The Non British Princess

Part 21

"Your highness."

Our lips were only centimetres away from each other's before Thomas had to pull away, dragging me back into reality with him.

We were so close.

Prince Thomas seemed frustrated, huffing loudly into the chilly air, "What?"

The guard, standing at the doors to the stables, awkwardly cleared his throat, "It's your sister, your highness, she requested you immediately."

Prince Thomas's expression switched instantly from annoyance to concern. 

From his reaction, whatever was going on must have been serious.

"I'm sorry to do this to you Bells. I wouldn't leave you here unless I knew it was important." The prince says apologetically, pecking my forehead with a small kiss, leaving tingles on my skin.

I stood stiff as the prince rushed out of the stables with hast to find his sister.

I hoped the princess was ok.

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The next morning went by reasonably fast and we finished prep and food organising for the extended royal family visit the following day.

I noticed that the Princess was missing all day, not in her usual place with her family at their table for any of the meals.

At the end of dinner as I was leaving with the rest of the selected girls I saw Prince Thomas motion for me to come over. I moved away from the group to his table now his parents have departed.

"Look, Bells, I wanted to apologise for ditching you yesterday." Prince Thomas said sheepishly, and to be honest it was kind of cute.

I gave him a warm smile, "It's fine, really. Is your sister ok? She hasn't been at meals."

The prince frowned, "She's doing better, she's just sick. They were worried she wasn't stable and that's why I was called up yesterday. But it seems like she just needs more time to recover, that's all."

I nod and the prince extends his arm toward me. I suppose we were going somewhere now.
I link my arm through his grey suit and attach myself to his side.

"Now, I was thinking I could show you something, so I can explain further what happened yesterday." Prince Thomas said, leading us out of the dinning room and to the elevator.

He pressed for the fourth floor, somewhere I wasn't allowed unless with permission.

I guessed since I was with the prince I wouldn't be questioned. As we stood together I was quietly admiring Thomas's current attire. I noticed the checked pattern on his shirt had a slight smudge of food across the collar from dinner. It made me smile for some reason.

I can smell his woodsy cologne, with its warm tones. I'm beginning to recognise the smell he wears.

"What are you showing me exactly?" I ask as the elevator opens to a corridor I haven't been down thus far. 
The guards by the entrance stand intimidatingly and glance over at me questioningly before seeing who I'm with.

"All will be revealed momentarily." He says.

Prince Thomas basically commands authority as he strides past the guards, nodding in greeting.
We come to one of the many doors in the corridor and Thomas pushes it open, letting me go in first before he follows and shuts the door.