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Edward stared at Camilla in bewilderment. She had to have gone completely off the rails. A royal advisor should not be threatening him using his parents.“I don’t see how you are going to do that,” he said and shook her hand away. “You’re batshit insane.”Camilla opened the folder and slid the contents across the table towards him. Most of the pages were photos of his parents taken secretly in different locations. The other pages were details of payments for the photos and a list of hitmen.“If you don’t comply, I will hire one of these people and book your parents in for their deaths,” she told him.Edward felt a pang of utter terror. The look in her eyes indicated she was completely serious and had every intent of going through with her threats.He needed to play it carefully. He couldn’t push Camilla too hard, but he needed to stand his ground.“I think you wouldn’t g

The two of them played board games until dinner. Sebastian was still surprised that his mother actually had something fun in her sitting room. She was also surprisingly bad at all of the board games. Sebastian put it down to lack of practise, but she was still terrible by the fifth round of the same game. “Your father was always the much better player,” she admitted eventually. “I still can’t get my head around game rules.” No one had come to the sitting room to interrupt them so he could only assume that there were no leads for any of the lines of investigation. When he was helping her tidy the games back into the cupboard he noticed a game that she hadn’t shown him yet. “If you’re looking at ‘Guess Who’, that’s hidden at the back because that’s the game I played with your father on the night he died. I beat him that night for the first time and I think he let me,” she told him. Sebastian hadn’t seen his father that close to his death

Sebastian wasn’t sure that the decision he had made was the right one. For the sake of tradition and his arranged marriage, he should give the order to bring Edward back, but he didn’t feel it was right to.Edward was clearly happy in Switzerland. He was studying what he wanted and would live a free life without restrictions. He was also afraid that Edward would hate him if he forced him to come back to Albion.“Is that your final decision?” Ryan questioned.“It is,” he confirmed. “Has Queen Annelise left it up to me then?”It was normally a decision his mother would make, but the fact that Ryan had asked him suggested that his mother had delegated the responsibility to him. She had started to involve him more in decision making recently.“She did. I will pass your reply back to her. Remember to go and say goodbye to her when you’re ready to leave.”Ryan left the room. Sebasti

Edward knew his freedom in Switzerland had come to a drastic end. Sebastian wasn’t coming to visit him for a casual coffee meeting, he was coming to drag him back to Albion.There was no denying he was Edward Grey. Sebastian knew exactly who he was. He wouldn’t be able to claim he was someone else.“Sebastian, what are you doing here?” he asked.The prince glanced at Mark who took the hint and quickly left the coffee shop at high speed. Edward had to admire the efficient operation. Someone had mapped out his schedule and established that he frequented the coffee shop after lectures, someone had arranged for customers to be kept away and Sebastian had come to lie in wait for him.“You can’t have missed what has been happening in Albion,” his husband said.Edward took a seat next to him. There was no getting away from Sebastian so he might as well take a seat. He also wanted to talk to him.“I am sorry about your mother’s death. I always thought she would live for a long time. She had a

Edward was woken up in the morning by a knock at the door. He took a moment to realise that he was no longer in his bedroom in Switzerland, he was in the royal palace in Albion. “Who is it?” he asked sleepily. “It’s Bernadette, you have a meeting before breakfast at 8. I suggest you get up very soon.” Edward groaned. No one had mentioned that the meeting would be this early. It was 7:00am now. “I’ll get up,” he said sleepily. He heard Bernadette’s footsteps fade away and he pushed away the bedcovers. If the meeting was about his marriage it meant Sebastian would be there. He persuaded himself to get out of bed. The plane journey combined with the awkward dinnertime the previous evening had exhausted him. He had a quick shower and got dressed. His black roots were starting to show in his hairline again. He would have to ask if the royal advisors wanted him to have brown hair or his natural black hair. He wouldn’t mind going back to his