All Hail King William V (Long version)

All Hail King William V

A tale of a new British monarch

Important People:
Queen Elizabeth II -- The late queen of Britain

King William V -- Grandson and successor to Queen Elizabeth II
Prince Andrew of York -- Regent and guardian to the king
Prince Henry of Wales -- Younger brother of the king
Princess Beatrice of York -- Eldest daughter of Prince Andrew
Princess Eugenie of York -- Youngest Daughter of Prince Andrew
Prince Philip of Edinburgh -- Widower to Queen Elizabeth II


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August 31st, 1997 -- Paris, France



"Why am I even here?" Prince Charles whispered over sharply to his ex-wife.
Diana looked out over the scenery of Paris. "I don't know, you agreed to come."
A photographer was hiding in a nearby tree. Charles spotted the man. "Maybe we should move inside."
"So, we’ve been divorced now for over a year."
"A year to the day."
"No, it's a year and three days. But who's counting." They both laughed.
"So, how Camilla" Diana asked politely.
"Yeah, Sarah is good" Diana's jaw dropped, why would Charles make such a crude impolite joke about her sister. Diana laughed off the shock.
Hours passed and they were lost in conversation. Diana looks down at her watch.
"I'm sorry, I have to go"
"The least I could do is be gentlemanly and walk you to your limo."
"There is nothing gentlemanly about you"
"I can prove otherwise"
"Than lead on"
They both moved towards the door. The moment they emerged FLASH. A camera shone in their eyes, than another and another. Soon they were going off in strobe succession.
They sprinted towards the car making them look even more suspicious. Diana slid into the back seat. She turned to Charles.
"Get in." she barked.
"What?"
"GET IN!" her eyes narrowed. "I am nit leaving you to those dogs of the media." Charles slid into the back seat beside Diana.
"Go, Driver, Go" Diana gasped in desperation. A slumbering man in the front sprung to alertness. There was a subtle smell of alcohol in the air, but everyone was drinking Champaign. The wheels of the cab screeched and it was speeding off before the back door was even closed.
"We have to switch limos." Charles said, "This one will be the decoy."
"No." Diana objected, "There is not enough time."
One, maybe two cars were now following them. "Faster" Diana cried, "faster"
The limo drifted around a corner into an underpass. All they can hear was a honk of an approaching car followed by the scraping of metal. The next seconds went by slowly the pillar becoming larger in their sights. The driver crossing his arms desperately trying to turn away.
Diana and Charles grabbed each other. It was the first time they had made physical contact besides handshakes since their divorced. The car made contact with the pillar and rebounded violently. All that was left was a crumpled mess, no survivors.



September 6th, 1997 -- London, England


A week later Queen Elizabeth II watched from a terrace as two caskets paraded by her. One or her former daughter-in-law who she considered very much her own. The second was for her firstborn son, her heir, her blood. She felt a pain in her arm. This pain spread to her back and jaw. She could feel her heart palpitating. She turned to a mourning Andrew and said.
"I am not feeling well." The Queen fell back in her chair and went limp.


September 7th, 1997 -- Windsor, Berkshire, England



"Why do I have to move in with bloody Uncle Andrew?" Harry heaved a pair of heavy suitcases up a flight of stairs. "Where the hell is that butler anyways?"
"I don't know." Prince William was following close behind Harry.
"Pop's dead, Grandma's sick, could it get any worse?"
There was no response. A door opened at the top of the stairs, Prince Andrew emerged.
"Henry, William leave your bags at the top of the stairs, I'll have someone attend to them. We have to go to the hospital."
Both boys face turned pale. The three rushed out the front; they were joined by Prince Andrew's two daughters. A limo and several police cruisers were waiting for them. They piled in quickly. The limo sped off before they had a chance to buckle seat belts.
"Driver, Turn on the television." It was BBC.
Queen Elizabeth is in critical condition after a severe myocardial infarction. Sources say that her condition is worsening. It has been unconfirmed whether or not the condition is caused by the recent tragedies in the royal family. According to the queen's wishes, she has DNR ordered.
The footage on BBC cut to a helicopter shot of their cab.


September 7th, 1997 -- London, England



The car screeched to a halt in the loop in front of emerg. The five were met by a few others who were in the hallway just outside the queen's room. A cardiologist opened the door, he turned to Andrew. "Are you her oldest child?"
"I guess I am."
"I have some news for you, would you like to sit down?"
"I'm fine"
The cardiologist leaned in. "She isn't going to make it through the night. You might want to go in and..." mid sentence the light behind him flashed, beeping was getting louder. "Excuse me for a second."
The queen was already in asystole; her weak heart had passed over the v-fibrillation stage. Even if did not have a DNR it wouldn't have mattered.
The doctor looked down at his watch, and then he picked up his pen and clipboard.


