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[pigtailedgirl]

[cyberdva]

The Haunting Of Queen Mary's Castle-  C.B  ~P.1☆

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Summary: Sam and Colby had the bright idea to drag their friends to Scotland, and where would the perfect video location be? How about Queen Mary’s haunted castle? It didn’t help that aspiring physic, Y/N wasn’t too happy to head out of the country, but Colby was there to help. And maybe he wanted something more than being there to help her. Could the spirits be on his side for once?

Word Count: 4k

Date Uploaded:  8/31/20

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This fic is from the vault. I wrote this around January of this year, I start school again in two days and the work and stress load is going to be horrible, especially with it being half in person, half online. I hope to get some more creativity back when more pressure is put on me. I have plenty of ideas with just not enough passion and time. It’ll trickle back one day.

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“Holy Shit…” Colby held his camera closer to his chest as he walked closer towards the breathtaking Neidpath Castle. It’s aura seemed to engulf the curiosity of the young man. His friends splurged on a ten hour trip to Scotland for a quick Youtube video series, he knew near the end, half of them would be begging to go home. The comical routine played its key role in every single episode, no matter what the occasion was. It did make good money to be completely honest. Although, that wasn’t the main focus of their careers. He found himself under a tall bridge-like banister connecting its way to the entire estate. Next to him was his long time roommate, Corey. He sported a bright yellow hoodie in large contrast with Colby’s black one. It was sort of funny, each of his friends had a unique personality, yet connected so well. Of course, they were wearing their own merch. It helped the sales go up, not to mention it was awfully comfortable. A perk to the business if you say.

“And we thought the church was cool…” Sam, Colby’s best friend and other handler of the videography series on their channel, gaped in front of him. This place was bigger than any other private plot they’ve ever visited! It was a couple thousand dollars to rent out for the night, but with the palace’s history it was born to make a hefty income.

“We have this all to ourselves!” Colby nudged Sam, he handed the camera off to his friend Jake, who was talking a mile a minute to the other attendees. A new face poked out of the regular bunch.

“Are you gonna catch me when I get scared, Y/N?” Jake stuck his face in the view of the content woman. Her persona seemed quite drained due to the long trip. She was partially new to the Youtube platform, especially with ghost hunting. Not like Y/N was easily frightened, unlike her friends, it just wasn’t her go to for a cheap thrill. Nerves were indefinitely strained, since it was the first time out with the entire group. Nothing Jake couldn’t fix.

Her laugh trickled out blissfully, ”Wouldn’t Tara get jealous? You don't want to get on her bad side? Do you?” He quickly shook his head and gave a hesitant reply with his sheepish smile.

“We get this all to ourselves?” Colby queried. This place was double the size of the Trap House by far, they had to be scared shitless by the time they left. There had to be some sort of restrictions or a down sided catch to it all.

“Did you do any research on this place?” Y/N  slid up behind the unfocused main man, a small quirk to her. Colby jumped a smidge in light shock. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be genuinely interested with the property. Colby mentally cursed for being so jumpy.

“Jesus Y/N, you scared the shit out me.” He replied, not answering the girl’s question. Y/N met Sam and Colby way back in highschool. Each of them slithered their way into the other’s channels and have made frequent appearances. They definitely weren’t strangers, even though it seemed that way with fans. Y/N had more paranormal encounters out of all of the boys, despite a bit of distaste towards the topic. She was lugged around on long adventures to help them with videos. Some of her videos ranged from ‘‘accidentally’ joining a cult to “selling her soul”. She was the wicca-pedia they needed to not get possessed each trip.

“Ok pussy.” She walked off to talk to Corey, the pair oddly all had a strong connection from somewhere, and Colby sighed as to quickly put on his cheery online persona once more.

Sam waved up at a vacant window as the group, “Hello!” The woman replied unknowingly and aroused quite a shock of embarrassment. A faint giggling came from the couple in the back, “No,no, I do it better.” Corey got a hold of herself, “A Ra-Ta-Ta-tah.” The two burst back into their ceremonial laughs and briefed on about some TikToks they watched on the remotely silent ride from the airport. 

Sam turned back around to see the shorter woman. Notwithstanding her first place in line, “How is he gonna get a kiss kiss? Very ugly to me!” The duo rounded up to each other and laughed on their way up the trail, leaving the others confused and focused on talking to the groundskeeper.

“I’m assuming you are the caretaker of this?” The blonde one waved more at the older woman. She seemed more on the reserved side and peeled her eyes at the sight of a camera. A lovely addition to the already uncomfortable scene.

