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122: Nov 23

MM ANON …… “ it’s not Andrew it’s Meeeee!!”…… “suits is a positive act”🤣🤣……… “ life is like a box of chocolates”…… “Doritos here”……… “I’ll cook a turkey dinner”…… Charles Champion……… “ we’ll have to, in the speech??”…… media vita in Monte sumus…… “something borrowed ,someone’s blue”…… “Christmas’Blue Water,Lottie,”…… “Unicorrrrrns”🦄🦄……… “strictly Party Nanny 🥳”……… “ bit of week old thing, hugs!!”…… “ and a large sherry”……… “ a large malt

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 23/2019

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Riddle #122 1305 hrs CST

“ it’s not Andrew it’s Meeeee!!”

Madam wants attention OF ANY KIND!!! Not one ounce of compassion for what everyone is experiencing, she is most probably seething that her pulling out an old relative PR move didn’t work. She doesn’t care one whit what else is happening, even in a whose best teeth 🦷contest made up by her PR or paper. In fact, she went as far as calling out PA for behaviours he has not even been charged with!!!! Oh Rachel, you’re playing a very very dangerous game here, you’re dancing with the big boys now!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS THE REAL DEAL, NOT DEAL OR NO DEAL, THE. REAL. DEAL!!!Selfish is as selfish does! ALWAYS A NARCISSIST! Just wait Rachel, your turn at all the headlines is coming sooner than you think!

“suits is a positive act”🤣🤣

This is funny/sad. In the interview Prince Andrew, he told the BBC Emily Maitlis, that for a man, to have sex, is a positive act. Well here MM ANON has given us suits is a positive act, obviously in relation to madam’ ‘acting’ on the tv show Suits. Actually hilarious twisting of his words, because her ‘acting’ ability is horrific at worst and intolerable at best!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 You’re so cheeky MM ANON!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 l must confess l had never heard of that show, but l did try and watch a hallmark movie l think it was, she was terrible, l didn’t last ten minutes! There was a Reitmans tv advert, clothing store here in Canada, and they kept showing this tv commercial and it was so odd. It was an outdoor restaurant and this woman walks in, all the other women stop and stare mumbling softly as she glides through the room, one says to the other, is that… before she can finish the woman turns around and said yes, it’s reitmans and yes it’s me, never giving a name. Every time l saw that it was so weird, l finally figured they were just acting like she was someone. Fast forward a few years, only to find out it was madam😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂. I venture to say, most Canadians seeing that tv advert had NO CLUE who she was😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣!!

“ life is like a box of chocolates”

Believe it or not, l have never seen Forrest Gump? But, l definitely know that line, it means simply thus when you open a box of chocolates, variety box not all the same flavour😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, and you don’t cheat and look at the paper🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, you never know what flavour you will get. So it’s like life, you start each day , not know exactly what will happen. It’s a great metaphor for taking life as it comes.

“Doritos here”

The way this is phrased, reminds me of the guy at baseball games selling popcorn, he yells popcorn here! Get your popcorn here!😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂Doritos are triangular or actually various shaped spicy crisps, often dipped with salsa.Madam’s mother seems to have acquired that nickname online. So mama is coming to the U.K. or is already there for Thanksgiving. Yes, l will believe it when l see it!! Likely not even then because every stinking photograph is PHOTOSHOPPED FUZZY BLACK AND WHITE NONSENSE!!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤬

“I’ll cook a turkey dinner”

Sounds like madam, the writer and mastermind, and likely receiver of a portion or fee for her service in a certain cookbook. Yes, the master of wine and all things foodie will cook a turkey🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Good luck with that, yes sir, l need a 20 kg bird, how many people you ask, oh just me and archificial, yes he has all his teeth and this year he will slice the 🦃!😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 By the way , do l have great teeth?? 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 l don’t know madam, l just sell the turkeys 🦃😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣!

Charles Champion

Charles has many causes to Champion, however he and a Camilla are due back from their tour, he was in a India, she joined him for Australia and New Zealand. The tour was successful however almost complete overshadowed by events on the home front, politically debates and family issues. He was extremely pleased to share the Princes Trust going global. He really has done extremely well and he is never bragging about it. He’s so quietly gentle, love him.

However, l do believe this refers to the ongoing jostling for power THAT pushed out Lord Geidt several year ago, until HMTQ asked for his return in March of this year. From overseas phone conversations , it was between HMTQ and Prince Charles the decision was made to give Prince Andrew his P45 and all that entails, including stripping him of funds from the privy purse and losing his staff. He has since had his Bahrain trip cancelled, dropped from almost every charity and his patronage’s will be reassigned. So, Charles has championed, when all along he has been and is the heir to the throne. I cannot fathom the brother relationship in such aristocracy. It’s all been done for over a thousand years and much much more than this in history.

“ we’ll have to, in the speech??”

Is the speech being referred to, the speech HMTQ will give at the NATO Banquet she is hosting on December 4/2019? What is the discussion here, certainly there is no need to mention Prince Andrew or his family. I think this is madam, explain why she is not there nor Harry, at this point with stories changing every day, sometimes in the same day l don’t have a clue what’s going on. However l am certain that Harry will be with HMTQ at 🎄Christmas!

Or, is this reference to HMTQ annual Christmas address, in my memory that has never been called a speech but that is semantics, so for all intents and purposes it is a speech where she in seated. She talks about all the things that have happened in the past year. It’s usually about 10 - 15 minutes or so. So if that is what is meant by this clue it sounds like mentioning such if the Royal family issues will require mentioning.

media vita in Monte sumus

Sumus hotel Monteplaya , in Malaga del Mar Spain, is an adults allowed no children please and thank you, meaning lots of sex and playing, drinking 🍹 , 💃 dancing. I know from being in Mexico playa means beach, so it’s probably got some amazing sea views and waters. Madam , did a stint in Argentina at the Embassy, arranged by her uncle, Heaven only knows what she did. However, he allegedly left abruptly with some man to go to Spain. There are many lost years after that. Is she there again? Does she have people there she needs to pay off to keep,them quiet? Any and all things are within the realm of possibilities!

HOWEVER!!

Templar Knights of yore as well as a line from Gregorian chant , “media vita in morte sumus“, meaning “in the midst of life we are in death” its morte NOT Monte. Monte in Latin translates to current English as mountain. So in the midst of life there are mountains to overcome. Sumus translates to we are. So in life we are facing mountains to cross, metaphor for great challenges. Gosh MM ANON,l hope you meant Monte and not Morte, but knowing you as I do, and the fact it’s capitalized, you meant Monte! My goodness, truer words were never spoken because HMTQ has a massive mountain to climb or face now, at this point in her life. Oh my heart aches for her. I was reading that they took down the York flag from Royal Lodge today. This is extremely serious and crushing for all. I hope that they find no evidence. However damage has been swift in coming. Who would have ever thought , at her marvellous Jubilee things would twist and turn as they have, it’s heartbreaking.

“something borrowed ,someone’s blue”

You know the phrase, for a wedding, the bride to have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. My heart breaks for the York girls as well. Here we have Princess Beatrice, engaged to be married. They were planning a smaller wedding, but how can they cope. Oh my heart breaks for all of them. I just cannot imagine what any of them are going through, it must seem absolutely surreal. For PA, he is assumed innocent until proven guilty but HE GAS NOT BEEN CHARGED with a thing!! The disaster of the tv interview was the fallout due to public backlash. Just a few days ago and now this, l truly do not know how they will manage to carry on with the wedding. Dearie me,my hearts just breaks for them all. Fergie as well, one daughter happily married, the next found love and now, thinking the tv interview was a good idea never imagining the backlash. She must be reeling, am certain she is there with PA.

“Christmas’Blue Water,Lottie,”“Unicorrrrrns”🦄🦄”strictly Party Nanny 🥳”

Are the Cambridges taking a winter holiday somewhere warm and tropical, with wild 🦄unicorns 🦄 roaming the island?🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Clear blue Caribbean water, perhaps Mustique again? Oh THAT sounds great! I have a feeling here that little Prince Charlotte wants every unicorn 🦄 on the planet for Christmas from Santa Claus! The use of the word Strictly, makes me thing of Strictly Come Ballroom, the 💃 dancing show. Since Nanny is Spanish, l am certain she knows the latin dances well and in addition to teaching the children Spanish, she very likely is teaching them dancing too, even if she’s just playing.

If a winter destination holiday on the calendar, this means Nanny comes too, excitement all around.

“ bit of week old thing, hugs!!”“ and a large sherry”“ a large malt

HMTQ and PP are spending time together. I am thinking she is visiting him at his ‘farm’ not him at Windsor because he has been unwell, likely with the flu or chest cold that seems to be making the rounds there. I see them in his room, nice big bed, cozy blankets, he is sitting up, nice warm sweater/jumper on, for some reason l posture it in the finest grey wool. HMTQ seated next to him on the most beautiful chair you have ever seen. Ancient but comfortable in the finest of wood, and beautiful red velvet fabric, a fire crackling in the fireplace. Curtains open, with windows open just a crack fir the tiniest bit of fresh air. Quietness fills the room as they both, after 72 years of marriage, celebrated or rather was this week but nary a celebration to be had. Looking at one another as the past 72 years roll by to taking them to the present dats. Tears in both their eyes. He looks at her and say, but if a week old thing, then says hugs because he isn’t comfortable and doesn’t dare want to give her his cold. A foot man arrives after the cord has been pulled. They ask fir a large sherry for HMTQ and a large Malt for himself. They will toast one another and quietly sharing time together drinking and remembering, also full of the pain of the occurring of the present day. Tears now rolling down both faces………..my heart is truly broken for them…….

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1510 hrs CST

Thank you so much dear PG! A fascinating read once again. Love your stories….much appreciated! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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123: Nov 25

MM ANON …… a homecoming hiatus …… Top of the Pops👑👑…… “ And when they were only half way up”……… “ it’s going to be a PA tabloid tsunami”…… 🎼”potato,patarto, lets call the whole thing off”🎼……… “just take the bloody photo”……… “a horrified positive Pratt”…… 🎼” iiiiim’putin on my top hat”🎼……… Kate’ “I do everything he dose, only backwards and in six inch heels, and with three children”…… “ I trust in William old thing”…… “Sir!! focus,a century is demanded!”…………… 🎼”pictures of Lily”🎼

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 24/2019 2300 hrs CST Riddle #122

a homecoming hiatus

Prince Charles has been on a long tour whilst the home fire are quite literally burning!! He has three days in the Solomon Islands and give or take a time zone he will be back in London mid week or so. However, he has been involved in the very critical decisions that have been made as has HMTQ and William. When he returns , there will be a readjustment to the new situation but l can’t see any hiatus, or time off, for him at all.

Top of the Pops👑👑

Top of the pops, was and maybe still is, the top pop songs of the week. I read an article that after the Duchy documentary people have grown in their valuation, respect and love for Charles, so much that he is top Royal, that would include Camilla who has been at his side fulfilling her duty to no fault! His decision making now and the documentary, he shall be well ready and the public ready for him to continue to increase his royal duties lessening the load on HMTQ and further preparing him for his future as a King, when the time comes.

“ And when they were only half way up”

The old song The Grand old a Duke of York he had 10,00 men when they were halfway up the hill they came back down again!

MM ANON you are truly in my wheelhouse of knowledge today! THANK YOU!! The Duke of York is PA, he has had everything but his HRH pulled, even his flag no longer flies at Royal Lodge😞. With nary a legal charge, all based on a photo, an accusation and that interview which l am sure he is regretting terribly! I pray for them all!

“ it’s going to be a PA tabloid tsunami”

GM is set to speak openly with law authorities or so it is said in the papers. She has ALL the information on everything AND everybody!! She is close friends with PA, and it has also been said she is very protective of him. In early June, she and four others, unidentified, met at BP with PA for several hours. Contents of meeting unknown but that has not stopped speculation! It has already been a tabloid tsunami for PA AND his family dragged into it! What will happen when Charles is back?, GM spills all she knows and PA speaks with French and American agencies investigating JE? Sounds like lots more to come! Hopefully there will be complete exoneration!

🎼”potato,patarto, lets call the whole thing off”🎼

Another great song this time the AMAZING Gershwin brothers, George music, Ira lyrics, OH MM ANON YOU ARE RIGHT IN MY SWEET SPOT OF FILM AND MUSIC! ENDLESS THANKS!! Anyhow enough of me, rumours are swirling that Beatrice and Edo’s wedding is off. I have not seen or heard ANY confirmation of this, thus far it’s more gossip to hurt our dear Beatrice l oh how my heart aches for all of them!!

“just take the bloody photo”

I wonder if this is the official photo of HMTQ and PP for their 72Nd wedding anniversary which was last week. It certainly deserves a photo!! You can hear PP saying this, just do it already, not wanting hours of poses!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 Love him!💜 This may also be a family photo or the official Christmas photo. Regardless his patience has grown thin!! Take the bloody photo!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

“a horrified positive Pratt”

To a nurse a positive Pratt’s is not good, without going into details it a sign of blood clot to assess for DVT deep vein thrombosis/blood clot , this is not relevant.

Pratt’s is a very old Gentlemen’s club in London. The kind where historically aristocratic wealthy men could go to smoke cigars, drink and generally connect and spend time. This club goes back to the mid 19th century, l am certain all the Royal men are members at least of a certain age. I imagine amongst this set of gentlemen who have likely seen and done it all, from a time where before social media and when the wealthy were free to do anything, times have seriously changed. I am sure they are all horrified at what is happening within the Royal family just now!!

