Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2023 10:25:09 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 142c IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* "Hello... Davy, it's you. How are you? ... Sorry, no Forts isn't here. He was summoned to the Palace. He just left, apparently he is having tea with the King and Queen, they heard he was in London... Sorry, what did you say... They probably saw it in the papers... Davy, I don't know sorry... Yes I have just seen it... Yes of course I will get him to ring you as soon as he gets back... Okay. Goodbye." Dima looked apprehensive, "Davy?" I nodded. "So, he has seen the papers, then?" I nodded again. "And he doesn't sound very happy." Dima sighed, "Well, there is nothing we can do until Forts gets back." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 142c – Part 142c minor characters making an appearance: Albert – Forts Valet Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Blond Haired, Blue eyed, cut cock six inches, large balls, smooth chest. Very Fit body, defined cum gutters. Colonel Torcall Farquharson – (Torcall) Officer in the 4th Battalion of the Black Watch. Friend of Athol, Gethin, Davy and Forts. Based at Fort George, Inverness. Mishcon - Forts and Davy's Solicitor King George 6th – The King Queen Elizabeth – More commonly known as the late Queen Elizabeth II, mother. Winston Churchill – British Wartime leader William – Orphan Davy saved during an Air Raid. Now lives in the orphanage set up by Theodora and Forts. ** Forts continues the story Duke turned the Rolls in through the Palace gates. The guards on either side snapped rigidly to attention and presented arms. I smiled at Darius, "Someone must have told them we were coming." The clock in the quadrangle had just begun to chime eleven o'clock as we pulled to a halt. Duke leapt out and opened the door. I followed Darius out of the car and was immediately met by a face I knew, the King's Equerry. He bowed, "Your Imperial Highness, welcome..." We shook hands, "This way please your Imperial Highness. The King will see you in the Garden Room." Darius caught my arm and thrust the small parcel into my hand, "You had better not forget this." I smiled, taking the parcel. The Equerry enquired after Davy and asked if I had anything in particular I wished to speak to the King about. How did these flunkies always know? "Well, actually, yes. It is my father Laird MacDonald's thirty-fifth birthday on the 12th of August. I saw that was the date of the Highland Games in Ballater. I know the King always attends, I am hoping he will, as a surprise, allow Athol to be amongst the guests of honour." The equerry nodded politely, but said nothing. We arrived at the door to the Garden room. He knocked, asking me to wait a moment. He slipped inside. The door opened wider, and I heard him announce, "His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov." He gestured for me to enter. The King was on his feet, the Queen next to him. The King greeted me warmly, "Drageon, how good to see you again. Please come in and take a seat." I bowed my head and shook his hand and then greeted the Queen. "Your Majesties, please, first I have a small gift for each of you." The Queen looked at her husband and then accepted the parcel I was holding out. I smiled as we all sat. The Queen, looking at the parcel said, "Drageon, you shouldn't have." I smiled again, "Please, please open it." The Queen quickly undid the bow and removed the paper wrapping. Her face lit up as she saw the Faberge monogram on the maroon leather box. She glanced at the King who was now leaning forward. "Well, open it dear." He cooed. Her face lit up as she opened the box and saw the 'Corn flowers and Buttercups' flower vase, by Faberge. The King roared as he laughed. "I heard you had brought it." I nodded, "Well, I need to bring a gift, and a little bird told me that Her Majesty liked it." "Excellent Drageon, Excellent." The King even clapped. "I also have a gift for you, Sir." I removed the two-coloured gold guilloche enamelled presentation case, set with brilliant and rose-cut diamonds from my pocket, and handed it to the King. He shook his head, "Drageon, I couldn't possibly accept." He studied the miniature portrait of Tsar Nicholas on the lid. It was sat in an oval cartouche surrounded by yet more diamonds topped with the Imperial Crown, also picked out in small diamonds. The King glanced back at me. "With that beard, you look so like him." He stroked his fingers over the enamel. "Drageon, what can we both say, but thank you. Thank you very much for these incredible gifts." We sat making polite casual conversation while tea was served. Surprisingly I now felt very comfortable in their presence. The king was desperate to hear how Radost was doing. I told him we now had a little bitch too, Nadya, whose lineage could be traced back