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Beatrice felt something pink filling up the Kensington Palace days ago. Now she even could saw these imaginary pink bubbles in the air.
Under these numerous bubbles sat her brother Prince Henry, with an unconscious bright smile on the face, he just concentrated on buttering so carefully his toast, then he even spread the strawberry jam in a heart shape.
"Hen, how are you keeping today and the trip last week?"
No reply, Henry was still crafting his jam.
"Hen? Henry?" After she called his name third time, Henry had heard it finally.
"Oh yeah, Bea! Sorry, I was distracted by…“ First time today morning he cast his glance a bit farther, saw around the breakfast table and tried to point something in a fluster.“By the cheese. Yeh, distracted by the cheese." showed another smirk.
"And is it Brie de Meaux.“ he asked the servant standing by.
"No, sir. It is Kaltbach."
"Damn" although still sounded with a laugh in it. He grinned without reason again then started to butter the second toast even though he did not start to eat the first piece. Beatrice swore she just observed another outbreak of the imaginary bubbles gushing out of Henry's blonde head.
"Hen." Beatrice still tried to reach her brother again.
"Oh Bea, so sorry!" Henry was drawn into reality in the end, "I mean what is your question?"
"How was the Summit in Germany about windmills?"
"Fine, bien, excellent I mean. Tall and strong as Eiffel Tower." another uncontrollable smile.
"I beg you pardon."
"Oh,I mean powerful. The windmills are powerful, definitely my…our future for energy.“ then Henry lowed the eyes, put the toast in mouth and avoided biting the jam part, as he wanted to bite a heart out of it. Beatrice observed that he looked at his heart-shape toast, smirked again and face rapidly turned to red. She smelt something suspicious, extremely suspicious.
The another omen came at night: Mr. Wobbles disappeared again.
Last time was three days ago, as usual, Beatrice headed direct to Henry's Suite but surprisedly found David and Wobbles just playing in corridor. She asked the servant standing in front of the locked door, „Where is Henry?"
„Your highness, Prince Henry has already slept."
Beatrix checked the Grandfather clock standing in corridor, nearly 9 p.m.. Her brother, the world-class insomniac, went to sleep at 9 p.m.?
"You must be joking!“
"Prince Henry has a pretty stable routine these days, ma'am.“
Even for now Beatrice still could not believe that lie during her rush to Henry’s room.
But nothing was there tonight, neither David nor Mr. Wobbles were there. The servant just told her that Henry was out with the dog and cat this night while would return for breakfast next morning.
Too many strange things in too short time, Beatrice rolled her eyes and walked back to her own Suite.
Then she found the weirdest thing tonight.
Through the arcs in corridor she saw that one Suite was lit in guest quarters and a cat-form shadow just sat by windows.
No one told her that they have guest today, especially guests who stolen her cat.
When Beatrice approached the door, some music fled from the Suite. "Young and beautiful by Lana Del Rey?“she could not hold to talk to herself, "looks like pretty antique but rude guests I have tonight." then she pressed the code and opened door.
Instantly Beatrice thought if she worked for some tabloid she just got her Pulitzer Prize moment.
Henry, wearing a piece of oversized copper tank top, with one hand holding Cornetto and closed eyes, was dancing with the music in a pretty clumsy way, half quickstep half waltz.
If she made a photo now, this photo could make her rich, notorious but rich and paid her whole remain life.
„Hen?“ Beatrice spoke to him carefully.
Henry found he was invaded.
"Sh--. Sorry Bea.“ Henry immediately put the Cornetto in a bowl on the table,“ I do not mean that!" wrapped a pyjama around his body and looked at Beatrice frightened, "What could i do for you?“ then slapped the laptop's screen down, but Beatrice still recognised the writing page of email from Kensington Palace.
David was frightened too and barked several times while Mr. Wobbles jumped off and rushed to Beatrice.
"you slept in guest quarter these days?" She bent down to reach her cat.
"Just from yesterday, I recently found the modernism in guest quarters help me to sleep better." Henry spoke awkwardly.
"And dancing and eating ice cream at midnight?"
"Just some relaxing exercise before sleep.“ with a timid and begging voice. Beatrice felt her brother was more like a cat than the one she was holding now.
"I see, Hen. I definitely do not want to dig your privacy. I just come to take Mr. Wobbles.“ Beatrice gave a smirk to Henry, held the cat and turned to the main door of the Suite. She now generally knew there was a THING but did not want to force Henry to talk something unwillingly as Philip.
"Bea, it is Alex." Henry rapidly threw the words out.
Wow! Surprising but logical.
"We find out that he somehow accept me and like me.“ Henry lowed his head and focused his eyes on ground while his ears turned to bright red.
"And he might want to own me momentarily.“ He continued to murmur nearly as a whisper.
"Oh, Hen, this is sweet.“ Beatrice was indeed glad.
"I know one day he would also get tired, move on and leave, but I could keep some part of him." He looked up at her and rubbed the tank top lightly then held Beatrix's hands. “For now I could not be more happy.“ Henry smiled joyfully with tears, so satisfied, so heartbreaking.
Beatrice realised that this was the first time Henry told her his romance so earnestly. In the past Henry would just name some boy as mate to her, others were even not mentioned. She also noticed some relationships of Henry by herself, and all of them were ended quite miserably and kicked her brother in a devastating cocoon phase.
But this time, she could feel something definitely different, Beatrice sincerely wished the result could be some new history.
„Hen, I am really happy for your two."
End