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****Chapter 3****
''Limits, like fear, is often an illusion.''-Michael Jordan
Hilary P.O.V
It had been two days since I had seen the Princes, I was sure they were looking for me though, I had seen countless secret service lurking at every corner, probably to try and get me to the Queen for dissection.
I didn't want to meet the Queen.
Anna was 'outside' person, though she complained at first, considering this was supposed to be our vacation and my constant worrying over them, wasn't healthy.
I decided that today would be the day I would rejoin my best friend and I didn't care who knows it, the only difference would be, I would adorn a disguise, well dark glasses and a hat could hardly be called a disguise.
I shrugged on my beige winter coat, rolled my hair so it was short and put it under my dark fedora and grabbed my glasses. I pushed it up on the bridge of my nose as I exited my Cabin.
Every-time I would turn a corner, I would stop, look then move along.
Though trying to outsmart high trained professionals, was a little easy, when you took into consideration that I had police-officers for a family.
Donny always said to look left but right first if you had to turn. Richie always cautioned me to have my senses turned on at all times and look for any and all exits, Steve, well he told me anything could be used in defense.
I had hoped that I wouldn't have to confront any of them, but I still held my head proudly, even though I was choosing to bravely runaway.
They were everywhere, they were recognizable with the royal crests on the breast pocket of their shirt pockets, some wore dark glasses, others were talking into mini-ear pieces, they weren't being that discreet about it at all and I heard the Queen had flown an hour ago thanks to Anna.
No bloody wonder.
Hilary stared clear of the main room, but somehow she ran into Harry again, for the third time.
''We've got to stop meeting like this,'' she laughed lightly looking up at him.
He gave her a hand and pulled them both up.
''So your grandmother is here, any specific reason?'' she tried to ask nonchalantly, but it came out too eager.
He gave her an amused glance but answered, ''She wants to see you.''
Hilary backed away slowly, ''She—me…what?'' she stared at him dumbfounded.
Suddenly out of nowhere, two pair of arms grabbed her on either side, heaving her up, so her feet barely could reach the floor.
She struggled but she knew it was useless, when faced with two burly looking guys that make even Mark Henry, ( WWE) look like a kitten, it's best to just stay still.
She didn't.
''Let me go, you big oafs,'' she shrieked tugging helplessly to get her arms back, they didn't budge one bit.
''Not this time,'' Harry smirked. He turned to the two big guys in black, ''Take her away boys.''
Hilary only gaped.
''Harry...be reasonable.'' Her shouts went on deaf ears as they carried her away.
It was nerve wrecking meeting the Queen of England.
'She looks like a statue,'' was the first thought Hilary had of her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II.
The Queen took her time to observe the teen in front of her, after receiving a frantic call from her son about the a girl who could possibly be her granddaughter, she boarded the royal jet and made haste, eager to see the girl.
'She looks so much like her mother,' the Queen thought, looking at the familiar pair of blue eyes that were blinking rapidly at her curiously.
Hilary on the other hand just wanted to leave as quickly as possible, though it would've been impossible with the amount of guards posted at the door.
Her eyes strayed all over the room, refusing to look anywhere else.
''Hilary?'' the Queen spoke softly drawing Hilary's attention to her immediately, the guards seemed to have straightened as they heard her voice.
Soft, but powerful and slightly intimidating.
''Yes…?'' she replied shifting awkwardly.
''Come forte dear,'' she patted the seat next to her gently.
Hilary hesitantly stepped forward and bit her lip in nervousness as she sat down almost rigidly in her seat.
''So, err… Harry—'' she stopped before she could speak informally, amending it,—'' Prince Harry, said you would like to speak with me?''
The Queen smiled lightly and gestured for her to take the cup of tea in front of her, which had intricately designed petals in jade porcelain.
She took the tea, added her own sugar lumps and used the silver spoons to stir before taking a huge gulp of it.
'What I wouldn't do for some Rum!' she thought as the Queen spoke again, ''I'm sure my grandsons have gave you the general idea on our family history, but I needed to make sure I wasn't mistaken this time around, but I can see you look just like Diana, but you took your father's black hair.''
Hilary spluttered, ''Are—are—you sure—it's me? I-I-I-mean— you sure you have the right person?''
Queen Elizabeth sighed, but gestured for one of her assistants to bring the envelope on the table.
''In here are the test results comparing, Harry and your D.N.A, it will tell us, what we already know, but to pacify any and all your worries, it's just a precaution,'' she soothed.
Opening it she handed the documents to Hilary, who politely snatched it and started staring at the results.
''This is impossible,'' she mumbled under her breathe.
''But it's not, you are Hilary Diana Frances Elizabeth of Wales, Princess of the Great Britain.'' The Queen replied calmly.
''Unbelievable,'' Hilary muttered in disbelief.
There goes my social life.
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