Part one: Escape of England
Part two: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Book two will cover the rest of the series.
With an uprising in London and a revolution erupting, the Windsor's send those born 2000 and under away. But what happens if they all...
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CATHERINE APPROACHED THE BED OF HER SICK SON, she smiled to her son. "How are you my dear?" She asked him.
"I am fine, what happened Mama?" George asked. "I'll tell you later." Catherine said as she rubbed her sons hand for a minute before walking away from the bed, to the window.
The door opened and in slipped Kathleen. She was wearing a navy blue shirt with a white hoodie which read "4TUNE". Her trousers grey and they were high rise cargo. Her trainers were white and blue with the star and some lines being blue. She had black sunglasses resting on her hair. She was wearing a white necklace with the main pedant being grey like a ball with a ring and the cross on. Her bracelet that was visible as one sleeve was pulled up was white and grey which matched the outfit and shaped as stars.
Her blond hair which was long was styled in two ponytails with ninja star accessories in the curly mess. Her eyes were sharp like her features are and no matter if she likes you or not it's like her eyes pierce through you and you do not exist to her. Her eyes were described as color changing, sometimes they'd seem lilac which they were now. But they were mixed up with ultramarine blue with Vantablack and seaweed green.
Her build was lanky but skinny as well. "Kate, did you call for me? What has happened?" Kitty asked worriedly. She slipped inside and shut the door behind her.
Kate looked at her. "This is horrible news. There is a riot and revolt in Wessex. The military broke its oath and joined the crowd." She explained, George got intrigued and he sat up.
Kathleen walked slowly over to Kate. "It is not news. I told you about it." Kathleen shrugged. Kate was shocked at this. "When did you tell me?" She asked.
"I told you the day before yesterday. What, did you not hear me at all?" She asked. She was standing in front of Kate but Kate began walking around.
"It is possible, all of you are ill! My head is going round. And my baby is coming. Earl of Wessex sent a message for us to leave as soon as possible." She said as she continued pacing around.
"To where Mama?" Nosy George asked. "To where? I don't know. To Balmoral possibly." Catherine decided on the spot. George stood up in his bed. "Balmoral! Splendid!" Catherine stared at him, and then put her strict face on. "Sit down." She yelled. He did so.
"In my opinion, Kate, this is very good advice. If the crowd comes here, it will be bad for us." Kitty said smartly.
"What are you trying to say?" Kate asked. "I am trying to say, Kate, is that we need to pack our suitcases and get papa so we can go to balmoral. We will be safe there." Kitty said gently. "Father had the army where he is currently."
George was watching this conversation when Kate turned around. "What kind of expression is that?" Kate demanded.
"I think he was just listening so he knows what we were doing Kate." Kitty said. "But all of you are sick!" Kate said.
Kitty looked at Kate. "Personally I am healthy." Kitty calmly stated. "Your ear hurts!" Kate said defensively. "It is nothing. We can wrap up warm and head to the train station to Scotland. Right?" Kitty looked at little George. "Right." George agreed as he sat up.
"We'll get wrapped up and go to Papa. He will protect us." George said. Kate made a gesture and George laid back down.
Kitty took Kate's arm. "Catherine, we have to go. You must understand this." Kitty said.
"Yes, you don't have a lack of personality. Who do you remind me of?" Kate noticed.
"Many say I am like my relative, Tatiana Nikolaevna who was quite like her great grandmother Queen Victoria. I am also quite like my aunt, Princess Anne the Princess Royal. And like my Mother, a little bit." Kitty said, she kissed Kate on the cheek and walked away.
"I am going to give out an order to pack and send a message to Papa," Kitty started. Kate stared to her with George sitting up to do the same. "Under your name of course. May I?" She asked.
"You will show it to me." Kate said. Kitty nodded. "Of course." She said as she opened the door and slipped out. Slowly shutting the door behind her as Kate turned to her sick son.
She pointed and George went back into bed. She walked over as George hid his face more and more into the covers. He was smiling like a fool and tried to calm down when he was brought into an embrace full of warmth and tightness.
Of mother and son.
Of love and kindness. And forever together in the world.
