Love changes everything - Chapter 11
No matter how much Charles had begged Camilla to spend Christmas with him, though he knew it was impossible, she had spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her parents before sheād travelled back to Bolehyde Manor on Boxing Day when her parents went to see Annabel and her little wholesome family. Camilla, of course, had been invited too, but she knew she wouldnāt be able to cope with the family bliss at Annabelās house. She was happy for Annabel, of course, but it would be too much to take, especially with Andrewās birthday coming up the next day.
Christmas had been more of a torture anyway and she was glad to escape the baubels, the trees and the herold angeles everywhere. Her house wasnāt decorated for Christmas at all, a harsh contrast to the glitter and gold and the ethereal legions of angels that had been everywhere last year. Though sheād been heavily pregnant and barely able to move at all sheād decorated even the smallest corner of the house last year. Babyās first Christmas was supposed to be perfect after all.
But now the rain pouring heavily outside matched her mood far better. She had tried hard to put on a happy face for her parents and Mark, but it had worn her out. And she wasnāt sure how she was supposed to live through tomorrow. The thought of Andrewās birthday almost made her sick. Just why was he not allowed to turn 36? Why did he have to play the hero again and be killed? What utterly sick game was the God above playing? It had not always been easy with Andrew, his affairs had silently killed her, but why, just why, did such a horrible thing happen? What had little Tom done to deserve this? What had she done to deserve this?Ā
She was missing Charles, too, and a part of her had wished theyād be able to spend Christmas together. Theyād spoken briefly on the phone on Christmas Eve and she regretted having declined his offer, or more his plea, to be able to see her on Boxing Day. Maybe he would still come like the last time sheād forbidden him to come on Tomās birthday? But time passed and there was no Charles, so she just played with Tom and wrapped herself in a blanket in the living room once she had put him to bed.
The darkness outside came early and the raindrops on the window looked like ink-spiders. God, this really didnāt feel like Christmas at all. Over and over she pondered if she should try to ring Charles but then again it was only half past four, though outside it looked like witching hour. Oh well maybe she just shouldnāt be so grand, she decided. With quick steps she walked to the hall where the telephone was standing and dialled the direct line to Charles' room which he had given to her in wise foresight. In nervous anticipation she dialled wrong two times before she was lucky and the call got through.
āHello?ā asked a young voice that definitely wasnāt Charlesā. Somehow the voice sounded familiar, but she couldnāt quite recall of whom it reminded her.
āUmmm⦠hello⦠Iād like to speak to Cha⦠umm, the Prince of Wales, please.ā
āSorry, Miss, you missed him. He left quite some time ago⦠to see his new girlfriend.ā The boy made a retching sound and suddenly it dawned on Camilla who it was.
āEdward?ā she asked, ignoring the clenching of her heart. Was she the new girlfriend? Or did Charles, indeed, have someone new? Deep down her Camilla knew that this wasn't how Charles would handle this, but the years with Andrew had traumatised her and of course she knew that Charles had to date other girls as well. He had to find a wife, someone worthy to bear an heir.
āOn the phone, Miss,ā the eleven-year-old replied, clearly not remembering her voice.
āThis is Camilla, we used to do two or three go-kart chases a few years ago.ā Camilla smiled, living from that memory. The memory seemed to be from someone elseās life, not her own. A life that was light and carefree and the only trouble in the world was which party she was going to go to the next day.
āOh right!ā There was a sound of enlightenment in his voice. āI d-ā there was a rustling and some voices in the line and suddenly Edward seemed to be eager to hang up the phone. āMerry Christmas, Camilla!ā he said and hung up before Camilla had the slightest chance to reply.Ā
That had been a lovely surprise, but it hadnāt really helped her find out if she was going to see her prince today or not. Charles would surely have told her about a new girlfriend, so it was almost safe to say heād be here anytime soon. It was a four hour drive from Sandringham to Bolehyde Manor and probably even longer today with that bloody rain. Why on earth did it not come down as snow? It surely was cold enough outside. With her heart feeling at least a little lighter she made herself a hot chocolate with two shots of rum. It would surely warm her up from the inside as well.
An hour later she heard a car rolling over the gritty grounds and her heart made a jump. This had to be Charles! With her plushy slippers on she made her way to the entrance hall and before Charles could ring the bell Camilla opened the door and it only took Charles a second to get to her and fling her in his arms. What a man he was! Camilla didnāt know quite how he did it, but he always knew exactly what to do (well⦠mostlyā¦).
āHappy Christmas,ā Charles whispered and placed a light kiss on Camillaās nose.
āHappy Christmas, darling,ā Camilla breathed back in return, wrapping her arms around him tightly. It felt so incredibly good to have him in her arms, but after a few moments she pulled away. āCome inside! You must be freezing!ā With that she ushered him inside the living room. āDo you want to eat something? Or maybe drink? Iām sorry I didnāt bother to lighten the fireplace,ā she bubbled, not quite knowing where it suddenly came from.Ā
Charles chuckled, she was just so adorable. āDarling, relax,ā he told her and flashed a smile at her that turned her knees into jelly. Despite the circumstances Camilla found herself to be head over heels in love with the prince again, a thing that still felt unreal. Being with him made her forget the uneasy feeling sheād had the past few days and she didnāt think about tomorrow, which she dreaded.
āRight!ā Camilla exhaled loudly, then laughed and flopped down on the sofa, pushing Charles down with her. āThank you for coming,ā she placed a soft kiss in the middle of his perfect mouth and cuddled against him.Ā
Charles smiled, happy that his appearance apparently made her very happy. āYou didnāt seem surprised, though,ā he mused and looked at her with a quizzical expression.
āI simply knew you wouldnāt listen to me.ā Camilla gave him a soft poke in the ribs. āAnd Edward told me about your new girlfriendā¦ā With lightheartedness she told him about her call at Sandringham House and how sheād hoped heād come. It was wonderful to chatter and cuddle and kiss and make up for the missed days. After a while they exchanged Christmas presents - they hadnāt really talked about it, but both of them had something for the other. Camilla received a lovely light blue silk scarf and a pair of whopping diamond earrings that sheād probably never be able to wear, though they were immensely beautiful and she loved them so very much. Sheād gotten Charles a new record and a Barbour jacket, so that heād finally get rid of his old one. The last time heād worn it heād been soaking wet because it had so many patches. Her presents felt a bit lousy compared to Charlesā, but she knew he loved them and that was the main thing. This Christmas was very far from perfect, but with Charles in her arms and the laughter they shared, this Boxing Day finally felt like Christmas, no matter what tomorrow would bring.