𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛. ʙʀɪᴛɪsʜ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

39 ♔♕ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵!

𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗿. 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗴𝗹𝗲.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘁, 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲!

𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 (𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹) 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲!

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𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟸.
𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝙼𝚃𝚀 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎.
𝟶𝟸.𝟹𝟽 𝚙𝚖.

"What is it now?"

The Private Secretary's voice rang through the office, the annoyance he felt at answering yet another phone call in the last 10 minutes clear.

The Prime Minister was supposed to be arriving for an audience with Her Majesty this afternoon but some emergency meant it had to be pushed to the evening, a fact that did not endear Christopher to Mr. Cameron.

So when the caller replied with 'it's Princess Isabella Sir', that rather threw him. He had been expecting the PM's secretary again. Or the security people. Or anyone other than what appeared to be one of Princess Isabella's PO's.

"What?"

His reply was rather curt. Unusually impolite for the man who held such good manners. But he just couldn't grasp why he was on the phone to a Protection Officer who sounded as though he was in the middle of some sort of battlefield medical zone.

"Penny Irkham is down."

"Down?"

His heart was pounding now. This was really not the phone call he was expecting.

"They've just brought her back actually, but she keeps going, was down for about 10 minutes just now."

"Tell me everything."