The woman gracefully approached Sam, “Yes, Yes I am. My name is Katrina.” Sam went on with the lady into a dark back door. The young adults glanced on in uncertainty. 

“Yo, why are they going off by themselves?” Colby asked Jake. The first rule of all of their videos was not to go off by yourself. Bad shit always follows. “He literally was like-”

“He’s been looking at her ass like all day.” Jake joked back, Corey attentively diverted himself from Y/N to get a jump in on whatever that conversation had morphed to.

“That’s whatever the fuck he was doing.” They all snickered and continued on with the inappropriate jokes. Editing this would be like a field day to Reggie.

“Is Kat gonna think…” Colby looked around jokingly, getting another round of laughter from the friends.

“I don’t know..” Colby softly replied. He pressed on to dumbfoundedly impersonate Sam’s girlfriend, “Oh it’s not cheating if he’s not in the same country.”

“It’s sexual relations Jake.” Y/N whispered at him. They continued to poke fun out of the cougar-lady, but her and Sam rushed back soon enough. Just in time to ask questions. 

“Uh, that was pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Sam pulled everyone aside with a smug look on his face. He honestly always had one of those. The blank stares that were thrown back at him weren’t what he expected. 

“Uh Sam what does that mean.” Jake chuckled. He looked around at everyone not able to catch on. The seriousness of the situation began to settle as everyone genuinely thought Sam could have done some weird shit with that groundskeeper.

“All I have say is that was quick man…” Colby scraped some gunk off of her nails while waiting for following instructions.

Sam obviously didn’t understand, “To fill you guys in I had to learn, kind of, where all the specific light switches were. I didn’t even look around. I just kinda looked at the ground until she saw.”

“You were like that’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” Colby turned the camera to focus on him and Jake mocking Sam’s slight happiness by seeing fancy rocks.

“It was only the stairs!” Sam said defeatedly, he didn’t want to spoil the real first looks.”That’s just giving you a little hint, but um, I asked her if she could you know fill us in on some of the information of, likewise castles here, the hauntings or any deaths and she said she knows some information.”

“Oh cool…” Colby was already quite unenthusiastic about this idea anyways. Katrina retreated out of the building quickly with keys in her hand. She sprinted over to all of them.

“Look it’s Sam’s new girlfriend!” Y/N cheered. Sam spun his head around, probably pulling a muscle in the process. The pure look of utter horror could not be more hysterical. Sam became flustered with a loss for words, his face tinted with a light shade of pink. Before he could muster up any sort of retort Katrina, the groundlady, came jogging back to the group.

“What’s some of the backstory about this castle?” Jake asked, he spun some rings around in his hand. Paying no mind to the other plot line adhering to his right.

“This castle was built in the second half of the 14th-Century, but there was another castle built before that in here. That was built in 110,so uh.” Few ‘Wows’ and ‘Oohs’ cut her off. “That was quite a while ago, but the Neidpath was built by the Family Of Fraser’s and they built a Buddha made castle. This one was burned down by the English army. After a guy named Simon Fraser, who’s the cousin of Braveheart, was captured and executed and that’s why the Buddha made the castle was burned to the ground. Another family built this castle, which was besieged in 1650 by the Cromwellian army. Legend says that this was the only stronghold of the Scottish borders which actually withstanded the siege. Whether it’s true or not, we don’t know, but what we do want you to know is that one-third of the castle collapsed, non-existing anymore.” She spoke with absolute passion. The place had so much rich history, the surrounding observers listened with extreme intent, not to miss one sentence in case it may help their investigation.

Colby raised his eyebrows at this question, “One-third of it?”

Katrina continued on, “Because of the siege. We do have a dungeon in the castle as well.” Everyone went silent.

“A dungeon?!” Jake nearly dropped a silver band he was picking on by the mention of this. His personality perked up and suddenly the whole crowd was uplifted. Finding weird places in “abandoned” areas is always a plus side, but this tops all of it.

“Guys shut up!” Y/N whacked Jake with her phone, he stuck his tongue out while rubbing his shoulder. She didn’t want to leave too bad of a first impression. It would be mortifying if something went wrong and the owner already hates you.

“Is there a dragon?” Corey brought everyone back to the topic of the castle, he didn’t want to be there a minute longer, but in this group you just do what you’re told and shut your mouth.

“We do have quite a big colony of bats under the roof, so I’m not sure if you really want to go down there Mister.” The group laughed and groaned at Katrina’s statement. Running into bats could be the worst thing to encounter.

Corey nodded in response, “So there are dragons.”

