In The Name Of Love

Chapter 10

I'm a complete IDIOT I amaged to miss out this chapter becuase I labelled the last chapter wrong and only now a month later do I realise!! DOH! I'm so sorry for the confusion, but now that the chapter is in and the chapter labels are right the story should now make sense!   

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The walk in wardrobe was actually a couple of rooms with lots of wardrobes and drawers. There was a table with flowers and a chair, a mirror with a light and an empty display cabinet and shoe rack on my side. The two rooms were connected with an archway that had carved, wooden dividing flaps, the kind you found in western movies only a lot more decorative. Mircea's side already had suits in the wardrobes and the display cabinet had a small crown in it. It was more of a circlet or band than a crown, but there were some pointy bits on it. It was gold with sapphires the size of my little fingernail sat in it.

I was looking at it when I saw Elisabeta's reflection in the glass. She smiled and stood next to me.

"He refused to wear it at the coronation," she said.

"I watched it on the news and didn't see him anywhere."

"He kept to the shadows. Only danced with me once at the celebration." She sighed and her smile turned sad. "The war changed him so much."

"Wales has changed him to. For the better."

"You more than Wales I think," she said. "It was only after he met you that his phone calls home were happy and he actually talked about himself. When he smiled at you in the car it was the first time I saw him smile since the war broke out." A tear ran down her face. "Where is he now?"

"Shower," I said and began to put his clothes away. I probably didn't need to, lady's maids and all, but it was something normal in this so not normal situation. "He... had a panic attack," I said heavily.

"Coming back here was always going to be hard for him," Elisabeta said quietly. "So much happened and most of it bad..."

I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't say anything at all. I just quietly hung Mircea's clothes and then stowed the suitcase away. When I turned back into the room she was still looking at the crown. I walked back over to her and put a hand on her arm.

"He'll be ok, Elisabeta. I'll make sure of it. And you'll be ok too. No one's going to be the same after what happened here but you'll be... ok," I said.

She smiled and turned to me, but something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She smiled. "Mircea."

"Hello, Mama," he said and hugged her tightly.

"I've brought some tea," she said. "I think you could both use a cup."

I smiled but declined getting the feeling that Mircea wanted to keep his mum to himself for a while. We had about five hours before Mircea had to go to the Privy Council luncheon and maybe a couple more before I went to see the stylist so I went to grab a shower. I just stopped in the bathroom doorway for a few moments. The floor was beige and along one wall were cupboards and drawers surrounding a huge mirror which stretched across two rather large his and hers sinks. The mirror was lit from above and below with ambient LEDs. The cupboards were white and the unit top was marble too. Opposite that, in a recess and with spotlights above it was a white slipper bath on a dais. There were shelves for toiletries and towels at one end. On the long wall of the recess there was water sluicing down a marble wall.

An arch near the door I was stood in had a door in it and inside was a toilet and sink, but my eyes were on the shower that Mircea had just come out of. It took up the whole back left hand corner of the room forming a diagonal between the cupboards and the outside of the bath's recess. Glass closed the area in and I saw that there were two showers in there.