Tracy was glad to be on her way home. The day was long, and all she craved was the strawberry frosty she currently was devouring. “The bank in New York is almost finished.” She spoke to her driver Davis. He was her father’s driver, and after the assassination felt it was his duty to be her’s. 

Davis was like a uncle and after the shooting he became her best friend. The talks and cries they had while driving meant so much to her, because it helped her get through the beginning of her rule.

“Does this mean a trip to the states is coming up?”

“Yeah, I just wish my mother would come. This is a plan dad set in motion long before I came into the picture.” She looked out the window as they pulled up to the house. 

After the assassination, Tracy her and her mother to  different part of St. David. The new location had their gate two miles from the house, and the distance was filled with forest trees. To say Tracy got paranoid would be an understatement. 

“You never know, she might have a good week.” 

“I’m just praying for a good day. You got my bags?” 

“I wouldn’t allow you to get them.” 

Tracy smiled as she exited the blacked out SUV. The first thing she wanted to do was get in the bath, and lay in her bed naked. If she had enough strength she might pull out her rose bud. However, when she walked through the doors her plans came to a halt 

“At 37 you decide to be single, produce no heir, and freeze your eggs. Your father helped save this economy from collapsing more than once. Not to mention, a commoner I almost lost all my titles for, and you dare to end it now.” 

Prudence, her mother, was beyond heated and she could tell. 

“That’s not what I’m doing. The company is flourishing more than ever.” 

“You think that is all that is expected from you? Silly child, I raised you better than that. King and Queen, family they may be but if you do not produce an heir they will have to pass the business to another family, and this family has given too much for you to be that naive.” 

Tracy held back her tears. To go years without getting an simple conversation to this, she didn’t know is she was happy crying, or upset she decided to use her energy to scold her. 

Growing up being an only child meant that Tracy had to find other siblings, and luckily she had a aunt popping babies out more than her mother. Arianna came down the line a little after than Tracy, so it was only fitting that the two of them had a big/little sister relationship. Tracy tried to share whatever knowledge she could about being women in power. For her, the road had been covered with loss and death. First her father, and then her husband. With the news of her freezing her eggs hitting the internet she knew it wouldn’t be long before her uncle paid her a visit. 

Ever since her husband passed he was the next male in line until she remarried. Uncle Christopher was cunning, and would have his daughter as princess if he could. However, becoming the Duke was on his mind and it was clear after the meeting they had earlier. 

“About time.” She giggled, already tipsy. She closed out a bar that was lowkey, and called her cousin to meet her for drinks.”I thought about waiting for you, but couldn’t.” She cracked up laughing. 

Tracy Velour, well respected, loved all around The United Kingdom, comes from a family that has always been close to the crown. If you were to go down the line far enough, one of her great grandfathers was the Queen’s hand. Their families wealth came from running the banks, and that family wealth continued down to Tracy. The Late and Great Duke Thomas Velour was assassinated almost a decade ago. The public thinks they know the ins and outs of The Black Elite, but the secret hate some families have for each other is kept secret. The killer was never found, but with her mother falling into a depression the throne was given to her. Tracy was dealing with her own grief, but being an only child meant it couldn’t go to anyone else. At the time the tradition of arranged marriages was said to be forgotten, but like always the BE (Black Elite) couldn’t have a woman in power without a spouse attached to her. So, they played it like she was courted and they’d known each other since middle school. It took a minute for her to fall for him, and just when she was about to cancer took him from her.