The history went on, “It was quite widely used during the 14th and 15th century because that was the only reason for the whole county.” The darker side of it all became slowly prevalent. It wasn’t just a posh place the others expected it to be. 

“Prison?” Sam posed. This just got a lot weirder than they all expected.

“Yes. You’ll be able to get into it because there is this rough opening through, which was made in the 17th century, but before that the only entrance to the dungeon was through the trap door from the guards. I should have shown you that, but I’m not going to. You’ll find it by yourself.

“Oh god…” Colby rubbed the bridge between his nose, an inevitable  headache was beginning to form.

Sam tittered, “Are we just going to fall through? Is that ok?” He got no proper answer, which set his worries on the run.

“So, the last prisoner was there in 1594, I think. We know there was a teenage boy like a 14 year old boy who was just pick pocketing people and he ended up here. The note didn’t say that he actually came out of there again.”

“Like meaning it’s haunted?” Colby preyed on.

“Uh, it is haunted!” Katrina stated blandly.

“Fun for us!” Y/N shrugged to hide her panic. Colby glanced at her. He sensed her anxiousness, he didn’t want her to be upset. Definitely not in the shitty environment. Of course, he cared for her, he just didn’t know how to open up and tell her. Would this really be the place?

“We do have our own one. Her name is Jean Douglas. She died in 1750, she was the daughter of one of the owners of the castle and she died of a broken heart.” The mood fell, a breeze pulled through and messed with the mics. Leaving just a sprinkle of static in the footage. Just in time.

“She was engaged to a young man, but he wasn't wealthy enough to win her family over, so he went abroad to win his fortune and fame and because he was away for far too long she went really sickly and pale and she didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep, so she was really frail when he finally came. When he was riding his horse through the archway she was at the window and he failed to recognize her because she was so altered and broke her heart and she died on the spot.”

The group had a silent reaction to the news, not knowing how to react.

“Ever since then she is walking through the castle being very tall, very gray, very pale looking, weeping.”

“What’s her name again?”

“Jean.” A tiny shiver racked through Sam’s body. He didn’t tell anyone. Just not to set anyone off. Now he really didn’t want to face this spirit.

“Have you ever seen Jean?” Y/N asked, trying her best not to be insensitive with the approach. These things are held really close to some people. Their experiences could be life changing, for others it could most certainly be a lot different.

“No, but I do have ghostbusters coming in several times a year and I asked what was the best recording ever and they were like ‘We got brilliant ones of screams.” 

“Ah..”

“And I was like inside of the castle. I’m here sometimes on my own in the middle of the night at midnight, one, two, three o’clock. When I have to lock up after the events and such. Do I really want to do that with screams in my head? No I don’t, I said no.”

“Alright sounds like it’s a nice haunted Scottish castle.” Sam tried his best to play off his uncomfortable feelings with humor. It did not work.

“I’m going to do the dungeon now. I’m not telling you what I’m going to do now and then the place will be yours” Katrina headed back into the castle with an odd vibe. 

“So, she’s gonna make us fall down the trap door, wow.” Jake leaned in for slight commentary.

“How much do you want to bet that we’re going to die?” Y/N grabbed her backpack to locate her wallet and pulled out a twenty.

“I bet 15.” Corey grabbed his wallet too.

“Guy, that is so sad though…” Colby came into the center of all of them, “Ok, that story. Imagine your husband comes home on a little horse and you're in this window, literally right there and then you die on the spot because he's like ‘Who’s that?’ It’s a tall, frail old lady that’s crying everywhere.” Colby clung to his sweatshirt, “Oh that’s so creepy!”

“Colby if you ever do that to me you’ll have to go back to VidCon alone again.” Y/N was putting in her best bet and threw a five at him. “You can use that for your ticket.” He blushed, just like Sam moments before.

Sam added more commentary from behind the camera, “They’ve heard screams within the castle.” Katrina came right back out with her deafening personality, handed the keys to Sam and hopped right back in her small, blue car, and left with no exchange of words.

“She creeps me out.” Jake in discomfort. To be fair, she is a creepy ass old lady who owns a castle in the middle of nowhere.

Corey turned away from the groundskeeper's car and shrugged off his jitters, "So we have a castle to ourselves...”

“This is amazing!” Sam couldn’t contain his excitement.

“No Shit. I still can’t grasp why you all buyout expensive stuff like a castle.” Y/N gripped the abundance of bet money and slid it all bad into her bag.

Colby inspected the property more in depth, as if he was waiting for a ghoul to poke out at any given time, “This is where we’re staying tonight.” With a grand motion upwards Sam panned the camera up and down.

