Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2024 14:48:52 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156i

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I gave a loud grunt with each spurt that splattered his insides, coating
them with my hot, milky load.

We lay tightly together, kissing and stroking. The ship seemed suddenly
strangely silent, even the wind seemed to have died down. Robert nudged me
and whispered, "Listen!"

I cocked my head, there was a low slapping noise. Robert giggled and nodded
towards the bulkhead. The slapping stopped, and a groan followed. Robert
whispering, "Did William just beat off listening to us?"


**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156i

Part 156i minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Captain Tim Krueger – (Tim/Captain Krueger/Krugs) US Army. Captain of
South African Boer heritage.

Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Forts and Davy's security team.

Prince Frederick, Nikolai – (Freddy/His Highness Prince Frederick,
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburg/the Count of Monpezat) 15yrs
old. Grandson of the King of Denmark.

Judge Barnaby McHake – (His Honour - Judge McHake/Barnaby/Barny)

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 16yr old Orphan now staying at Downe
House.

Mathews – (Matty) Castle Fraser - 3rd year.

Mr Duncan – Gregor (Mr Duncan/Gregor) Thirty-four-year-old. Based at
Castle Fraser.

Landers – Rob (Landers/Rob) Nineteen-year-old. Works in kitchens at
Castle Fraser. Partner of Mr Duncan.

**

Prince Freddy takes up the story

I watched as the light went off in the ensuite. The door opened, and I
could see the dark shape of Forts coming over to the bed. He had taken me
to a nearby park and then we had walked along the Thames when he had gotten
back. After dinner, I sat and read and while he spoke to Davy on the
phone. Now I was lying in bed, supposed to be asleep, waiting to see if I
could get another glimpse of his naked body.

Before he had gone out, I had deliberately hung around while he showered
and got ready. He even dried himself naked in front of me, like it was
nothing. I couldn't believe how hairy he was all over and his cock was
huge, I couldn't stop looking at it.

Forts crossed over to the bed. "Freddy, are you asleep?" I lay perfectly
still as he got into bed beside me, pretending to be sleeping.

"Well, goodnight." Forts whispered.

I still said nothing. It only seemed a few minutes later I could hear a
gentle snoring coming from him. I waited another few minutes, although it
felt like hours. His breathing had changed again, slower, deeper. I turned
on my side to face him and slowly reached out my hand. Shit, he was a bit
far away, I carefully wiggled closer until he was only a few inches from
me. The heat from his body was immediately noticeable. Dare I? I had to
touch him. I peered at him in the darkened room. He seemed to be on his
back. Slowly, ever so slowly, I reached the fingers of one hand towards him
again. I stopped as my fingertips made contact with his body hair. I waited
in the dark to see if he moved or responded, good, nothing.

Laying on my side, it was a little more difficult to judge just where my
hand was. I needed to explore a bit more to orient myself. I thought I was
up near his chest. Gently, I let my fingers settle down through his hairy
chest onto his skin, still nothing. Delicately, I moved my fingers upwards,
the coarse hair sending tingles through my fingertips. I had to calm
down. My cock throbbed in my underwear. If I wasn't careful it would
probably shoot out that watery, sticky stuff.

Forts let out a little gasp as my fingers touched his nipple. I froze,
although I wanted to chuckle. Now I knew where I was.

I moved my body closer and now his manly smell as well as the heat his body
was giving off filled my nose. Moving my fingers to the centre of his
chest, where the hair was at its thickest, I slowly walked them
downwards. I could barely breathe, any moment I expected him to wake up.

I felt the material of his underwear waistband; it was half covering his
belly button. I held my breath again as my fingertips walked down the front
of his undershorts moving them quickly over the top of his buttoned fly
opening. Fuck, that must be his cock. I felt the fat tube of flesh. It was
huge, as my fingers prodded it I swear it twitched. Dare I? I must have
been getting braver, or was it more reckless? I went back to his fly and
undid the little button. I steadied my nerves. It was now or never. I eased
my fingers between the material.

I froze as his voice asked, "Have you lost something, Freddy?"


**

Forts takes up the story

I couldn't quite believe it. If I let him continue, Freddy would be
touching my precum soaked, straining bellend. I had woken. Fuck, my dream
had me convinced it was Davy. Yes... Not Barny.

