Belief is not required.
Takeoff is…absolutely terrifying.I keep my eyes closed the entire time and choke down the urge to puke. Its a good thing I hold Nicholass hand instead of his stick, because my grip is so strong I wouldve crushed it.
And its one of my favorite parts.In the air, after hot towels and cocktails, Nicholas asks Bridget about things at home. Political things. Her eyes skirt briefly to me and then Henry, and I wonder if this is classified information.But then she tells Nicholas, The Queen has doubled her efforts to persuade Parliament to pass the trade and jobs packages, but talks remain…acrimonious. They want concessions.
Henry sits up from the couch where hes lounged, plucking chords on a guitar—Nicholas told me once that Henry fancied himself the rock star royal.What kind of concessions? the younger prince asks.
Concessions from the Queen, Bridget says uncomfortably. And the royal family.
Two years is a long time to be gone, Henry, Nicholas explains. Things have changed since you were last home.She pushes her hair behind her ear, fidgeting, as if she doesnt wear it down often. Which is a shame.
Are they always with you?What about when youre home?
Securitys there too. Or maids. My butler.So youre never just…alone? Cant walk around naked if you feel like it?