Their Royal Highnesses- British Royal Family Fanfiction

Bad news about Mum

August 31st, 1997

    Balmoral Castle, Scotland

   Alastair had been up early that day because he had a weird feeling in his stomach and felt that something was wrong with his mother. He didn't know why or how he was feeling this about his mother, but he knew that he couldn't sleep until he asked his father about his mother. He may not get along with his father right now but he cared about his mother and knew that he would know if something was wrong. His brother's were still asleep as they preferred sleeping in late than him. They said sleeping is more better and important than going outside to relax or read books early in the morning. Alastair believed that waking up early in the morning offered you time to do somethings you might not have time for later, spending time in the sun to relax gave you a more relaxed mind to get through the day, and books gave you the strength to get through the morning with a quote from a book. 

    Alastair rushed to the room where his father normally would be. The feeling in his stomach felt like a bottomless pit with a stabbing or severe pressure along with worry, pain, and weirdly almost like death to him. He was thinking about what he would tell his mother when she returned from her trip before these feeling came over him but not anymore. Alastair was a average heighted male, with his blue eyes that had lightened slightly but were still dark colored, his brown hair had became even more darker as time went on and it had grown longer, all in all he looked like any normal 15 year old boy. His brother William was taller than normal and quite lanky, his blue eyes started to look more and more like his mother's blue eyes, but his hair was still blonde except he had noticeable brown strains in it causing his parents to often wonder if he would ever get brown hair or if he would have blonde with brown strained hair forever. Harry was sort of an oddball but no one minded that because they loved him. Everyone often messed with his hair because it often got in his face but Harry refused to cut it. He also hated being 12 years old because he was still 1 year away from joining his brother's at Eton. 

   " Your Royal Highness, The Prince Of Wales would like to see you" the royal PR stated, nearly running into the boy. Alastair could see the grief, pain, and sadness that shown in the PR's eyes and that made him even more worried. Alastair wasted no more time and ran to the room where his father was. He walked into the room to see the Queen mother, the Queen, and his father, Charles. His grandmother and great grandmother had dried tears in their eyes and a look or sorrow written on their faces as they looked at him. His father had a sad look on his face but no tears or anything like that was on his face. " Alastair, we have something important to tell you" the Queen said as the PR closed the doors behind themselves as the family was now left alone together. 

    After the Queen said that, Alastair's heart was beating so loud he wondered if it would either come out of his chest or if he would have a heart attack. " This is about my mother, isn't it?" Alastair asked his family, everyone could hear the worry and pain in his voice as he said this. It broke his grandmother and great grandmother's hearts because they loved the boy and knew how close he was to his mother. His father on the other hand didn't care about what his voice showed, he only cared about the fact that his son and even his own grandmother favored his ex wife over his girlfriend. He also knew that when the public found out about her death, they would mourn and share their words of hope and grief with his sons. He hated that the public loved the women he divorced and hated that they compared his girlfriend to his ex wife because they believed that his ex wife was better than his girlfriend which he hated, because he didn't believe that. 

   " Yes, it's about your mother" his great grandmother replied but you could hear the shakiness and sorrow in her voice as new tears slide down her face. Alastair's heart was still beating extremely fast and he felt like when that statement was said that it started beating even faster and louder. " Alastair, I'm sorry but your mother was in a terrible car crash" his grandmother replied. " She was rushed to the hospital but she didn't survive" his great grandmother's voice, slightly wobbly and shakiness was still heard but she was trying. " She was being chased by the press, I bet" Alastair responded, his voice void of any emotion. His heart had a piece broken off and was now missing as if it no longer existed, he felt that his heart was never going to be complete again. " Yes, she was. Did you listen in?" his father asked him, anger in his voice. " What?! NO! I had a sharp pain and a feeling that something was wrong with mum, and just felt that it had something to do with the press" Alastair claimed, completely outraged that his father would accuse him of listening in on their conversation. Alastair was angry and not just at the press but at his father because he didn't even sound or look sad that his former wife and mother to his three children had died. 

   Alastair could no longer stay in the room, suffocated by his great grandmother and grandmother's grief and sorrow for him, his father's lack of emotion in this terrible situation, and the fact that his mother was no longer alive and on this earth. He knew that his mother wouldn't be alive forever but he didn't expect her to die by being chased by the press. His heart would never be complete again, His heart wouldn't completely heal, and he would never get to feel his heart beat quickly whenever he knew his mother was coming to see him. His feeling of hatred grew bigger as another thing was added, he hated the press, Camilla, and his father.