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Authors: Mia Caldwell
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Calm down. Clearly, I have no idea what it is you're talking about or I'd be as... fluttery as you. So please take a few breaths and tell me what is going on.”
Celia shoved her tablet in Cat's face with a shaking hand, and when Cat saw the headline, she collapsed into the chair in front of her vanity.
Royal Prince Steps Out on Fiancée with Unknown American!
Catriona looked up at Celia with the wide eyes of a deer caught in the headlights of a Mac truck. From the look on Celia's face, her usual lust for gossip had been hampered by the personal connection this particular bit had to her own life. Cat looked at Celia for some sort of lifeline.
“Is this true? Or is this just some made-up scandal by an internet smut rag? Surely it’s made up. This must be one of those—what is it called? Photo-shop things?”
Celia shook her head vehemently, tears welling in her eyes. Dalvana had always prided itself on its lack of scandal, and its commitment to the old ways of conducting themselves as a royal family—not like those trashy British royals who were in and out of the tabloids, or worse, the royal family of Monaco, who were one step above trailer trash in her estimation.
For generations, while the royals of Dalvana had been joined through arranged marriages, they had been happy. They had loved each other, and if they hadn't loved each other, they had at least respected one another and put on a good face in public. Cheating was never even considered, let alone acted upon. And while Alexander and Whitney may not have been married yet, it wouldn't change anything about the way the citizens would react to this when word officially got out.
“This isn't one of my gossip sites, my Queen. It's a slightly more reputable news site from the States, and they have... a lot of pictures.”
Cat slumped down in her chair, her head in her hand, not even remotely prepared for the tawdriness of the pictures, let alone an entire article full of her son’s disgrace. With a sigh of defeat, she reached out a hand for Celia's device.
“Just let me read it. I might as well get it over with.”
The first picture Cat saw was of Alexander in casual wear, the kind of clothes he never got away with wearing when he was on diplomatic missions. He had a girl in his arms, a young black woman, a very pretty girl in a carefree and voluptuous sort of way, but a girl who was without a doubt not the poised, pale and near-skeletal Whitney.
Alexander was kissing her on the head, and even with his sunglasses on, even with only half of his face visible, Cat could tell that her son was blissful with this girl in his arms.
Catriona looked at Celia, and she could tell they were both thinking the same thing.
Alex never looked happy. Dutiful, strained, and put-upon, yes. Polite, bored, distracted, and diplomatic, yes. But happy? Euphoric? Never.
But he did in these pictures.
When Cat started reading the article, she felt her stomach drop. She could practically hear the phone ringing in her husband's office.
Parisians were shocked today when they saw Prince Alexander of Dalvana snuggling up to a woman who WASN'T his royal fiancée, Whitney Bishop-St.Claire of Estia. Spotted in the famous Jardin des Plantes, the popular prince was seen embracing a mysterious woman with an American accent.
Prince Alexander's actual fiancée, Whitney Bishop-St.Claire, is also currently in Paris for the premiere of her first clothing line at Fashion Week. Word from the scene is that the line was a huge hit and attended by some of the most popular fashion insiders!
We've reached out to the Royal Family of Dalvana for comment and haven't heard back... More news as it develops.
Catriona set the tablet on her lap and looked up at Celia with a look of pure exhaustion.
“Is any of this true? Did anyone contact us for comment?”
Celia shook her head sadly.
“I haven't heard anything. And I put in a call to the press secretary to see if they know anything about this woman.
Celia shoved her tablet in Cat's face with a shaking hand, and when Cat saw the headline, she collapsed into the chair in front of her vanity.
Royal Prince Steps Out on Fiancée with Unknown American!
Catriona looked up at Celia with the wide eyes of a deer caught in the headlights of a Mac truck. From the look on Celia's face, her usual lust for gossip had been hampered by the personal connection this particular bit had to her own life. Cat looked at Celia for some sort of lifeline.
“Is this true? Or is this just some made-up scandal by an internet smut rag? Surely it’s made up. This must be one of those—what is it called? Photo-shop things?”
Celia shook her head vehemently, tears welling in her eyes. Dalvana had always prided itself on its lack of scandal, and its commitment to the old ways of conducting themselves as a royal family—not like those trashy British royals who were in and out of the tabloids, or worse, the royal family of Monaco, who were one step above trailer trash in her estimation.
For generations, while the royals of Dalvana had been joined through arranged marriages, they had been happy. They had loved each other, and if they hadn't loved each other, they had at least respected one another and put on a good face in public. Cheating was never even considered, let alone acted upon. And while Alexander and Whitney may not have been married yet, it wouldn't change anything about the way the citizens would react to this when word officially got out.
“This isn't one of my gossip sites, my Queen. It's a slightly more reputable news site from the States, and they have... a lot of pictures.”
Cat slumped down in her chair, her head in her hand, not even remotely prepared for the tawdriness of the pictures, let alone an entire article full of her son’s disgrace. With a sigh of defeat, she reached out a hand for Celia's device.
“Just let me read it. I might as well get it over with.”
The first picture Cat saw was of Alexander in casual wear, the kind of clothes he never got away with wearing when he was on diplomatic missions. He had a girl in his arms, a young black woman, a very pretty girl in a carefree and voluptuous sort of way, but a girl who was without a doubt not the poised, pale and near-skeletal Whitney.
Alexander was kissing her on the head, and even with his sunglasses on, even with only half of his face visible, Cat could tell that her son was blissful with this girl in his arms.
Catriona looked at Celia, and she could tell they were both thinking the same thing.
Alex never looked happy. Dutiful, strained, and put-upon, yes. Polite, bored, distracted, and diplomatic, yes. But happy? Euphoric? Never.
But he did in these pictures.
When Cat started reading the article, she felt her stomach drop. She could practically hear the phone ringing in her husband's office.
Parisians were shocked today when they saw Prince Alexander of Dalvana snuggling up to a woman who WASN'T his royal fiancée, Whitney Bishop-St.Claire of Estia. Spotted in the famous Jardin des Plantes, the popular prince was seen embracing a mysterious woman with an American accent.
Prince Alexander's actual fiancée, Whitney Bishop-St.Claire, is also currently in Paris for the premiere of her first clothing line at Fashion Week. Word from the scene is that the line was a huge hit and attended by some of the most popular fashion insiders!
We've reached out to the Royal Family of Dalvana for comment and haven't heard back... More news as it develops.
Catriona set the tablet on her lap and looked up at Celia with a look of pure exhaustion.
“Is any of this true? Did anyone contact us for comment?”
Celia shook her head sadly.
“I haven't heard anything. And I put in a call to the press secretary to see if they know anything about this woman.
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