Your Royal Highness

Vespa knew if she were to get anything from the Prince, she would have to act fast. Now that the girls had been kicked out of the palace, she would have no casual access to the prince, this called for something even bolder than even she had originally thought...

Vespa lay on the bed, she ticked off everything she saw in her head, unimpressed with these gaudy gold silk sheets, unimpressed with this ridiculous massive stag next to the bed, unimpressed with...well everything, but what did she really expect? Vespa rolled over and tried to remember she was supposed to be a temptress “Aren't you nervous bringing a common girl like me up here?” she said in her saucy voice. David climbed out of the bed and pulled on red garish lounge pants and sauntered over to the bar. “you underestimate yourself darling, I would hardly call that common” Vespa did not want to banter so she tried more pointed conversation “well at least you have that american girl to keep you company when I leave” it worked, the prince got a sad puppy dog face. “Surely you're not leaving too soon though are you? We've just started having fun!” Fun, yes what fun indeed, Vespa was sure every tart he dragged up to this over decorated cave told him what a Lothario he was. Vespa feigned sadness with every acting fiber of her being and shook her head “no my pet, I'm already overdue in Paris, but lets not fuss, I'm no strings attached, I don't think I will be queen like some girls do!” The line was a direct shot at Daisy, for although Vespa was there in this vile situation to find Pammy, she still couldn't help her older resentments towards the Buchanans. David pulled a sour expression thinking about queens and thrust a drink at her, gin of course. Vespa got very frustrated that men always assumed based on her sex that, without asking her, she will drink gin, never warm brandy or fiery scotch or even a beer, just bloodless gin. She defiantly drank the whole glass in a single gulp, squeaking the lemon peel against her teeth, like she could erase the taste of this whole silly room. David lay back down with his drink (a scotch) and leaned towards her “I'm not sure what you've heard, darling, but I'm not exactly a taken man” he leered at her and swirled his icecubes before taking a sip. Vespa just wanted to leave so she pulled out everything “Well I HAVE heard you're engaged to that woman, that one from New York who had her baby kidnapped.” Vespa paused for dramatic effect “rumour has it that kid is around here somewhere and I doubt a prince can marry a woman with a kid” Vespa wasn't sure what his response would be, but she didn't expect what she got. David looked up at the ceiling, drank some more scotch and said in a faraway voice “Daisy doesn't have any children” Vespa's blood ran cold, had he done something to the baby?? Then he seemed to come back to earth “what I mean is, what happened to her is very sad, but so much time has passed she really must accept the inevitable and move on with her life” Vespa wanted to break his scotch glass on his head, what on God's green earth was Daisy doing with this fool? She was leaving, whatever the Prince had done with Pammy no amount of amour was going to get him to spill the beans, she could see that now, Vespa would have to try another avenue. Against the Prince's pathetic protests, Vespa swept from the room, shouting from the doorway “Vi auguro di strozzatura su un cubetto di ghiaccio si British suina!” David blew a kiss “I love your italian words!” And Vespa slammed the door quickly before she burst into laughter because she had just told the prince of england that she hoped he choked on an ice cube, and that he was a british swine, ***PLEASE SEE BLYTHE QUAKE FOR CONTIUNING STORIES***

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