There a pattern, you just have to find it
When I came downstairs early the next morning to see Chris and his father were nursing cups of tea. I slipped into the chair beside him.
‘Three hundred people roughly? And that’s just England?’ Titus nodded. He pushed the paper towards me. I glanced at it. General Mosebush was targeting where the royal family was close to. Any royal family.
‘He moving up to Edinburgh. Look.’ I pointed out in the general direction of he was moving in. It was going up the country, picking places near castles or houses with big estates. Chris grabbed the paper.
‘We can stop him. If he does not make it to an Embassy before we catch him. We can put him in Hotiz.’
‘Hotiz?’ I asked.
‘The top security Ethelburgas Prison. Almost impossible to break out of. Trust me.’
‘Something you are not telling me father?’ Chris asked looking at me over the top of his cup of tea.
‘I worked as a doctor there before my father died leaving me a lord. As a joke they told me to break out and then I can get away. In the seven hundred years it has been standing only one person has broken out. That was back in 1914 in the start of the first world war.’ Chris looked slightly more relaxed.
‘Definitely Edinburgh?’ I nodded.
‘The only other place where the royal family is staying. Because he has been to Windsor, here, London and everywhere else.’ I glanced at Chris.
‘We will stop him. I promise.’ He took my hand. ‘But first we have to play our prank.’ Titus looked confused.
‘On the media. Earth Rainbow published a lovely article about me. We are going to lead them on a wild goose chase and get everyone involved.’ Chris whispered it to his father. An evil smile lit up his face.
‘Hang on.’ He disappeared and came back moments later with the female royal signet ring.
‘I found it in my country manor back in Ethelburgesa. Wear it on your left hand until the jokes over. Chris stood up.
‘Lets get this joke rolling. I’m off to make reservations. Tonight ten?’ I nodded.
‘I can do that.’ I stood up to go and get my book. It was a really boring book I had to read for English. It was all about a prejudiced America in the 1950s.
My father wandered downstairs at roughly twelve.
‘Never again.’ I glanced up at him and rolled my eyes. He had bed hair, no shirt and just his pj bottoms. My Dad did keep in good shape so could carry it off but I had never seen him look so I don’t know. Hung over.
‘Hey Dad!’ I called from the sitting room where I was sat. He winced.
‘Speak quieter Taylor. Indoor voices. Indoor voices.’
‘When did we ever use that phrase?’
‘Starting a few moments ago.’ I shrugged and returned to my book. Dad had got drunk somehow and it looked as if Titus had joined him.
Chris and I walked into the restaurant. It was a kinda normal restaurant with nothing special. I was in jeans and a t-shirt while Chris was no better. I had at least my hair and makeup done for the occasion. There was a couple who kept throwing glances our way. More and more people trickled into the large restaurant. Chris got more jumpy as the people had different shaped bags.
After our dinner Chris went to the loo. I got out my phone and started texting. Dad had put me onto contract incase I needed to “connect to the internet quickly”. Chris came back with his shoe lace of his converses undone. He helped me up.
‘Do you think this is believeable?’
‘I think so. Shoelace.’ I was stood above him now as he did his shoelace.
‘Do you want to go home now?’ I nodded. There was suddenly flashes of light everywhere. I glanced around. There was a sea of cameras surrounding us. I dropped my royal ring into Chris’s hand. He put it on my middle finger of my left hand. He then put an arm around my waist and we walked away. Dad had already paid and left the rest as a tip.
‘YOUR MAJESTY!’ A voice called me. I turned around.
‘Yes?’ I let a small smile play around my lips. Chris turned with me.
‘HOW DO YOU FEEL?’ There was suddenly many microphones and recorders shoved in my face.
‘Normal. Why should I feel any different than I should do.’ There was a scribbling as I spoke.
‘ANYTHING ELSE YOU WISH TO ADD?’ A female voice called. Her eyes flicked to my stomach.
‘Yes. I feel deep sorrow for the people across the world who are mourning the loss of loved ones. I can’t promise that it will get better but something is being done. Also I do try and keep a private life. That is why father brought me here to grow up away from the press.’ Chris and I walked away from the crowd of people and flashing cameras. Mark pulled up and we got into the Bently. He had decided to get it out of the garage as a one off moment.
Once in the car we started laughing. The windows had been tinted recently making them too dark to see in.
‘Did they take the bait?’ Mark asked. He had been the one to tip off the local newspapers or else it would look odd. Chris nodded. I had laughed so much my stomach hurt.
‘The reporters kept glancing at my stomach though. I guess baby rumors are going to fly about.’ Chris nodded.
Dad flung the door open for us and ushered us in.
‘Did it work?’ He said urgently. I nodded.
‘Think so. Mark tipped off the right people by the looks of it.’ He smiled.
‘Should be out by tomorrow. And I shall not be going out anywhere unless Barney is close by to stop the mobs of reporters. I have another idea. Tomorrow you two will go to Stratford and then go “shopping”. Taylor take any money you need and so on. Go stand briefly in front of a dry cleaners. I asked them to put a wedding dress in the front window. Taylor point to something. Go inside and then come back out with my suit I have there. This should get them talking.’ I nodded.
‘I am going to bed. Night guys.’ Chris followed me up.
‘How long are we going to keep this facade up?’ I shrugged.
‘A long time.’ I had my back to him as I got my pajamas. Once I had them bundled up in my arms I turned around. He was stood right behind me.
‘Boo.’ He said quietly. I nearly dropped my things.
‘I know you love me deep down inside.’ He said with a bright smile.
‘I seriously doubt that.’ I muttered darkly as I went to get changed.
Chris was at the foot of my bed reading Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
‘Depressing guy right?’ I shrugged.
‘Thats your opinion. I was thinking-’ Chris cut me off.
‘Whatever you were thinking don’t do it! It is a bad idea! I know the way you think!’ I rolled my eyes and carried on.
‘I was thinking that we should go on like a crazy long walk somewhere with hordes of reporters following us and then get them lost somewhere and then make them blame themselves. And then get them done for trespassing.’ Chris's face cracking into a malicious smile.
‘Me thinks thats a good idea.’
‘Me thinks so too. Now move. I want to sleep.’ Chris got up and went to kiss me on the cheek. I moved my head to the right and our lips met. I instantly pulled away.
‘Sorry.’ I turned to get into bed Chris’s words stopped me.
‘You don’t like physical contact.’ I winched slightly and turned around. He had a calculating look on his face.
‘So?’ I said slowly trying to figure out his motive.
‘Why?’ I sat down on the floor by the open book of Romeo and Juliet. It was on Act five scene Three, just before Juliet plunges the knife into her stomach.
‘My mother before she left used to shut me in the cupboard and then would bring me out before Dad came home. She sometimes would hit me in places no one would see. Like my arms and middle. Chris's face held such anger and resentment I was slightly scared.
‘If I ever get my hands on her. Ooh I now have big ideas for her.’ He twisted his hands together. I felt panic. She had sworn me to secrecy. It was my deepest and darkest secret. And now it was out in the open. My eyes darted around the room. Chris put his hands on my shoulders.
‘It is okay. She won’t come out of the wardrobe. I promise you. I am not even that far away. Trust me. If you get scared you can always come to me and tell me anything.’ I nodded. I got into my bed and turned my back to him. He left the door open remembering my fear of the dark and small spaces. I smiled a small smile to my self and then sank beneath the deep waves of unconsciousness.