to the original litter the very first Radost had come from. The king leant forward, "Drageon, you are going to have to excuse my poor Russian. What does Nadya mean?" I smiled, "Well, we already had a Joy, Radost. So Nadya is Hope... So, now we have Hope and Joy." The king nodded, "Great names, well chosen." I was very aware that these audiences were carefully choreographed and timed so I was not surprised when I heard a little tinkle of a bell. The Queen stood, still clutching the Faberge box. The king and I stood, too. "Drageon, I must get on. Thank you once again for your amazing gift, I will treasure it." I gave another head bow, and the Queen left us. The King remained standing. He waited until the door was closed. "Drageon." His voice had changed. He now sounded really serious. "The meeting you are about to have... Well, how do I say... Never happened, I hope you understand." I felt my stomach flip. What was about to happen? The King turned to face another one of the doors. He picked up a small call bell and gave it a ring. The door opened and in walked Winston Churchill, the Prime Minister, cigar hanging from his mouth and his signature bowler hat in his hand. I am sure my mouth was hanging open. I glanced at the King, who nodded to me reassuringly. "Drageon, I am sure Winston needs no introduction." "Prince Drageon, a pleasure to see you again. How is your father, Laird MacDonald?" I couldn't believe it, there was that so familiar voice. The voice Britain had grown so used to on the radio. Yet here he was, just feet away, and addressing me. "He is well, Sir, thank you." "Good, good." He replied gruffly. "Your Imperial Highness, I am sure the King has told you that should anyone ask, this meeting never took place. I need your assurance that you won't tell anyone." I nodded, "Yes, Prime Minister, you have it." "Prince Drageon. The King has asked me to speak to you about a matter which is classified as a 'State Secret'." He paused, I felt myself swallow, not again. "It concerns your safety and that of numerous of your compatriots after the war comes to an end. You had better read the first sheet of this." He handed me a buff file with the words 'Operation Keelhaul' and 'TOP SECRET,' stamped across it. Churchill watched my face, "I can now honestly say, I never told you." I opened the file and quickly read the typed first page. 'Operation Keelhaul, the forced repatriation of all Russian citizens after the final victory over Nazi Germany. As agreed at the Yalta conference by First Minister Stalin, President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill. Persons concerned, all POW's and anyone who is Russian, but not a Soviet citizen. They are to be returned to Russia, forcibly if necessary, by all the allied powers.' I felt The King's eyes watching me. Churchill finally spoke again. "You will see, it has been agreed with General Stalin that all POW's and, more importantly for you, Russian citizens whose families fled Russia are to be forcibly returned after the war at the request of the Soviet Government." I am sure I staggered. I certainly wasn't expecting this. I turned to the King. He, too, was looking at me apprehensively. Churchill grunted and spoke again. "I know it has come as a shock to you, but this will happen. It has been agreed by all the Allied powers... Now, I need hardly spell it out to you. I am sure you know what that would mean, especially for you, a leading member of the Romanov family. Drageon, I have to urge you to take up dual British citizenship. It will be the only way that we can protect you when the time comes." It took me a moment to compose my thoughts. They didn't just concern for me. "But, Mr Churchill, why? What about my friends?" I looked at the King, "My son, Prince Dima, and all the others...? You can't send them back, they would all be slaughtered." Winston spoke again. "Prince Drageon, you must somehow get them all to agree to taking British citizenship, too. But, I stress again, the reason must remain secret... If our 'Russian allies' were to hear what we were up to, it could be the end of the alliance." I had to sit down. "But how can you have agreed to such a thing? Sending everyone back to a certain death." My emotions overwhelmed me as I thought of little Draco. I glared at the King, "Wasn't the death of your relatives, the Tsar's family, enough for you all!" The King bowed his head, avoiding my eyes. I was sure he was going to say something, but Churchill spoke first. "Prince Drageon, this is most definitely not the fault of his Majesty. In fact, it was he who insisted I meet and speak to you. If there were any other way... But it had to be agreed to, or risk losing the Russians support in the war. What can I say, but welcome to the world of realpolitik. None of us like it, but it is what it is. I will have someone contact you to begin the process immediately. But