“And you guys...” Sam pulled the camera away from the stronghold and directed the frame to the rest of his friends,”..have not even seen the inside at all.”

“I know, I know.” Colby pulled his beanie down his head, the enlightened sun seemed to cascade into the clouds with a faint breeze.

“Let’s go find our cottage, get ourselves completely set up and ready for the night. Take some pictures before sun down and then go into the castle, because like we can’t lose this sunset and we got to figure this out.” Sam did some weird hand movements in front of the camera and handed it off to the other’s opinions.

Colby nodded his head up and down in agreement,” Yeah definitely.” Jake wandered around with a rock and for the most part everyone said eye to eye.

“Unfair treatment. I wanted to go in now.” Y/N gave a side glance to Sam and Corey brushed his hand over her playfully. She walked back into frame,“All I gotta say is, Colby Brock Hot Edits.” Colby walked up next to her with a shit-eating grin in approval. Who doesn’t love Colby Brock edits?”

“Shut up, you’re just jealous that there’s no Y/N L/N hot edits for you.” He playfully jabbed back at her with a growing flutter in his stomach. He fucking hated that feeling to no end, but it was such a drug. Only when she was around.

“Alright let’s go, I’m bored as shit.” Jake came back with his new pet rock and put his arm around Corey. Sam cut the camera and went down the forked path. Right down the road was a cottage for visitors.

“Hey Y/N,” Colby came jogging up to the colleen, “Did you see any weird stuff yet?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a symptom of his bashfulness, he began to rethink his uncolorful wording in his sentence. He just had the sudden urge to go up to her and she wasn’t complaining one bit.

She looked over at him, “No, not yet. I just got really put-off by that lady. She just was so…” Her eyes connected with his and a glistening highlight overcame the peaking iris. The words weren’t verbally there, but he understood what was there.

Sam cut her off, “Dude. Look how big this place is.” It was rationally smaller than their house back in LA, but it was sizable for an ancient brick living space.

Jake made the most commotion out of the seven, “Whoever is first picks where they sleep!” He dashed ahead of the group and everyone picked up speed, almost dropping the rock he just adopted.

“I think there’s only like three beds.” Sam panted. No one paid much mind to him and kept running. They all toppled into the door and Corey unlocked it, which left the rest to run up to a room. Jake took the first one to the left, Sam tumbled into the one across. A room had a small couch for Corey and last, but not least…

“Looks like we’re bunking L/N.”

“Fuck you Brock.”

Sam peaked his head in, “Guys, we have film some shots of the place. Come on.” The three made it to the living room where all and sundry were. Sam grabbed his camera and got everyone in shot.

“What?!” With grand motions each person stood up in their acts of shock. Even though it had been there for a solid five minutes the audience always has to be entertained.

Colby turned around, “Yo! We got a TV too!” A small Toshiba was put on a step stool. It would probably gain no use tonight anyways. It looked like a piece of crap too, thank god for Youtube.

They all got up from their seats and went to uncover the rest of the place, “This is nice, very cool.” Colby led them into Corey’s room. A huge bed frame was around a pink canopy bed. Old photos and paintings of the fortress were hung evenly around the perimeter. Sam went through the rest of the rooms and told everyone to head off and get ready.

The guys took cold showers and Y/N soaked in a muddled bath in the basement. She didn’t like it here. Her mind couldn’t unravel much. Sam was stationed upstairs doing a camera touch up with Jake by his side talking about the new Harry Styles album. A half an hour later everyone was wearing at least one faction of Sam and Colby merch, phones were charged and beams from flashlights slid across the floor like a jumping snake.

The group divided into pairs as they walked to the castle. The sky grew much darker than expected and it felt like a looming spirit chipped away at the warm function of friends. The camera was whipped right back out.

“Alright, we are all showered, changed, and ready to explore the castle before sunset.” All went under the arch while the audio was whacked around by the wind.

Colby turned from his conversation to the viewers, "I’m still like flipping out that we’re staying here tonight. That’s crazy!” His lantern swung below him and the towering castle was engulfed by the purple skies. “Look at this place! Look at that beautiful sunset!” He yelled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Since when were you PG-13?”

He blandly stared at her,”Shut up I need to make money,” He looked back at the camera, “When I was like blow-drying my hair and stuff after my shower, my hair dryer was insanely powerful. There’s obviously a lot of energy in it, like the voltage.” 