I inhaled, "Have you lost something, Freddy?"

Without a word, his fingers stopped dead and slowly retraced their tracks
out of my fly and away from my body. We lay side by side in silence. He
still hadn't spoken. I stretched for the bedside light. The harsh electric
light caused me to squint.

Freddy was lying next to me, his eyes tightly shut. I reached out and
touched him. "Freddy, I know you are awake. I am not cross, but we need to
talk about this..."

Nothing.

"Come on Freddy, I know you are awake and I am not turning off the light
until you speak to me. I am not cross with you, so don't be frightened."

Freddy opened one eye and then the other. The poor chap looked terrified,
his lip trembled, and he began to sob. "Please don't tell anyone, I am
sorry."

"Hey, come here. I told you I am not cross." I shuffled closer to him and
put my arm round him, pulling him to me. "Don't cry."

He pushed his face into my chest, blubbing, "Now you hate me!"

I squeezed my arm round him tighter. Freddy, still on his side, snuggled
closer against me, his upper leg sliding over mine nearest to him. His arm
wrapped across my chest. The boy needed love. "Freddy, I don't hate
anyone." I smiled, hoping my voice would reflect it, "I couldn't and will
never hate you, cousin."

He looked up at me, his cheeks tear streaked, "Do you promise?"

I kissed the top of his head. "I promise. But, you can't just go touching
guys who are sleeping... It's not right."

"But."

I hugged him again, "There is no 'buts' about it. Freddy, what if you
touched the wrong chap? You might get a punch on your lovely nose for your
trouble." Smiling, I gave his nose a tweak for good measure.

He just hugged me tighter. He reminded me of a koala bear picture Davy had
shown me once. I took a breath, "I saw you watching me earlier when I was
getting ready. Haven't you seen many men naked before?"

He didn't answer, just pushed his head firmer into my chest hair.

"Is that a no?"

He nodded at me. I hugged him again. "Freddy, we are all curious about what
we will look like when we develop. All boys are, and all boys look."

His voice was barely a whisper, "Did you?" He looked up at my face.

I chuckled, "I think I have always been like this!" I rubbed my hand
through my hairy chest. "But Davy was very curious when I first met him."

"Were you born hairy, then?"

I burst out laughing, "Not you too... Davy already thinks I look like a
gorilla." I stroked my chest again, "But, no, I don't think I was... But
now I don't remember being any other way."

Freddy's fingers curled in my chest hair. He whispered, "I want to be
hairy."

I kissed the top of his head, "With your lovely blond hair, I doubt you
will be, so don't count on it."

He nodded and looked in to my eyes again, "Forts, I am sorry for touching
you."

I hugged him again and kissed his head once more. "Don't worry about
it. Just don't do it again." I winked, "Unless I have my eyes open and am
nodding."

Freddy moved slightly away from my chest and looked up into my face again.

That threw me, "What is it?"

He grinned, "I was looking to see if you had your eyes open and were
nodding."

I had to laugh. "So, be honest with me, have you never seen a naked grown
man before?"

Freddy blushed and looked down again. "Only you."

I thought for a moment. "Alright. I will strip off and lie here and you can
look at me for a few minutes and ask any questions you want, but you
mustn't tell anyone. Deal?"

Freddy nodded enthusiastically and sat up, watching me. God, I get myself
into some really difficult places. I eased away from him and threw down the
bedcovers, his eyes were totally focused on me. I lifted my bum and pushed
down my undershorts, thankfully my cock was no longer hard, but it still
swung thick and heavy as I removed them. Freddy let out a gasp. I ignored
it and lay down on my back next to him on the bed. "Go on, have a good
look."

He sat, his lips tense, he glanced at my eyes. "Can I touch too?"

"Freddy, what are you like? ... Ask first and then I will decide."

With a cheeky grin, he pointed at my chest, "Here?". I nodded. He licked
his lip and pointed at my treasure trail. "Here?" I nodded. He grinned and
pointed at my flaccid fat cock sitting on my thigh, "Here?" I put on a sad
face and shook my head. He pouted, "That's not fair. That's the best bit!
It's huge."