again, I stress to you, you can tell no one the real reason. This meeting never took place, and I never told you about it." I was still stunned. I heard another tinkle of a bell. The main door opened and the king's equerry came in. The King approached me and took my hand. I stood. "Drageon, believe me, there was nothing I could do to stop this. All I could do was warn you. Please don't hesitate to act immediately. You and your family are, despite what you think," He squeezed my hand, his face looked sad, he stuttered slightly, "Too precious to both the Queen and myself." He released my hands as I nodded, deep down I knew he meant it and had stuck his neck out to ensure I was warned. He stepped back. "Now I am afraid I have to speak with the Prime Minister alone. I am sure you understand." I don't think I said anything. I gave a curt bow to each of them and left, still in shock. The king's equerry escorted me back down to my car. * Darius and Duke both exchanged glances as I approached. Apparently, my face was not hiding how I felt. Darius opened the door of the limousine. "Is everything okay, Forts?" I nodded. He knew I was lying. "Back to the Hotel please Darius." He closed the door as I sat on the bench seat. I pulled down the window blind and raised the privacy screen then broke down sobbing. I wanted to go home. I had even forgotten to ask the King about Athol attending the Highland Games. ** Jeremy takes up the story I had been growing stronger and stronger each day. It seemed to be having a positive effect on Will, too. Will joked it was all my cum he was swallowing and taking into his body that was making the difference. He may have had a point, I seemed to be cumming in buckets since my surgery. Dr Van Cusen and even Mark, the nurse, were convinced Will was healing faster and better. Will and I had just got back from our morning walk. We had started going out each morning for a walk together in the grounds of the hospital. I can't explain it. I was getting really fond of this guy. That had never really happened to me before. But there was a 'but', a great big BUT! I still hadn't told him it was me who had caused the fire. How could I tell him that and risk this beautiful thing we had going? He would probably never speak to me again. Then again, by not telling him, I risked it all anyway, if he found out from someone else. Professor Harding came in on his rounds. He seemed strangely subdued, not his usual ebullient self. Will had gone off with the nurse Mark to have his morning bath. I thought now would be a good time to speak to the Professor, while we were alone. "Con, I was wondering if you could give me a bit of advice." He continued checking me over, "What about?" "Well... About what I should tell Will about the fire, actually. We are getting really close, and I feel I am deceiving him, not telling him I caused it." "Don't ask me about relationship stuff. I have made a big enough mess of my own without fucking up yours too." "But Chris loves you." Con shook his head. "He did... Not anymore. Right, I am hoping you can be discharged in the next few days. What plans do you have? Are you going back to Pittodrie for a few weeks, or does the RAF have somewhere you would rather go?" I hadn't heard all the 'stuff' after, 'not anymore'. "What do you mean? Not anymore, you haven't split up, have you?" Harding just nodded. He turned to me, "Look, I am sorry, I really don't want to talk about it. But yes, Chris and I have split up." He looked like it was really chewing him up. Through glassy eyes, he forced a half smile and turned for the door, his voice breaking, "I will see you again tomorrow." He stopped. He didn't turn round, just said, "Do what your heart tells you is right no matter how painful it may be." With that, he was gone. I sat on the bed, mulling over the entire conversation, trying to make sense of it. It wasn't long before Will came back into the room wearing his towel round his middle. He stopped and closed the door and turned the key, locking it. He grinned as he came over to me. He had a lovely body. I looked at the burn on his side. It was still pink in colour, but at least it was now healed and no longer weeping. He kissed me, "I thought you would be stripped off ready for me." He gave a little chuckle and started to undo my pyjama top. I kissed him back as his fingers worked feverishly and undid the buttons. His hands slipped under the material and round my body. He pulled me hard against his and licked down my neck. His hands slipped down inside my PJ bottoms until he was cupping my arse cheeks. He grinned, as he squeezed, "I love you." Another chuckle, "But we can do without these." His hands pushed down my pyjama bottoms. Once over my arse, they slipped down my legs to the floor. I now stood there naked, with him in just his towel. I winked and pulled at the towel at his waist, it