The Non British Princess

Part 28

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't too bad weather. For England, still being only 15 degrees. It had a hint of sun, strange since winter was barely a week or two away.

I was in a white day dress that wrapped nicely around the torso in layers and had my hair loose over my shoulders.

Today there wasn't anything planned and the camera crews were having a break, so we could spend our time as we liked. I did notice around the palace that there was already staff in prep for the winter festival in 2 weeks.

After we had breakfast, Prince Thomas approached me and asked if we could spend some time together. I agreed, but was a little nervous since we still hadn't cleared the air after the Genevieve conversation. 

We walked together down the hall, my arm in his as usual, and into the elevator. I was surprised when he hit the button for the fourth floor. Were we going back to his room?

My guess was right as we reached the floor and he led the way to his room. Once we're inside and the door is closed he gives me a proper smile.

"Bells." He says warmly, "Have I mentioned you look pretty today? That white dress suits you."

My face heats from his compliment, "Thank you." 

Why did I always have to blush so easily? 

I was happy he was calling me Bells again.

The prince gestures for me to take a seat so I plant myself on the edge of his bed, the comfy sheets soft against my legs.

"What have you been up to Tommy?" I ask Thomas, looking to see his desk was filled with bits and bobs from different projects.

"I'm still working on the painting for Charlotte, I think it will be her Christmas gift." He says, motioning to his paint supplies, "But I've been also having to prep for the winter festival. Not to mention worrying about the whole selection going on." 

Sounds like he's been busy. But he doesn't seem bothered by the Genevieve conversation anymore. He must have spoken to Harriet about it.

"What happened with Penny then?" I asked the prince and he sighed.

"I didn't really have a choice in the matter. She had to be sent home at the very least. The amount of jewellery she was trying to steal."

"It was crazy she tried to do that." I say honestly. I still couldn't believe it now.

"She was let off easy, that's what my parents said." Thomas explains, "By not sending her to jail. Let's just hope the media doesn't get a hold of the story."

"Yeah." I say, thinking about how bad that would look for everyone involved if that got out. The palace would be scrutinised and Penny's life would be ruined.

I patted the spot on the bed beside me and Thomas came and sat.

"So, what do you have to plan for this winter festival?" I ask the prince, trying to change the topic to something lighter.

He shrugs, "Boring stuff mostly, but my parents want to get me used to planning and organising events. A lot of choosing this or that. Decorations, cakes and themes. Nearly every room of the palace needs designing."

"That sounds like fun, I love decorating." I say and Thomas smiles at my enthusiasm.

"Well maybe you could help me out, see that booklet over there, that's all the options. Grab it and we can take a look." The prince points to the workbook sitting on his desk.

I get up to go and collect it when I notice what had happened. I felt it all sticky first before I turned to confirm my worst nightmare.

I had my period. Right through my white dress. Right onto the Prince's bed sheets.