It was a relationship

It had been two days since the news of The Kings death and Eleanor sat silent on her bed, crying and cursing revenge on whoever it was that had taken her father from her. Eleanor had no choice but to acknowledge that the result that said the king was not her father, but he was the only father she had ever known and no piece of paper, could take away love she had always felt for him and from him. If he was not her blood would she be feeling the raw emotions she felt right now.

It did not matter what the blood test said, he was her father. He had tucked her in a night, read her stories, been there all her life, and believed she had his qualities. He was her father, he just had to be. In a few short months she had lost her elder brother and father, all she had left was Liam and of course Jasper.

Jasper had not left her side since she had gotten him from prison. He lay by her on the bed half asleep half awake trying to make sense of it all. This job was supposed to be a quiet one, a well deserved break from the madness of Las Vegas, a chance to start a fresh away from those types of people. And work with some real royalty, but the British Monarchy was darker and cut throat than any of the Las Vegas gangsters he had come across. Someone had brutally knifed the King of England and he was now dead. Was it the same someone who had paid to get the heir to the throne killed? Then conveniently the twins were not the king's children, and they were removed from the line of succession. Just like that, discarded like an old shoe.

The Queen had not once come to check on her daughter, or even inquired of her wellbeing. He had to force her to eat, and had taken to plunging her in the bath when she refused to wash. He knew she was broken hearted; she had not taken one toot of a joint, one line of coke, one pill of ecstasy or a mouthful of drink. This death had hit her differently from Roberts'; he had just about gotten her through that one. How was he going to get her through this one?

The thought of Robert's death had brought him back to the first night he had started as her detail. He smirked at the way he was so weedy at their first meeting in the wine cellars. Eleanor had steamrolled over him with his phoney British accent, and ten minutes after their meeting he had decided that Jasper had to go. He thought he could pull it off get her to like that Jasper, but this was 'The Princess' and she was used to having her own way. If he was going to last the week he had to be a bit more creative. He saw a different side as she sat on the ground outside the palace swigging the wine and talking to her dead brother picture. He heard her put her brother Liam wellbeing before her own, and his heart melted a little. This was not the 'Princess' he was used to seeing in Vegas. The spoilt prima donnas who cared about no-one. This was a true princess like in the fairy tales, who was royal and regal but was just as human as the rest of us.

"Anything you want Princess?" Jasper asked as she laid back on the bed, snuggling next to him. He had not forced her to be with him on the bed, but gradually she had moved until she was next to him. He had never before cuddled her, or snuggled up to her or her, him. Their relationship was not about being all touchy feely. Only in their love making did they show the other their true self. There was no hiding or pretence then. No more cat and mouse games, they both gave 110% to the other. Fitting like a key and a lock. Jasper had, had many women including the Queen herself but none came close to Eleanor. That's why he blackmailed her, after the first time he wanted to see if the feelings he felt was a one off.