easily came apart and in seconds he was as naked as me. He grabbed my hand, "Come on, on the bed." Will, as usual, seemed desperate to suck my cock. He pushed me on to my back and then clambered on to the bed. He spun round and positioned himself over me, my cock near his head, his hanging over mine. One of his hands grasped round my now thickening shaft while the other cupped under my balls. His warm breath sent shivers racing down to my balls from my cut bellend, warmer and warmer, until his lips brushed over the head. He kissed my belled. My head flopped back into the pillow as I pushed my hips up off the mattress. He giggled, and I felt a slap across my shaft, "Hey, what are you doing back there? It doesn't feel like very much." I had to laugh, "Sorry." I reached up my head and kissed his balls. His cock bobbed up and down, just out of reach of my mouth. I slipped a couple of fingers round its base and levered it down to my waiting mouth. The head brushed against my lips, smearing them with his tasty precum. I popped his half covered bellend fully into my mouth. It spasmed, spurting out yet more of his clear sticky boy honey. My fingers gripped and stretched back his foreskin, exposing the whole head to my probing tongue which worked its way along the ridge under his glans. It amazed me, he had just had a bath and his whole body and light coating of pubes smelt of the antiseptic coal tar soap the hospital used, yet here deep under his foreskin, right in at the join of his glans and shaft was a true taste of him. It was heady and slightly musky, but incredibly tasty and horny. I licked and sucked wildly on his glans, his arse squirmed, trying to move where my tongue was touching his sensitive skin. I must have finally driven him crazy. He raised his hips, pulling his cock from my mouth, hissing over my cockhead, "Lick my arse." His bum lowered as he spread his knees wider apart, opening up his hole to my tongue. His balls tumbled down over my nose, my lips just managing to kiss them as they vanished over my chin. I breathed deeply as his tight pucker came into view. I pushed out my tongue, letting it drag over his smooth taint, to the rippled skin of his sphincter. I kissed the tiny dark spot at the centre of his rose. Chuckling to myself, my thick cock had really opened him up over the last couple of weeks. The first few times I had fucked him, you couldn't see it, now an experienced eye could tell Will was no virgin. I probed gently with my tongue. Lapping, prodding, each movement producing a slightly different sound and vibration from his throat. I thrust my cock upward, enjoying every second. It had taken a while, but Will was now totally happy with my cut cock. It always amazed me how guys who had foreskins hadn't a clue how to properly turn on a cut guy like me. Whereas all I had to do was lick at his uncovered cockhead, to have him writhing in pleasure, begging for more. But now, after several lessons, he was an expert. He began to play the same game as me, his tongue, his lips working my bellend, forcing a sweet music from my lips, which buzzed deep inside him. With his hole nice and wet and twitching, I eased first one, then two fingers into him. I went straight for his man nut. I stroked gently over it, using just my fingertips. He let out a deep belly moan. His head pulled off my cock as his back arched downwards. I playfully slapped his arse. He was ready. He moved quickly. He reached for the tube of KY now sitting on the bedside cabinet, the same one he had told the nurse Mark he needed to help with his pain. Mark had raised his eyebrows and then winked as he placed down the tube, saying, "I know which pain this will help with." Will coated my cock with the slippy cold gel and then pushed some into his arse, using his fingers. He was still facing away from me. He raised himself up on his knees, hovering his arse over my hard cock. His hands reached down and pulled his arse cheeks apart as I placed my hands over his and guided his hole to my throbbing, precum oozing cockhead. His sphincter twitched against my cockhead, then I felt the downwards pressure as he lowered himself onto me. His sphincter was tight, as usual. It battled to keep me out but slowly, gradually, I felt his rose spread, easing its way down over my cockhead. He let out a gasp as I finally popped fully inside him. He waited, allowing his arse to get used to the intrusion once more. He grinned back at me and winked, then eased down some more. He had grown really fond of this position. It was Mark who suggested it. He had thought it would take the pressure off his damaged stomach skin. Apparently, some GI had had Mark doing it. He had called it the reverse cowboy, because the rider was facing away and on top. I raised my head, watching the rest of my shaft disappear inside Will's arse. He nestled down, grinding his peachy arse cheeks