I guffawed, "Maybe once we get up to Scotland. We can see what Davy thinks,
alright?"

He nodded excitedly. I lay back, putting my hands behind the back of my
head, exposing my hairy pits too. I smiled to myself as his fingers began
pulling at the hairs around my belly button.

**


Chris takes up the story

After breakfast, Davy, Tim, Edik, Draco, Arran, Andrew, and I all headed
over to the stables. Davy still seemed on edge. To be honest, I had no idea
why. Hopefully, he wasn't still sore with me for what I had said to Tim.

Dan was Davy's assigned security officer today, while David was posted to
look after Draco. The two guards followed us a few feet behind. I kept
thinking that Tim and Dan were pointedly avoiding each other's eyes. Davy
seemed to notice, too. A look of comprehension flashed across Davy's face,
he smirked and looked down, shaking his head. After that, he seemed to
brighten up.

The four grooms got all the ponies and horses tacked up. Jeremy assigned
George, Robin, and Cailin to lead the three Shetland ponies carrying the
boys. I was to ride Hunter, the horse Davy and Forts had given me. Edik
would be on Thunder, Davy on Baxter and Tim was given Scimitar to ride.

Tim looked magnificent on her back, he was grinning madly, "She is
beautiful, absolutely beautiful." He turned to Davy, "And you and Forts are
giving her to Enzo?"

Davy nodded. Tim grinned and sought out my eyes, "What were you saying
about hob knobbing with the rich? ... You can count me in." Scimitar wanted
to get going, she was performing controlled circles as Tim kept her reins
short. He leant down and clapped her neck, "Absolutely beautiful." He
grinned at me, "Come on Chris, let's stretch their legs, then we can come
back and join everyone else." Scimitar reared up and took off like the
wind, I gave Davy a wink and kicked on Hunter.


**

Forts picks up the story

James came and joined Freddy and me at breakfast. Freddy was practically on
my lap. I moved him complaining to the side, while I stood to greet
James. I hoped I hadn't opened a whole can of worms last night.

"So, James, home tomorrow, thank goodness. Is everything organised?"

Having missed waving off Dima, Robert and William, seeing Barny, and
acquiring Freddy, it was my intention to head straight back home to
Pittodrie. Once more, the best laid plans of mice and men were about to
fall apart.

"Sorry Forts, I had a message from Mishcon to contact him."

I felt myself slump, "And?"

James swallowed. "Forts, Mishcon, has arranged for you to meet the Chairman
and members of the board of Coutts Bank, apparently they have a proposition
for you.."

I sank into my chair. Not bankers, they really are the dullest of the dull.

"Can I come?" Freddy looked up at me expectantly.

"You don't give up, do you? No Freddy, sorry."

"Did Mishcon say what it was about? I wanted to head back home. Did he say
if it was important?"

James glanced at Freddy. I knew what he was thinking. "Freddy, why don't
you go and find Count Samara, looks like you will be spending today with
Brenda and him again."

"But?"

I signed, "Freddy please, just do as I ask."

He smiled, "Okay Forts."

James waited until Freddy left us. "You seem to have him under control,
that was quicker than I imagined it would be," he winked.

"So, does Mishcon think it is important? I really want to get home."

James nodded, "Mishcon seems to think it is and that it would definitely be
to yours, Davy's and Draco's benefit for you to attend."

"Oh, But I bank with C Hoare and Company now. I am not changing again."

James paused, "What would you like me to tell him?"

I sighed, "When does he want this meeting to take place?"

"He said it could be this afternoon, they are very keen to speak with you,
very keen."

"Okay, arrange it. Can you let Darius know and see if we can borrow the car
from the Savoy again? I had better ring Davy and explain."

James nodded and winked, "I would put on sackcloth and ashes if I was
you. I doubt he will be pleased."

I knew he was right; we had already been away three times longer than I had
thought we would be.

*

James and I were driven to Mishcon's offices by Andrei. Duke was to be my
close security for the day, Darius was taking the opportunity to catch up
with some paperwork. James smiled at me, "How did Davy take the news?"

"He wasn't there... Marcus let it slip that he was out riding with Tim
Krueger."

James' head spun to look at me. "What just Tim and Davy? But Davy doesn't
like riding... horses."