🎼” iiiiim’putin on my top hat” 🎼 Kate’ “I do everything he dose, only backwards and in six inch heels, and with three children”

This was the saying about MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, their films are legendary, dance sequences unparalleled! Bar none! Fool the Fleet, Top Hat, just the epitome! She always said or was it said about her , Fred was amazing dancer/hoofer slang word but it was/is always said Ginger did everything Fred did except backwards and in heels! So who was the better dancer eh? One of Irving Berlin’s most classic songs, LOVE THESE FILMS WHEN MOVIES WERE MOVIES, THE GOLDEN AGE OF HOLLYWOOD 💜💜💜💜. Top Hat, Stepping out……tying up my tie, brushing off my tail, l am COMPELLED TO PUT A LINK IN BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU MUST!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZOJoV6H2UM

Anyhow this is par excellence reference to the yin and yang that is the beautiful dance that is the relationship of William and Catherine. They have become seamless, classics, seeing float through any and all appearances and appointments despite what’s happening in the background AND having three children!!! With strong personalities!! Louis has such a strong presence as a baby to earn the title boss baby , will be a joy watching him grow up! I can hardly wait for the NATO banquet to see them in them at their finest! They are the future of the Monarchy, absolutely no doubt at all!

“ I trust in William old thing”

William, if the papers are to be believed has been involved and in strongly so in the decisions regarding P45 with PA! He has been slowly becoming more and more into the role which he was born to be. It sounds like there is official support for him to continue and increase his presence in any and all major decision making. They are blessed to have him, as are we all!!! I think back to his meeting with HRC a week or so ago, l would LOVE to have been a fly on the wall!!

HMTQ and PP , having their usual time together, things much more urgent and distressing now, but PP soundly saying that William is a sound, modern and the future of where the ever changing monarchy shall be heading.With William as King , the next century is secured! He is above reproach, solid marriage partner who is beloved and children who are more popular especially given their strong personalities!

“ Sir!! focus,a century is demanded!”

As we all know, a century is 100 years. I wonder if this is ia s discussion , PP is 98, and has been at HMTQ side for longer than she has reigned, 72 years as of last week. In this conversation, LG speaking with PP , PC and PW, discussing the issues of the next century when William will be King, the long term ramifications of decisions made now. There is so much political talk from a certain political party to abolish the Monarchy. Critically important decisions made now, bode well public favour, which greatly helps in keeping the monarchy valued and solidly protected. Again with William to reign as King in the 21st century, with Catherine at his side, the modern monarchy is in excellent hands, above reproach and beloved by the public!

🎼”pictures of Lily”🎼

Oh dearie me thus is a very naughty song, l shall say no more, look it up if you want. HMTQ pet name is Lilibet, but this is NOT ABOUT HER!!! I wonder and strongly suggest this is reference to madam and photos/videos of a very distasteful raunchy nature. Oh please, release the hounds, so to speak, let it all out!!!! The world needs to know the truth!!!

0010 hrs CST November 25/2019

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Thank you….I love your added details. What fun! Thank you dear PG😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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124: Nov 25

MM ANON ………lay a place for Vlad?…… lovers knot hiding …… Kate ,Melania & Ivanka shine …… nutmeg crashes posh-nosh?…… “ it’s just impeachy’Donald” ……… “ no chance Ma’am”……… “Hows the Dook?”…… “a special Yuletide for a million reasons ,ma’am”…… legalities,Banalities,Calamities …… “2020, I’m an optimist Christopher”…… “less is more, ma’am”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 25/2019 Riddle #123 1000hrs CST

lay a place for Vlad?

The term, lay a place, is when one sets a table for dinner, you lay a place. Vlad, l am certain is Vladamir Putin, the Russian leader. The NATO leadership will be meeting in London, this is from the official press release, all along l thought the NATO banquet was a December 4/2019 read this “The United Kingdom will host NATO Heads of State and Government in London, on 3-4 December 2019.The NATO Leaders Meeting, chaired by the NATO Secretary General, will take place at the Grove Hotel, Hertfordshire on 4 December 2019. An evening event at Buckingham Palace will take place on 3 December 2019, for which there will be a separate process for media access.

I am not certain if the press had got it wrong or l have had it wrong for quite some time now. Russia is not a NATO member. However back in 2002 they were part of a Russia-NATO council, however that was dissolved when Ukraine was invaded. Is Vladimir Putin going to be in London, meeting with HMTQ, surely not attending any NATO gatherings.

This clue certainly is giving the strong idea that he may be invited to the banquet. My understanding is Russia has wanted the dissolution of NATO however, maybe there are negotiations behind the scenes?? Extremely interesting times we are living in!

lovers knot hiding

Catherine has worn the Lovers Knot Tiara on a number of formal occasions l what does this mean hiding? Where is the tiara?? Is it being refurbished? What tiara shall Catherine wear to the banquet in that case?

I read about that massive billion euro jewel robbery in Germany l think. Oh dearie me, where is the Lovers Knot?

HA HA HA HA I LOVE YOU MM ANON SO SO CHEEKY!!

This is a pair of lovers not/no longer hiding. Madam and MA are well known for years and l have no doubt whatsoever he is the father of archficial, the real one! Oh God please, LET THIS INFORMATION BECOME PUBLIC!!!!

Kate ,Melania & Ivanka shine

Obviously the three women are stunningly beautiful, dressed to the nines, this l and many others are looking forward to at the banquet!

nutmeg crashes posh-nosh?

Oh goodness what is madam getting up to now. Posh meets upper class, nosh means eat/drink. Will she crash the NATO banquet???? Great balls of fire, the world is going completely mad and tilting off of its axis!

“ it’s just impeachy’Donald”

There are impeachment hearings going on in America. The House of Representatives has been interviewing a wide number of people, there will have to be a vote . If there is a vote to impeach it then passes to the Senate. Anyhow, this is a twist on the phrase things are just peachy, meaning everything is sweet in life, going very well, no major problems. President Trump has a lot of heavy stuff going on at home, as he comes to London for the NATO meetings and banquet. It seems that many many people in important positions are under attack, it’s extremely concerning. As a Christian, l read Revelations and it feels like we are at Biblical proportions of world crises. However, l am certain, he will rise above, attend the meetings and of course the NATO Banquet hosted by HMTQ. He does quite respect her, very very much.

“ no chance Ma’am”

I think this is a reassurance that madam will not be allowed to crash the NATO Banquet or any such royal events, I HOPE!!

“Hows the Dook?”

The urban dictionary has a definition for dook , “an individual who is not in his senses and is responding back with non sense and doesn’t make any sense” Is this referring to PP or PA, not the urban dictionary meaning, l mean the clue. Madam took to signing Instagram posts or others things regarding her husband as ‘ The Duke’. Herself is ALWAYS HRH! So is someone enquiring how Harry is?

Or God forbid, is PP that ill?? A number of possibilities here.

“a special Yuletide for a million reasons ,ma’am”legalities,Banalities,Calamities, “2020, I’m an optimist Christopher” “less is more, ma’am”

This is very long drawn out conversation between a very weary Monarch and her most trusted and loyal Chief Lord, Lord Christopher Geidt. They are talking about the years events and her annual address to the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth .LG is reassuring HMTQ that this will be a very special Christmas for a million reasons hmmmmm. Million eh? Who is getting a million? Sounds like madam will be dealt with before Christmas! I know l have said that a number of times, l can only interpret the riddle before me, as it stands.

As HMTQ prepares her annual Christmas message, she touches on the events of the past year. 2019 has thus far presented a multitude of legal issues, pending ones and possibly unknown to the public ones. Madams lawsuit against the DM, Harry’s lawsuit against SPLASH for using drones to photograph the house in the Cotswolds, Harry current lawsuit against the media. PA issues.

Banalities😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, so lacking in originality as to be obvious and boring. Who does this sound like? Endless drone of PR LIES. On and on and on and on, just copies everything. Madam has never had an original thought, idea or facial expression. Banal is the absolute perfect word MM ANON, bang on perfect word to describe madam!

Calamities, well definitely in the Commonwealth there have been mass shooting, violence, weather and political calamities. However on the home front, madam has caused complete disaster since before the day of unhappy people and continues to. PP has been ill, and is aging, out of public life.

But the calamity raging now is PA and all that has happened in the days since the interview. Heaven knows what is yet to come. I hope to God madam gets death with, and begins to face justice and out of their world!!

HMTQ, clearly has her eye on 2020 , and is certain it will be much better than 2019, love the way she says it, it just shows the closeness of their long standing trusting relationship. His final advice is, less is more, how true is that eh? Often we go into great elaborative detail(OH DEAR I AM 100% DESCRIBING MYSELF!!), when less information is better then dumping it all onto someone. When someone says hello how are you, they don’t expect an hour of response, although, yet again, with me, yep, you get the full hour, just ask 🐼🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂. So her message to us will be filtered as she deems appropriate.

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Wonderful! Thank you so much dear PG! Entertaining as always!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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125: Nov 26

MM ANON … “ it’s a Mozzi bite …… wed-ding-a-ling …… “my advice ‘ have it in Italy”’…… “ She’s crippled with shame”……… “I saw her with archificial yesterday in Waitrose,“ …… “from Windsor to Winnipeg”. ……… Andy, Charles and Clarence ,……”thanksgiving ‘ darling she went back to LA”…… “ but ,but, but the SOOOOOOPKITCHEN!!! “…… spin ,grin and a bottle of gin…… 🎼”I’m dreaming of a ( WOC) Christmas “🎼……… “Sandringham old thing, fuck the election”. …… “ ones duty first Philip”……… “ don’t mention him”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 26/2019

Riddle #124

1940 hrs CST

“it’s a Mozzi bite …wed-ding-a-ling “

Princess Beatrice is engaged to marry Edo Mozzi Mapelli, son of the Count from Italy. They have known one another for years, the families have as well. They connected at Princess Eugenie’s wedding and have been together since, a whirlwind romance leading to engagement. Gorgeous engagement photos and ring, photos taken by Eugenie in Italy. A mozza bite, is a cheese canapé often served at parties/ weddings.A ding-a-ling makes me think of a very silly song that has very sexual,double entendre. I don’t think that’s fitting here, l think hits referencing wedding bells. So to bite the bullet, take the plunge etc is to make a tough decision, are you in or out? So are the rumours true? Is Edo biting the bullet and no wedding 🔔 bells? Despite the fact is he loves her so much, his son to consider, as well as his families aristocratic status. OR the opposite, he loves her so deeply, his son is apparently, despite his young and tender age is already receiving Royal,training, will bite the bullet, take the plunge and damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead with the wedding. We all know Beatrice was not and did not want a massive royal wedding, according to the papers and friends who have spoken. I really do hope and pray love reigns and wedding 👰🏽 bells 🔔will ding-a-ling🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“my advice ‘ have it in Italy”’“ She’s crippled with shame”

Sounding like discussion between the York’s and those involved with the wedding planning along with Edo and his family. There is so much massive, double positive l recognize my grammar, but l meant it that way!, negative publicity and just publicity of everything the York girls walking makes the papers. The papers l read all had to say Beatrice wore no makeup Edo’s birthday party because she would cry. WHO CARES. Why do that to her?

It really sounds like both girls are devastated but especially since Beatrice is engaged and was written to strongly encourage PA to do the interview, that was in the paper a few days, and Fergie also. Then oh sorry we shall switch it up now, forget the sorry, the papers then say they were both against the interview. I cannot imagine what Beatrice especially is going through. This is meant to be the happiest time in her life. It just crushing and my heart aches for all of them. It sounds like the wedding is very much on, love shall prevail with now exploring the idea of having the wedding in Italy. I know her mum really wanted the wedding in England, however circumstances have changed. Concerns may be about PA leaving England, l would seek legal counsel, because for some reason they are after him more than anyone else.

“I saw her with archficial yesterday in Waitrose,“

Yes, and l saw a Elvis in my backyard with a sasquatch😂😂😂😂🤣🤣. Yet another PR BS story. Trust me, if madam was seen grocery shopping, which she likely never done, with a rubber doll seated in the trolley, there would be a zillion cameras phone photos on every social media platform that exists!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂🤣🤣

“from Windsor to Winnipeg”.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, ALL WELCOME HERE FOR CHRISTMAS 🎄 PLENTY OF ROOM IN MY INN. THERE IS NO WAY, NO WAY SHE IS COMIG HERE! OMG! NO. WAY NO HOW NO NO. NO NO NO. NO NO NO NO NO 🤣😂😂🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🥴🥴🥴🥴🤕🤕🤕🤕🤒🤒🤒🤒😮😮😮😮😮😮😧😧😧😧🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬NO NO NO . Am l expressing myself clearly??🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣🤣

Andy, Charles and Clarence

Charles and Andrew will have a one to one very heated meeting at Clarence House, where the Duke and a Duchess reside and also have their official offices. PC has been on an extended tour, India, New Zealand, Australia, Tuvalu, Solomon Islands, due to return home today. There were volcanic eruptions of things happening on the home front whilst they were away and he had to discuss and make decisions very likely through FaceTime or something similar. He will have a meeting with PA and l am very certain it will be a heated exchange. Will be interesting, if as rumoured, the decision to strip his HRH status, all with no charges. We shall we observers if PC first major incident other than madam in his heir to the monarch status even higher now as HMTQ has handed so much over to him and PW.

