Reigning innocence

Preface

Since the early 1800's hundreds there has always been rumors that a secret society resided amongst the Royal Family. It's kind of how Area 51 doesn't exist - but we all know it does. The Secret Society is said to be called: The Royal Rose Council.

The Queen apparently wanted the best in all areas to be part of her communications that way she would know what to expect going into meetings and going to events. 

Well now, she has even declared the authenticity of the rumors.

"Is there a secret society that we aren't supposed to know about?"

"It's not that you aren't allowed to know about it; it's the whole burden of knowing what we do that we don't want you to know about. I never thought I would add onto this foolish tradition until I realized how beneficial it was to my being Queen."

"So you are admitting that there is some type of group that you governed?"

"Yes. I'm not going to lie about it. That's just not the kind of Queen I want to be. Also I must be getting on with my day as I have an important meeting with the King of Scotland."

And just like that she fled the from the flock of reporters wearing the family's sapphires. Before completely exiting, she whips her luscious coffee brown hair around and walks with pride; back to the reporters and makes some ludicrous statement. 

 "Before I further humiliate myself, I am going to make one thing affirmatively clear. Understand me when I say that my secret society does not deem me unfit to rule the kingdom. I, being the Queen of England, have a lot of responsibilities and somethings I cannot tend to. With the help of the society that you greatly wanted insight about, I have been able to rule the kingdom better. I am the Queen of England and I will do what I want. Without a further adu, I must be leaving as I have tea time with the King of Scotland. Have a good day."

After her statement, she clears her throat and marches towards her carriage and waves goodbye with a dainty smirk scattered across her face; allowing us to see her stunning brown eyes.

*****

"Edwin my dear? I need you to do something for me." questions the Queen as she sits in her carriage.

"Anything for you, my majesty."

"Find me someone who is intelligent. An American perhaps? Someone who isn't afraid to be daring and bold with a flinch of sarcasm. Someone who would benefit the society. I want to know things prior to them happening. A reporter might benefit as they are always soaking up the limelight and digging into people's personal lives. Will this be a challenging task, Edwin? I can always ask Quincy."

"Challenging - yes. Can I do it? Of course. I will start looking in D.C. for someone who will intensify the society."

******

Meet Me. 

Ellie Whittmore. Washington D.C's top reporter. 

Hopefully today is the day I finally move up and maybe get accepted into Quantico. Being a reporter is nice, but serving the people would make me feel way better. Maybe I won't be passed up like all of the times before? I have combat training and I know how to protect people. 

William swirls in his chair until he almost spills coffee all over the desk and himself. "Elle? I got you your frappucino with extra caramel drizzle. Today's the day right?"

Smiling I lean over and grab the coffee from him and chuckle. "You have something on your shirt. Don't let Vanessa see it or you'll be in trouble... again."

"Way to make a guy feel special, Ellie."

"Just speaking the truth, Willy. Hopefully I get the news today or I am going to quit. To think that I was going to be serving my country instead of preaching the news. To be quite frank, it is completely ridiculous that they keep passing me over for people like, 'Thomas, Monroe, and Jeff.'  I'll just hang up my dreams and let people walk all over me."