Forts glanced at me. "Apparently, Chris, Edik and the boys all went too."

James looked visibly relieved. I still felt uneasy. I needed to be home!

*

Mishcon welcomed us and led the three of us towards the boardroom. He
opened the oak double doors, inside and seated round the large oval table I
could see were several 'grey' looking men. My heart sank. They all stood as
the doors opened and Mishcon announced, "Gentlemen, His Imperial Highness,
The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov." James was a
couple of steps in front of me, Duke by my side. I saw the men all turn
towards the door and bow their heads. I was just about to follow James when
Duke grabbed my arm and pulled me forcibly to the side of the open doors.

"Duke, Christ, what is it?" At least he didn't have his gun drawn.

He looked panicked. "Forts, do you know who you are meeting today?"

I shook my head, "Mishcon said it is the Chairman and members of the board
of Coutts Bank, why?"

"Forts, Sir Benjamin Guppy, Darius' father, is at that table. I heard he
was the Chairman of a prestigious bank, but didn't know which one."

"Darius' father, are you sure?"

"Forts, I never forget a face. He will recognise me, I am sure of it. I
visited his home many times with Darius when we were teenagers, before..."

"Is everything okay, Forts?" James' face appeared round the door. His smile
vanished, he could see it obviously wasn't. He turned back to face the
Boardroom announcing, "One minute please gentlemen." He then pulled the
doors closed and joined Duke and me.

I couldn't quite believe it myself, "James, one of those men is Darius'
father, Sir Benjamin Guppy."

James glanced at Duke. Then back at me as I asked, "How is he a Sir?"

James swallowed, "God, I didn't make the connection, I am sorry. Forts all
Chairmen of banks are knighted for services to banking, what do you want me
to do?"

I felt a smile creeping slowly across my face, I turned to Duke, "You wait
here. James, announce me again. I would very much like to meet Sir Benjamin
Guppy." I looked at them both, "Not a word to him about Darius, for now,
understand?" Duke and James both nodded.

James turned back to the door and opened them once more. "His Imperial
Highness, The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov."

I was pleased I was wearing a smart uniform. I fixed an imperious smile on
my face as I strode into the room; my time watching how the King did it had
been well spent. The several gentlemen round the table all bowed, their
eyes all giving me the once over.

Mishcon began introducing each of the participants round the table.

My eyes deliberately scanned the wooden name blocks in front of each of
them as they were introduced before making eye contact with them. I was
waiting to hear Mishcon introduce him...

"And finally, the Chairman of Coutts Bank, Sir Benjamin Guppy."

Ahh, I made eye contact with Guppy, keeping my gaze on him until he looked
away uncomfortably. I took my seat. "My apologies, gentlemen, a small
security matter."

I sat, James on one side of me and Mishcon on the other, with Abigale
Fairweather next to him. I nodded at her, mouthing, "Good morning, Abby."

Hearing my words about security, Sir Benjamin gave me a look of concern,
"Is everything okay, Your Imperial Highness?"

I smiled, my eyes focused on his once more, "Everything is fine, thank
you. I have an amazing chap in charge of my security detail. Perhaps you
have met him, he is quite exceptional."

"Thankfully, I doubt it. I Don't need such a thing as personal protection,
Your Imperial Highness."

"No, I don't suppose you do. I am pleased for you... I willingly trust him
with my life and that of my family, every day... I wouldn't be without him
by my side. He is an exceptional man."

Guppy nodded, pompously adding, "Good men are hard to find. I would keep
hold of him, Your Imperial Highness." He gave a self-righteous chuckle. He
was joined by his colleagues, they all stopped laughing when they realised
I hadn't joined in.

"Yes, I intend to."

Guppy swallowed.

My gaze was obviously making him uncomfortable, he looked away again, just
what I intended, I leant over to him, but my voice was loud enough for
everyone to hear, "You obviously don't know, I have let it pass until now,
but it's Your Imperial Highness the first time you address me, after that
it's Your Imperial Majesty." I smiled again.

Guppy's faηade crumbled, "Oh, you must forgive me, Your
Imperial... Majesty." He gave a head bow. Now I knew that the Bank really
wanted a deal with me. How much of this could I get away with?