“thanksgiving ‘ darling she went back to LA”…… “ but ,but, but the SOOOOOOPKITCHEN!!! “

Will they, won’t they, will she, won’t she on and on and on. Gossip says she has all sorts of meetings set up in L.A. , l 110% believe her exit is very VERY imminent! She is planning for her life after divorce/annulment. So rumours of them going for Thanksgiving, now is it only madam going for six weeks or so? So what about staying in the England and her PR off working in the soup kitchen near Windsor on Thanksgiving day??? Her PR lies, intertwined with all the lies madam has allegedly told all like the old fashioned Christmas lights, you put them away neatly and somehow when you next want to do the tree it takes hours to untangle the lights with a few bad words uttered🤣🤣🤣😂. The young ones her have no idea, trees all prelit now. She has no clue what is awaiting her. The case built by LG and his team,,intel from PT, more intel,from iiiii, at or during the NATO summit, perhaps we shall see worldwide ramifications. By the way, l,took this from MM ANON, that Lady Kinrannoch so brilliantly decoded, iiiii is The Five Eyes of security/intel!

spin ,grin and a bottle of gin

Fergie has red hair, or is a Ginger. She is a full gorgeous ginger freckles and all. So bottle of gin, play on her ginger status and likely having a few G and T’s to chill. There has been soooooooo much PR and newspapers spin on did she no she didn’t, for DAYS about her pushing “my boy” PA to do the interview, then the press or PR changed it to no she didn’t. She has stayed smiling and waving, keeping a positive public face so as to not give the media more fodder, as in the articles repeating over and over that Princess Beatrice wire no makeup to Edo’s party! WHO CARES ABOUT MAKEUP! Steady on Fergie!!

🎼”I’m dreaming of a ( WOC) Christmas “🎼

One of my favourite Christmas films, Bing Crosby singing, l’m dreaming of a white Christmas. MM ANON has a WOC Christmas, women/woman of colour. So is the new PR spin that madam will have Christmas with OW,GK, MO,etc etc etc oh my.my, my, my or will she return to her sisters in SA?

“Sandringham old thing, fuck the election”. …… “ ones duty first Philip” “ don’t mention him”

Thank you MM ANON FOR THIS💜

HMTQ and PP, who by the way is feeling much better and stronger, are sitting together, needing there very much earned alone time. She is her tweed skirt and a lowliest soft grey velvety vest, and silver turtle neck of softest cashmere. PP dressed, smartly but very cozily, he has on the lovelies softest dark grey slippers. Grey is such a beautiful colours in many tones. Television is on low, news of the day, which switches to Strictly, they enjoy the dancing 💃, speaking of the dancing they have done in different places and times. The Ghillies Ball at Balmoral a favourite. Tonight he is having his favourite Boddingtins 🍺 and HMTQ, of course gin and DuBonnet, 🍸.

The election that is nearing May result in parliament sitting over Christmas 🎄. Depending what happens, if new Pm elected HMTQ will have to deliver the speech written by that individual. If that it the care the ceremonial nature will be drastically pared down, as in, no carriage procession, the ceremony inside parliament etc. However, the problem here is this means HMTQ will not have her usual Christmas break at Sandringham as usual. It’s all very disruptive when things are already so skewed.

Well, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂, you do not have to ask who said the first line🤣🤣😂. HMTQ harkens back to her duty, which she has lived up to every second of her a Reign and is not about to drop the ball now!

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Wonderful dear PG……she isn’t going to Winnipeg…..I think another royal is….as they do from time to time….love your stories, such fun! Thank you, so appreciate this!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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126: Nov 27

MM ANON … Archificial carves the Turkey …… Megan BURNS the gravy……Frogmore or LESS… ” Harry PULLS a CRACKER”… Dorito’ where is Dorito??…… An-drew the short straw… Con-sort it out Charles … swimmingly!!🦄🦎 …… “ the general public would lap it up your Highness” …… “ little stars”……… 🎼four and twenty Black-Birds🎼…… “Frozen film party at KP”…… “Darling I’ll cook, how many?”…… “14, no problem!!”…… “a ten pounder”…… “Kate’s cooking old thing”…… “another drink Philip?”… “wait till Christmas Eve !!”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 27/2019 1120 hrs CST Riddle # 125

Archficial carves the Turkey …… Megan BURNS the gravy

Hey MM ANON, l made this exact comment a few days ago🤣🤣😂😂. Yes according to scooby, baby Archie is being weaned at the ripe old age of 25 , doesn’t quite have all his teeth became share denture with madam🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂but his knife skills are unrivalled! Yes, running a blog, where absolutely every single word, idea, photo etc etc etc is lifted, ‘borrowed’ some might say copied, theft,or plagiarism. Aah potato, potahto, same thing all really.

Megan, NOT Meghan, who is Megan burns? I know Megan Burns is an actress, 28 days film anyone seen that? Not my wheelhouse but some like zombies or stuff like that. Give me Fred and Ginger! However, l doubt this is a typo but who really know so, l am going with that. I am certain wherever she is, she is up to something! And likely the idea is lifted🤣🤣😂😂. However, oooooooooohhhhhh, if Catherine wears the emerald tiara at the NATO BANQUET, THE ENTIRE WORLD WILL HEAR A BANSHEE SCREEECHING SO SHRILLY WINDOWS WILL SHATTER! Madam demanded this for the day of the gathering of unhappy people and HMTQ drew the line there and refused! She will be on fire she will be so mad! In fact, l think just being on holiday/rest time/contained time/ oops did l say that?😮😮😮😮😮🤐🤐🤐🤐. Wherever she is, she has pulled out the last relative card out of the back bottom shelf of her very dark closet. I am sure she is on fire with rage not knowing where Harry is or what he is doing and imagining who he is doing it with😁😁😁😁.

PC has returned, he is now at a new level of strength and confidence in decision making, look at the decisions regarding PA! Imagine, just imagine when her time comes, which l do hope and pray the NATO meeting is the last piece of the puzzle!

Money is sometimes referred to as gravy, especially if it’s an extra amount or a lottery like unexpected . I used to work with a guy who LOVED working holidays, he called them “piece of work gravy shifts” l KID YOU NOT!! Because you got time and a half for working that day and then a whole paid day off in addition. To burn the money literally means spending so much so fast it’s literally smoking. So Megan assuming MM ANON means madam is burning the the gravy, she’s spending money like mad or has done.We know SS and all her PR must have cost her a king’s ransom.

Frogmore or LESS…

Frogmore Cottage was officially designated as the Sussexes official residence and allegedly millions of pounds were spent putting in a yoga room with floating floor, baby room, a Doritos room, soundproofing, the garden etc etc etc. Who knows what really was done. We do know they have never lived there and the long litany of celebrities that says they have visited them there and seen/fed/played with archficial are either clients of SS, backers, or both, or untruthfullish. Madam likely thought she was getting Frogmore House😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 . So here is LESS upper case, confirms for me, that FAR LESS MONEY AND FAR FAR FAR LESS WORK was done in terms of remodelling and refurbishing has been done that what PR has said. There has been no visible major changes to the garden, according to locals, who also say the lights are never on, no cars coming and going. The only signs of life were when the builders were there. Were they even working? Or was that for show as well??

” Harry PULLS a CRACKER”…

We always have crackers at Christmas, somehow, whenever l try to pull mine, mine never snap or making that cracking sound🤣🤣😫😫, hence why they are called crackers. We all wear the silly hats, read the jokes and lucky numbers and fight over who got the best silly toy. In fact l ordered the box yesterday! I ordered really pretty ones with old fashioned almost Victorian looking Santa Claus and other pictures on the outside quite lovely. In America, the word cracker has a whole entirely different meaning, it’s a racist White person, l don’t think this is MM ANON’s meaning. To pull can literally mean pull or tug however, it can mean being lucky romantically or more😚wink wink. Sooooo what has Harry been doing to rest and recover from his two year tour l’d duty! Maybe he got the best toy and hat in his cracker😁😁😁😁😁😁 I shall not speculate any further! LOVE YOU HARRY💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Dorito’ where is Dorito??

Where in the world is Carmen SAN Diego🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣 , kids tv show, along with where is Waldo? Doria has been christened online informally as Dorito. She has been completely off the radar, where is she? Custody?, OW. Witless, oops l meant🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂Witness Protection? Who knows! She sure is not the ever loving supportive “AMAZING”, the word Harry was compelled to say in the official engagement interview. Where is she??? She has an ‘assistant’ to walk her dog apparently unless she too gave her dog(s) away?

An-drew the short straw

When you draw straws, the one with the shortest straw gets to do or rather has to do the task no one wanted to do. So what will Anne have to do? Does this involve seating at the NATO Banquet? What what what does our Anne have the unlucky fortune of having to do?

Con-sort it out Charles

Now that Prince Charles has returned from his extended overseas trip, he has decided to spend first a few days with PP. l think this is very wise to seek the counsel of his father who kept the family in line, as it were, or handled delicate situations that needed handling, PP is not King, he is Consort. Oddly though when Charles or William become Kings, their wives become Queen. So Charles is earnestly and wisely seeking his father countenance, wisdom,advice and support in this terribly difficult time. Excellent decision Sir!

swimmingly!!🦄 🦎

When things are going swimmingly, it means they are going really well. Now the other day, Saturday riddle, l thought the riddle was meaning a winter holiday but blue water was apparently a shopping mall, thanks to a kind anon who commented! Are the children doing well in school? Are they taking swimming lessons and doing well? Are they preparing for a warm holiday after Christmas? Or all of the above? I am excitedly awaiting the Christmas photos of them all, especially little Louis to see how he has grown. Did l ever tell that was my dad’s name too??

“ the general public would lap it up your Highness”“ little stars”

Are the Cambridge children going to do a little video for us for Christmas? Yes yes, and yes please! Little stars as in fame but maybe dressed as little stars in panto. Maybe the school Christmas pageant!!!

🎼four and twenty Black-Birds🎼

Six a song if sixpence, very old children’s rhyme, second rhyme MM ANON has referenced. I am singing 🎤 now🤣🤣🤣😂😂 This is a recitation eh? Baking live birds, when l look back on the lyrics of so called children stories or nursery rhymes from ages ago they often are truly dark and dreary. I hate black birds, like magpies, l am sure you all remember my magpie story l told in a riddle awhile back. Blackbirds are EXTREMELY LOUD! aggressive, eat others birds eggs, babies and even kill ear other birds. So 24 of them,yikes, they swoop at your head to. I think 24 is significant, another clue in this riddle says Just wait till CHRISTMAS EVE!! Upper case two !! Now yes Christ’s birth and church on Christmas Eve is the reason for the season, however something MUCH MUCH SIGNIFICANT TO CURRENT ISSUES, OF COURSE CHRIST IS THE MOST IMPORTANT is either going to happen on the 24 th OR be celebrated!!!! I truly am salivating!!!

“Frozen film party at KP”

Sleepover 2.0 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Oh may l come too? I wonder if it’s Frozen 2? The new sequel l mean. This sounds awesome and loud and fun and giggly and everything that is wonderful about a four year old girl!and her friends!!!

“Darling I’ll cook, how many?”…… “14, no problem!!”…… “a ten pounder”…… “

William and Catherine discussing Christmas. The plan had been for them to alternate families each Christmas, doesn’t mean it cannot be Boxing Day. So Catherine knows not just for photo, having lovely children, being a loving wife and mother, looking gorgeous in any and all situations and garb, loyalty, being above reproach etc etc but she is an awesome cook. We even had a pasta recipe of hers here a few weeks ago. So sounds like she is cooking and it will be turkey. The entire Middleton clan adds up to 12, unless you add HMTQ and PP, HARRY. That makes 15. Possibilities, l shall not speculate on.This will prove a very lovely group indeed and absolutely rock solid confidential!!!! THIS HERE. THIS EXCITES ME TO NO END!!!

“Kate’s cooking old thing”…… “another drink Philip?”… “wait till Christmas Eve !!”

PP and HMTQ discussing the Christmas arrangements. No talks of politics intervening in this conversation. It’s rainy, chilly, the fire needs topping up as do they both. The footman arrives almost as the cord is pulled. Refills? He already had them, another Boddingtin 🍺 for himself and gin and DuBonnet 🍸 for HMTQ. Today, she chose a lovely purple sweater, skirt with a lovely purple woven through, he in evening relax dressed and those lovely grey slippers. 72 Christmases married🎄, that’s amazing! They sound pleased as they discuss Catherine cooking the main meal, they will be so glad to see the grandchildren. I wonder shall Catherine cook at Windsor as it would be ever so convenient, church in the forenoon and back home walk or drive after. HMTQ takes the drive, someone usually goes along. Did PP attend last year? I cannot recall, l do recall the last time he attended he walked the walk, so l think it must have been the year before. As they sip on their cocktails, discussing positive plans and things today. Things to look forward too. Things will very soon be done with and madam will be dealt with and out of their life and onto to L.A. or someplace else, who knows. In yesterday’s riddle, the word SOOOOOOP KITCHEN WAS used. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Six zeroes. Is she being paid a million or more, because we do not have a number before the zeroes, unless the upper case S means 5, five, let’s go with that for a minute. Is she being paid five million dollars/pounds/euros for something by someone or is she being led to believe that she is? Something big is going on thoughFOR SURE!!!

Wait till CHRISTMAS EVE!!. All caps, two !! Something big and exciting, besides Santa coming that night of course, is going to be happening! I surely do wonder what that will be!!

