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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That evening, Darrel lay in bed, attempting to fall asleep. She had not slept well in quite a while. Between coming up with a plan to get Their Majesties to stop blackmailing Chadwick and worrying about Sebastian, she had a lot on her mind.
At first, she thought that it was in her imagination, but eventually, Darrel realized she heard something. There was a sound coming from her sitting room: it was the sound of footsteps, pacing footsteps. The princess got out of bed and put on her dressing gown, then headed to the door that lead to her sitting room. In case it was an intruder, she opened the door gingerly, then threw it open when she realized it was Sebastian.
Upon hearing the door open, Sebastian turned around to see his fiancée. While she was in her dressing gown, he still wore his evening suit. Unlike Darrel, he did not even attempt to sleep; there was too much on his mind.
"Sebastian, what are you doing in here so late?" Darrel inquired. "Are you all right?"
"Physically, I am fine. Mentally, I am not so sure," Sebastian replied.
"Well, why don't you sit down? I find that talking about your problem with someone else is a good way to solve it."
Sebastian nodded and sat down on the couch. Darrel stepped away from the doorway and sat in the armchair across from him. She could tell how anxious her fiancé was, and it frightened her.
"Sebastian, what's wrong?" Darrel asked.
"Since you told us about Chadwick, my mind would not stop thinking," Sebastian informed. "After hearing about Their Majesties' blackmailing scheme, it is clear what they think of me."
"Sebastian..."
"Please, let me speak, Darrel. I know you want to help, but if I do not get this out now, I do not know if I ever well."
"Of course, I am sorry. Please, go ahead."
Darrel laced her fingers together and bit her bottom lip to keep herself from saying anything else. Sebastian gave her a grateful smile and then took a deep breath before he continued.
"It is clear what they think of me," Sebastian continued. "They do not think that I am worthy of becoming your husband. I do not know if it is due to my abdication or my drinking habits. But I know they do not like me. They would prefer you to marry Chadwick; a man they were prepared to blackmail into marrying you than to have us together."
As he vocalized his thoughts, Sebastian felt more pain than he expected, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Keeping her promise not to say anything, Darrel got to her feet and went to sit next to him. She held out her hand, and he placed his hand in hers.
"Their Majesties do not want me in this family," Sebastian announced. "I know that. Maybe they would allow us to marry, but I will always know they do not want me. I cannot forget what they did. Perhaps they would put up with me for your sake, but I know I am not welcome here. So, it made my decision easier."