“I thought he said blow-j-.” Corey chimed in. He shut himself up so they wouldn’t get demonetized, it would be a funny way to go down though. Y/N and Colby giggled along with him. It wasn’t a rare occasion that they all were out laughing and joking, just the side chick with the haunted castle. 

Corey swung his flashlight up and down, “His blow dryer started smoking and like almost blew up.”

“So, what I’m saying is the spirits could use all of this energy to talk to us.”

They all made it to the castle and it was around five-thirty. There wasn’t much to do at this time, but she was always watching. There was something about to happen they could all feel it and that thing, it wasn’t going to be good.

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You and Me

25 Days of Klaroline + Favourite Song

I have MANY favourite songs that scream Klaroline, here is just one. The tempo suits a waltz perfectly, hence the theme. All lyrics by Lifehouse.

Ahead of his coronation, Prince Klaus has to polish his waltzing skills, enter dance teacher extraordinaire Caroline Forbes to whip him into shape. 

What day is it. And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive. I can't keep up, and I can't back down. I've been losing so much time.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the palace ballroom consulting the impressive, grandfather clock. It was at that point, Klaus decided that his childhood, superhero dream of flying had suddenly been overtaken by an intense desire to stop time. If only just to breathe and take everything in for a few extra minutes.   

“Ouch,” she muttered, bringing him well and truly back to the present, rubbing her big toe as she did it.

“Your Highness,” it was thinly veiled judgment, more than a polite address. Klaus knew that particular tone all too well since their lessons had begun. “It’s left foot then right.”

“That’s what I was doing.”

“Trust me, you weren’t,” she offered, looking briefly over at his heavyset bodyguard standing in the doorway ominously, a slight smile tugging at his lips although the rest of his face remained impressively stoic. “My left toe can testify to that very fact.”

“Fine,” he huffed, moving to the nearest table and grabbing a water bottle then taking a long swig. “I suppose I was…” 

“Distracted?” 

His beautiful but opinionated, dance teacher knew him too well. It should have scared him after such a short time together but it didn’t. When his mother had insisted he take classes ahead of his coronation next month he’d tried everything to avoid it but to no avail. Esther Mikaelson was a stickler for tradition, even if other members of the family didn’t always follow suit.

Klaus never wanted to be King, he always thought it impossible anyway. He liked the title but he was always the fun loving Prince. It was Elijah that was the perfect epitome of a future King, until tragedy had struck and he’d passed away unexpectedly from a rare form of cancer. His ascension to the throne was then a forgone conclusion but his grief had kept that fact at bay, for a few months at least.

It was something he’d begrudgingly and slowly accepted over time but this circus of a coronation, including dance classes, wasn’t what he signed up for.

“Yes, distracted.”

“I can only imagine given the upcoming coronation. Dancing is probably the last thing on your mind.” That was true but it was after the coronation part that scared him most. “Well and the whole becoming King part.” It was as if she had jumped into his head and rifled through his inner most insecurities. “I mean when you include the Commonwealth countries as well as Great Britain, that’s a lot of people to...” 

“Do you always talk a lot?” He interrupted, choosing not to let her finish that frightening sentence.

“Not when I’m dancing,” she shot back cheekily. “But someone in this room is being a little difficult, and I’m not talking about Ahmed.” She looked over noticing his smile had slightly grown in the last few minutes. Caroline had every intention of making him laugh aloud one day.  

“You know, people don’t usually talk to me like this…”

“I tend to get bossier when I’m overwhelmed by castles, corgis and royalty,” she admitted, somewhat sheepishly. “Your Highness if…”

“I like it,” he soothed, leaning over to place a hand over hers comfortingly. His heartbeat quickened slightly, Klaus usually blamed it on the cardio workout but didn’t have that excuse this time. “But there’s nothing to be overwhelmed about, Caroline.” 

“Nothing to be overwhelmed about? Are you kidding me?”

“You are a highly, accomplished woman. You’re well travelled and…”

“How exactly do you know that?” She asked curiously, her left eyebrow cocked. “Have you been checking up on me?”

“You are working in our employ which makes a security check compulsory. The file MI5 and your CIA gave my personal secretary was a lot more dense than you thought, I guess you could say.”

“I only stole that candy bar because Katherine dared me,” Caroline rambled. The way she scrunched up her nose defensively was the the most adorable thing he’d seen. “And that whole sorority incident was totally blown out of proportion.”

“You broke into a dorm room to steal someone’s knickers,” he smiled knowingly, actually enjoying their dance practice for the very first time.

“I was pledging,” she scoffed. “It’s not my fault the guy happened to be the Dean’s son.”