That was a beast of a riddle MM ANON

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Thank you dear PG! I so love your additional storytelling…makes it so much fun! You are greatly appreciated, you lovely ladies…PG and MM Anon!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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127: Nov 28

MM ANON ……… pencil thin 👀…… 👧👦🏼👶🎡🎢🎠……… maple, leaf it alone ……… 🛩who knows?……… “one has responsibilities Charles”……… “ six weeks’ and they can’t show the bloody baby.”…… “flown out , bloody good job!!”……… send up the menu!! …… very secure ma’am!! ……… all those SS chappies…… “ I hear she’s quiet the English Rose” ……… “ if only!!”……… “good stock, don’t cha’ know”…… DEEP and CRISP and IVAN…… He’ll stop their extravagant travel. ……… “ charades ,old thing”. …” pass the parcel,Philip!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 28/2019 Riddle #126

🦃🦃HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO OUR AMERICAN FRIENDS 🦃🦃

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pencil thin 👀

We do know our Catherine has always been athletic and lithe, but comments are more and more , how thin she has become, this phrase, pencil thin,goes way back to my childhood when people still used pencils🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Who is voicing this comment and should we be concerned. I hate Diana comparisons. Everyone copes with stresses differently however l wouldn’t howl from the rooftops just yet. She’s fine, ore than, stunning, gorgeous, excellent mother, partner and working Royal. She just spent a couple of days working in the maternity. I know she gets terribly ill in her first trimester with each child. Sometimes women get ‘baby fever’. My niece is a maternity nurse,they thought they were done their family with the boys they had. Well baby fever rolled in and thank God it did because they have the sweetest girl God ever made, l love that child more than my own life!

👧👦🏼👶🎡🎢🎠

This looks fun, the Cambridge children at an exposition as we call them in Canada or expo for short. Others call them fairs or amusement parks. Will this be the Christmas video gift we will get to see? Or are they planning a winter holiday? I cannot fathom them at Disney WORKD or Universal, the security would be impossible unless they shut it down for them, but where’s the fun in that? Quite frankly, l enjoyed the video of the riding their bikes. I love seeing them do the ordinary things every child should be able to do.its marvellous, they are a wonderful family. We are so blessed!!

maple, leaf it alone

Oh I most certainly hope this means that no trash blows into our fair country from points east. This surely is a word play, maple, leaf it alone maple leave it alone. The Maple leaf is right centre on our Canadian flag 🇨🇦. Leave the idea of moving to Canada alone, despite MA being Canadian. With madams history and the iiiii, even with our CSIS recent crises, l doubt once that, once she is done with being Royal, she will be anywhere near Canada. Will the issue with the CSIS head of intelligence being charged be discussed officially at the NATO meeting? I am absolutely certain it has been greatly discussed at length by all the Five Eyes member as well as NATO intelligence overall.

🛩who knows?

As much as we know, rather make that we know very little about where she or Harry are, yet madam was reportedly seen a week or more ago at a small airport taking a private jet out of Oxfordshire, destinations unknown, current point unknown, to us, but MI6 will be all over her like a bad rash, she just doesn’t know it. I highly doubt, wherever they are, that they are together.

“one has responsibilities Charles”“ six weeks’ and they can’t show the bloody baby.”

PC , upon his return has been spending a few days at Wood Farm with PP. l am quite certain seeking his counsel as well as spending time together. Voicing continued frustration that in six weeks baby archficial has made nary an appearance during what was meant to be relaxing unscheduled free time, therefore no obstacle at all from baby archficial visiting. Except for a few pesky things, he’s a doll, she was never pregnant, it’s not Harry’s child and the surrogate wants the baby whoever the donors were, all allegedly of course!

Speaking of HMTQ and PC duty, the Firm comes first. Decisions regarding PA had to be made to protect the Firm. Wise counsel as ever from father to som , from Consort and partner of a Queen to the King in waiting who is having evermore responsibilities sent his way.

“flown out , bloody good job!!”send up the menu!! Very secure ma’am!!

I believe madam has been in custody of a sort this entire time, rehab, psychiatric, or both. LG arrives with information that she has been escorted out of the country, or intelligence have facts that reflect she has flown out of the country and that the intel is solid, he says very secure ma’am, meaning the information is secure, madam is secured or both and it’s reason for celebration. Order up a great dinner and some 🍸.LG had arrived with information, while HMTQ and PP have been talking, reassuring HMTQ, that she, is well secured, the information is well secured and the family is well secured. LG will join for dinner, or cocktail at the very least.

all those SS chappies

Each and every SS has been ordered to leave the country and lost their best client from whom they would never get fully paid anyhow! I wonder if, and how many, American, international and U.K. law get broken with PR, if any, l don’t know. However, l do know treason law, and it seems nobody bothered to check laws in a country with a Monarchy. It could well be that a plethora of actions undertaken may just bring about a world of legal trouble for the SS chappies as they are called here. I don’t know, l am voicing questions, perhaps there is a British legal mind reading this that might know.

“ I hear she’s quiet the English Rose”

“ if only!!”……… “good stock, don’t cha’ know”

Can l really say what l think? I believe strongly that Harry has found someone. Now is she a quiet rose, like speaks softly, or quite a rose, as in very English, pretty, English manners and understanding of aristocracy and Royalty. Are we to think that is where he has been spending his time? If this is the case, it sounds like they cannot yet , obviously, be officially a couple, but she is English and comes from a very good family! Oh this is exciting!

DEEP and CRISP and IVAN…… He’ll stop their extravagant travel.

When you deep fry or bake something you want it deep, crisp and even. Here we have deep, crisp and Ivan. IVAN is an obvious Russian name and reference Deep, May be deep cover, as is spies or law enforcement going deep under cover infiltration of an organization or country for intelligence gathering. Is there talk of the Madam and MA seeking refuge with Vlad? We have had several mention of Putin in the last few riddles. Yes, if you are a citizen of Russia you do or not do only what he wants done or done to. Burns can be deep and crisp. Cold can be deep. Russia has some of the coldest places on the planet. There are many who ponder who she really is, her missing years, her connections and who she is allegedly really working for. This NATO summit may result in intel shared and information released that may just be earth shattering and life changing for some!

Has madam found instead of pale, male and stale, a nice oligarch to fund her lifestyle? She is far too old, used up, and Russia is full of beautiful women to choose from. However she does possess an alleged skill set that some enjoy and most have never heard of , allegedly.

“ charades ,old thing”. …” pass the parcel,Philip!!

Sandringham Christmas, for the Royal family, has four certain things, family goes to church, family dinner, gag gifts and wickedly competitive games of charades. HMTQ and PP talking abut and very much looking forward to it. Appears they are wrapping Christmas gifts as the talk.

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Sorry for lack of stories today kids, headache, but l wanted to at least give the riddle a go

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Nothing gets in your way dear PG! No matter what, you always tell great stories and add so much to the riddles! Thank you for doing this, so appreciated! Sounding wonderful!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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128: Nov 29

MM ANON …… 🎼 build it up with wood and clay🎼 ……… a crown script …… Harry’s rapid response …… the wrong side of the tunnel ……… “give time,time old boy”……… “ if it was Good enough for HM”……… tagged ,bad, and dangerous to know ……… look ,listen and learn ……… black fry-day……”nowhere as secluded as Sandringham”……… “she’s a beauty mate, breath of fresh air”

First of all my prayers and sympathy for the terrible losses today, the act of a madman. Extreme gratitude to the brave members of the public who went well into harms way to keep others safe. Gratitude to the armed police response and all the police officers, emergency personnel, the trauma team that was choppers onto the scene and every first responder. My prayers for all the secondary victims, the witnesses, the people whose memories are triggered by this’d senseless violence. 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 29/2019 1845 hrs CST RIDDLE #127

🎼 build it up with wood and clay🎼

This is a line from the classic children’s song, London Bridge is falling down. As I said in my opening, ‘twas a horrific act by a madman. I do trust the Terrorism Unit will investigate and see if this was a lone wolf, or part of a cell. Many ISIS and other prisoners have been released as their sentences served. This may just be a message of what to come in the Holy part of the year December, for a variety of faiths. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

a crown script

The television show The Crown airs on Netflix. I have never seen it. Reports and comments say there are quite the liberties taken with the truth. The current actor portraying HMTQ is Olivia Colman, academy award winner last year, is not doing as good a job as a Claire Foy, the previous actor.l read about things but don’t have the patience to watch. Apparently she plays HMTQ angrily’ , is what l have read. However, l do believe what isn’t known about HMTQ is and would far more complex and interesting than any television show.

Script is the writing for the speaking part of a play, film, tv show etc. Script can be a manner of writing, the font, is there some new engraving being added to the crown? I read the crackers for Christmas, HMTQ has bespoke ones for each family, some have gold crowns and some silver, l do believe there are inscriptions on each, hence crown script!

Harry’s rapid response

Was Harry involved in today’s event? Did he rush in to help? Or help a by-stander. Prince Harry was an Apache pilot and worked in Intelligence whilst serving in Afghanistan. I just wonder if he was helpful in any manner today. With Invictus, he and all the members this will possibly trigger, potentially bad episodes of their PTSD. I truly wonder if Harry has taken action in that regard to help out those triggered by this horrible event.

the wrong side of the tunnel

Because everything above was shut down, so was the tube, making the tunnel unusable. I wonder if some of the victims came out of the same side of the tunnel, before it was shut down and just happened to be bystanders in the situation. Kind of like , no exactly like being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“give time,time old boy”

PP has been ill, and very likely frustrated, he is being encouraged to give it time, to recover and feel better.Or is this PP saying this to PC who l think is still with him, l am bot certain of THST, just an idea.

“ if it was Good enough for HM”

Boy this reminds me of madam wanting air freshener in the Chapel at Windsor for her wedding. She was probably smelling her own sulfur! Is this, l cannot believe l am going to say this, but is this about the NATO banquet and the jewel the women will wear, l am thinking madam, wanting some specific and being given plain or something she didn’t want to wear and then the line was said, if it was Good enough for HM. Stop screaming at me! I know, breathe, l know there is NO WAY on this earth madam will be at this banquet, however with her one just does not know what a wild cat will do!

tagged ,bad, and dangerous to know

The killer on the bridge today that the public wrestled down after he stabbed many, two died, was an Islamic terrorist wearing an electronic monitoring tag. A bad bad man, now no longer among us! Yet there are many many many more! We all need to be vigilant! Bravo to those brave individuals today!!!

look ,listen and learn

This applies to each of us, a basic life lesson. Law enforcement in London was repeatedly saying today, if you see anything suspicious call them. Look, Listen, and Learn is also a trained learning of audio-visual correspondence, basically videos with sound,ie voicemail, FaceTime, Skype, text, imessage, etc etc as opposed to other embeddings, like plans for bombs hidden inside of a painting, a lot of ultra secret manners to embed data. requiring labeled intelligence. Is this the manner of monitoring of madam and other persons of interest? Is this how incriminating information was obtained allegedly by individuals at the SewHoe Farm? And other SewHoe places?

black fry-day

Today is Black Friday, started in America the day following their Thanksgiving, the first day officially to Christmas shop with sales galore. It has gone global! It’s madness, queuing up at 0300 to buy a tv!! Here we have black fry- day, what’s being fried? Or who?

Fry can means destroy and one wears black when in mourning. Both are directly a result of the horror that happened in London today. Lives lost, families destroyed, people traumatized and retraumatized. This was definitely one black Friday!

“nowhere as secluded as Sandringham”“she’s a beauty mate, breath of fresh air”

We have had several clues in succession on what l believe this to be. I do believe Harry has found someone during this horror time with madam. It would explain her rages when she cannot find him, putting out the PR that he was missing and his family was worried sick. We have not Harry for awhile. Next l believe will be NATO greeting and then the NATO banquet on December 3/2019. Sounds like Sandringham may be a nice secluded place for them to spend time together. And just as yesterday’s riddle said, this speaker is also giving a ringing endorse,ent if her!

Kids this was an extremely challenging riddle. I seem to be losing my abilities to interpret them. This is my best go. I hope at least some of it is helpful. It truly is me giving 110% effort.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you dear PG….your hard work is always appreciated….🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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lululawrence · 5 years

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2017 Fics Written by lululawrence (1/2)

Master Fic Masterpost / Buy me a Coffee?

Easy, Breezy, Beautiful (5k)

“Louis, I can’t go to school like this! Help me!”

Louis looked his sister up and down and found that her uniform looked pretty par for the course and her golden brown hair actually looked nicer than usual. Unsure what the issue was, he just rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake up the rest of the way.

“Okay, erm...so how exactly can I help you?” he slowly asked. Maybe if he tried to have her tell him what she expected of him he could figure out how to help her.

“I need something to cover this spot on my forehead! It’s massive!”

...or the one where Phoebe has a makeup emergency and, luckily for all of them but Louis especially, Harry is just the man to help.

Bloody Mary (1k)

The Mosquito Direction crack fic you never knew you needed.

I Don't Know What To Believe (6k) - Part Two of the Everything You Do Is Magic Series

“The fuck is that?” Louis asked. Harry took his eyes off the baby for the first time in who knows how long and didn’t say anything, just held the card out to Louis. Louis, however, seemed to be a bit spooked at a baby showing up in their kitchen with no warning and wasn’t moving any closer.

Harry waved the card in his outstretched hand, showing he was getting a bit frustrated with Louis’ lack of cooperation. “It’s a fucking baby, that’s what! Take the damn card and read it!”