I smiled, I could feel Mishcon's eyes on me, probably wondering what the
fuck I was up to. James looked away, he knew just what I was doing. I
reached for Guppy's hand. I had no intention of referring to him as sir, at
least not for the moment. "Benjamin, or should I call you, Mr Guppy? Think
nothing of it."

He bluffed, "Err, Benjamin, please." He left his hand under mine for as
long as he felt was necessary before he whisked it away, blustering again.

I watched the eyes of his colleagues; it appeared that didn't happen very
often. As the meeting went on, it became very clear he was addressed as Sir
Benjamin, by the other members of the board, not just Benjamin. Excellent.

Guppy cleared his throat. "Err, Your Imperial Majesty, shall we begin?"

I nodded, smiling at Abby, "Please do, Benjamin!"

James let out a mix between a cough and a guffaw. I turned to James, "Is
everything okay, James?"

I could see the creases forming in the corner of his eyes as he nodded,
"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty. Sorry, just a frog in my throat."

"Benjamin, could you pass the water, please, for my equerry?"

Abigale went to leap up. I stopped her, "Abigale please, I am sure Sir
Benjamin doesn't mind helping out."

Guppy's turn to bluster again; but he passed a glass and the jug of water.

*

To cut to the chase regarding the meeting, basically Coutts was interested
in buying their way into Davy and my considerable and growing businesses. I
had departed the usual format with Mishcon, where I sat and let him do the
negotiating. More than once, Mishcon had leant into me and whispered or
passed me notes, asking what I was up to. Each was met with a smile. To be
honest, as you have probably realised, I was toying with the board of
Coutts. I didn't care if they did business with Davy and me. Every figure
they came out with, I reduced their share or increased the percentage in
Davy and my favour, with each I gave them the choice, accept or I could
leave. They agreed to everything; I knew they would.

I have never seen such relief on anyone's face as Mishcon's, as the meeting
concluded. Several times during the meeting, I had thought he was close to
having a seizure. With everything agreed, Mishcon then invited us all to
enjoy a buffet lunch.

The buffet was brought into the boardroom and we were all invited to eat. I
insisted Duke be invited to join us. I made sure I was standing with Sir
Benjamin when Duke entered. Poor Duke looked at me hesitantly as he entered
with Abigale, who had gone to invite him in.

Benjamin peered at him. "Is this your security officer? Your Imperial
Majesty."

I nodded and waved Duke over. He looked gobsmacked at the invitation. I
took hold of Guppy's arm. He looked so uncomfortable as I pushed my
overfamiliarity to the limit. "Benjamin, please, let me introduce my
security officer, Marmaduke du Maurier. "I chuckled, "Although that is such
a mouthful, I just call him Duke."

Guppy offered his hand, "We have met young man, I don't know if you
remember me?" He didn't elaborate further.

"I do, Sir Benjamin. It is very nice to see you again."

I feigned surprise, "You know each other? What a small world. How do you
know each other, Duke?"

Duke's face palled, his eyes widening by the second. "I was at Eton with
Sir Benjamin's son, Your Imperial Majesty."

Oh, I was enjoying this. "Really?" I turned to Benjamin.

Benjamin swallowed, ignoring that part of the conversation. "His Imperial
Highness was just talking very highly about you as his head of security Mr
du Maurier, well done you. It is always good to see when a young man makes
such a success of his life. Make sure you keep him very safe."

Dukes' eyes focused on me, he looked on unsure. I just winked and turned
back to Guppy. "Oh, no, you misunderstand Benjamin. Duke is just one of my
guards, not my head of security. I do wish Darius had been with me today. I
would have loved to introduce you to him." I was sure his eyes flicked at
Duke at the mention of the name Darius, but he didn't acknowledge it; after
all, there were hundreds of Darius' in the world, aren't there?

Instead, Guppy went for more fawning, "Yes, such a shame, he sounds an
exceptional young man. I would like to have had the opportunity to thank
him myself for taking such good care of you, Your Imperial Majesty." The
bloody sycophant.

But I wasn't letting him off the hook too easily. "So, you have a son? Is
he in banking? You must tell me all about him. Err, thank you Duke, carry
on."