“I’m extremely interested in this former life as a underwear thief, please tell me more,” he smirked. She didn’t respond immediately just rolled her eyes. 

“Looks like the future King of England is just another guy,” she alluded. Before Elijah’s death, Klaus would have worn that reputation like a badge of honour but her words hurt. He wasn’t quite sure if it was the words or the woman saying them that affected him the most.

“How about we get back to practice?” He asked, not bothering to look at her before resuming his place mid dance floor. She seemed a little taken aback, her blue eyes searching his curiously. He didn’t mean to be so harsh but it was all becoming too familiar and being a future King, Klaus knew that emotion was something he couldn’t afford to betray. “I promise I won’t step on your toes again.”

“Famous last words,” she murmured, stepping into his frame, that delicious, vaniall scent wafting into his nostirls. Klaus closed his eyes momentarily, telling himself that it would all be over soon.    

Why are the things that I want to say, just aren't coming out right? I'm tripping on words. You got my head spinning. I don't know where to go from here.

Caroline Forbes was usually calm and collected. She paid her bills on time, her dentist appointments were scheduled like clockwork and every single day was planned out from start to finish.

The day that her perfectly planned life came undone was an unexpected call to her dance studio in Chelsea. Caroline had moved to London five years earlier from New York, ready for the next challenge in her life. She’d studied diligently at university, earning her Masters in Art History but dancing would prove to be her true passion.  

She’d befriended her cocky, best friend at the Camden Markets one dreary Sunday not long after her move. They’d fought over an antique figurine at one of the smaller stalls. Caroline’s grandmother collected them and he’d been insistent about having it until the end when he’d admitted he was just playing her. She would have killed him but he paid for it himself and shouted her a coffee. The rest, as they say, was history. 

“How’s Prince Hottie?” Enzo had decided to bestow his own nickname. She was fairly certain that he was still hoping the soon-to-be King would decide he would fall in love with him.  

“Shhhh,” she chided, looking around at their fellow patrons anxiously.

“I could be referring to anyone, darling,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his vodka martini. “And we’re in Brixton. I’m pretty sure the Royals don’t frequent this part of town or even know it exists to be honest.”

Caroline had to admit he was right as they enjoyed a drink at Three Eight Four Bar but for some reason every time he mentioned her latest and high profile dance student she became extremely defensive. Maybe it had something to do with the dense CIA file Klaus had alluded to and what might happen if she revealed too much information about said Prince. 

They’d been training together for eleven weeks now. Yes, he was still stubborn and offered his opinion all too freely but over their time together she’d sensed some vulnerability in the man the media dubbed the ‘fun loving Prince.’   

“Earth to Blondie?” Enzo interrupted, throwing a potato crisp in her direction for extra effect. “I was only telling you about my latest date with Josh.”

“And? Are we in love yet, Lorenzo?”

“I’ll keep you posted, but it’s looking promising,” he grinned. “But let’s get back to you and your issues.”

“My issues?” Caroline hissed. If there was anything Caroline didn’t have, it was issues. Her life was perfectly structured, no dangerous icebergs in sight.

“You like him.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I’d name him but I know how protective you are about His Royal Hotness,” he whispered, leaning over his glass and pretending to be discreet as only Enzo could. “It’s okay gorgeous, we’ve all had our celebrity crushes and I can understand being in such close proximity.” 

“I don’t have a crush,” she growled, feeling the heat creep across her cheeks. Damn that royal idiot for messing with her. Caroline’s emotions were always well and truly intact.  Her cell buzzed, she consulted the screen, her heart momentarily stopping at the text displayed. 

They’d been mucking around during break about nicknames and he’d momentarily stolen her cell. She’d assumed he had taken an unsolicited photo during rehearsal but he’d been messing in her contacts. “Who is this Fraser? Looks like a complete idiot to me.”

“Give that back!” She demanded, noticing that Ahmed seemed silently amused by their exchange. Caroline made a mental note that he was going to crack sooner rather than later. 

“Oooh, I’m sensing you like said idiot.” 

“That’s none of your business,” she hissed, snatching it back hoping he hadn’t read any of their texts. Fraser was an idiot but she didn’t want to prove his point given her recent rejection. He was cocky enough as it was. Caroline knew she needed to change the subject and fast.     

“The last thing I would ever want to do is inflate that annoying ego but between you and me, girls love a guy that can dance.”

“Oh do they?” He smirked curiously. “So, you’re saying I can dance?”

“Woah, hold up Fred Astaire, not yet,” she teased, gathering her golden waves into a ponytail to help ward off the Summer heat. “You get this right; all high society women are going to be lining up to dance with you.” 

