Princess?

Chapter 53

Camilla's P. O. V.

I'm about to come out of my bedroom when I hear Danny and Steve talking. I stop and press my ear against the door.

Danny speaks first, "Man, you need to stop. "

"Stop what?"

"Stop ogling her. She's married. Married to the King of France. She's unattainable. "

Steve says, "I don't know what you're talking about. "

Danny says, "I see the way you look at her. The way you speak to her. "

Steve laughs, "Danny, we've been with her for a day. I highly doubt you've been able to analyze and diagnose my actions with her. I'm being caring because she comes here to find out that 50% of her country hates her. And she didn't even do anything wrong. "

"See! You're standing up for her! This country is based on freedom. On a democracy and she just left and threw those values away to rule over France in a monarchy. She deserves every hateful word she receives. "

Steve says, "You don't know her. No one truly knows the whole story. Look, she's a human being. Just like the rest of us. Cut her a break. "

"Why? Because she's pretty. No, scratch that. She's sexy. And you can't help but check her out any time you're near her. I can see how turned on you get just by hearing her name. But you need to rethink yourself, Steve. You're just a cop. She won't marry you unless you're a King and can give her a palace, limos, expensive clothes and jewelry. She's a gold digger. The worst of them all. I'm ashamed to think that she comes from this country. "

At that point, I can't take any more. I open the door and walk out. I can tell by their faces, they know I heard.

I look at one of my royal security, "Phillip, please call the pilot and tell him to ready my jet. I'm returning to France. "

Steve quickly says, "No, wait. Look, I'm sorry about what you heard. But even if that is what people think. You can't run away now. "

I look at Danny, "What do you think? You think I should get on that jet and go away and never come back? Oh wait, sorry, the jet I got being a gold digger. Even better. "

Danny just looks down, ashamed. I shake my head, "I never realized that I would be humiliated if I tried to pay my country a visit. That must be why I was invited. So I could be made a laughing stock. No, I will not allow it. I'm going back to France. And I'm never returning to America. France is my home now. France is my country. And America will pay for what they have done to me. Phillip, make the call. "

"Right away, Your Majesty. "

Steve walks up to me, pulling me into a corner, "Don't do this. Please don't leave. I just met you. "

I shrug, "I'm sorry, but I can't stay. I won't subject my son to this kind of ridicule. I must go," I set my hand on his cheek and whisper, "I hope I can somehow see you again," Then I lean up and kiss his cheek, whispering, "Goodbye, Steve. "

Then I walk away and grab John and me and my royal security make our way out to the car, driving to the airport and flying back to France.