Autumn Rose. Abigail Gibbs

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      I didn’t argue. It would be useless to argue; his point had already been proven. He helped me up.

      ‘Watch the glass,’ he said and then flung the door open, bracing his back against the frame as I leapt over the fragments and sprinted for the sheltered entrance on the other side of the quad. Behind me, I heard the door slam and a curse whip passed me, mangled by the wind. It was followed by the sound of footsteps in hot pursuit.

      Suddenly, a hand grabbed mine and urged me on, tugging me down the steps and into the school’s tunnelled entrance, where we paused, shivering. The prince rubbed his upper arms ferociously.

      ‘Ready?’ He extended his hand towards me after a minute.

      I looked at it for a few seconds and then out to the rain. Even if I remained close enough to touch him I wouldn’t see him. As I looked, the car park lit up beneath the sheet lightning.

      ‘Come on,’ he insisted and took my hand, pulling me back out into the rain as the inevitable thunder followed. I squinted, searching for a car, any car, until suddenly through the gloom a pair of headlights flashed on and off and I caught a brief glimpse of a surprisingly understated five door sports car – but more interestingly, a car with no Athenean badge across its side.

      He headed for the right door and gave me a gentle nudge around the bonnet. I pulled my bag off and got in the passenger side, placing it at my feet but keeping a tight hold on the handle, only letting go to plug my seatbelt in. He had already started the engine and was reaching across to turn the heating on, turning the dial right up. I felt the air, initially cold, blasting through the vents and my feet inched towards the warmth. With the windscreen wipers beating, he pulled out of the car park.

      ‘You live in Brixham, right?’ I nodded and he indicated right. The sound of the rain on the windscreen and the rolls of thunder every minute or so prevented him from saying anything, so I looked out of the window. Every time the lightning struck, the valley below us would light up, revealing the fields, houses and the corner of the late Victorian building that made up the Naval College; a building that was not a stranger to royal officer cadets, albeit the human kind. The scene was suspended in negative and then faded again.

      The steep main road leading to the lower town was deserted and as we rounded the foot of the Naval College, so was the queue for the higher ferry. When we neared the slipway, a large yellow sign made it apparent why: it was closed due to the bad weather. The prince cursed under his breath.

      ‘Try the lower ferry,’ I murmured, finding it difficult to talk with him there. He looked at me, puzzled. ‘Follow the embankment,’ I added, but didn’t hold out much hope. If the sturdier higher ferry was closed, then the barge-and-tug that was the lower ferry would be too. I was right. As we approached the oldest part of town, where the beamed black-and-white upper floors of buildings leant precariously over the cobbled pavement and fishermen’s cottages lined the streets, I could see one of the ferrymen deserting his post as he bent against the wind. Out in the choppy river, I could just make out the lights of the ferry heading back to its pontoon.

      The prince sighed. ‘Guess it’s the road way around then. You’ll have to direct me.’ I nodded and he continued. ‘I normally turn off at Totnes towards Dartmoor. I haven’t been to Torbay yet.’ He finished and out of the corner of my eye I could see him glancing at me. I knew I was supposed to carry on the conversation, but said nothing.

      When we reached the top of the hill again, I saw him looking once more. He opened his mouth and closed it again, and then seemed to settle on speaking. ‘I’m living with my aunt and uncle – I suppose you know them as their royal Athenean highnesses the duke and duchess of Victoria, don’t you?’ His tone was heavily sarcastic. Titles were clearly a bother to him, except, of course, for mine. ‘They bought a place up on the moors, near Princetown. When I heard, I jumped at the chance. I’ve always wanted to study in England, and Australia had become impossible with the paparazzi. I knew this area was like a bubble and Kable seemed like a good choice with you there, so we took out super injunctions against the media running anything about our whereabouts, fed the gossips at court a lie about me returning to Sydney and here we are. No bodyguards and no paparazzi.’

      I nodded slowly. I didn’t hear anything about them moving here whilst in London. They must really want the quiet life for nothing to have filtered down the grapevine. Yet I knew it would get out eventually. It was a ticking time bomb and when the press did descend, I would be implicated too.

      Again, I sensed that he was trying to start a conversation, but I wasn’t sure how to respond. Everything I did want to say to him was unspeakable; treasonous, even.

      ‘And you are here because of your parents,’ he stated. It was not a question.

      He fell silent again and I knew that with a little effort, I could break the quiet, yet made no move to do so. In that moment, it was hard to believe that at twelve, I had effortlessly talked up or down, to my superiors and inferiors, and thought nothing of the ability. It was to the manor born, installed in me since birth. But now my two tongues strangled each other and the words would not come.

      ‘Do you miss her?’ he murmured suddenly, his two hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I could see his knuckles whitening. I stared at them for a few seconds, and then looked straight ahead, watching the cat’s eyes flash below us.

      ‘Yes. Very much,’ I whispered, not sure he would even hear me above the battering rain and hum of the engine.

      Yet he nodded in acknowledgement. ‘It was horrible, what happened. It – you were so young. Only fourteen. To experience loss like that must have been …’

      He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to. I knew how it felt and he was obviously trying to comprehend it.

      ‘Murder,’ he said after a while. ‘Have you … have you ever thought about revenge?’

      ‘I would if I knew who her murderer was,’ I snapped, surprising myself with my change of tone.

      The prince turned towards me as far as he could without taking an eye off the road. ‘I’m sorry, but have I done something to offend you? I know I haven’t seen you for several years, but we used to be friends and now I might as well have the plague.’

      ‘Other than reveal my title, Your Highness?’ I retorted.

      He let out a sharp breath. ‘I was just trying to help you—’

      ‘Why?’

      He passed the wheel through his hands as he took a sharp left, and then sped up as the road widened into two lanes.

      He shook his head slightly and frowned. ‘Well … we go back a long way, you used to come to court a lot. Why wouldn’t I help you?’

      I rubbed a clear patch in the condensation on my window and stared out of it. ‘I don’t like you.’

      There was a long silence in which the muted whirring of the engine and the beating of the windscreen wipers was the only sound. I didn’t look at him, and silently wondered how many times – if ever – someone had actually admitted that to him.

      He finally hummed in acknowledgement. ‘May I ask why?’

      I hadn’t thought this far ahead in my impulsiveness. I had just said what I felt … for once, I had just let go and СКАЧАТЬ