It's been nearly 6 months since I last gave you a chapter. I will be the first to admit that six months is far too long, but I swear I have good reasons!
A lot of you are far more understanding than I deserve when it comes to real life, but I will try to speed up updates from now on. We're on the homestretch with this fic, so it should definitely be finished quicker than it took me to get this chapter out to you ;)
I spent some time in China at university there - and absolutely loved it. I then came back to the UK to finish my degree - as if I'm in my final year of Uni already!? Throw in a full time job over the holidays when I'm off and you can understand life is slightly busier than normal :)
Anyways, here's a little teaser of the new chapter, which should be with you by the beginning of next week! Enjoy!
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Chapter 17 - Statements
“Sources close to the family say that
the Princess has shown her gratitude and patience towards staff here at the
royal hospital, and that her unwavering love for her future husband is clear.
Whilst many critics claim the impending wedding at the palace was both a
publicity stunt and came from nowhere, this unfortunate situation has shown the
rest of us, that life tests us all and only the strongest can come through.
Many wellwishers who have come to stand outside the hospital believe that the
love of a princess is enough to make any man strong enough to fight anything.
This is Marcus Hunt, reporting from…”
I tuned the
rest out. It was all the same. The world had been camped outside the hospital
for days, and the curse of rolling news had descended. Speculation, pointless interviews and hours
of no news was making the journalists antsy.
I needed to
make another statement, but it was the last thing I wanted to do. They kept
talking about how strong Edward was, which was true, but they’d be expecting
the same as me, and I felt anything but.
Knowing that I’d blocked out most of my childhood – and treated Edward
appallingly in accordance – had left me reeling. It had been three days since
Edward had woken up, since I’d spilled my inner thoughts to him, since I’d come
to the stark realisation that I actually wanted to marry him. Sure, I’d have
loved more time – to get to know him, to maybe even fall for him – but as far
as arranged marriages went, I knew I’d lucked out. Edward was sweet, strong,
caring and I’d have to be blind to not see how attractive he was. I wanted to
know him better, I wanted to know what he looked like angry, or how easily he
became frustrated. I wanted to know all the bad things, maybe just so I could
pretend that he wasn’t a million times better than me.
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