“Maybe so but it’s not my thing, Caroline.”

“Not your thing? Oh I get it, you’re more into crumping than waltz?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’m game to try that at the coronation. I have a feeling that it might actually spice things up.”

“I may be taking my life into my hands but how about we try that step again? Then I’ll teach you how to crump.”

“Whatever you say but I think it’s best we keep this arrangement from Fraser, wouldn’t want him getting too jealous.”

Enzo yanked at her stray blonde wave, the constant ringing of her cell not only annoying her obviously. “I’m cutting you off after this drink, dreamy.”

“If it isn’t the best dancer on earth,” she drawled after connecting. Trust his arrogant ass to make that his name in her contacts. “Not sure what you need me for then.”

“We all have our talents, love,” he chuckled, his deep voice causing a few unwelcome flutters down below. “I need an urgent lesson though.”

“What? Now? Tonight?”

“Apparently my frame leaves a lot to be desired,” he said repeating her earlier critique. “And I can’t sleep until it’s rectified.”

“Well, it’s going to have to wait,” she hissed, her anger rising with each word. How dare he try and pull royal rank? “I’m actually busy.”

“You must be Fraser?” A voice enquired, interrupting their drink. Caroline’s head whipped around, not immediately recognizing the Prince in a baseball cap and dark jeans.

“Well, that’s just all levels of offensive,” Enzo growled. “I may be gay but know how to treat a woman right.” 

“Ah, the best friend?” He asked, shaking his hand heartily. “Great to meet you mate, and couldn’t agree more about that idiot. He was never good enough for our Caroline.” 

“Our Caroline?” She hissed, wanting to yell every insult in his direction for his sudden appearance and subsequent behavior. Enzo didn’t seem so upset, his long, brown eyelashes fluttering a little faster than usual.  

“I told you, my frame isn’t what it should be,” he offered, sending Enzo another smile.

“And I told you I am busy,” she growled, through gritted teeth.

“She’s not busy,” Enzo shared, looking between the two. “I was just leaving, HRH.” Before she could argue, her best friend with his cute ass wiggling from side to side was gone. Traitor.

“Nice of him to be so formal,” Klaus offered, taking a seat at their table and gesturing towards the waitress. “Next round is on me.”

“But apparently your dance tuition was of the upmost urgency, brooding, bad dancer,” she huffed.

“Brooding, bad dancer?”

“Oh didn’t you know? That’s your name in my contacts,” she argued. “I don’t really appreciate your interfering.” 

“I had a dance emergency,” he insisted. 

“And what exactly was that?” Klaus looked at her sincerely before explaining.

“You’re going to be leaving me soon,” he explained, his blue eyes staring into hers earnestly. “And someone promised me some crumping lessons.”

“What? Tonight?”

“No time like the present,” he smiled, taking the drink from the waitress gratefully.

“Do they know you’re here? The coronation is in two weeks,” she whispered looking around the room. “Where is Ahmed?”

“You always liked him more than me, didn’t you?”

“Have you been drinking?” She hissed. Klaus didn’t respond just sent her a pair of his disarming dimples. There was no doubting the future King of England was drunk and in her presence. He’d been struggling since his brother’s death and sudden ascension to the throne that much was obvious, not that she blamed him. She needed to act fast.

“How about salsa instead? I know this great class.” She lied. In his current state it didn’t take much for her to convince him and they left the bar without anyone recognising him.  

Ahmed appeared from the shadows as they walked down the abandoned street at the back of the establishment. Caroline was relieved, no doubt he’d insisted he keep his distance. “Take him home.”

Ahmed’s eyes were telling her he wanted that but the future King had other plans. “You promised.” Caroline wanted to refuse but she had to get him home before his family or the press noticed. 

“Let’s go back to the Palace,” Ahmed nodded and led them to the waiting car. Klaus seemed pleased that she was sitting by his side and that was all that mattered.    

“Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do. Nothing to lose. And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you.”

“Why do we always have to waltz? You promised me crumping then salsa and god knows what else,” Klaus accused his lips barely moving, holding her close while they waltzed around the Kensington Palace ballroom with all eyes on them. 

“I’m saving you from a public relations disaster, you’ll thank me afterwards,” she grinned, her eyes settling on his. Once the formalities were through they both knew what they’d be doing.

It had been five years earlier when she’d been his dance tutor and now they were husband and wife. Her Royal Highness, Princess Niklaus of Wales in fact. Klaus had been equal parts adorable and insistent. She’d usually tell someone that indignant to get lost but unfortunately he had stolen her heart long before even if his dance moves still left a lot to be desired.  

