Princess Darrel Crawley | A Downton Abbey Fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen | Decision Time

"I can't cheat a system that's been here for years," Robert said sadly, "so no, I will not request a second DNA test."
    "Well then," King George shrugged, "you know what this means."
    "She will never live with you."
    "I gave you a choice Lord Grantham, you failed to take it."
    "She won't be happy with you. This past week, she's been so upset about what's happened that she starved herself."
    "Oh my God, is she alright?" David cried.
    "She fainted last night," Robert informed.
    David turned to his father, "She needs to stay here."
    "Are you out of your mind?" He exclaimed.
    "Lady Darrel isn't well. She won't be any better if she comes to the Palace, she'll probably be worse."
    "Edward!"
   "While she's recuperating, she needs to stay here."
    The King sighed, "Very well."
    David turned back to Robert, "Do you mind if I see her?"
    "I mind quite a bit," Robert snapped.
    "May I see her?"
    "Fine."
    "I'll be in the car," his majesty announced and walked out.

    Robert lead David to Darrel's room where she had just finished her last bite of breakfast.
    "Darling, you have a visitor," Robert informed.
    Darrel looked up and groaned.
    "I'll be outside if you need me."
    Robert left the room, closing the door behind him.
   "What are you doing here?" Darrel demanded.
    "I heard you were ill and I wanted to make sure you were alright," David replied, sitting on the edge of her bed.
    "Really?"
    "I am sorry for how I behaved. I was stupid, I didn't consider how you felt about all that was happening."
    "Apology accepted."
    The room was quiet for a few minutes, neither one knew what to say.
    "I don't want to move to the palace," Darrel said softly.
    "I know," David nodded.
    "Is there any way I can stay here?"
    "I'm afraid there isn't."
    "Ugh."
    "However, maybe if you move to London, it'll be good enough. As long as you can visit frequently."
    "Maybe I can ask my aunt?"
    "That's a good idea."
    They were interrupted by Carson entering the room.
    "I'm sorry to interrupt," Carson nodded, "but the Prince of Spain is at the door. He's requesting to see you."
    "Of course, show him in," Darrel smiled.
    Carson bowed and left.
    "Should I make myself scarce?" David laughed.
    "If you don't mind," Darrel replied.
    "I hope you feel better."
    "Thank you David."
    David bowed and walked out.