Chapter 9

Journal Entry 5: Monday – Post Therapy Session

My therapist wasn’t appreciative of the things I have chronicled so far in my journal. Personally, I think my prior entry scared her.

“Write more about traumatic events” in the hopes to getting more details.

Even suggested hypnotherapy. I don’t know if I really want my therapist or any therapist for that matter, wandering around in my subconscious mind.

Moving ahead, the son of my Prince, the one that I had saved all those years ago. He had met a young woman that had captured his eye and his heart.

A small part of me was slightly jealous, but I could hold no ill feelings towards this young lady. I was never a choice for him. If anything, I was a layer of security to protect him and anyone deemed under the family’s protection. For what it’s worth, I didn’t dislike her. I couldn’t hate her. I thought she was going to be some snob that came from a very wealthy, powerful family, that treated their staff and servants as disposable objects, like a wrapper over a candy bar. She was none of those things. Unlike one of my Prince’s daughters. He had a daughter, that was 1 year older than the favored son. Where the son, was a polite but serious extension of his father, the daughter however, treated everyone like dirt. The daughter and son had two different mother’s and there was resentment between the daughter and the family. She tested everyone’s patience on a daily basis.

On one most memorial day, the son came to me with a secret. He had arranged for a very special surprise. He had gotten consent from his father and the father of the special lady’s. Tradition usually was that the fathers would get together for an arranged marriage. Faith, somehow brought these two together before the parents could take steps. Because of such, things just fell into place perfectly.

The son had convinced his sister to take his beloved shopping (I didn’t take much convincing as she loved to spend money) and then later on, go to a particular restaurant, where he would arrive and would publicly propose. Both families were secretly going to be there to witness said magical event. I was informed of the events of the day as the son wanted me to go with them as and added level of security. Able to go into areas that the guys on the guard detail couldn’t. Like be with them in the restrooms, dressing rooms and etc. Why my Prince had no other female guards, I have no idea.

The day started out nice enough. Then a cellphone rang and the daughter had a coded yet heated discussion with someone. Soon afterwards, our driver was given an alternate route that we had to depart to. The car hadn’t even come to a full stop and the daughter burst out from the backdoor and went barging into the high-end clothing store before any of us could react. I asked the soon to be fiancé to stay in the vehicle for the moment while I went in to make sure things were secure. The security detail in my ear piece was having a fit and I did my best to calm them that I was engaging the situation and would update ASAP.

As I walked in the door, the daughter was arguing with the salesclerk at the counter about an individual. The salesclerk told her that said individual had been transferred to their other store on the other side of town. Pissed, the daughter turns and walks back towards my position where I have the door open and busy checking the scene.

Before I could even open my mouth to inform her about how reckless her stunt was, she screamed at me to get out of her way before storming off to get back inside the vehicle where the driver had the door open for her. Her, barking orders to get to the other destination ASAP and yelled at me for taking too long to get back in the car. I gave the code word across the local security team, that meant everything has gone sideways and that the main security hub needs to be informed of the complete change of plans.

We were underway by the time we got the confirmation from the palace security and were told to delay while that area was researched. Within minutes, we were told that the location was deemed too far and too vulnerable. Too which everyone got an earful across the recorded, private security network, about that we will make this happen. Someone made the comment that something didn’t sound right with the daughter, that this sounded too personal, like a lover’s quarrel. The Prince was unavailable at the moment to be updated by the security network, AKA, he was having private time with his wife and the son was being reached out to.

We were halfway to the next location when the updated orders from the son came out to send additional security detachment. Using my quick thinking, I told the driver to detour onto a different road, knowing full well that there was road construction on that road that would hopefully slow us down for the additional forces to catch up.

The daughter was fuming mad at me once we got bogged down in the construction area, because she knew I told the driver to take this road. I just informed her that construction was going on all over and that this was the fastest route. It was a small fabrication, but seeing how she didn’t drive anywhere, how was she to know.

The additional security crew was able to beat us to the location and had done their best to setup a parameter for our arrival. This particular branch of the store was in a much larger shopping complex. To what Americans would call a shopping mall. Thankfully, the Princes head of security was there to open the door and stopped the daughter before she bolted out.

Our head of security, was someone that even the daughter had to listen to and was not someone she could boss around. He spoke on the authority of her father and brother. Neither one that the daughter would disobey. Mad, but obviously biting her tongue, the daughter became more compliant. Which also became a soothing balm for the rest of the security crew with us as well as our young guest that, like us, had no idea what was going on.