Saving Everest | The Royals

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 15 - 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭

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Aspen's POV

"How is everything?"

"Pretty good, it's just a bit boring. The same routine everyday."

"Hm, I always knew you were never a 9-5 girl," my mother chuckled. 

"Yeah, you always told me I was a handful," I chuckled, setting my phone on the table. 

"Do you know when you'll be coming home?"

"Uh, no I don't think so. Sorry mom. I'll let you know as soon as I know," I replied, my stomach churning at the idea of lying to her. 

"Alright, I s-"

I jumped as a knock sounded at the door, echoing through the bedroom. 

"Uh, hold on sec," I interrupted my mother, hurrying to get the door. 

"His highness wishes to see you," Maria, the maid, said quietly. 

"For?"

"He did not say," she replied, shaking her head.

"Alright, thank you."

"I have to go," I spoke into the phone, my heart clenching. 

I missed her. 

"Okay, call me when you're free. I love you."

"I lo- I love you too," I replied, trying to keep my voice from breaking. 

God, get a grip Aspen. You're not a little girl. 

The hallways were empty, my bare feet tapping against the cool tile. 

Every sound was amplified by the high ceilings, a sneeze could probably be heard echo 5 times before going silent. 

I stopped in front of the study, just like I had all those years ago. For some odd reason, I found myself holding my breath as I knocked on the door. 

Almost immediately, I heard his voice through the thick wood. 

"Come in."

Pushing the door open, the strong scent of his cologne washed over me. 

"You asked to see me?"

"Yes, have a seat," he said, nodding at Connor who gave me a small smile before walking out. 

Oh no. 

"Am I going to enjoy this conversation?" I asked wearily, sitting down across from him. 

I felt suffocated. 

Being so close to him, it made me feel like the air was being sucked away. I became painfully aware of the fact that I was dressed in sweats and a shirt. \

And he was dressed in a suit - minus the jacket. 

"Depends," he shrugged, shifting in his seat. 

I eyed him carefully as he pulled out a file and placed it on the table. 

"Open it."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I slowly lifted the cover of the file. 

I noticed the front page was just writing and pulled it closer so I could read. 

Name: Anastasia Margaret Macallister

Date of Disappearance: 22 August

My eyes snapped up to Everest's only to find him already watching me. I scanned over the rest of the page, my brows furrowing in confusion.