September 8th, 1997 -- Buckingham Palace



It was the wee hours of the morning, a limo pulled up to Buckingham Palace. An unaccompanied man emerged from the limo. He rang the doorbell. It was a mild night however to him it felt a lot colder than it was. He was obviously unexpected. After a short pause Prince Philip answered the door himself.
"Andrew, come on in." They went into a room with a beautiful mahogany table, scarlet padded chairs, and the finest silk drapes there are. "Tea, Andrew" Philip offered.
"No, how cliché. Coffee please, decaf, I am trying to get to sleep."
Philip went into the kitchen, Andrew followed him. They were all alone preparing the beverages. "Aren't you going to wake the chef for that?" Andrew questioned.
"No, no, with all the recent deaths, I have given my staff the day off to mourn."
"Speaking of which, I did not see you at the hospital."
"Yes, yes, there is a reason for that. Everyone mourns in their own way; I could not bear to look upon the face of my dying wife. If I don't see her dead than I will believe she is still alive."
"Well, I guess that makes sense."
"What brings you here?" Prince Philip questioned.
"Can't sleep."
"What's on your mind?"
"With William being the new king and all, I am worried about Henry. Wouldn't he get jealous and want the crown for himself."
"Are you saying Henry would do such a dumb thing as to kill his brother?"
Andrew grabbed his forehead, "I don't know what I am saying." Philip searched around for a pair of mugs.
"If it gives you any peace, I will have a psychiatrist examine Harry. We will tell him that it is counseling over the deaths."
"Thanks I think that would help." Andrew replied. Philip was finishing up pouring the coffee.
"Well, here's your drink."


September 8th, 1997 -- Windsor Castle



Meanwhile, back in Windsor, Harry was rolling around in his new bed. There wasn't much sleep only disbelief. His door opened a crack, a young blond girl stood in the crack. She opened it up some more.
"Harry, I'm worried."
"What's wrong, Beatrice?" the groggy prince said.
"I can't find dad anywhere, he told me I could always come to him."
"I saw Uncle Andrew leave; he muttered something about going to Buckingham."
"What if his limo crashes like Uncle Charles' and Aunt Diana's." a tear entered Harry's with the sounding of those names. He glanced at Beatrice, "if it comes as any comfort to you, you can spend the night in my bed, beside me." She sat at the foot of the bed.
"Thank you." Princess Beatrice lay back on top of the sheets; she wrapped her arms around Harry like he was a teddy bear.
"I didn't mean for you to get that close."


September 8th, 2009-- Buckingham Palace



Meanwhile, at Buckingham, Andrew sat back down at the Mahogany table with his father. Prince Philip laughed.
"So, you think that Harry will Macbeth his brother, which is the most absurd thing I have heard in years." Prince Andrew took a sip of his coffee.
"Well, under severe psychological stress people can do anything."
"But there is some limitations."
A tall, blond lady interrupted the two men. "Sorry, Prince Andrew, there is a telephone call you might be interested in." Andrew nodded.
"Go, on."
"It's Cardinal O'Conner from New York; He is taking a personal interest in Harry." She took a breath as she clutched a cordless phone in her hand. "He says these days a lot of attention will be paid to King William that Prince Harry will become the forgotten son. He offered to mentor Harry."
This was Andrew's opportunity; he had found a person to give Harry guidance. He looked up at the lady.
"Tell him that we are coming to visit him, and, oh, yes, prep the pilots for a flight to JFK."
It is morning, yesterday seamed like merely a dream. But if it was a dream they would never wake up from it. Andrew woke up in the guest room at Buckingham Palace. He was lucky to get even an hour of sleep. Losing a brother and a mother in about a week’s time affected him deeply.
There was a knock at the door, Andrew sat up. "Come in"
The palace receptionist entered. She stood and reported. "A call from Sarah."
"I'll take it." Andrew got up and walked towards the phone.


September 8th, 1997 -- Windsor Castle



Meanwhile in Berkshire, Beatrice and Harry were waking up as well. They could not remember why they were in the same bed but ignorance is bliss and the two children didn't care.
Beatrice ran down the stairs to find Eugenie in tears and their mother on the phone in a heated argument.
"What do you mean you are taking Harry to New York? You can't, I am taking a trip with Eugenie around the Mediterranean. Just to clear her head."
"You didn't tell me about that either, Besides, I am the boys guardian not you. We can leave Beatrice with the nanny."
"No Andrew, you have to be present, especially these days."
"Okay, she would like to go to New York."
"Tell her she gets a Fifth Avenue shopping spree, courtesy of me." Beatrice's eyes lit up at those words. She loved fashion; some people say it has been her love ever since birth.
"What about William."
"He's with your father, learning the ropes."
"Okay than it is all settled. After the funeral, we are going to New York."
 
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