Face of a Nation

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❝You mean my cell number?❞ She spoke in such a mannered tone, Jules felt like she was in the 19th century. And it was adorable. Her handed him her cell, a sly smirk appeared on her lips. ❝Do you have anything exciting planned, Charles? Maybe we could go to this party? I…I need a date.❞ Her cheeks flushed, as she looked back at the menu. ❝What would you like? Their white hot chocolate is delicious.❞ Her eyes grew wider and wider as she listened to his made up job. She stared at him with a shocked expression, taking a step back. ❝Woah. That’s…woah.❞

Party. Maybe not right away later on sure. “It’s just a job. I just guard the front door basically. Nothing every happens “he said pausing. He put in his cell number and called it so he had hers as he put her name in the information section. He was going to have to get his friend to make up a position in the royal guard. At least for the time being. But he knew he couldn’t save face for long. Especially if anything of the royal family and pictures were concerned.

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❝It’s pleasure to meet a Lancaster. I’m Jules. Miss. Jules Blackburn.❞ She giggled, giving his hand a quick shake. She tilted her head, pulling her arm out to see her watch. Her smile grew bigger as she nodded her head. ❝Okay, but it’s my treat. I know this really cute cafe, it’s just next-door to the bridge.❞ Her hand remained wrapped around his, as she gently dragged him as the two of them walked off the bridge. ❝So, may I ask why you were crying?❞ The blonde had just recently returned from the States, and hadn’t paid much attention to the royal family. Nor, the latest buzz on the king’s sudden passing. And had no idea that she was holding hands with the upcoming king.

He was surprised when she started to tug him along but he decided that he follow it where it led. “Family matters”was all he said and he sighed. “That’s all. “He said as he looked down. His father still alive. But was in bad condition. The throne would be passing to him in near a months time. But the death of his brother in the military that they had just been notified. Was the cause for his tears. “Are you a tourist ?”he asked curiously as they walked over the bridge slightly

Her hand released from his, giving him a slow nod. Family matters can suck. Family drama sucked in a nutshell. That’s one of the reasons why she moved to the States. To get a million miles away from her family. ❝No, I just moved back here from America in less than twenty-four hours ago. I was taking an internship in New York.❞ The two of them stepped inside the cafe, as her blue hues looked over the beverage menu that hung above the cash register. ❝Since I been home, everyone has been going on about the Royals. Though, I don’t know why.❞ She shrugged, as she ran a hand through her hair. ❝Probably over the prince’s latest affair with his house keeper or personal assistant.❞

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❝It’s pleasure to meet a Lancaster. I’m Jules. Miss. Jules Blackburn.❞ She giggled, giving his hand a quick shake. She tilted her head, pulling her arm out to see her watch. Her smile grew bigger as she nodded her head. ❝Okay, but it’s my treat. I know this really cute cafe, it’s just next-door to the bridge.❞ Her hand remained wrapped around his, as she gently dragged him as the two of them walked off the bridge. ❝So, may I ask why you were crying?❞ The blonde had just recently returned from the States, and hadn’t paid much attention to the royal family. Nor, the latest buzz on the king’s sudden passing. And had no idea that she was holding hands with the upcoming king.

He was surprised when she started to tug him along but he decided that he follow it where it led. “Family matters”was all he said and he sighed. “That’s all. “He said as he looked down. His father still alive. But was in bad condition. The throne would be passing to him in near a months time. But the death of his brother in the military that they had just been notified. Was the cause for his tears. “Are you a tourist ?”he asked curiously as they walked over the bridge slightly

He was surprised. She didn’t recognize him. As he had handed her the music player back and then wiped the tear with the tissue. “Break up”he asked curiously. Had she thought he was running from a lover. As if. That wasn’t like him to get close. “Something along those lines. But not lover. “He stated. “Thank you by the way. “He said mentioning to the tissue. Should he reveal himself. Maybe not. “I’m Charles “he said as he quickly made up a name. “Charles Lancaster “He said shaking the unsoiled hand that wasn’t the one that had the tissue with it in. “Can I buy you some tea or something for the inconvenience that I caused ?”he asked curiously.

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Let's get this thing restarted ha

@brandxno A couple days after the funeral, he went to a local pub which he knew never bothered him for who he was. He gave generous enough tips. He had even snuck off from his security team. He was drinking a pint when he felt a hand on his shoulder.“Thought I lost you blokes a ways back”he joked half heartily as he took another drink from his second pint of beer at the time.

“You’d have to do better if you want to get rid of me.” Brandon sat beside the prince and gave the other a look, “I’d give you a lecture about security if I thought you’d care. You never seem to listen anyways.” He sighs, waving off the bartender that came their way.

“I know its just sometimes, I wish I didn’t have to have you to do this. I wish sometimes that i was just like you .. A person who could choose their ambitions. Not born of royal blood with their path chosen to them…”Yes, his grief was finally coming through and he had been strong for his sister, but he hadn’t yet grieved himself. "And what about security ?"she asked.