against my coarse pubes. He glanced back, "Ready?" I nodded and held on to his hips. He raised himself up, my rock-hard shaft slowly came back into view, then let out a shout of "Yee Ha." He dropped like a stone which caused us both to gasp, and then he began pumping himself up and down on my cock, lifting and falling like he was riding a horse. I slid my hands up his back, feeling his rippling muscles beneath my fingers as his whole body tensed and all those muscle groups worked together to ride my cock hard. I wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him, but I couldn't. I couldn't ruin what we had. I wanted him. My balls were beginning to take a battering. I eased my legs apart, allowing my balls to escape his enthusiasm. He was going wild. He leant back, pressing his hands to his stomach. He had told me previously that concentrated the pleasure my cock was giving his man nut. Soon he was wanking his own shaft, while still powering up and down on mine. My poor balls began to tighten and again became the unintended targets of his own bouncing balls. Shit, this felt good. I could feel his sphincter tensing and releasing as his wanking built to a crescendo. My own balls and arse began to twitch. I wasn't going to last much longer. I began matching his downward thrusts with upward ones of my own. The room filled with the loud slapping of skin on skin. The sound grew ever faster, soon was joined by our combined moans and grunts as we both began to blast out the contents of our balls, his all over my feet and mine deep inside him. He fell back, resting on my chest, our heads practically side by side, and he stretched to kiss me. The look of bliss on his face both thrilled and frightened me. How was I going to tell him, it was me... ** Darius picks up the story Forts didn't speak another word on the way back to the Savoy following on from his meeting with the King. Duke and I couldn't work out what had gone so terribly wrong. Surely it wasn't the gifts. On arrival back at the Hotel Forts dismissed every attempt to speak to him including Robert telling him Davy had phoned and he was to ring him back immediately. He ate in his room and about an hour later sent for me. "Darius, I promised Davy I would go to the orphanage and see this boy William. Can you round up Duke and let's get going." I nodded, "Certainly is anyone else going with you?" "No. I want to go alone." In silence once more, we drove to the orphanage. Forts was warmly greeted by the manager and given what was his first tour of the premises. He seemed totally disinterested, his mind seemingly elsewhere. All the excited boys were gathered in the hall ready to give a demonstration of gymnastics. A gloomy Forts was led in to meet them. After the formal introductions, the boys gave us a demonstration of various gymnastic routines. One little blond kid was amazing. He was so much smaller than the rest, both in height and frame. But boy, could he fly over the vault. Duke and I were trying to be as upbeat as we could, encouraging the boys as they flipped, vaulted, and tumbled. Forts just stood there, barely speaking. Finally, Duke shook his head. He pulled Forts to the side and leant to his ear. I was close enough to hear what followed. "Forts, what's wrong with you? This is all being done for you. The manager said these kids have been practicing this for weeks. JUST FOR YOU! These kids deserve better for all the effort they have put in than looking at your miserable, disinterested face. Whatever happened earlier has got absolutely nothing to do with them. For god's sake, show them you appreciate what they have achieved and are doing just for you!" I was ready for another Forts explosion. Thankfully it didn't come. Forts nodded and whether it was forced or not, I don't know, but he smiled. He turned to Duke. "You're right. Thank you, Duke. It has nothing to do with these chaps." The boys could obviously sense the lifting of the atmosphere as Forts went over to them to join in. He started at the climbing ropes, encouraging and helping the boys climb, especially the smaller ones. He followed the gymnastics round the room, even supervising at the vault as the boys flipped through the air. Forts even had a race with Duke and me up the ropes, with all the boys cheering him on and booing loudly as Duke pipped him to the top. The demonstration was brought to an end by a four-way pass over the vault. The final boy, the little blond, somersaulting twice above the vault. By now Forts was clapping wildly, "Bring him over, bring him over!" The boy looked embarrassed as the manager grabbed him by the shoulder and frogmarched him over to Forts. The boy stood, his head bowed. Forts got on to his hunkers, the boy was only four feet six tall. "Hello, I wanted to say well done, that was brilliant." Forts held out his hand, "My name is Forts, what's yours?" The boy's voice