Author’s note: And we’re back! Apologies if you’ve been waiting for this; I’ve been busy with the SJT and my @cssns fic (which has yet to post). But I wanted to give this one an update. I hope you like it!
Summary: Emma Swan stumbles upon one of her son’s Author experiments; she and Killian suddenly find themselves in Victorian London. How do they get home? And what does a young Queen and her Prime Minister have to do with it?
Chapter 8
Melbourne laid his book aside, turning his attention to the
petite woman who paced nearby. Victoria was notoriously impatient, but he knew
this was more than that. They were waiting for Sir Robert Peel; the turncoat
had been summoned to the palace a few hours earlier. Melbourne was starting to
believe the man was keeping them waiting, on purpose. Either that, or he’d
already left the city like a coward. Killian had told him more about his
encounter with the man earlier in the day; it was impossible to predict how
Peel would react to being backed in a corner. For he undoubtedly was.Melbourne did not doubt that—in Peel’s mind—he had good
intentions. As much as William disagreed with him politically, he believed Peel
cared about England. Enough to undermine his Queen, a queen he looked down on
due to her sex? Possibly. For there was no doubt in William’s mind that if the
monarch’s name was Victor instead of Victoria, none of this would be happening.
How a nation that gloried in the name Elizabeth could still be so backward
about the idea of a female monarch was beyond him. Victoria genuinely cared
about her people; her people were coming to love her as they should.
Fic: True Destiny (8/?) (M)
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