When royalty and racing collide, who will come out on top and who will be left in the dust?
Kathrine Montagne, Princess of Monaco, met Charles Leclerc, Monegasque Formula 1 driver, one fateful day. But will they be able to hold onto what is impor...
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I looked up at Charles after posting our newest JPG. He was lost in thought, staring out the window of the jet, we were on our way to São Paulo for the next race.
"Shy?" I nudged him with my foot.
"Hmmm?" He rubbed his thumb along my ankle, still looking out the window.
I pulled my feet off his lap, knelt in front of him, and took his hands in mine. "Charles."
Finally he looked at me. "Yes?"
"Talk to me."
He blew out a breath. "I finished 4th. That's not good enough. Max now has a bigger lead going into São Paulo. I can't afford to finish badly. Maybe if the start of the season hadn't been so atrocious this wouldn't be so serious, but it is serious. I didn't drive well enough."
I sat back on my heels. "You're right, you were just terrible. The penalty you got from being released at a bad time from the pitstop had nothing to do with it. Neither did the team telling you the wrong strategy on lap 60 which let Daniel past you. You're right, it was all you and how you drove even though you came back from starting 15th because of a car issue during qualifying to finish 4th. But you're right, you just didn't do well enough. It's all on you."
Charles looked at me, shocked. "Wow, why don't you tell me how you really feel."
"Doesn't what I just said sound absolutely ridiculous?" I asked. "When I point out all the things that happened outside of just your ability to drive, doesn't it sound a little silly to blame you for every single thing that went wrong?"
Charles pursed his lips. "Ok, I see what you're doing."
"Oh really? What am I doing?"
"Stop playing innocent with me." Charles pulled me up off the ground and onto his lap.
I held his shirt in my hands and looked him in the face. "Every bad finish isn't your fault. There are so many moving parts to every single race that you can't be held responsible for every single one especially the ones that aren't your fault. You know what you can do though?"
"What?"
"Accept what happened, see things that you need to not do next race, and then let it all go. You have so much you have to think about each race by itself, you don't need to drag this with you too. You had a bad race, but the next one won't be. Because you're Charles Fucking Leclerc. You're going to kick ass next race. If I was betting on the race, I'd put my money on you. You know why? Because I know for a fact that you can do it. You're one hell of a driver and don't let anything tell you otherwise."
He nuzzled against my neck. "Thanks for the pep talk, Kat. I needed that."
I kissed his head. "Of course, I'm very motivational. I even had a back-up plan if the pep talk didn't get you out of your funk."
"What was the back-up plan?" He asked, looking up at me.
"I'll save it for once we land." I winked at him.
"I think I'm going to like the back-up plan." He kissed my neck.
I smacked his shoulder lightly. "None of that, I said when we land."