was barely a whisper, "William, sir." "You're William? Well, I am very pleased to meet you in person, William. Davy has told me all about you." The boy looked up, "Do you know Davy? I was hoping he was going to be here to see me vault." It was obvious the kid had no real idea who Forts was. Forts glanced up at me. "I know Davy would have loved to see you do your vaulting. But he is a teacher and had to stay and work. But I am going to tell him what an amazing job you did, just as soon as I see him." "Do you know him?" Forts nodded and pulled the kid into a hug, "I do, and he said I was to give you a big hug!" "He never came back to see me." A tear rolled down the kid's face. "He said he would come back and see me." "Do you want me to arrange for you to come up to Scotland and see him?" William looked at the orphanage manager and then back at Forts and nodded. Forts hugged him again. "Well, let's make that happen then." The manager tried, or should I say expected Forts to then join the staff in his office for refreshments. Forts, still holding William's hand, dismissed that idea and had all the goodies brought into the hall. Then he sat cross-legged on the floor with the boys, Duke and I sat alongside him. This was more like the Forts I knew and we all loved. William and Forts sat giggling and laughing as they both tucked into the treats. Alas, soon it was time for us to leave, Forts looked up at me, then back at William. "How about I come back and take you out tomorrow morning? We can go out somewhere." The boy, sad to see that Forts was about to leave, sniffed, "Where?" Forts flashed the boy one of his smiles, "I don't know, where do you want to go?" "Can we go to the London Zoo?" Forts nodded, "You bet we can. We can all go... You go and tell all the other boys we are going to the Zoo tomorrow." ** Robert takes up the story After his return from the Palace, Forts had eaten alone, barely speaking to Dima, Sergey or myself. I told him Davy had phoned and asked for him to ring. Forts nodded and went into his room. After lunch, again without a word, he had headed off with Darius and Duke to visit the orphanage. I knew the phone was going to ring again any minute, and it did. "Hello. Davy, hi, no he is not here, he has left to go to the orphanage. Yes, I did ask him to ring you." Dima was standing close, his face concentrating on trying to hear what Davy was saying. "No, I did. I asked him to phone you back... Davy, I am not sure what's going on. Something has really upset him at the Palace." Dima took the phone off of me. "Davy, it's Dima. Robert did ask him to ring you. To be honest, he had been acting very strangely since he came back from the Palace and his meeting with the King... No, he refused to even talk about it. You're coming down? Certainly, I will make sure the car meets you at the station. No, I won't say anything to Forts... If that is what you want. Yes, I will sort out rooms for Vlad and Tobias. Okay, we will see you all sometime this evening." I looked at a pensive Dima. "Did I hear that correctly, Davy is coming down?" Dima nodded. "He is, with Vlad and Tobias. They will be on the next train down and will arrive this evening." ** Davy takes up the story I put down the phone to Dima, my anger with Forts for going mad at the sale no longer important. I could sense something was terribly wrong. This wasn't like Forts at all. I knew he needed me with him. "Marcus, can you get Vlad and Tobias to come in? I am going to London this afternoon. Can you find out train times please?" "Yes Davy, I will start packing for you too." I nodded, "Thank you, Marcus." The three of us were at the station and boarding the London Express less than two hours later. I had to smile, there was no sign of Mr Mountfield this time, he obviously only appeared for Forts. It was funny getting on to a normal carriage with everyone else. The three of us, especially Vlad, in his full priestly garb, drew a few strange looks from our fellow travellers. I had to stifle a laugh as a very posh lady smiled at Vlad and slowly addressed him, enunciating every word. "Welcome to our country. Are you all foreign?" Vlad glanced at me, the corners of his mouth twitching as he turned and nodded. "Yes, I am Russian, but speak very English well." Tobias had to look away. Vlad continued, "But his Grace the Duke of Pittodrie, struggles occasionally, he's Scottish." "Oh, you certainly do, don't you? Well, good day to you all." She replied quickly, turning away as we all tried not to laugh. ** Forts picks up the story I was still at a loss as to what to do about the warning I had received. On returning from the orphanage, I spoke briefly to Dima and Robert and got them to arrange for a bus and tickets for the zoo for all the boys and staff, then retired to my bedroom once again. I needed to think things through. Added to that, I really wanted Davy here with me, but I couldn't ask him to abandon everything and come down just for me. I tried to return his earlier call, but the phone in our apartment just rang and rang. Whatever he was doing, Marcus must be with him. I was lying on the bed, just finishing my nightcap, when I heard a commotion outside the bedroom door. What now? I really didn't want to be bothered. I lay down and pulled the covers up to my neck and closed my eyes. I pretended to be asleep. I heard the door open and soft footsteps come over to the bed. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. What were they doing? Someone had climbed onto the bed. "Forts, it's me Davy." It took a moment for it to sink in. I felt a hand stroke the side of my face. I jumped up, startling Davy with my sudden movement. "DAVY!" He smiled, "You're awake? I thought you were asleep." "I was pretending." I lost it and threw my arms round him. "Oh Davy, you're here." Tears rolled down my cheeks as I squeezed and squeezed him. "Thank God, you're here... Oh Davy... Davy... something terrible is going to happen..." I buried my face in his neck as I heard another voice. "Is he okay?" It sounded like Sergey. Davy tensed. Then, in a firm voice, so unlike him, barked, "Get out. Tell Dima to come and see me." I thought I heard a muffled, "Yes." As the door closed. "Davy, I am sorry." I managed to mumble out. He stroked my face, "It's okay, I am here. We will sort it out together. Don't talk now." A few moments later, there was a light tap on the door. "Davy, Forts, it's me, Dima." Davy kissed my head, "Give me a minute." He got off the bed and went to the door. I heard Dima asking, "Is he okay?" He sounded concerned. "Shall I call for a doctor?" Davy was speaking very quietly. "No, I don't think he needs a doctor. Do you know what happened at the Palace?" I glanced up to see Dima shaking his head. Davy glanced back at me, "Dima, can you get everyone their own rooms? I don't want anyone else in the suite but Forts and me." "Certainly Davy." I heard the door close, and Davy joined me back on the bed. He squeezed me and rubbed my back and kissed the side of my head. "Do you want to tell me about it?" "I am not supposed to tell anyone." I sobbed, barely coherent as my body absorbed the warmth and comfort it had been missing from him. Davy practically spat, "The King has no right to keep doing this to you!" I managed to lift my head, making eye contact with him. "It wasn't the King... It was Winston Churchill." Davy pulled back, "Winston Churchill? You had a meeting with the Prime Minister?" I nodded, trying to smile, "And the King." Davy smiled and pulled me close in for another hug, "And there was me cross because you went mad shopping and you were just hob knobbing with the elite of society." "Davy." My voice faltered again, "They are going to forcibly send all Russians back to Russia after the war... They will all be killed for sure. No one would be exempt, not me, not Draco, no one." Davy looked stunned. He gasped, "They can't do that!" "They can and they are going to. Churchill was asked by the King to warn me. They want me to apply for British citizenship and Draco, so they can protect me." "But what about the others, Dima, Samara, Alexandra, The Grand Duchess, Dima's mum?" I nodded, "They want me to somehow convince them all to take up British citizenship now... How am I going to do that? Without telling them." Davy got off the bed. "WELL, IT'S NOT HAPPENING... We need to speak to Mishcon." "Davy, I was told no one was to know..." Davy shrugged, "Really?" We will see about that. He picked up the room phone, "Dima, can you get hold of Mishcon? Get him to come here first thing tomorrow morning for a meeting, you, Robert, and Samara, too. No, I can't tell you what it is about yet... Yes, no, don't cancel the boys' day out. Forts and I will still make it. Alright, thank you, Dima." Davy turned back to me. "Right, I want a cuddle... A great big cuddle." ** Friends, Operation Keelhaul was a real plan. Finally agreed upon at the February 1945 Yalta Conference, but which had been under discussion since 1943 at high levels of Government. Soviet Russia demanded the return to Russia of all Russians, even those who were not Soviet citizens. Operation Keelhaul started in 1946 with many Russians, both prisoners of war and those Russians who had fled the Bolsheviks after the Revolution, being forcibly returned to Soviet Russia where many met their deaths, either murdered by firing squad or worked to death in the Gulags. Operation Keelhaul was largely kept secret by the American and British Governments at the time. It has since been called an Allied war crime, declared such as it was committed by the Allies and targeted innocent civilians after the War had finished. Blackscar. ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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