitting in an armchair, but she stood as Sebastian entered.
"Su Majestad," Sebastian bowed. ((Your Majesty))
"Sebastian," Manuel nodded. "Let us keep this conversation in English; I do not need all the servants talking about us."
"Yes, sir."
"Take a seat."
Sebastian dragged a spare chair that had been pushed to a corner and placed it next to the bed. He took a seat, feeling nervous since he was unsure what to expect from this conversation.
"What are you doing here?" Manuel inquired.
"When JF got the letter from Her Majesty saying you were ill, I insisted on coming with them," Sebastian informed. "I wanted to have a chance to see you one...again...sir."
"Is that so? I thought in our last conversation you told me that you were glad that I banned you from Spain and that you never wanted to see any of us again."
"I admit that our conversation was heated the last time we spoke, sir. And for that, I apologize."
Manuel nodded, although he eyed his son suspiciously.
"And you expect me to believe that you risked getting arrested to see me?" Manuel demanded.
"I suppose you might not have a reason to believe me, sir. Although, I assure you that I am telling the truth. Once I heard that you were ill, I knew that I wanted to come to see you, no matter the risks," Sebastian assured.
"You were prepared to throw away your life in England? With that Earl's daughter?"
Sebastian sighed, "Darrel is not the daughter of an earl, sir. She's the future Queen of England. And I admit that I was concerned about leaving her. However, she told me that I should come to see you if that was what I wanted."