Louis gave Harry his classic unimpressed face. “I know it’s a fucking baby, you twat. Whose baby?”

“Maura and Bobby’s, I’d imagine,” Harry mumbled quietly, letting his arm fall to his side.

Or the one where Harry and Louis find Niall has somehow become a baby and turned up on their kitchen table.

The Day Is Up And Calling (4k)

All Harry was trying to find was his flatmate, Ed, but if he finds Ed's new fit employee instead? Well...things could be worse.

bend me, shape me (4k) - Co-Written with @dimpled-halo and @a-writerwrites

“You forgot something, didn’t you, darling?” Louis didn’t bother to look at Harry, but his voice said everything Harry was sure he’d see in his eyes if he did. There was an undercurrent of teasing, but a sort of condescending agitation that Harry was, unfortunately, very familiar with.

Shit. He’d forgotten something.

“Were we supposed to go somewhere?”

Louis didn’t answer — he just ran his thumb over the head of his fully hard cock and groaned, the sound of it going straight to Harry’s groin. “Um. It’s not your birthday…” Harry was wracking his brain. “Our anniversary is May 10th. Um…”

“Our marriage anniversary is May 10th. Husband.” Louis was staring at him vehemently now. And, of course. Of course that was what it was. An anniversary.

****

Harry forgets an anniversary. Louis helps him remember.

I Found A Love (4k)

Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump. He spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.

Standing in front of him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle commercial. He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots? Louis wasn’t quite sure how to take him, but he certainly had a presence. He was also likely confused about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section was.

Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.

That's Not My Name (3k)

He froze for a second, because he hadn’t expected to be hit with such an intense gaze. Green eyes beneath a beanie and loads of curly hair made Louis miss a beat before coming back to himself.

“Uh, hi. Sorry. Can I take your order?”

The boy (man?) gave a shy smile and said, “Just a caramel macchiato, please. Grande.” Louis nodded as he scribbled onto the cup and punched it into the register.

As the boy held his phone to the machine to pay, Louis asked, “Name please?”

“Oh, uh, Marcus.”

Louis scribbled Marcus on the cup and handed it off, but not before giving the boy a smile and nodding over to where he’d be able to pick up his drink. Louis watched him a bit longer than he probably should have, then forced himself to move on.

Or the one where the cute boy coming into the coffee shop gives Louis a different name every time...for over a month.

Be A Daymaker (5k)

“If you guys purchase fifty items between now and Saturday’s live, then Louis here will do one of my live sales next week.”

At Lottie's announcement, Louis did a little dance of mock excitement and Harry gasped.

“Yeah, you’re all wondering why that would be so great, right?” Harry scoffed. Who would complain about this arrangement other than Louis? Harry knows from chatting with some of the other regulars that he wasn’t the only one of Lottie’s viewers with a crush on her brother. “Well, not only will he do a live, but he’ll do the live in an outfit of your choosing.”

Or, a completely self indulgent AU where Louis and Lottie are a consultant team for LuLaRoe and Harry is one of their most loyal customers.

Love Me Like You Do (4k)

“Yeah, but is working in a field completely unrelated to what I’m educated in and what I want to do really paying my dues? And Lou, I’m 28. I’m 28 working a job I don’t enjoy, still living with my best friend, minutes from my mom’s house.”

“You’re saying that living with me isn’t the best part of your life right now, fucker,” Louis complained, poking Harry in the ribs where he knew he was sensitive. Harry squeaked and moved his arm to protect his side before apologizing.

“I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just…” Harry sighed. “I feel like I’m just treading water and I have been for ages now. I’m glad I have a job that covers what I need it to, and I’m incredibly lucky to have you with me as well, but like…”

Louis waited, but the silence wasn’t filled.

Or the one where it's time for Harry's ten year reunion and Louis being his fake boyfriend for the night changes things more than they expected.

What Happens Next (5k)

“So anyway,” Louis said on a yawn, making Harry yawn as well. “What can I do for you?”

“Uhm. Well, I was wondering how a free vacation sounded to you.”

Harry knew he had Louis’ attention fully because his voice suddenly sounded much more alert.

“I’d say you’re trying to sell me something, because nothing in life is free. However, I am listening.”

Or a fic where Harry has to pick up the pieces and ends up on the couples cruise that should have been his honeymoon...with his best friend Louis.

Validation (4k)

“Hey, how are you?” Harry asked. He’d found that sometimes just a smile and a kind face was all that was needed to brighten someone’s day.

“Oh, uhm. I’m alright. Can you validate me?”

Harry chuckled inwardly, but decided to go ahead and take him literally.

Or the one where Harry worked in a parking garage and he totally didn’t mean for this, the whole validation of people as well as their parking tickets, to become a thing. It just kinda...did.

Cake, Phone, Harry (3k)

It was so innocent. Louis hadn’t been expecting it. “See you at home around 6!” Harry’s text read, and then at the very end he’d snuck one of those very graphics Louis had come to dislike so much.

A smiley emoji.

Or the one where Louis is probably the last holdout when it comes to using emojis, but that doesn't last forever.

Same White Shirt (10k)

“Oh my God. What are you holding?”

Harry was startled to hear an English voice coming from behind him that he didn’t know. He’d thought he knew all the English employees around here. When he turned around there was a man with the most stunning eyes and incredible cheekbones known to man in the doorway looking with absolute distaste at the suit Harry had just been thinking of so fondly.

“It’s my suit for the show,” Harry said firmly. This guy was obviously an assistant if the badge and plate of fruit he was holding were anything to go by, but as he began walking to where the table was in the room, Harry noticed he was walking with a slight limp. Oh shit.

Or the one where Harry's on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting.

Now That It's Over (8k)

“What are the odds we would both be at Mariano’s on a Thursday night?”

Louis’ shoulders tensed. What the hell was he doing here?

“Harry? Hi? The odds are pretty crazy, yeah.”

Harry smiled down at Louis the way he used to, but there was also a glint in his eye that Louis absolutely did not like. Harry was also dressed in his favorite black and white striped women’s jeans and a printed shirt only he would ever be able to pull off. It was quite rude of him to come and interrupt Louis, particularly while looking so good. Louis hadn’t seen him since he’d finished moving his shit out of what was once their shared flat, so this being the first time seeing him wasn’t exactly providence in Louis’ mind.

Or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis' dates.

A Word We've Only Heard (7k)

So, where are you headed?” Liam asked, not wanting to sit in awkward silence for their journey. It was twelve hours to Chicago, and that was far too long to sit and not chat with his fellow passenger in front of him.

“Chicago,” he answered, his blue eyes meeting Liam’s own. “It’s home. Been on the road for quite some time now, it’s the first time I’ll be able to sleep in my own bed in almost a month.”

Liam whistled. “You must be pretty excited.”

The man gave a soft smile, which made him look younger than Liam initially expected; he might even still be in his twenties. He wondered what kind of a life this man had led to look so tired until he smiled.

Or, it's 1951, Harry is the owner of a music shop, and Louis is a traveling salesman making his way back home.

No Chance At All (5k)

As an omega, Louis naturally had the ability to sense alphas, so it wasn’t like this was an unusual situation for him. The difference here was that this man smelled so strong and so ridiculously good. Louis had never been so attracted to someone’s scent before. Add the fact that this worker whose name tag read “Harry” looked like some kind of greek god with his long curly hair and dimples as he chatted up the older woman ordering currently, and Louis was already a goner.

Or the one where Louis just wants to drink good coffee and work on his homework in peace, but the alpha barista is charming to everyone but him, and that just pisses him off.

(Make You Want To) Scream (16k)

While Louis' left hand plays with his nipple, his right reaches down and wraps around his dick and that's when he really knows something is wrong.

The dick in his hand does not feel like his own.

Nothing Please Me More Than You (8k)

This guy came in every day and without fail said or did something that made Louis pause and puzzle over what it meant. His accent was American, but it had to be some regional dialect from nearby or something because everything sounded sharper when he spoke. A little more crisp. Like he’d worked with one of those dialect coaches that had been used when talking pictures first started being made.

Louis shook his head and tried to rid himself of lectures from the film history course he’d taken last semester. It obviously had no bearing on what was going on with hot dude in the corner. Still, Louis would love to pick his brain and figure out where he was from. How his hair always looked so perfect. If he liked to kiss boys.

Or...the one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything.

Let Me Make It Better (4k)

Dan's house was large and spacious, but there were still only five bedrooms for a family of, what would soon be, nine. The division seemed quite simple, in Louis’ mind. Mom and Dan would obviously get the master suite, Lottie and Fizzy would share the largest room with Phoebe and Daisy getting the next largest, the newest twins would get the smaller room that was closest to the master suite, and Louis would take the smallest room right beside the bathroom since he didn’t have to share.

Lottie and Fizzy vehemently disagreed.

Or the one where Louis was seven years old when he moved in next door to Harry, but now that they're in their senior year of college, everything is starting to change.

My Cup of Tea (2k)

In which Harry is the trainer for Louis' new hire class, and his quirks might be exactly what Louis needs to pay attention.

#mine #my fics #my fic rec #my fic masterpost #2017 fics masterpost #fic rec

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chuffyfan87 · 5 years

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Hiding. Part 46b

“And I didn’t lie to you, either.”

"Did you know two weeks ago?"

“I suspected but I didn’t know.”

"You're lying. Mum went to the doctors three weeks ago."

“Your mum and I wanted to wait until we were twelve weeks. To tell everyone. To make sure the baby was ok.”

"I asked mum what was going on and she told me it was nothing."

“We didn’t want to worry you. We still don’t. I need you to talk to me, tell me how you feel?”

"All you ever do is lie to me. Ever since I was little." Peter blurted out.

“I didn’t know you were my son Peter!” Charlie rubbed the back of his neck.

"Look in the mirror dad, it's pretty obvious!"

“It is now! But back then, it wasn’t.”

"You slept with my mum nine months before I was born!"

“It wasn’t that simple.” Charlie replied.

"So Louis' mum wasn't just calling mum names coz she's nasty?"

“She only calls your mum those names because she’s jealous.”

"And not coz it's true?" Peter asked, his words barely audible.

“No! Peter. You need to listen to me.” Charlie sighed.

"Why should I when all either of you do is lie to me?"

“You want the truth? All of it?” Charlie replied.

"Yes!"

“I slept with your mum because I was drunk.” Charlie replied, “We both were. I always thought you were my son. But I don’t want to say anything because I didn’t know what I wanted. I went from one woman to the next. I refused to break your mum’s heart like I’d done to all those other women!” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I loved your mum for a very long time but I was scared.”

"If you loved her why didn't you stop the bad things that happened to her? To us?"

“You mean what Andrew did to you all?”

"You let him hurt her again and again."

“I didn’t know he was hurting you both. I only knew when your mum was taken to the hospital when Andrew had hurt her when she was pregnant with Em. That’s when I found everything out.”

"I called you. I left a message. She promised me she'd tell you."

“Your mum was scared.” Charlie sighed, “As soon as I realised what was going on, I got your mum out of there. And you and Jake.”

"Why didn't you call and check mum was OK? Didn't you care? Mum was hurting and I didn't know who else to tell." Peter began to cry.

“I went to the hospital. When your mum got hurt. I was there. You helped me that night Peter. Because your message made me call the police.” Charlie sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his son into a hug. “You saved your mum and your sister.”

"No, you don't understand. I called you before that night."

“You did?” Charlie frowned. “When?”

"Mum had just come back from a wedding. They had a huge row. He was calling her all sorts of horrible things. He smacked her head onto the kitchen worktop. She started shaking on the floor. He kicked her." The tears were streaming down his face. "I hid under my bed with the phone. I called you but it wasn't you that answered. She said she'd tell you."

“Who? Baz?” Charlie closed his eyes. “She never told me, Peter. If she had, I’d have come round.” He closed his eyes and kissed the top of his son's head, still holding him tightly. “Does your mum having another baby, scare you?” He asked as he lay down with his son in his arms.

"Why does she hate mum so much that she didn't tell you?"

“Because Baz always knew where my heart lay.” Charlie sighed. “With your mum.”

"Jake said that mum's gunna be OK this time. That's not true is it?" Peter whispered.

“Truthfully I don’t know. So far, so good though. No problems with your mum’s heart. She goes to the doctor once a week to make sure everything’s ok. And it is at the minute.”

"And the fits?"

“They’re something your mum has now and again. There’s usually no warning but they have been part of her life for a very long time. Since she was seventeen.”

"We were doing about epilepsy in science the other day - is that what's wrong with her?"

“Yes. Your mum has a form of epilepsy. It usually happens when she hits her head, she’ll have a seizure.”

"Does she take medication for it?"

“No medication. At least, not that I’m aware off.”

Peter nodded. "That's good because my teacher said that the medication isn't suitable for pregnant women."

“No it’s not you're right. Why don’t you ask your mum if she’s on any medication?” Charlie smiled and kissed the top of Peter's head. “I can try and protect your mum. But believe me, Peter, your mum can be a very stubborn when she wants to be.”

A small smile began to pull at the corners of Peter's lips. "Yeh she is."

“Not every man can handle that stubbornness. They feel threatened by it.”

"But she's just standing up for herself." Peter shrugged. "Isn't that a good thing?"

“Some men don’t like it because they can’t control women. I love your mum’s stubbornness and her ambition and drive.” Charlie smiled, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

Peter considered his father's words. "I wouldn't want to control a woman I loved. No-one should be treated like that."

