"Sir?" a voice echoed through my room as I looked around to try to remember where I had ended up last night.

"Sir, this is Martin, please open the door," my Private Secretary's voice finally made its way to my ears and the fog cleared from before my eyes and I got up to unlock the door to my hotel room.

"What is it, Martin? That too at the crack of dawn," I groaned, unlocking the door and walking back to my nightstand to find my phone as he walked into the room and drew the curtains out to let the sunlight in.

"It is 11AM, Sir," he corrected as he walked to the kitchen station to get me an aspirin and a glass of water.

"Whatever. What is it that you want with me? Today is my day off."

"His Majesty has asked for an audience with you," he revealed, "the Royal Jet is on its way and I do not think you wish to meet him looking like...this," he said while looking me up and down.

At his words, I got up to catch my reflection in the mirror and goodness, did I look like a mess. Memories from last night were very foggy but that is usually how great nights go, so it must've been worth waking up with this hangover.

"What does he want with me now? Did I end up on the news again?"

"No, Sir. It is not about your slipups this time," Martin assured, "he has asked an audience with you and Prince Alexander. He wishes to discuss your royal roles, from what I've heard."

"What royal roles?" I asked as I put on the crumbled black shirt I was wearing last night and ran my hands through my hair to comb them to normality, "I thought my only royal role was to 'stay out of the spotlight', according to my last conversation with him."

"There have been...escalations back at the Kingdom," Martin answered, "the civilians have been unhappy with how The Throne has been operating for the past years and the King believes getting the princes more involved with the civilians will help them regain faith in the monarchy."

"Well the civilians wouldn't be the only ones unhappy with the way this monarchy works," I scoffed, "they still like to act like we're in the 17th Century or something, this was bound to happen someday."

"Sir," Martin interjected, "might I suggest holding back from speaking in such a manner when you are with His Majesty? The last time you two had spoken...it did not go too well and you were sent back here, far from home. If you do wish to take over the Royal Business someday, this might be the time to rebuild your trust with the King and not agitate him. Show him you are worthy of it."

"He is my father, Martin," I reminded, "I might not be the heir to the Throne but he knows he is to give me reigns to the Royal Business if he is to keep his current Queen happy."

Before Martin could say anything else, another knock followed as the door opened to reveal a Royal guard stood outside.

"The Royal jet for His Royal Highness, Prince Adrian, has arrived," he announced, curtsying as Martin sighed and gestured for them to grab my half-packed suitcase before leading the way to the Aston Martin Vanquish waiting outside, ready to take me to the airport, where the jet would take me back home...to Hell.

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"Hey, you're back," Lady Madeira greeted as her husband, Lord Henry, walked into their living room, "look who's on the phone with me."

The Lord smiled as he walked over to his beloved wife, kissing her forehead before turning to her phone screen, where his little sister, Audrey was beaming back at him.

"Hello, brother," Audrey grinned as Henry settled down next to Madeira so the two could speak with her together, "long time no see."

"Only because you prefer to call Maddie more than me now, Poodles," Henry teased, knowing his sister despised that nickname.

"And this is exactly why," Audrey glared through the screen, "you know I hate that nickname and yet you call me that."

"I know you hate that nickname and that is exactly why I call you that, baby sister," Henry consitnued teasing.

"Okay enough," Madeira interjected, "stop before you two start knawing at each other through the screen. Addie, what did you wish to tell us?"

"Oh right," Audrey sat up straight and started looking through her drawers as the couple on the other side of the screen exchanged confused looks.

"What are you looking for?"

"My tickets," Adurey answered her brother.

"Tickets?"

"To Velescva," she answered as the couple looked at her, surprised.

"You're coming home?" Madeira questioned with a grin.

"Yes, I am," she answered as she held up her flight tickets to show them as proof, "I was missing home too much and I already missed your anniversary, I do not wish to miss Thanksgiving and Christmas too."

"You mean you missed the two of us," Henry corrected with a smirk as both the girls rolled their eyes at him.

"No, I missed the private pool you have at your mansion. My dorm does not have it and I miss my midnight swims. I miss your pool," Audrey joked.

"Oh, I'm so ecstatic to have you back, Addie!" Madeira spoke happily, "you haven't been home in over a year now."

"Why did you not tell me about wanting to come home? I'm sure I could've convinced the King to let the Royal Jet get you," Henry questioned as Audrey sighed at his words.

"I don't need the Royal jet, Henry," she said, "I do not need all my friends and faculty here to know I'm partially Royalty somewhere. The spotlight isn't meant for me and that's why you're the one looking over our estates."

"Oh and it has nothing to do with the fact that I am older, huh?"

"Everyone knows I'm still the better Fletcher, Henry," Audrey joked as the three shared a laugh before finally hanging up as Audrey headed to the airport to board a flight to take her back home...to her family.