crown me 👑 ts + jb

twentyone.

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When Troye had left the throne room he went to his mothers room. He kept thinking about what Evan said.

...my plan started before you two were even a thought...

What did that even mean? If she had this all laid out when did it start? Why him and why is she doing all of this? He looked around his mothers room, if it was answers her wanted he wasnt going to get them in here.

Troye left the room making sure to close it behind him before walking down another long hallway into the study that his uncle has claimed as his own. His uncle was always with King James around this time so he didnt have to worry about him walking in.

He started to look around to see if he could find anything that could point him in the right direction. Most of it was papers about how England and Spain would rule together and the coronations. It made him cringe everytime he thought about it.

The young prince began to go through his uncles desk, shuffling through papers and papers of all of the alligations his uncle has as regent.

He opened a drawer and saw a single journal sitting in it.... it was his mothers.

...it had to be something they kept close...

"Troye!" Jacob said walking in.

The young prince jumped slamming the drawer. When he looked up at Jacob he rolled his eyes. "You cant't do that Jacob," He says. "And what if someone hears you calling my name?"

"Isn't this your uncle's study?" Jacob says closing the door behind him.

"Hardly... hand me that piece of cloth would you."

The young guard looked at the journal. "If you don't want to touch it I-."

"No, now hand me that cloth."

Jacob raised an eyebrow but handed him the cloth. Troye grabbed the journal and flipped through the pages cloth i hand. He noticed that some pages were ripped out, it was probably the pages Troye found awhile ago.

"What is that?"

"If my suspicions are correct," Troye says. "It's what killed my mother and possibly my father."

Jacob looks over at him. "What are you going to do?"

"Not me... we."

-

"Absolutely not."

"Alexandr-."

"No," She says. "I'm not baiting your uncle into the study for a journal."

Troye walks up to her and holds the book in her face. "This journal could get the Vatican behind us about renouncing his title and claim to the throne."

She looks down at it and starts to reach for it. "Why do you have it wrapped in clo-."

He grabs he wrist. "Because I'm pretty sure this is the posion that killed them."

"The journal?"

"What's on the journal."

Alexandria looks at Troye and then over at Jacob who was standing by the door silently watching the two of them. She yanked her wrist from his grasp and looked at the book again.

"Fine," She says.

Troye smiles and kisses Alexandria on the cheek. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Jacob shift the weight of his feet from one side to the other uncomfortably.