Written In The Stars .

Dirt.

Song for this chapter, Delilah by Florence and the Machines, but the lyrics don't relate and it's a bit happier than what Demi feels but im really into the song rn so...

It had been a long day and as night began to overtake the light of the sun, the sky slowly let down showers of rain unto Scottish fields.

Demi sat silent in the car as her escorts drove her back home. Today had been the strangest of days and she didn't know how to talk about it with Nina, who sat next to her sleeping softly.

On this day, Demi had experienced something she thought she could only ever dream about.

Firstly, she didn't know what she bargained for, following her acquainted cousin out, to do something so illegal. Not just constitutionally but even morally.

She should have known not to trust her after she had let out some of the castle's secrets on only their second day of being together.

It wasn't even about the baby or getting rid of it... No, it was something much more different and possibly bigger.

Something her mother had taught her to stay away from, from her young days in Nigeria.

'People are Wicked, Demilade. I wouldn't be where I am today if not for God. Be careful, there are good and bad forces in this world. They [the bad] don't want to see you happy.' Mother had always spoken these words to her from the time she was a little girl.

As she grew older, Demi realized that the adult world was just filled with pettiness and overhyped grudges: something she experienced first-hand from her grandparents, the same set of people who disowned her mother after finding out she was pregnant.

But even as she aged physically, she grew wiser and no thanks to the kind of entertainment she was exposed to in Africa, she knew that the world was a beautiful place but the heart of man would forever remain desperately wicked.

She never experienced it first hand, but she had always heard about it. Different parts of the world had different names for it, but she always thought that there were people whose level of civilization made them conclude those acts unthinkable and forbidden among them.

But oh, was she wrong.

Call it whatever you like, light magic, voodoo, dark magic, jazz or maybe even just magic.

To Demi it was Juju. And her mother had warned her to stay away from it. It was forbidden in the eyes of God and backward in the new age society. It brought bad luck upon those who tampered with the forces of the unseen and curses to those who were not wise enough to seek a Higher, Purer and Holier being.

Demi had just done the undone and there was no going back.

Getting home was nearly as torturous as her experience. Something she had vowed not to think about again or at least for the rest of the night.

The car was silent. The car radio wasn't on. The escorts didn't speak and Nina was asleep. Well no, actually. The truth was, she passed out on the car seat. It was a part of the ritual they both had just done.

Demi stopped. She promised herself she wouldn't think about it. Little tear drops rolled down her face and she sniffed a little. She didn't think anyone would hear her crying due to the monstrous rain that poured down on the other side of the window she was looking out of.

"Are you okay Ma'am?" the escort who sat in the passenger seat asked.

He didn't dare turn around unless asked to, but that didn't mean he was deaf.

Demi quickly wiped her face with her palm as she mumbled a 'yes'.

It didn't take so long before they got back to Edinburgh castle and Demi got out of the car.

Before she did though, she gave the escorts strict instructions given to her by Nina earlier on.

'Please don't wake Nina up. When you get to her hotel, carry her up to her suite and lay her down on her bed. Best not to disturb her when she's like this huh?' she spoke, forcing a smile at the men who knew better than to deviate from what they were just told.

Demi may not be the one who signed their pay-checks, but they were afraid of Nina and knew how hellish she could get when woken up in the middle of her sleep.

She went in through the service entrance of the Castle, where all of the staff went through.

Luckily, the Chief of Staff, Roman Shields was able to buzz her in with his key card. And even luckier for her, he didn't ask any questions as he assumed she probably didn't want any media attention by going through the main entrance. All the other royals did it ever so often.

And of course he wasn't so far from the truth. Demi didn't want any media attention yes, but even more importantly, she didn't want any of the other royals to see her.

She wasn't late for anything neither did she have a curfew, but she really wasn't in the mood to entertain small talk from any of the royals.

Luckily, she mastered the main staff code from one of the times she was with her escorts and she was able to use it on the doors at the entrance and exit of the service stairs.

Eventually, she got to her room and headed straight to the shower.

The water was hot and so, quickly unpeeling her clothes from her body and tossing them into a laundry bag in the corner of the bathroom, she went into the bath.

Turning on the shower, she sat under it. She bent her head and formed a tight ball as she began to cry furiously; the night's events playing non-stop in the back of her head.

She felt dirty. Very dirty.