“You’re a very smart young boy, Peter.” Charlie smiled, “I don’t control your mum, you know that don’t you?”

Peter nodded. "Mum's different with you. She's not as jumpy as she used to be."

“Shall I let you in on a little secret?”

Peter nodded, curious.

“I showed your mum that I love everything about her. Even those really annoying stubborn traits of hers that she hates.” Charlie smiled, “Do you want to talk for a while? You’ve got my attention for as long as you need it.”

"How did you know you were in love with mum?"

“Because your mum was all I could think about. She gave me butterflies, all the time. She still gives me butterflies.”

Peter nodded, mulling the words around in his head.

“Are you in love with Sarah?” Charlie asked.

"I'm not sure. I really like her. I think about her a lot..." Peter's cheeks blushed bright red.

Charlie smiled, “Can I ask a question? Is she your first girlfriend?”

Peter nodded. "Her dad said that no-one falls in love with their first girlfriend, not really."

“No maybe not but your first girlfriend is always special.”

"What was your first girlfriend like?"

“She was called Emma. We were fifteen. She was brunette with grey eyes.”

"When did you last see her?"

“A very long time ago.” Charlie laughed gently. “Not since school.”

"Do you ever wonder what she's up to now?"

“Not really.” Charlie replied.

"Why not? How can she no longer mean anything to you?"

“Because I was a teenager when I met her. When we left school. We lost contact.”

"I can't imagine Sarah not meaning anything to me."

“She will.”

"Can you fall in love more than once? Or is it something that only really happens once?"

“You can fall in love more than once.” Charlie replied. “I did.”

"Was it different each time?"

Charlie nodded.

"Can I ask you something?" Peter mumbled.

“You can ask me anything.”

"When did you..?" Peter looked down, picking at his fingers. "Um... You know..?"

“Kiss her?”

"Yeh... And, you know..." Peter started to blush again.

“Are you thinking about sex?” Charlie asked.

"My mate Danny says he slept with his girlfriend recently. That everyone's doing it. I don't know..."

“Most guys just say that because they think it’s cool.” Charlie smiled, “You're fourteen. I’d rather you waited until you were sixteen but—“ He paused, “Have you spoken to Sarah?”

"I don't want to push her. The lads said that if she really liked me then she'd do it but it just doesn't feel right to ask her. I tried to tell them that but they laughed at me."

“You are a lot more mature than boys your age Peter.” Charlie smiled, “Do you know about contraception? Safe sex?”

"Of course I do! I'm not stupid!"

“I’m not suggesting you are stupid. I just wanted to know. Put my own mind at rest that if you were going to have sex, you’ll do it safely.”

Peter nodded. There was a brief silence between them. "You didn't answer the question."

“When did I have sex?”

"Yeh."

“I... I was eighteen.” Charlie admitted.

"Did you like her a lot?"

“I’ll be honest.” Charlie paused; “When I was younger, I had no respect for girls. I...” He paused again trying to find the right words, “I was a bit of a player. Ladies man.”

"What changed?"

“Things didn’t change until, until I met your mum I guess. And I started to see her.”

"Coz she was different?"

“Really different. It just scared me.”

"Did you realise you liked her straight away? You've known each other a long time."

“Your mum had always been this really special person because she was my best friend. Then one day I realised I never wanted to be apart from her. Ever.” Charlie admitted.

"I like that you make her happy."

“All I ever want to do is make you, your siblings and your mum happy. If I can do that, it makes me happy.” Charlie replied and kissed Peter’s forehead.

"I'm sorry I got angry at you earlier."

“You’re allowed to get angry and upset. I don’t mind.” Charlie smiled, “I’m just glad you can talk to me about these things.”

"You won't tell mum what I said about the lads at school will you?"

“No I won’t.” Charlie promised.

"I'm hungry." Peter paused. "I should probably say sorry to mum too."

“Yeah you should.” Kissing Peter’s forehead again, Charlie got up. “Love you son, shall we go and get dinner?”

Peter nodded and followed his dad downstairs.

The whole family sat around the table and had their dinner in silence.

The longer the meal went on the more fidgety Tilly became. “Daddy? Ask you question?” She asked but didn’t wait for Charlie’s reply, “How did baby get into mummy’s tummy?”

“Oh erm—-“ Charlie blushed a little, looking uncomfortable. He looked at Duffy for help! How was he - they - going to explain that one? “Well... erm...”

Duffy tried not to laugh as she watched Charlie squirm.

“Well... mummy and daddy do special things together and that’s how a baby gets in mummy’s tummy...”

“What kind of special things?” Tilly asked.

“Erm...“ He looked at Duffy again and mouthed, “Help?!” He took a few minutes to pause, “Holding hands and kissing.”

Duffy raised an eyebrow at him as a snort of laughter escaped.

“Lewis says his mummy and daddy make funny noises when they do special things together.” Lottie piped up.

Charlie could feel the heat raising to his face further!

Duffy nearly choked on her food.

“Do you and mummy make funny noises when you do special things?” Tilly asked.

Jake found it hilarious and began to laugh. Peter spat his drink out across the table and coughed.

“Erm... Can we finish eating girls, please?” Charlie attempted to divert the attention off the subject they were discussing.

"How does the baby get out?" Lottie asked, tilting her head to stare at her mum.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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sj-thefan · 5 years

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VII

As a child, one of my favourite weekly events were the concerts. Each Saturday would be spent getting ready to go to the Opera House. My mother would have my nurse and a ladies maid spend the morning curling and styling my hair before dressing me in my most elaborate puffy gown.

Then, after an early afternoon tea, father, mother, Victor and I would climb into our carriage and go to the show.

I would always run out of the carriage as soon as the door opened, Victor trailing behind me. We would stand in the middle of the lobby and watch all the people coming in. Some nights the Carlyles would come. Those were the best nights. Phillip would join Victor and me as we made up stories for each of the people who entered. Eventually, just before the show would begin, my parents would come over and send Phillip back to his parents. My father would pick up Victor and carry him to the seats while mother scolded me for running and other improper lady behaviours before grabbing my hand and marching us to our seats.

Some nights we would watch a singer, others an orchestra. Each time I was filled with magical music and fell into a blissful state that would last the entire night.

Unfortunately, Jenny Lind's performance did not last.

Jenny came to America a week after we returned. Many of the circus cast was fairly excited and I was too. I hadn't been to the Opera House since my mother got pregnant with Thomas and said the loud noise wasn't good for a baby's ears. For many, this would be their first show.

Lettie, Anne, and a couple of the other girls, including myself, went to get dresses for the day. Lottie choose a tight blue dress with a black belt and fingerless gloves. Anne picked a dress with a blue skirt and a sheer top with butterflies covering her chest and shoulders. She also had a blue and green hat which matched her dress. I decided to stick with their blue theme and choose a simple light blue dress with long sleeves that almost reached my wrist but a less puffed skirt then the dress I had worn in England.

As the time for the show came near I headed to the circus. Lettie, Anne, and several others from the circus were going to meet up beforehand and go all together. Walking through the halls to the front door of the Barnum's house, I passed Caroline struggling to pin part of Helen's hair back.

"Would you like some help?" I asked.

She jumped at my words but replied "Yes please," with a grateful sigh.

I moved into the room and pushed the pins into place. Helen was wearing a greenish-blue dress. I picked a green pin off the table and placed it in her hair.

"There," I said. "Perfect."

"Thank you Y/n!" Helen shouted.

"Yeah, thanks," Caroline added. I looked at her pink dress before grabbing a bright pink headband with a little bow and handing it to her.

"No problem," I said. "I'll see you two at the show."

When we arrived at the Opera House, we were greeted by Phillip. He quickly ran off to see where we were sitting. As we were waiting, I began people watching.

In the middle of deciding if a man was a secret agent or a master criminal in disguise, I spotted the Carlyles. They were nicely dressed and didn't bother paying attention to our group. Mr. Bennett followed slightly behind, taking in all of his surroundings. As his eyes glazed the room they landed on mine. He sent a small smile to me before realizing who I was standing with and turning his smile into a smirk.

Phillip returned and showed us to the standing room mumbling something about 'visibility'. I stood between him and Lettie, Anne on his other side and everyone else piled around and behind us.

The lights went down and Mr. Barnum walked onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. I recently had the privilege of hearing the most divine voice I've ever heard. Now, I know that sounds like Barnum humbug but I have a 100 bottles of good champagne on ice that says that this is not just another sideshow novelty. May I present, the Swedish Nightingale," he paused for dramatic effect, "Miss Jenny Lind."

Applause filled the room as the curtain rose.

Once the room was silent, the orchestra began playing and she started to sing, "I'm trying to hold to my breath, let it stay that way. Can't let this moment end. You set off a dream with me. Getting louder now. Can you hear it echoing?"

I noticed Phillip stir slightly.

"Take my hand. Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling without you."

Anne had stiffened.

"All the shine of a thousand spotlights. All the stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough, never be enough. Towers of gold are still too little. These hands could hold the world but it will never be enough, never be enough-"

I noticed Anne was relaxed and had a ghost of a smile creeping up her face. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. I turned to my other side to see Lettie mesmerized by Jenny's song.

"-for me! Never, never. Never, never. never for me. Never enough, never enough, never enough, for me, for me, for me."

"All the shine of a thousand spotlights. All the stars we steal from the night sky, will never be enough, never be enough."

As she continued singing, a man sitting in front of us turned around and whispered to the women beside him. I recognized them immediately as Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle. I followed their gaze to Phillip and Anne.

"These hands could hold the world but it will never be enough-"

All of a sudden, Anne left the room, her smile completely gone. I gave a confused glance at Phillip and, when I didn't get a response, followed Anne.

"-Never be enough!"

"Anne!" I called. "Anne! Stop running."

"What!" she snapped. I had been chasing her and when she stopped I ran into her.

As she helped me up, I got a good look at her face. It was red and tears were slowing sliding down it. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she said quietly. Her voice was completely different from usual. The confidence which had always accompanied it before was completely gone.

"Okay," I said, giving her a hug.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" she stuttered.

"Hugging you," I stated. "Something's wrong, but you don't want to talk. That's okay. When I'm upset, a hug always makes me feel better, so... I'm hugging you!"

She smiled and wrapped her arms around me, finally letting the tears fall.

After a few minutes, I managed to move her to a bench in the lobby. I sat there holding her hand and occasionally wiping away her tears with my handkerchief.

After a while, she spoke. "Thank you, Y/n."

"Don't worry about it."

"It's just, when he grabbed my hand and - I thought - maybe he's different. But then he let go and - and I saw these people looking at us - he's not different!"

Phillip. She was talking about Phillip. I felt a tightness in my chest.

"It's okay," I whispered as I consoled her. "Phillip- he's- well, he's new to this kind of life. He grew up like me. He learned that different is bad and that he should only be around people who were the same as him. As an only child, it was probably more enforced in him than it was for me." I looked over at Anne. She was watching me closely. I smiled at her. "I'm sure he just got scared. It's nothing to worry about."

"People are always going to look at us like that. Like we're dirt."

"Those two that were looking at you in there, they are his parents," I told her.

"Ha!" she laughed sarcastically. "Face it Y/n, Phillip and I aren't meant to be. The world is against us."

I knew there wasn't anything I could say or do to make her change her mind. But I knew someone who could.

The after-party was atrocious. All the rich families were present, excluding mine, and they were all walking around and saying things like "wasn't she absolutely marvellous" or "Mr. Barnum is quite the surprising man."

The only positive thing to happen was meeting Jenny Lind. She was very pleasant when Mr. Barnum introduced me. But our time was short as she was soon whisked away into the sea of high-value fans each wishing to converse with a European celebrity.

I was in the midst of picking up a particularly delicious looking chocolate when Mr. Barnum's voice rang out through the room.

"-Yes, yes, those are your granddaughters."

He was standing in a group with Jenny, Charity, Caroline, Helen, and two people I assumed must be their grandparents. Charity stepped forward and whispered something to P.T. before he started to raise his voice again.

"-Not here? You are afraid that I'm gonna embarrass your parents in front of their fancy friends? I really don't think that I have that power." He turned to look at the man. "An insignificant man like me... was clearly destined to lead an insignificant life."

"All that fortune and still just a tailor's boy," the man replied.

"Get out."

As the two walked out, loud laughter and shouting was heard from the hallway. I immediately recognized Lettie's laugh and ran to the door to see my friends.

P.T. beat me to the door, holding so it was blocking the group.

"Lord, that lady can sing." I heard Lettie say.

"I kno-"

"Thinks she likes a man in uniform?" Tom interrupted P.T.

"I'm sure she does. What are you doing here? You got a show in an hour, OK?" P.T.'s voice had a surprisingly accusing and rude tone.

"That's enough time for us to have at least three drinks, right? Come on-"

"No no. Lettie," he said blocking the way.

"What?" Lettie asked, just as confused as I.

"It's very crowded in here, okay? And I can't have you mingling. Who's gonna pay admission if you are out there for all the world to see." He began shutting the door. "Have a great show."

I heard someone say "Wait..." as the door closed.

Without looking at me, Mr. Barnum turned around, grabbed a glass of champagne, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, a toast. Jenny, America may not know it yet, but they are going to love you. To Miss Lind."

I sent him a glare. His behaviour was unacceptable. He was the one who told them they were important. He is not allowed to treat them like the worthless "freaks" everyone thinks they are.

