Running Away With the Presidents Daughter

''Maybe Mate, Maybe.''

River Edinburgh

"Have you seen the news? The president's child and the Vice President's child are to wed. What a funny thing. They have not yet graduated high school."

"What a beautiful girl. Only good thing to come from that president."

"They both look so sad though," My father says to his favorite house maid. They sure are the definition of gossipers.

"It must be arranged then. But terrible is it not? They both have so much money and are already business partners. They are dum to pick a marriage of no benefits and of such little value, there is no need for a marriage of the families." My father spits. "Not like River in Natasha isn't that right boy? Her family is giving us much money for your title. You're making your family proud." I couldn't think, I couldn't hear, I couldn't for fucks sake gossip like my pethedic father and his workers. It was sad. He was sad. And he acts as If mother had not just passed a week ago.

"Yes father." I say drying getting up to go to my room. It was the only place my head did not hear, and my head functioned, the only face I could slightly smell my mother and dream of her voice.

It calmed me in a way. To be with my thoughts of her. I had never had a bad memory of the women. The beautiful blonde hair brown eyes with freckles, she gave me it, well not all. She gave me my eyes, and my freckles, unfortunate I had the hair and body of my father. Which if you asked any lady it was not unfortunate at all.

"Knock, Knock,"

"Henry,"

"River." I leaned against the railing on the balcony in my room, taking a long drag of my cigarette. "They let the crown prince of England in here?" I heard him smirk and join me. "How are you holding up?"

"Far worse than my father." He holds his hands out and I put a cigarette into his hand then the lighter. My mother had given it to me, which you might think is bad parenting, to give a child a lighter for cigarettes, especially a duchess. Well mother taught me how to smoke, how to let out steam in a quiet and responsible way other than screaming at a bunch of rich people. My mothers words, which she admitted she thought of cussing many people out countless times.

"Well you look the same as my mother." I lean my head down and look past the lake. The manor had the best few in Scotland. Why my cousin came all the way down here, I had no idea. Unless he was told of my bad behavior in the past few weeks. Which I assume he had.

"They took care of each other," I say as I took another long drag, "They only had each other, being married off into a family. I feel bad for the poor women." Henry laughs. "Well at least they are both miserable in their marriages and not just one."

"They always seemed to be a both or neither package huh?"

"It seems they were." Henry laughs and pats my soldier. "What if we got away? Had a trip, just the two of us. Not my sisters. Or any of our other friends. Just two cousins?"

"Two cousins who happen to be the duke and crowned king of England? Yeah I'll pass, but thanks."

"What if you just went somewhere yourself then? River you need to get out of this house. It haunts you. And I think your mother is haunting you too." He was right. Every room, every hallway, every damn time I closed my eyes I thought of her. "Maybe," I say tossing my cigarette.

"What about Greece? Your mother lived there. Maybe it will be a good idea for closure. To understand her culture and learn about her. Pulse it is beautiful there. And tons of smoking hot ladies." Henry winked.

"Maybe mate, maybe."

"Think about it, cousin. I have meetings here with your father. But for heaven's sake, get out of this damn house."

Fuck he was right. I had to get the hell out of here.

"Fine, goodbye Henry. Tell grandmother hello for me, will you?"

"I will. See you River,"

I was going to Greece.