The Royal Heir - Dancing with my eyes closed

The game's afoot

The CBC documentary about Jen airs on Sunday night. It's super weird watching yourself being interviewed on TV; normally I'm just fooling around in the background at best when I make it onto the small screen, so being the focus is surreal. I'm not sure I like it as much as I thought I would, if I'm honest, although Tommy's enjoying the show.

I feel more relaxed when I'm not on screen, especially when I'm watching footage of my little blossom. She looks so alive, so happy. Somehow, I made her that happy.

I feel less relaxed when Bertrand appears, from the Beaumont Manor conservatory. But, I love how he's pitched this. He's got nothing but kind words to say about Jen, of course, although he does comment on her initial naivete. He makes it abundantly clear that there was no funny business going on under his roof before we announced our engagement (and he's right, we were somehow already married by the time we got round to that) and speaks of his regrets over his initial disapproval of our relationship. It's a fitting tribute, although I'm conscious I still haven't spoken to him since they filmed this.

"The more I think about it, the more I think Bertrand's disowned me because of us," I sigh.

"No," Tommy says, looking confused. "He encouraged us to be friends, why would he.."

I shrug. "He might just be a bit shocked that I'm not Straighty McStraight, you know? It might be taking him time to... process."

Tommy doesn't look convinced. "I'm sure you'll hear from him soon. The Beaumont Bash is coming up, right?"

"Week on Saturday," I tell him. "Not got an invitation yet."

"You shouldn't need one," he decides. "Are you going?"

"The question is, are we going." I'm definitely not returning to Ramsford without Tommy. "And the answer, I guess so, if Rick doesn't have an issue with it."

"Why should it matter what Rick thinks?" Tommy gets his phone out, taps what looks like a quick message to someone, then puts it away again. "Okay."

"What are you up to?"

"Never you mind for now," he says. "I'll let you know."

Ooh, he's so mysterious this one. I love it.

I turn my attention back to the documentary, where we now have an interesting combination of non-Beaumont talking heads. Francesco gushes about what an inspiring young woman Jen was. Kiara recounts her capability at court, and how they all knew she would be Rick's first choice. Daniel shares his giddy excitement at being invited to our wedding, his enthusiastic babbling interspersed with the obligatory footage of Jen and I kissing for the TV cameras outside the cathedral. Oh yeah. Another time I was on TV!

I glance at Tommy. "Guessing you were watching this live, along with everyone else in the country?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"NO?" I teasingly grab him. "Did it break your heart too much to watch me say I do to someone else?"

He's sheepish, suddenly avoiding eye contact. "I was with Sam that weekend. I recorded it and watched it back when I got home, though."

"Well, that's alright then!" Man, this is such a weird conversation to be having. "Some stalker you were! I half thought you were gonna say you were sat at the back of the church crying."

He sniggers, and I kiss him on the cheek.

"Every time I heard about any terrorist attacks on the palace though, I used to freak out," he goes on. "I was so scared for you. All of you."

"Yeah, they were pretty scary times," I sigh. "But we made it. Good won out over evil. And it will again."

We move on to slightly more recent events that post-date the book and the movie. Some press footage of our American adventure, punctuated with Neet's observations that the two of us were very much in love. Aw, I knew I liked that girl.