"Mr. Barnum!" I pulled him aside. As much as I was angry, I wouldn't cause a scene.

"Y/n," he said as if he hadn't noticed me when he kicked the others out.

"What was that?" He gave me a confused look. "They are people - real people - they believe in you! You better be careful, before they stop." As soon as I finished, I stormed out of the room to go find my friends.

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When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 57

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

As I have stated already, my laptop is broken at present so please excuse grammar mistakes and the lack of GIFs and pics.

Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

Charlotte looked at the paperwork in front of her, it would not be easy or even nice, especially because of the life William Hamilton had afforded her but she would rot in the ground before giving Mr Hall Foxgrove Park and Manor. It was William’s greatest fear.

She had been startled by the emergence of why Lydia had come to her. She could not blame the woman though. The fear of being homeless, William had clearly meant to take care of her, what she could not gather was why he had not purchased the house for her, or indeed, given her a house on the land of the Manor and Park where the rent would be dismissed and she would have been close. Charlotte decided to look into that. It still left the issue of the little girl and her needs. She could not leave a little girl without, that led to desperate women doing desperate things to get by, she could not be the reason some child was sold for work or worse. She would look after the beautiful and innocent Victoria, as a mother, she knew she had to, it was only right.

Thomas had not been as understanding. He was angered at the gumption of the woman to think it right to lie to them, not only to get money for the child but to get in on what was fairly Charlotte’s money and inheritance. More than once, his wife had to calm him on the way back to Foxgrove, reminding him that he had once been only interested in her wealth also, Mr Hall, in fact, had been doing so for longer and with no form of deceit as to what he was after, though he lacked the demeanour or appearance to assist his attempts. Thomas remained quiet for a few moments at her statement. When he did speak again, the faint mumbles of the word “Lucille” were all that Charlotte could make out.

With a sigh and a weary rubbing of her eyes, Charlotte rose from the desk, now a commonplace for her since she began to contemplate what to do with regards the situation, and walked back through the house.

On her way back to her rooms, she heard footsteps behind her, smiling slightly and turned to face her husband. “A design has snared your interest, I assume?”

“You know me so well.” Thomas placed her hand in the nook of his arm and walked beside her. “Dare I ask, my beautiful Lottie, what ails your mind this hour of the night?”

“I am just trying to assess how we shall move forward with Mr Hall.”

Thomas’ mix of a smile at seeing his wife and slight concern as to her being awake at past midnight fell immediately and were replaced by a hint of anger. “And has anything come to you?” “Not yet, but it will. It always does.”

Thomas took his wife’s hand and placed it to his lips. “You are the most incredible woman, my darling wife, I know that you will think of something.”

Leaning in against him, Charlotte smiled slightly, knowing her husband truly entrusted in her to do so. “So much faith in me, my love.”

“You are the most intelligent, wily and able woman I have ever had the good fortune to meet, and I get to call you my wife. Lottie, I know you will deliver on whatever manner you decide to deal with this...man, and his plans.” He kissed her hand again. “Now, we have long passed an acceptable time to make for our bed, let us dally no longer and get some rest, goodness knows what tomorrow will bring.”

“When you say it like that, you make it sound as though something ominous will occur,” Charlotte commented.

“I dare say it could.” Charlotte looked at her husband worriedly. “The rain falls still and I think Blake seems adamant to run around in it once more, I do not think Mrs Matthews will be a happy woman should he do so and I would worry for his favourite tripe not making its way into his dinner should he make good on his plans for that patch of mud that Mr Matthews is planning to put some new plants in.” “Oh dear, his poor Dahlias. Blake would not be the least bit popular should he do so.” Charlotte winced.

“Perhaps, it is best then that we keep him under our watchful eyes tomorrow, lest he enrages Mr Matthews?” “I think you right, dear husband,” Charlotte agreed, heading to their room to get some rest.

Charlotte rushed through the halls of Foxgrove almost like she has gone mad. The large smile which she was sporting as she did so would have given great credence to such thought. She knew where to find her husband but the idea of taking time to get to him was preposterous in her opinion. As soon as she got to go drawing room which Thomas had been using as a workshop, she knocked on the door with rapid harsh raps before entering.

Thomas looked at her with startled confusion. “Lottie, is everything alright, Darling?”

“Edward and Joanne are in Cornwall for the honeymoon, they intend to leave later this week and have asked if it would be alright for us to meet them before they head back North.”

Seeing the elated smile on his wife that clearly showed how much she wished to see her brother, Thomas thought for a moment. “I do not think it wise for us to go very far from Foxgrove at present. We have no idea what Mr Hall has planned and I think it's best if we are here whilst we wait for him to play his hand.” Charlotte's smile fell, though she nodded, clearly agreeing with her husband's thoughts on the dreaded Mr Hall. “That is not to say that Edward and Joanne could not come here for a day or two so you can spend time with them and be ready for in case anything may occur.”

Once more, Charlotte’s eyes lit up before she stepped forward and kissed her husband passionately on the lips. “I could not have asked for a better husband.” “If you think that you are the one of which could never have done better, I fear to be the one to correct you but none could have done better than I at pertaining such a wonderful wife.” He smiled in return. “Go, write your brother and tell him that we look forward to his visit and should he find it in him to get you some Cornish butter fudge, it would be most welcome.” “Is there butter fudge in Cornwall?” Charlotte asked curiously.

“The finest in all of England.”

“I had better ask him for plenty so.” With that, Charlotte rushed from the room once more, hoping to have a response written before Mr Matthews headed to town with all of the paperwork she and Mrs Matthews had sorted for Foxgrove that he was going to bring there for them that day, as well as a parcel with a name the butler had seen many times before through the years that William Hamilton had lived at Foxgrove, so he took little notice of. The only notice he did take was that for once, it was not William’s writing that donned the outside of the package, but Charlotte's.

Thomas merely chuckled slightly to himself, happy at his wife’s excitement to see her brother and her now sister-in-law in the near future. With her attention on such, he went back to what he was doing, studying the small metal rod in his hand carefully before looking back to the drawing with the measurements he was studying once more, his determination intensifying by the moment.

In the small cottage, not too far from Foxgrove, Lydia Carmichael frowned at the package which she had just received, she did not recognise the writing nor could she think of anybody that would send her such a thing. Upon her opening it, she realised immediately who had sent it to her. Inside, was a beautiful dress that could only be for Victoria, a few little treats including butterscotch and other small presents for a child. Then, amongst everything, a letter addressed to Lydia. The words were not too difficult or taxing, the writing not as elegant and cursive as others would use, all highly legible. There was not too much said, merely a few lines. The rent in the house was paid for the next few months, so not to worry about that and that there would be fresh meat and vegetables delivered twice weekly for Lydia and her little girl and should she require anything else whilst Charlotte was dealing with Mr Hall, to merely send a small letter to Foxgrove and it would be dealt with swiftly. What startled Lydia the most was the beautiful shawl which was tucked at the bottom of the parcel. It was new and clearly not a cheap one. She unfolded it and her brow furrowed as she heard the sound of coins clinking within a purse, sure enough, there on the ground underneath the unfolded shawl was a small purse, when she lifted it, she realised it was full and heavy. Opening it, she looked at the coins within, tears welling in her eyes. Lydia looked after letter again, she looked at the final line and nodded to herself in silent agreement.

“I will deal with Mr Hall, all you need do is let me know of anything he asks of you should he contact you again. Agree to whatever he asks, then let me know. I will look after you and Victoria, I swear it. Charlotte”

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Charlotte’s Choice

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

24 Last Ditch Attempt

Anton makes a last attempt at winning Charlotte over before the Court moves to Ramsford

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24 Last Ditch Attempt

After the morning’s ride and the meeting in Constantine’s suite, an informal lunch was served. For those who were interested there was to be clay pigeon shooting – far less risky than shooting game birds as there would be nobody beyond the guns, the mechanism that controlled the release of the clay discs being controlled remotely. The stables were open for those who wished to ride, and the Manor had a spa suite with sauna and cold plunge. Masseurs were available for those who needed or wanted their services. Although there was no official Ball at the Manor, that being reserved for the Court’s visit to the Beaumont estate, there was to be an informal dance after a buffet dinner and cocktails.

Charlotte was worried about her Father’s health, not having shared her knowledge with anyone since he had told her of his terminal condition. She had managed a few precious minutes alone with Drake after leaving the King’s suite and had assured him he was still in contention for Consort, as was Brad. Drake had held her close and they remained silent for a while, just drinking in each other’s presence. He had quietly urged her to be careful, not to go anywhere alone, and do her best to avoid Anton’s company without openly rejecting him. She was concerned about the Press’s attempt to smear Brad and Drake – although her Father had assured her that Anton had dropped his objections, she couldn’t help wondering what the public would think of it all. She had little doubt that he was behind the story.

Clay pigeons did not appeal to Charlotte, so before Anton could find her and invite her to take part, she and Olivia visited the sauna while Drake, Brad and Maxwell went riding. Charlotte felt refreshed, and went back to her suite to change into a cocktail dress for the evening. She had one of Bastien’s men posted outside the door, and she had only just finished her preparations when there was a knock on the door.

‘Who is it?’ She asked cautiously from behind the locked door.

‘Begging your pardon Princess, Lord Severus is here to take you down to the ballroom’ Charlotte inwardly chided herself for not asking one of her friends to come and fetch her.

‘Just a moment’ she said ‘I need to get something from the study, tell Lord Severus to wait outside please’ Quickly she picked up the bracelet he had given her, and went through to the study. She locked the bedroom door behind her and opened the door to Anton, who bowed low. She purposely left the door wide open, speaking to him before he could turn to close it. The guardsman in the corridor stood outside looking in.

‘Thankyou for coming, Anton’ she said ‘Perhaps you will help me with the bracelet you so kindly gave me. I had to take it off when I visited the sauna with Lady Olivia.’

‘Of course, I would be pleased to’ he replied politely, and helped to fasten the delicate catch. He looked up at her, his ice blue eyes holding her gaze ‘Perhaps you would care to visit my private suite before we go down’ Charlotte couldn’t help but take a sharp breath in.

‘I’m not sure that would be proper’ she protested ‘Father doesn’t like me to go anywhere strange without a guard.’ Anton smiled, a cold smile that did not reach his eyes.

‘I’m so sorry Princess, I had hoped that I had earned your trust. I had almost forgotten you are not familiar with the Manor and hoped to show you around the interior. Naturally I can have one of my staff act as chaperone, and you may bring your own guard too. I just wanted you to see – well, if you were ever to make this place your home – what you would be gaining’ Charlotte’s stomach lurched, and she tried desperately to think of an excuse. At that moment, Olivia appeared in the corridor.

‘Oh Lottie’ she beamed ‘Are you ready to go down? Oh – good evening Anton, I was going to accompany Charlotte. Perhaps we could all go downstairs together’ A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, and Charlotte thought quickly.

‘Anton was offering to show me his private suite’ she said brightly. She turned to him ‘Perhaps Olivia could act as my chaperone? I’m sure she would love to see more of the Manor’ If he refused, thought Charlotte, at least someone would know where she was – and if he accepted her suggestion, it would be so much safer. He smiled

‘Of course I would be pleased to have you come along, Lady Olivia’ Now Charlotte worried that if he had a sinister plan, Olivia did not make him feel threatened. However, not everyone knew how good she was at martial arts, and always kept a sharp knife on her, so she felt safe with the Duchess. She wondered what was going on in his mind as he led the two of them along the corridors, one on each arm and two security guards trailing them. She saw how it must seem to others as he passed one or two people in the corridor – Lord of the Manor, with a Princess on one arm and a Duchess on the other. His smile was gracious with a trace of self importance.

He ushered them into his rooms – an impressive sitting room/study with a view out over the lake and the hills beyond, similar to the one Charlotte had, but the gardens between the house and the lake had been set out to be seen from that vantage point. He showed them into his private bedchamber, dominated by a huge canopied bed hung with elaborate draperies. The look he gave Charlotte chilled her to the bone and she knew at that moment that without a doubt she would make her best effort never to be in that bed with him. She hoped her expression did not give her away, but luckily Olivia distracted him asking about the view.

He showed them to the window which proved to be a huge French window opening onto a large balcony set out with a table and two chairs. They went back inside to see the big walk in closets full of his suits – or rather, half full. He gave Charlotte another chilling glance as she noticed the empty space there, and vowed that her clothes would never hang next to his. They walked into the huge bathroom that adjoined the bedroom, with a large sunken bath and marble walk in shower. There was also an adjoining study, oak panelled and line with books, a huge desk dominating the room and a well stocked drinks cabinet.

‘I hope you enjoyed your tour, ladies’ said Anton ‘Perhaps you would both like a drink before we go down to the buffet?’ Charlotte exchanged a panicked look with Olivia, visions of spiked drinks running through her mind.

‘Oh, that is kind of you Lord Severus, but I must admit I’m rather hungry’ replied Olivia smoothly. ‘Charlotte, I don’t think you ate much at lunch, you must be starving too’ Charlotte nodded.

‘Yes Olivia, I’m surprised the two of you haven’t heard my stomach rumbling.’ She thought fast – before Anton could offer to have something brought up she continued ‘I’ve heard your chef is superb and I have to say that the food so far has been exemplary. I’d like to meet him and congratulate him on his work.’ Anton smiled again, his face aching from the effort, and conceded the game.

