How a Royal fell in love with a Commoner

Chapter Fifteen

“Thank you so much Beatrix. “ Sarah said as they walked to the car. The chauffeur opened the back door and Bearix slided in then Sarah joined her. Sarah flicked through her iPhone for a missed call from Lucas. There was none. Well he must still be in the exam, no he cant be. “ Have you heard from Lucas, Beatrix?”

“ Yes I spoke to him after his exam.” Beatrix looked uneasy. She was shaking. “ Beatrix what is wrong?” Beatrix was not showing any emotion, she held her hands in place and looked straight forward into the drivers seats head rest. Before long Sarah could see a tears roll down from Beatrix’s eye. Sarah held her hand but Beatrix pushed it away.

“ Beatrix what is the matter!?” Sarah said in a way that Beatrix had no chocie to tell her.

“You must leave Holland. They…” Beatrix knew that she had made a mistake. “ I want you gone. Lucas is not going to marry you. I will not allow it, I am sorry Sarah. I am not going to stand behind you and support this. Your engagement has been broken off. You are not to see him again.” Beatrix said without looking at Sarah. When she did Sarah’s face was a mixture of Anger, Hurt and Upset.

“ Why?” Sarah asked simply. She held back her tears and was filled with anger. Its amazing how emotions can change in a matter of seconds.Beatrix didn’t even have the honer to look at her. “ Why Beatrix?”

“Because its not right.” Beatrix shouted turning to face Sarah. “ You are a Princess. You will be Queen one day, and what? Expect some commoner to sit on the throne next to you? It is not the done thing. Not in Europe.” Beatrix argued.

Sarah was not going to let it go. “ I am no longer a Princess. I will not take the throne from my grandmother. I abdicated I have made my choice. I will never be on the throne. So why dose it matter who I marry or not? What is the reason that you don’t want me to marry him? I know it has something to do with Italy.” Beatrix showed no emotion. “ You will take my jet back to England. After that I don’t want to see you in Holland again. The only time I want to see you is when you are a Queen of Europe.”

“ Then I think you will never see me again. It’s a pity that people don’t know that you’re a commoner.” Beatrix looked at Sarah and with one swift movement slapped her around the face. Sarah looked at Beatrix not knowing what to do. “Don’t you ever. EVER speak to me like that. After all I have done for you.” Beatrix was the one who looks hurt now.

“All you have done?” Sarah was desperately trying not to lash out. “ You have broken up my engagmant…. Actually no you haven't, he wouldn’t do that to me. We will still be married and there is nothing anyone can do about it.”

“ Good luck with that Sarah.” The car rolled onto the tarmac on made its way to the royal jet. Nothing special in Sarah opinion, no press around it was rather quite. Sarah didn’t like it. She didn’t  like the feeling. She had that feeling that something was VERY wrong and she had only a minute to decide what to do. Beatrix placed her hand over Sarah’s. They looked into eachother’s eyes. Sarah knew what she had to do.