The fire in their eyes

Chapter 11 Flash of the past

"Don't Hannah" Edward shouted. Hannah was just about to move forward when Gary grabbed her hand. "Remember Hannah your my family and family look out for each other. From the sound of it this bitch shouldn't be trusted" Gary had a very shrewd and accurate sense of judgement.

"Young man this is a family matter between a granddaughter and a grandmother you should interfere"

"Hannah is my family so therefore it is my business"Gary tightened his grip

"You cheeky little-"

"No you may be my grandmother but I don't trust you and if what was said is true then you have some nerve you old bat" Hannah squeezed Gary's hand back. Edward slammed the door. "YOU SIX ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!!" Edward shouted.

Spoons sat in some half baked ice cream. The six of them lowered their heads. Edward paced up and down the room. "I'll be fired for this his majesty will shit himself when he finds out what has happened" Edward's pacing sped up. "I'll lose my head butler ranking and then I'll be on the same level as Peter and then he'll kill me. I'll never here the end of it"

Sycamore entered with a servant. Everyone but Hannah and Gary bowed. Sycamore turned to Edward. "What happened?" Sycamore's voice was cool, calm and collected. "Your highness your mother turned up at the door" Edward blurted out. Sycamore stood there. Frozen. "What did she want?" Sycamore had lost his cool.

"She demanded to see you and Hannah"

"Did you let her?"

"I told Hemley to watch them but she let them out and they heard about your past"

Sycamore's voice started to tremble "So did she see Hannah?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry"

Sycamore stared at the ground then kicked the couch repeatedly. "That witch, the nerve to come back" he kept kicking, if it hurt he wasn't showing it. "Fuck everything" Sycamore ended his tantrum.

"Your majesty what will be our punishment?"

"There won't be one. Her turning up is a drastic change of events" He walked up to Hannah and placed his palm on his head. "I don't blame the children or the bodyguards or you Edward it's her fault you shouldn't suffer for it" Sycamore looked straight at Hannah she met his gaze. "Also you remind me of myself when I was your age. Always sticking my nose where it didn't belong" He smiled. Hannah smiled back.

He sighed and removed his hand from her head. "I guess you want to know about my family now huh?"

Hannah nodded.

29 Years ago when our current regining monarch Augustine the seventh was only two his mother left his father. The divorce was final and Rosemarie had no intention of keeping the children so all rights for the children went to our Augustine(6). Then the regining monarch was Augustine the sixth. He raised his two sons aged five and two at the time to be young gentlemen single handedly. Our monarch had no intention if being king as he was the younger brother. The two brothers loved each other very much. The king always took time out his work to play with his sons. But then King Augustine the sixth fell gravelly ill. He died at the age of thirty six. He left his throne to his eldest son Elliot Sycamore the second. Elliot was only seventeen at the time. This caused a public uproar. However Elliot had trained his entire life for the position. Then when Prince Augustine (7) was 18 he met a girl at a party. At the time Augustine thought he was going to be a Prince for the rest of his life. His older brother became his guardian when his father died so he gave his blessing for the marriage. She had no title she was just a commener but she did have a soft spot for pokemon. Her name was Penelope. Augustine loved her from the bottom of his heart. Then three months after the marriage Elliot died in a terrorist attack. They never recovered his body. With Elliot having no children meant that Augustine had to be King. Then when he was 19 Penelope gave birth to their first child. A baby girl. However due to a series of unfortunate events. Penelope died while giving birth to their child. It was a miracle the baby survived. He named the child what Penelope wanted to name the baby. He named his child Hannah. Due to the huge stories the baby generated. Augustine raised security. However some people could still break in. He knew it wasn't safe for a baby. He sent her to Penelope's mother to raise her until she was old enough to come back. Augustine didn't know that Penelope had run away from her mother.

Hannah looked at her father no wonder he was alcoholic.

At night Sebastian gave Hannah her evening tea. Sycamore came in. "Is it alright if I talk to Hannah for a minute Sebastian?"

"Of course master" Sebastian was very reluctant with his answer.

Sycamore sat on the end of the bed. "So…we finally let the cat out of the bag you must have a ton of questions" Sycamore poked Hannah's feet from under the duvet.

Hannah stayed silent she had one big question on her tongue one that burned. "Nothing?" He responded.

"Just the one do you think she would hate me?"

"Who?"

"My mother after she died so I could live"

Sycamore froze he expected a much less mature question. "Hannah your mother would go on for hours on end about you when she was pregnant. That she would raise you just right, that you'd grow up to be big and strong, That we would be the happy family both of us could never have as children"

Hannah stared at her father "Just one more question"

"Shoot"

"Do you hate me for what I done?"

"Hannah it's not your fault your mother died and I would never hate you because you're all I have left of my dear Penelope" He got up and put his hand on her head and shook it sideways. "You have quite the imagination kid"

Hannah looked up and smiled at her father. He turned off the light. Hannah slept soundly.

She woke up. She checked the clock. 3:00am. Creak. A floor board creaked under pressure. She looked at the door a shadow fell under it. It was probably Ross. No. It was a different shape. They fiddled with the handle. Locked. Hannah smiled. Then she heard a lock picking kit. The metal bar was in. The person slipped in the other rod and fiddled with the lock. Snap. It broke. Creak. Hannah's heart thumped in her chest. A head emerged from the shadows. The dark hid his face. His voice sounded like a serial killer.

"Good morning princess"