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Sure, fine, whatever!
Duncan
What does that mean?
Nessa
Don’t bother getting your things. Send one of your minions.
Duncan
I’m sorry you feel that way. Let’s talk when I’m back
Nessa
No talking. I’m done. I refuse to have you fuck other girls!!!
FUCK OFF
The conversation abruptly ends, indicating the royal couple broke up.
Neither side has confirmed the accuracy of these texts, but the collective known as End Royal Welfare online claims these are real. Given that neither camp has denied these messages, many speculate they are attributable to the couple.
The palace has issued no statement, but insiders claim things are icy between Her Majesty Queen Natalie and her only child. The Prince has been noted for his hard-partying ways and womanizing. And, lately, he’s been seen with another girl—always younger—every night.
Lady LeRoux has yet to issue a statement and appears barricaded in the Kensington home she shares with her fiancé, tech mogul Paolo Sartori. Her wedding is set for January 9th at St. Paul’s Cathedral.Tatlerhas called it the “society wedding of the year” and it is expected to have a star-studded guest list.
While the palace never confirmed the relationship between Lady LeRoux and The Prince of Wales, it is speculated they dated for nearly a decade before ending things two years ago. Insiders suggest the breakup hastened the prince’s downward spiral into even more womanizing and bad behavior.
Her Majesty and her camp have a mess on their hands. The monarchy’s future couldn’t be more precarious. Any royal goodwill that existed for the playboy prince has evaporated. People have wondered if he will ever settle down. Right now, all he does is run around with models, actresses, and society women. He is the last of his generation to marry. One wonders just how Her Majesty puts up with him.
Now the question is... will anyone be willing to settle for him?
PART ONE
THE WAYWARD PRINCE
1
THE PRODIGAL SON
DUNCAN
John McGuire, my private secretary, banged the door. He insisted I must appear at the Palace to discuss urgent matters. I dressed casually, fearing a matter of foreign affairs had broken down due to our ineffectual government. He advised that stolen years-old texts circulated online and that every news giant was about to run them.
I braced for impact. Or, rather, for my mother’s wrath.
At the palace, I was taken immediately to my mother’s sitting room, but she was absent. This was worse than I anticipated. Among the ornate hand-picked wallpaper, period furnishings, and pictures of glorious family, it was myfatherwho began.
Now in his early eighties, he was too old for this shit. The dread and remorse hit. As he laid the news at my feet, my emotions left me only with sheer embarrassment.
“Dad, I can explain these things. This was a fight. I didn’t cheat on her. She and I… she was at fault.”
“You verbally abusing her doesn’t help any case you may have made,” Dad said. “It makes you look like a prick. Which, if you called her a bitch, you were.”
I groaned.
“Don’t throw a fit. You are thirty-seven years old. Your mother and I are not getting any younger. We have been waiting for more than a decade for you to grow the fuck up—me more than your mother. She is alwayssopatient with you. She needn’t be.”
