The sequel to Princess Darrel Crawley
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Elizabeth, Princess of Wales, heir apparent to the British throne. Formerly known as Lady Darrel Crawley, the youngest daughter of Lord and Lady Grantham.
Now 18-years-old, Darrel's life seems to be as norma...
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The following morning, Darrel awoke when Lily entered her bedroom and opened the curtains. Too concerned about Sebastian, she fell asleep in her dress from the ball. She rubbed at her eyes and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Good morning, Your Highness," Lily curtsied.
"Morning," Darrel groaned.
"Are you alright, ma'am?"
"I'm fine, thank you. Although I am afraid that I ruined the dress."
"Do not worry, ma'am. I can fix it."
Darrel nodded as she climbed out of bed. The maid picked up the tiara and placed it back in its box.
"Do you know if Mr Carlos returned?" Darrel inquired.
"Yes, ma'am," Lily replied as she helped the princess out of her dress. "He arrived early this morning. Sidney heard that he stayed in Walter's backroom again."
"And where is he now?"
"In his bedroom. Francis brought up breakfast and coffee."
"Thank you, Lily."
Darrel walked over to her closet and took out the light blue dress with white polka dots. She lay it out on the bed and then went to find a pair of shoes that matched.
"Can I get you anything to eat, ma'am?" Lily offered. "Their Majesties told me to let you sleep in, so you missed breakfast."
"I'm not hungry yet, but I'll ring for something later," Darrel replied.
"Very good, ma'am."
Darrel slipped on her dress and then sat down at the dressing table. Lily stood behind her and attempted to fix her hair which was messy from the night before. Once she finished, the maid gathered the clothing from the ball.
"Is there anything else you need, ma'am?" Lily inquired.
"No, thank you."
"Your Highness."
Lily curtsied and left the room.
Darrel took a deep breath and then looked down at the platinum ring with a diamond on her left ring finger. Sebastian gave it to her three years ago when he proposed. Even though she asked him to marry her, he gave her a ring that had been in his family for years. Darrel ran her finger over the ring and then left the bedroom.
Darrel walked to JF and Camila's room. She braced herself then knocked on the door.
"Come in!" The Princess of Spain called.
Darrel entered to find Camila sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. There was a tray of coffee set out in front of her with a plate of croissants and a bowl of strawberries.
