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Merry Christmas to my [Jeleanor] Secret Santa @forgotyourcoat 🎄🎁 

I had so much fun talking to you over the last month and I hope you like your present ♥

(The picture on top doesn’t really fit the story, I just liked the pics:))

Even the royal family does celebrate Christmas like any other family.

Mostly.

They all came together, ate lots of food, gave each other presents and tried not to murder each other.

Only that they ate a five star meal, prepared by their servants, and gave each other meaningless presents because what do you give a person who already has everything?

And the part about murdering each other? Well hundreds of years of intrigues, assassinations and hatred between family members gives one some ideas.

It was disgusting.

To their defence, on Christmas they actually tried. Lots of smiles, kisses, hugs and if someone who didn’t know them would watch they’d appear like a big happy family.

But Eleanor knew better.

Every smile was a lie, every kiss out of poison.

She remembered how Christmas used to be when Liam and she were children.

She remembered sitting on the floor next to the Christmas tree unwrapping presents. Her father laughing when she was excited about basically everything, her mother sitting next to him, all relaxed and happy.

Now Eleanor watched her mother’s closed up, sad and uncaring expression and cursed herself for the present she had given Liam this year.

Well, it wasn’t really a present but it made her twin happy so Eleanor decided for just one day it would be alright.

One day without drugs. No problem. She had done it before. No big deal.

But on a normal day she wouldn’t have to listen to Cyrus narcissistic jabbering, to her cousin’s stupidity, her brother’s meaningful silence or her mother’s accusations. Normally she could grab her bodyguard and jump head first into the next party.

Mr. Hill though, her new bodyguard, had the day off. Actually all of the staff that wasn’t necessarily needed was at home celebrating with their families. If someone wanted to attack the palace right now it would be the perfect time.

Not even Jasper was here today. Liam mentioned he had given his bodyguard some free time to ‘spend time with his family’.

Jasper the orphan spending time with his family? Right.

Eleanor didn’t tell Liam about his not existing family. She had been too preoccupied pretending not to care and not to listen.

God she would kill for one or two pills right now.

“Eleanor would you please stop having such an annoyed expression! It’s Christmas god dammit.”

Her mother’s words woke her from daydreaming about her secret pill stash in her room.

“Of course mom, everything for you.”

She gave the queen her best fake smile.

“Seriously Eleanor. Stop being such a brat.”

“Leave it be Helena. I don’t think your words can even reach her clouded brain”

she heard her uncle say from the other end of the table and asked herself if she could stab him with a steak knife. Before she could finish her plans Liam changed the course of conversation quickly away from her.

This was going to be a long night.

After what felt like an eternity it was finally over.

Eleanor came to her room mentally exhausted and hungry after her mother had criticises on how much she had had on her plate. ‘Child you’re going to be fat one day if you continue eating like that.’ Usually she would have had a snarky response but boredom and the lack of drugs made her comply. Instead she left her plate half full.

Where do normal people get food from? They go shopping right? Supermarkets and these things. Were they open on Christmas?

Probably not.

But it would be an opportunity to leave the palace, even just for a while.

Sneaking out of the palace was a skill she learned when she was 14 and had many of her previous bodyguards cost their jobs.

She found a taxi with a poor soul who had to work on Christmas, and gave the driver the first address that came to her mind.

The knock on the door ripped Jasper away from his research of the King’s murder. Had it been 4 hours already? He hadn’t even noticed how time had passed. He got up, closed his laptop, and opened the door.

“Princess?”

“Please tell me you have food. I’m starving and I will leave immediately if you don’t have anything to eat.”

She had rushed past him, leaving him stunned at the door.

“Eleanor what the hell are you doing here?”

“I just told you. I want food.”

“Do you know how dangerous it is if you are alone at night in…”

He was interrupted by a loud sigh from the Princess.

“Argh I know, I know. But you are not my bodyguard anymore, Jasper from Vegas, so it’s not any of your business.”

“You wanting to raid my fridge is definitely my problem, Princess.”

“So you want me to leave. All alone. Getting abducted on my way back to the palace because you selfish ass didn’t want to share any of your precious food?”

Jasper could only roll his eyes.

“Of course not. You are lucky I didn’t eat anything myself yet.”

He turned his back to her and walked into his kitchen - Eleanor right on his heels.

“Does this mean you’ll make me something to eat then?”

“No Princess. This means we will make something for us to eat. Together.”

“We? Are you insane? I never cooked in my life!”

“I’ll teach you then. If you are so hungry you have to earn it, princess.”

His self-righteous smirk was disgusting though Eleanor had to smile about how much she had missed him.

One hour later she was full and happy. The food had been amazing. Nothing special but to know she had done it herself made it even better.

They didn’t talk much though.

Jasper was – surprisingly - a good teacher. Eleanor actually enjoyed working in the kitchen with him. As a team. They laughed as he managed to spill water on her but revenge wasn’t far as she had thrown the oven cloth into his face.

It was so nice to see her ex-bodyguards face light up with a real smile for once instead of his typical blank face.

“Do you want to go back to the palace now?”

“Do you want to get rid of me Jasper?”

“Of course not but you got what you wanted so I thought…”

“What do you usually do on Christmas?”

“Not much. Going to sleep, watching a movie maybe?”

“That’s it then. We’re going to watch something.”

Not ten minutes later the two of them settled on Jasper’s couch.

He left it to Eleanor to choose what to watch and she picked a TV-show.

Gossip Girl.

One of her favourites.

Eleanor hadn’t noticed how tired she was before but now – being all comfortable on the couch – she couldn’t help but letting her eyes fall shut.

The Princess woke up after what must have been a few hours of sleep. She felt weirdly at peace. Everything around her seemed to be so calm.

Well, not everything.

She could hear Jaspers soft breath and when she lifted her head of his chest she saw him being fast asleep.

Eleanor had to smile to herself. She always thought he looked a bit like a puppy when he was asleep. Her heart was beating faster every time he touched her, this time was no exception with her head on his chest and his hands around her waist.

She couldn’t resist and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. In response his arms tightened around her even more.

This Christmas might have not been so bad after all, cause what do you give a person who already has everything?

Peace

Understanding

Love

…and maybe something to eat.

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