As they walked down to the ballroom he silently fumed. This was not how it should have gone. He saw it in his mind’s eye – the Princess alone with him, impressed by the opulence of his rooms, the spectacular view, and the implication that it could all be hers to enjoy in just a few short weeks, after the wedding he had worked towards. They would stand on the balcony together and drink champagne, and she would smile at him, totally taken in by his display of wealth and power, by his gifts and his charm. He might even kiss her and feel her melt into his arms willingly. She would vow to him that he was her chosen suitor, and all would follow easily, as he ruled Cordonia by her side with the promise of a Severus heir to the throne.

But that was all just a fairy tale, and he had other plans in place for just such an occasion. Already he had planted a false floor plan with the wounded King’s guard, and there was more to come. He had only to put things in motion, and he would briefly be Consort – and then King.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief as she and Olivia circulated amongst the guests at the buffet.

‘Thankyou so much Livvy. I felt sick when he showed me that massive bed – and the closet space! I never want my clothes hung next to his.’ Olivia gave her shoulder a squeeze.

‘So you’re down to three now? I have no problem seeing who it’s going to be’ Charlotte poked her in the side.

‘Careful, walls have ears. And anything could happen before the announcement, it’s not a done deal yet.’

‘Well tomorrow we’ll be on our way to Ramsford, and all this will be a bad memory’

‘Hopefully. Lord Tyler, how good to see you, how’s your dear wife?’ Charlotte turned to an approaching noble, and the two women separated. The evening went on and she continued to circulate, sampling the buffet and indulging in a cocktail. At last Drake and Brad approached her as the dancing began.

‘How are you holding up?’ asked Drake ‘Livvy told us about Anton trying to get you into his suite’

‘Fine thanks’ she answered ‘Not long and we’ll be moving on’ She looked him up and down, not for the first time admiring him out of his usual casual clothes. He looked good in a suit, which was just as well as if things went as she hoped he would be wearing one a lot more often. Brad was looking dapper, his hair short and well groomed, a designer suit flattering his stocky figure.

‘Don’t drop your guard, Charlie. Brad and I will be watching you, and make sure you get one of us or security to see you back to your room. If he wants to try anything time’s getting short. We still don’t know why Martin was shot.’ Drake reminded her.

‘Speak of the devil. Incoming’ said Brad, and Charlotte looked up to see Anton approaching. She swallowed and drew herself up, taking on the regal pose she had been taught in deportment lessons and which came as second nature.

‘Well well, I find you with not one but two suitors, Princess – and now there are three. If Lord Beaumont were to come over we could all be together and wish for the best man to end up by your side’ There was a slight edge to Anton’s voice. Brad bowed to him

‘I’m sure that will be the case. Charlotte is an excellent judge of character’ he smiled.

‘Is that so? In that case I am going to take advantage of being host tonight, and ask if you would care to dance, Princess’

‘How could I refuse?’ Charlotte replied, curtseying slightly and taking the hand that he offered. Anton was of course a superb dancer as she had discovered at the Masked ball, and it was no trouble for him to hold a conversation without missing a step.

‘Charlotte, it has been so very difficult to get a moment alone with you, and I hope you won’t fault me for making one more attempt while you are under my roof’

‘I’m sorry it hasn’t been possible Anton’ she said, trying to sound sincere ‘As you know, apart from Lord De Montfort, I know all the other suitors to one degree or another. Sadly you and I have barely been acquainted before this season.’

‘Your security team was most thorough when I was vetted’ he insisted ‘But of course personal acquaintance is always preferable, so I completely understand your reticence.’

‘What is it you wish to say to me Anton?’ Charlotte asked ‘We are quite private, no-one can hear us, even though we are not alone’

‘Only that I wish you’d choose me to rule with’ he said in a sincere tone, but still with that cold glint in his eye that she had come to dread ‘You can see what a superb place Valtoria is, and you could treat it as your second home – perhaps even your first. I am sure the only reason you have no affection for me is that you don’t yet know me – it is something that would come with time. I would make it my first priority to make you happy and share the burden of governing the country wisely. I’m sure I have shown you how capable I could be in that role.’

‘Anton, I have resolved to keep my decision until the very last minute. I don’t want to give any of the suitors false hope, or be misleading in any way. I’m sorry I can’t be more forthcoming than that’

‘Then you leave me no choice, Princess’ Anton replied, and for a moment cold fear seized Charlotte’s heart . Swiftly Anton put one hand in the small of her back and dipped her low to the ground, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Everyone around them stopped and gasped, and for a moment the whole world seemed to come to a standstill. He brought her up to standing again. ‘I could make you a happy woman, Charlotte’ he murmured ‘I would shower you with gifts, fulfil your every wish, share the burden of the Crown. Think of that – I believe none of the other remaining suitors could do all of that for you.’ Over his shoulder, Charlotte could see Drake trying to make his way over to her, and Brad holding him back.

‘Thankyou Anton, I’ll remember that, but I can’t reveal my feelings’ she replied, her voice shaking. She hoped he would perceive it as desire and not the genuine fear she felt. She had no grounds on which to fear him, nothing tangible, just the warnings of others around her and a gut feeling. Nobody knew his intentions, he kept his cards close to his chest, and no matter how he tried to appear generous or desirable, his cold blue eyes gave him away. It was not the colour, but the fact that the expression on his face never reached his eyes.

‘I feel it my duty to caution you about the other suitors’ he continued. ‘I’m sure you saw the articles on Bradley and Drake. It’s a well known fact that alcoholism can be – a genetic tendency. I’m sure you’ve noticed how fond Mr Walker is of whiskey, and I’ve seen him drinking in Lord De Montfort’s company more than a few times.’ Charlotte held her breath, unsure of what to say ‘And as for the young Lord Beaumont, his family is well known for debauchery, and there are rumours that their financial situation is not good.’ The music changed, and to Charlotte’s relief, Maxwell appeared by her side.

‘Lottie!’ he said cheerfully ‘If Anton’s finished with you, maybe you’d like to dance with me, I’ve not spoken to you all day’ Anton shot Maxwell an unreadable look and stepped back.

‘Of course. Please, remember what I just said, Princess. I hope you will consider it carefully’ He took her hand to kiss it and walked off through the crowd of dancers.

‘Are you alright Lottie?’ asked Maxwell ‘You looked like you might need rescuing, and I thought if it was Drake he might have punched our host into the middle of next week. You look pale’

‘Thanks Maxxy, you were right. Anton’s trying hard to win me over, and the more he tries the more he frightens me. Just give me a moment’ Charlotte leaned on him and pulled herself together, willing her legs to stop trembling.

‘So what will we do when we’re married?’ asked Maxwell, waggling his eyebrows as they started to move smoothly over the dancefloor ‘I vote we make the peacock the national bird of Cordonia. I happen to know where you can get a ton of them to rent out as mascots’ Charlotte laughed

‘Maxxy, you know how to cheer me up. I wish I could have you around all the time’

‘Which is why you’re going to marry me!’ he grinned ‘I’ll bring you breakfast in bed every day, and we’ll hold a ball every week and dance till we fall down – and don’t forget the champagne. And the jugglers…’

‘Now you’re getting mixed up with the Beaumont Bash’ Charlotte laughed ‘I am so looking forward to it, you’ve no idea’ Maxwell picked up speed and they twirled and swooped across the floor, scattering the other dancers but never missing a step or so much as touching another dancer.

‘I know you won’t marry me’ said Maxwell ‘and that’s okay, you’re like my big sis, but if you end up married to someone who makes you unhappy, I’m going to go for him with everything I’ve got’

‘Maxxy, I promise you, if you make love like you dance, you’re going to make some lucky girl very happy’ Charlotte said, and the younger man blushed.

‘I – I’ve not had much practice to be honest’ he said ‘Nobody takes me seriously, they laugh when I try to chat them up’

‘All you need is a good wingman, Max’ she replied ‘I bet Brad would be great at that – he’s good at everything he tries his hand at.’

‘Yeah, they’d probably fall over me to get to him’ said Maxwell ruefully ‘but thanks for the suggestion’ He took a deep breath ‘I’m going to see if I can outdo Anton – ready for a dip?’

‘Ooh – oh yes, of course, but I hope...’

‘No tongues I promise’ said Maxwell with a deadpan expression.

‘Now hold on just a min – oooh’ Charlotte gasped as Maxwell dipped her down, allowing her to hover only millimetres from the floor and holding her there, gazing into her eyes and merely brushing her lips with his, sweeping her round in an arc. There was a gasp from the other dancers before he effortlessly scooped her up again and twirled her round under his arm. Charlotte’s heart was beating fast as they carried on to applause, and she saw Anton making a heroic effort not to scowl.

‘Goodness Max, that was very smooth’ she murmured ‘The girls will be queuing up to dance with you now’

‘I hope so Lottie’ Maxwell grinned. Charlotte squeezed his shoulder as they came to a stop. She was about to go and sit down when Drake appeared. He gently put his hand on her arm, and she could see he was angry.

‘If Brad hadn’t held me back I’d have strangled Anton right here when I saw him pull that stunt’ he said in a low voice ‘Are you okay?’ Charlotte nodded

‘Yes, it wasn’t so bad’ she lied to reassure him, his attempt to discredit all three of the other suitors still ringing in her ears ‘Maxxy made me feel a lot better, and managed to upstage him as you probably saw. She paused ‘We shouldn’t linger too long…’

‘I think we might risk a dance, don’t you?’ he said ‘If we can manage not to gaze longingly into each other’s eyes. Brad’s in the wings waiting to dance after me – all in the interest of keeping things fair and equal.’ He smiled ruefully ‘Though I’m probably the worst dancer out of the four of us.’

‘You’re still the one I want to dance with most, even if my feet end up black and blue.’ She assured him ‘I will dutifully gaze over your shoulder and see what Anton’s up to’ she replied as they started off slowly, keeping the steps simple. Drake only just managed to keep up, and he was too busy watching his feet to be able to talk much, but nonetheless Charlotte felt comforted at his proximity and the soft pressure of his hands.

‘Anton is talking to Neville’ she observed. ‘It’s a pretty intense conversation, though he’s trying to hide it.’

‘Careful, he might see you watching’ Drake warned as he plodded through the dance.

‘It’s fine, he’s vain enough to think I’m ogling hm after his performance, even if Max outdid him’ she replied, and flashed Anton a smile. She saw him bow with a self-important smile.

‘Are you ready for the Beaumont Bash?’ asked Drake ‘I gather Max is really pushing the boat out this time.’

‘Oh?’ said Charlotte ‘What have you heard?’

‘Nothing specific, just that he has new caterers and entertainers this year, so it’s all new and untested’

‘Lord help us all’ The music changed, and it was Brad’s turn to dance with her. He bowed and took her hand to kiss it.

‘Promise you’ll stay cool while I dance with Brad’ Charlotte pleaded. He grimaced, but nodded.

‘I know, I don’t want to get barred. I ‘ll go talk to Livvie, she’ll keep me straight.’ He turned to Brad ‘I can’t wait to see what you’ve got up your sleeve on the dancefloor’ Brad smiled ruefully

‘I hadn’t danced formally until I came here, but Livvie’s given me some pointers’ He turned to the Princess with a bow ‘Shall we?’ he took her hand and placed his other on her waist, and they started off as the music swelled.

‘Thankyou for holding Drake back when Anton pulled that stunt’ she smiled as she set off yet again.

‘You’re welcome’ he replied ‘He is rather impulsive. I keep telling him to think before he acts’

‘He’s a lost cause’ she smiled ‘I remember him pushing Neville into the goldfish pond at the Palace for saying girls were soppy - even though he’d said exactly the same thing the week before’

‘Well maybe I should stick around to keep him in check’

‘And maybe stay close to Livvie?’ Charlotte teased, seeing the Englishman colour slightly ‘How are you two getting on? Are your rooms close to each other?’

‘Now then Lottie’ he started ‘I don’t want folk to think I’m not still in the running, so we have behaved ourselves. We don’t want Anton chucking me out for fraternising with someone else’

‘Then hopefully we can all breathe a little when we get to Ramsford’

‘Yes, I’m looking forward to it, Livvie’s been telling me all about it’

‘We should maybe put on a show for Anton, throw him off the scent’ suggested Charlotte.

‘It would be my pleasure’ Brad drew her close and brought his lips close to her ear ‘Do you think this will do the trick?’ he murmured. His voice tickled her ear and her step faltered.

‘It’s doing the trick for me, Brad, Olivia’s a lucky lady. Who knows, another place, another time…’ Brad whirled her round, still holding her close.

‘I think I’ll leave the dip, dancing is one skill I’ve yet to master’

‘Are you sure, you’re not doing so badly’ Charlotte made sure her lips were close to his ear. She could see Anton feigning disinterest, but she could read him like a book. He couldn’t keep his eyes off them for more than a few seconds, and the noble lady he was talking to was trying in vain to keep his interest.

‘Oh I know my limits’ he admitted ‘Max and Anton are pros, I’m just a beginner’

‘From what I’ve seen, it won’t be long before you rival them if you put your mind to it’

‘You’re too kind’ The music came to a stop and Charlotte curtsied

‘Thankyou Lord de Montfort. Now I’m tired, but I have pressing matters before I go to bed’

‘I wish you luck, I’m rooting for Drake’ It was time for Charlotte to make her way to her study, and put Drake through his paces with the official paperwork, and on that hung her hopes of keeping him by her side – that, and the result of Bastein and Hana’s investigation into his mother’s situation.

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