The Princess Request

THE KING'S POV

The King has finished his speech and he is fuming with rage. He sits back down next to the princess. He tries not to look at you too much so that the princess won't suspect anything but he can't seem to get his eyes off you and Lord Dobson. His entire being is still shaking from rage. The princess puts a hand on his arm and his body tense up.

"Are you okay, Sire...you know people are watching you?"

He put on his fake smile and slowly remove his arm under her hand. Then he speaks softly to her, through his teeth.

"Don't you worry about how I'm acting and start worrying about how you're acting, darling"

He then listens to the rest of the speeches and keeps his eyes fixed on Lord Dobson. After the formalities, he stands up and wants to make his way to your table but is stopped by the President.

"Excellent speech, King James. I've always enjoyed your father's speeches too. Why don't you join me for a cigar in the smoke room?"

"Uhm...I was actually on my w-"

"Oh, come on, I don't get much of a chance to enjoy a good cigar with a King like yourself"

"I.....I....guess it's okay then, but let's keep it brief?"

"Of course, of course"

He walks with the President into the smoke room. They chat and smoke for an hour or two. After several failed attempts to get out, he finally gets out of the room. His eyes search vigorously for you and then his entire being tense up. The sight he sees before him consumes his very being. He wants to run and violently attack Lord Dobson, seeing your hand in his arm.

(What are my eyes seeing before me? Hold on Lady Winters....hold on!)

It takes every restraint that he has left in his body to not make a scene and destroy every fiber of Lord Dobson. Then his eyes see the princess who is smiling and watching Lady Winters.

(What did you do, princess??)

"Lord Walton, may I ask your assistance?"

"Of course, Your Highness. Please, what can I do for you?"

LADY WINTER'S POV

"Isn't it lovely that we could spend some time together?"

"No, Lord Dobson, I have no interest in spending time with you. I'm only doing this because it's required of me to do so"

You try to pull your hand out of his arm but he takes his other hand and covers yours, holding it tight.

"Then I suggest you fulfill your duty the favorable way, don't you think?"

"You disgust me, Lord Dobson. Let go of my hand immediately!"

"I don't think so Lady Winters. I'm enjoying myself tremendously. You've always had a way of just stepping out of my reach. All these years you've avoided me but now is my time, little princess"

Fear overtakes your entire being. You feel a slight tremor trying to control your limbs. You struggle to get enough air in your lungs. You know what could happen to you if you don't play things exactly right with Lord Dobson.

"I...uhm...that's not true, Lord Dobson..."

"Oh but of course it's true, my dear Lad-"

"Forgive me for this interruption, Lord Dobson but the King would like to have a word" Lord Walton shows to the King waiting.

He hesitantly releases your hand and follows Lord Walton. You take a deep breath and start to walk to the closest door you can find. You quickly open the door to what looks like an art gallery. You close the door behind you and stagger to the closest place you can sit on. You sit down and you feel all your energy drain from you. You feel your cheeks are wet and you only now realize, you've been crying.

"Oh, god....what am I going to do? He's too strong for me..."

THE KING'S POV

The King sits in his living room compartment in the empty train.

"Your Highness, here he is as requested"

"Thank you, Lord Walton, you may leave us now"

"Of course, Sire"

He turns and leaves the train. Lord Dobson steps forward and bows before the King.

"Your Highness..." The King stands up, walking closer to Lord Dobson.

"Lord Dobson, you don't know how long I've wanted you to join me for a private little chat. Just you and me..."

CAUTION VIOLENT SCENES!!!!

"Sire, what an honor it is to have a private audience with the King. How can I be of assistance?"

The King walks right passed Lord Dobson and locks the door. He then walks very near Lord Dobson and speaks into his ear.

"Why don't we make ourselves comfortable? Please have a seat take off your jacket. I think I'll take mine off too"

"Please go ahead. That's so kind of you, Sire. I think I'll take you up on your offer. I'll take off my jacket"

The King takes off his jacket and put it on the chair.

"You know what, it's so warm, I think I'll just take off my shirt too. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not, Sire" Then the King removes his shirt and put it on the chair, revealing his undershirt.

"Aahh, now that's much better isn't it?"

"I guess so..."

"Please have a seat, Dobson. Do you mind if I ... you that?"

"Not at all, Sire"

"So....Dobson...are you enjoying our stay here in Italy?"

"Very much, Sire, thank you"

The King walks closer to Lord Dobson's chair. His jaw is clenched.

"Let's just speak frankly, what do you say?"

"I would like that, Sire"

"Good....very good. So how's it going with the ladies?" Lord Dobson jumps in his chair. He tries to stand up but the King puts his hands on the armrests of the chair.

"I...I...don't understand the question, Sire" The King laughs, and then his face turns more serious. He stares into Lord Dobson's face.

"I think you understand very well what I've asked you, how is it going with the ladies and when I mean ladies, I mean, Lady Winters...?"