The Prince and the Maid

Chapter 65

2019

Grace pov
I drove a car to one of the new foster houses I was in charge of. I'd been called here since one of the boys was having repeatedly ran away, but returned by police officers.

I walked up the steps to the front door. My heels clicking as I stepped. I knocked on the door and looked around the yard as I waited. I was actually not in London. But it didn't matter London was a farther drive than to Bristol.

I heard yelling inside the house before The foster mother, Kathryn opened the door. "Hi, I'm sorry for the wait Grace. Please come in." She said with a smile. I nodded and walked in. "Is everything alright?" I asked. "Just some disagreement." She said with the overly cheery smile. "So where is Landon?" I asked. "Right this way." She said. I followed her into the Living room. Landon and the other foster children were sitting their on the couch. "You may all relax. You can treat me like any other social worker you've had." I said. The two younger children ran off. "So Kathryn if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk to Landon in private." I said. He still hadn't looked at me. "Is their a back yard were we can talk?" I asked. "Sure right out back." Kathryn said, she lead us to the back yard.

Their was a small swing set in the back yard. Landon and I went over and sat on the swing set. I took my heels off and sat down next to him.

I took out a clip board, pencil, and paper to take notes of what Landon would tell me. "So Landon, you've ran away three times. Why?" I asked. "Because I hate it here." he said. "Why is that?" "I don't know," he shrugged. "Is there something wrong with Kathryn? Is she abusing you?" I asked. "No, I just want to go home." Landon said. I wrote down what he said. "Well I'm sorry but you can't. Your father's a drunk and your mum's dead." I said. "I don't care, I want to be with my dad. He's all I have." He said on the verge of tears. "Hey, I understand your want to be with your dad. No madder what it costs." He glared at me. "What do you know about wanting? If you want something you get it." He spat at me. "Hey it wasn't always like that for me. When I was sixteen both my parents died, and for the three months following it, I was suicidal, and I was placed in a girl's home. I did my share time of running. But I got better and I got a job. And I still deal with persecution, I still have Depression and one day I could finally break, and stop caring. I would stop getting out of bed and stop doing what I need to be doing. But that's not now." I said. "The media does give you shit." Landon smiled. "They do, I had to switch cars three times just to get here so I wouldn't be followed." I said. "Do you think I could at least visit my dad. Like you come and monitor the visit or something?" He asked. "I'll see what I can do." I smiled. "So until I get you to see your dad no running away. I don't wanna get another call saying you ran away." I said. "I'll do my best." He smiled.

We walked inside, and he goes up to his room. "So what did he say?" Kathryn asked. "I can not say, but I will be in contact with Landon." I said. I then left and went home.

"Harry I'm home!" I called as I unlocked the door. David ran and grabbed my leg. "Mummy," he said with a toothy grin. I took my heels off and limped through the kitchen. "Harry?" I called. "If I move she wakes." I heard him say softly. I went into the living room. He was laying on the couch, with Faith asleep on his chest. I put my hand on her forehead. She was still burning up. She'd cough the flu at school. So Harry and I had to take care of her. "How long did it take you to get her to sleep?" I whispered. "A few hours, David went to sleep easier than his sister." Harry said. I kissed his forehead.

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That night we were having dinner with Kate, Will, George, Charlotte, Camila and Charles. We were hosting, so we practically had to disinfect the entire dinning room. Harry took Faith to her room, then came to help me.

I got the good China out and set up the table. Then we started on dinner. I was making potato soup, we would also have Ham steak along with the soup. Neither Harry or I had ever made ham steak so we called in the chef that used to make Harry and Will's meals when they were children to assist.