Duke was trying hard not to smirk as he moved away. Lunch was soon over,
but I wasn't finished yet.

Just before I was about to leave, I called James over and together we
approached Benjamin once more, "Benjamin, thank you for today. Please
accept my invitation to you and Lady Guppy to visit my partner and I at our
house in the Highlands of Scotland, not far from Balmoral actually. Stay
for a long weekend. It will be lovely to see you again."

Guppy neatly doubled up with a bow. "Oh, Your Imperial Majesty, that would
be such an honour. We would love to visit you at your home."

I nodded, smiling, "Yes, I will get my equerry, James, here, to arrange the
details. James, if you would please?" With that, I turned and left.

*

Once back in the vehicle, I swore everyone to secrecy. Darius wasn't to
know what I was up to.

**

Athol takes up the story back at Castle Fraser

What now? My ears pricked up as I heard the shouts of 'Fight, fight,
fight.' I broke into a run down toward the dining room and the origin of
the growing clamour. Boys scattered as I approached, a hissed chorus of
"Run, The Headmaster," accompanied my arrival into the dining room.

My eyes were met with a scene of chaos. Over turned tables and smashed
crockery lay where they had fallen. Over by the far wall, Mr Duncan and
Landers were trying to pull Lillis off of Mathews, whom it appeared he was
in the process of pummelling in to the wall, while young Kenneth Jones was
flailing impotently at Lillis' back, shouting, "Leave him alone, you
bully."

"WHAT IS GOING ON!" Seeing me, the remaining boys, who had up until that
moment been the main chorus, fled for the door, swerving past my grasping
hands.

I missed them all; I turned back. "LILLIS! What are you doing? Let go of
Mathews immediately!"

Gregor looked back at me, clearly pleased to see me. "He won't listen, Mr
MacDonald."

I flew over, "Out of my way, please... LILLIS!"

Gregor and Landers hurriedly moved aside as I hauled Lillis away from
Mathews, grabbing him by the lapel. I barked at Gregor, "See to Mathews.".

Gregor nodded, "Yes, Mr MacDonald."

I spun to face Lillis, my fist still clutching the front of his lapel.  His
eyes were wild and blood poured down from his nose. He was agitated,
bouncing from one foot to the other, snorting. I locked my eyes on his,
"Lillis, what the bloody hell do you think you are doing? YOU are supposed
to be setting an example." He didn't answer, it didn't look like he had
even heard me.

"Mr MacDonald, can I help?" It was Davy, sorry, Mr Thomas.

I was really pleased to see him. "Yes, can you escort Lillis down to the
staff room, I will be there in a minute. And can you try to do something
about his nose before he gets blood all over the place?"

Davy gave a smirk and gave me a wink. "Certainly, we don't want blood on
any of the antiques."

I returned Davy's look and nodded.

As Davy led a now stunned-looking Lillis out of the room. I turned back to
Mathews. Seeing Jones holding him, or maybe a more accurate word is pawing
at him while tears streamed down his face, my brain began to put two and
two together. Gregor was rather uselessly dabbing at a small cut on
Mathew's eyebrow. "Thank you, Gregor. Are you and Landers both okay?"

"Yes, Mr MacDonald. I am sorry it all happened so quickly."

I glanced round the room, "It is certainly a mess. Have a tannoy
announcement made for the prefects to come and help you tidy up. Lillis can
explain to them why they are being punished when they see him later."

"Yes, Mr MacDonald."

I turned back to Mathews, "Are you okay?"

The boy actually grinned at me, he mumbled, "I am okay, sir." With that, he
slid down the wall, in a dead faint.

Kenneth Jones let out a blood-curdling scream. "He's dead! He's killed
him."

God! What made me want to teach? "You silly boy, of course he
hasn't... Landers, can you take Kenneth down to the staff room? I will
speak to him there. Can you remain with him if Mr Thomas isn't there,
please?"

"Yes, Mr MacDonald, sir."

Thankfully, Mathews came round almost immediately. He sat with a goonish
look on his face, "Did I faint?"

I nodded, while I examined the cut to his eyebrow. It didn't look that bad,
but I would get Professor Harding to come over and check both of the boys
out.