[ryanmeft]

Lion Movie Review

"Lion" is the kind of story writers, producers and directors hope fall into their laps; usually they have to create it. A young boy, taken to the city by his brother who is looking for work, wanders off, finds himself on a disused train car, falls asleep, and takes a 1600 mile ride from home. He suffers through trials, not knowing how to tell anyone where he is from, only knowing his mother as "Mum". He is adopted by a well-to-do Australian couple, and raised as an Australian, until the hero of the picture, Google Earth, steps in to help him track down his home. Not only is this one true, but screenwriter Luke Davies and director Garth Davis seem to have resisted most temptations to embellish it.

This is both a bane and a benefit---a benefit, because when you do get story like this, it pays to serve it raw, as Saroo Bierley (Dev Patel) experienced it, and a bane because about half the story features Bierley scanning screens and papers, a visual medium no-no. By that time, however, we are so deeply invested in Saroo that we can gloss over most of this. The film begins, and indeed spends much more time than the trailers would have you believe, with Saroo as a child (Sunny Pawar). He helps his brother Guddu (Abhishek Bharate) steal bits of coal from a moving train, which they trade for milk that is taken home to their mother (Priyanka Bose), who works gathering rocks. Saroo begs Guddu to take him into the city when he goes to look for night work, and the rest is an accidental train ride to Calcutta.

Pawar endears Saroo to us by playing adorable against frightened a hearty helping of can-do attitude, in a surprisingly nuanced performance from a child actor that will no doubt go largely undiscussed. His predicament, however, is not funny. He finds many other lost children living in a subway station, and when he thinks he has found someone who cares their motivations are horrifying; the resulting scene has no violence but cuts hard and deep. Eventually, he ends up in an orphanage, where the guards regularly rent children to---well, you may guess. Saroo is one of the lucky ones: he is rescued by Saroj Sood (Deepti Naval), who I learn on Wikipedia is the founder of the Indian Society for Sponsorship and Adoption. The hidden horror of this scene is the implied fates of all the other children crammed into such a hell; their stories are heart-rending by implication.

Once the story hits Australia, it loses some cohesion, though this is probably just because real life doesn't work to the demands of dramatic storytelling. Saroo is adopted by a caring couple (Nicole Kidman and David Wenham), and though they also adopt another, more combative boy (Keshan Jedhav), the film promptly skips over the rest of his childhood to arrive in 2008. Here, Saroo goes to study hotel management and meets Lucy (Rooney Mara), who puts the bug in his ear about finding where he is from.

I'm tempted to gloss over the flaws in this part of the story in favor of the much more effective parts, but there's just no getting around it: everything after Saroo's adoption and between the point where he finally sets out on his search feels...bumpy. His adoptive parents and brother are never really developed as characters, and the brother particularly gets the short end of the stick; as an adult (Divian Ladwa) he is made to look constantly disheveled and undone next to the handsome and well-kept Saroo. The film never gives much of a reason for why Saroo considers him a disappointment, even though it is hinted that he may have a mental illness.

Similarly, Mara's role is odd. It is difficult to tell where their relationship stands at any given moment; at one point, Saroo walks away from her and I guess time passes. They pass each other seemingly some time later, and dialogue reveals she went to New York in a manner that suggests we were supposed to know she had left, when in fact I was never clear on the fact they were broken up. The film runs 118 minutes, and this part feels too light. Provided the filmmakers did choose to stick to the facts, dare I suggest this is one time when just a tiny injection to the drama might have helped? The most moving parts here are scenes where the adult Saroo actively images he is walking with his brother or is back in India with his mother; it is extremely difficult to make shots like that feel genuine, but Greig Fraser manages it with aplomb.

If I had to guess, I would say Davies and Davis, the latter making his feature debut, are eager to get to the emotional pay off. Yes, there is a reunion; I don't feel that is a spoiler, as there wouldn't be much of a story otherwise. No, I won't reveal what is found, or how, or anything else about it. The film is uneven, but if there is one takeaway, it is that Saroo was one of the rare ones to get extraordinarily lucky. The credits inform us 80,000 children go missing every year in India, and a staggering 11 million children live on the streets. These are numbers so huge the human brain is literally incapable of making them real. I may have to be objective about the film, but that doesn't mean I wasn't moved by it. Here's where you can go to help Lion's producers protect vulnerable children in India:

http://lionmovie.com/#charity

Verdict: Recommended

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