"Please don't tell him."

"Tell who? What?"

The goonish look had vanished. Mathews suddenly sounded earnest, "Lillis,
sir. I will never hear the end of it, if he hears I fainted."

I helped Mathews up and checked his eyebrow again. "He won't hear it from
me... I think he may have given you a blackeye though."

Mathews smiled, positively beaming. "I haven't got a broken nose like him
though, I heard it crack."

I raised my eyebrows. "I don't want to hear that, Mathews. Right, come on,
we need to sort this out. Down to the staff room with you."


**

James Take up the story

The sound of a train door clunking closed behind you can be very
reassuring. For a few minutes, I was worried I was going to miss it. As it
was, I was way down the train from the carriage set aside for Forts and the
rest of the party.

Andrei smiled as I made my way toward the door leading to Forts' private
carriage. He stood and opened the door. "We thought you had missed the
train, sir."

I winked, "So did I!".

I moved through the heavy black concertina bellows connecting the two
carriages. Duke stood as I entered, "Hey, you did make it!"

Hearing Duke Forts leapt up, he came over to me. "James, how did it go? Was
he there? Did you deliver the letter and present?"

I nodded, "Yes."

Forts swallowed as his emotions bubbled to the surface. "Was, was he okay?"

I nodded silently. Forts didn't need to hear how upset Barny had been.

Forts nodded, exhaling as his eyes glassed up and he mouthed a silent,
"Thank you... Thank you."

*

Earlier an emotional Forts had asked me to deliver a letter, and a small
gift with a handwritten dedication to Barny just before he left for
Scotland.

I didn't see what the dedication said until I handed over the present and
Barny showed me what Forts had written. Poor Barny had dissolved into tears
and collapsed in to his chair sobbing, holding the present and letter to
his chest. Was it through joy or heartbreak? Or as I felt as I tried to
comfort him, a mixture of both. I had, like everyone else around Forts,
wanted to hate this man, but I found I couldn't. He was just like all of us
who have been the victims of 'The Gods' cruel games. What was the word
Darius had said Barny had used, that was it, Kismet; fate.

*

Forts had asked for help writing the letter, which I willingly gave him. I
wasn't totally happy with everything in it, there were a couple of things
that he had insisted on including that quietly I hoped didn't come back to
haunt him.

I probably shouldn't tell you, but the typed letter read as follows:

'My Dearest Barny,

As I leave London, I wanted to thank you for a marvellous afternoon and
lunch. Spending time with you again was very special to me. I will never
forget it.

When we met, as you know, I was in a sorry state, thinking that my life had
come to an end. Like most youths, I participated in a great deal that I
would not think of doing at this point in my life. I now have a partner and
children, all of whom I love wholeheartedly. That and the many
responsibilities that now come with my position, none of which were in
existence when I first met you.

Although I was sorely tempted, I made a promise to my partner Davy that I
cannot break, and after a lot of painful soul searching, I have come to the
conclusion that nor do I want to.

I hope you can understand why we could only meet for lunch. I look forward
to you visiting both of us up in Scotland as soon as it can be arranged.

I hope you can take some pleasure and comfort in the meantime from the
small gift I have sent for you.

With my sincere feelings of affection.

Drageon.

His Imperial Highness, The Sovereign Heir, Grand Duke, Drageon
Drageonivanov Romanov.'

*

The gift well, it was a dark green guilloche enameled Faberge double sided
photograph frame, topped with an Imperial Russian Crown picked out in
platinum and diamonds. Count Samara had managed to purchase it at one of
the London sales, originally it was going to be joining Forts' and Davy's
growing collection, but Forts had decided to give it to Barny instead.

It held two photographs side by side. In the one, Forts was resplendent in
his uniform as the Colonel in Chief of the 'Imperial Regiment of the Life
Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky'. The other side showed a casually dressed Forts,
showing him from the waist up, laughing, and giving one of his devastating
smiles. The dedication on it read.

'To Barny, I can never thank you enough for everything! With all my love
and affection, always. Your Forts! xx'


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Well, everyone, that was the final part of Chapter 156. I hope you all
enjoyed it. So, I ask the question should OPP continue or have you all had
enough now? Please let me know.

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