The Prince and His Involuntary Bride

10. Not So Patriotic

Wearing a black a black cap and a hoodie over her head, Celeste walked through the Camden Street of London, trying her best to mask her identity as much as possible.

Luckily no one had been able to recognize her over the past three days.

Those who would look at her with suspicious eyes, Celeste would simply throw a smile their way and shrug her shoulder, donning a pure English accent, that determined her to be a Londoner in every possible way and she would simply say with a sleek smile and an obnoxiously squeaky tone.

“Oh! I know, I look like that girl from that one video. I have been feeling like a celebrity ever since that video came out.”

She would throw her one leg up in the air and put her hands underneath her chin, pretending to be a sweet British local girl, that no one would suspect of being the woman from the viral Prince Charlie roast video.

There were many stunts, skits and stints that Celeste had done in her life, some for money and some for entertainment that she regretted and some she enjoyed but that one in particular was something that she didn’t even bother enough to remember.

But in that moment, when she saw that video being telecasted live on national television, that also on a day where it was supposed to be the biggest royal event and every single person was glued to their seats and watching television, Celeste knew that her life had ended and it was time for her to pack her bags and move to another country with Hugh but as soon as Hugh came back from his football practices and told her that his coach told him that the university was likely to accept him on scholarship for Football because of his excellent skills and the good words put forth by the coach himself.

She knew that each time, she and Hugh ran away, it was only because of external reasons.

They have spent their entire lives living in fear and the past five years, running from one place to another and not settling down anywhere for more than a month or so, hitch hiking across the entire continent of Europe, trying to find a safe place and always failing, getting spotted by their mother’s men one way or the other.

Hugh never questioned her choices to keep moving like gypsies but this time Celeste knew that she wasn’t risking only her life by moving away from England but also risking her brother’s future as well, for whom she had risked her entire being and existence.

She knew that Hugh had finally settled down in that life, feeling happy and discovered, as his skills for football were finally getting recognized and if she were to ask him to move to another place, she was going to risk her brother’s happiness and she wasn’t willing to do that at any cost.

Besides, all those times, she ran away because of something that was not in her control but that particular problem was hers to deal with and she would do everything in her power to deal with the situation on her own and at least not run away from that.

Standing in line at the ATM merchant, Celeste, kept looking ahead of the long queue and waiting for her turn, down the busy road of the Camden Street.

The market was bustling with crowds, that carried paper bags and bunch of other housing supplements, complementing the home depot shops that cornered the entire length of the street.

Celeste looked up towards the old building on her left and saw the large LED billboard flash Tv, placed on the top corner of the building, where a news caster, sat with media journalists and experts, once again discussing the same video, which made Celeste, adjust her cap over her head and flip the hoodie over her head as well, trying to look as suspicious as possible.

She looked around her, to see if someone in the crowd had recognized her but luckily no one had.

“What the f**k is taking so long?”

A young white male stepped out of the line, his spikey hair and badly tanned orange skin, showed it quite impulsively that he was a bigoted, chauvinist, who was definitely not used to standing in long line and was looking for ways to create a scene and annoy the living life out of the rest of the bystanders, just to get ahead in the line.

“Who the hell is this?” he yelled, walking towards the front of the ATM.

“Hey! We are all waiting here!” another mid aged black man standing ahead in the line from the man, yelled, trying to control the man’s rage but he was badly ignored as the while male, made his way towards the front and yelled at the old woman, in hijab.

“Oh! f**k that! I knew it was going to be one your illiterate bastards.” He yelled out loud, throwing his body ahead at the woman, who began shaking in fear.

“I am sorry, but the machine is not working and it has my card and...” she tried to explain herself, in her thick middle eastern accent but the man only shook his head, clapping his hand right over the poor lady’s face.

“Maybe the machine is absolutely fine and it is you, who is just a f*****g illiterate who doesn’t know anything but to bomb our people and then you even come and colonize our f*****g country and take our jobs and now because of you, we are going to be late for our f*****g jobs... do you even know how much problem you create by coming to our place for us? Huh...”

The man waved his face right over the old lady’s, who took two steps back and stumbled back over the ground but that wasn’t enough for the man, who had an unearthed amount of hate buried in his heart and kept harassing the old lady.

“Maybe... if you would stay back in your f*****g country and get bombed by your own f*****g people, don’t you think that makes more f*****g sense, huh?” the man yelled at the old lady, who bowled herself in to a small ball and tried to hug her body, protecting herself from the man, who lifted his leg up to kick the old lady but before he could’ve hit her, a hand held onto his ankle and he looked down to see a young girl wearing a hoodie and a cap over her head, turning her head up towards him and looking at him with a small smile covering her face.

He tried to free his ankle but Celeste kept her hold on her ankle intact and stood up, picking his leg high and making him lose balance and stumble right on to the ground.

He groaned, as his back hit the ground and Celeste kept a firm hold on his ankle.

“Oh! Look at you, not so strong and patriotic now, are you?” she smirked, lifting his leg up high and holding man’s back above the ground.

He screamed in fright, as he felt his entire body being lifted off the ground, with only his head left as the only part of his body that was touching the ground.

Celeste heard a small beep of the ATM machine going off, as it spit out the poor woman’s card, indicating an error in the machine and turning off, with a red circle with a cross forming right over the blacked out screen of the merchant, making Celeste looking at the man with a disappointed look covering her entire face.

“The machine is actually broken, you chauvinistic asshole!”

The black man was the second one to Celeste, who stepped out of the line and helped the old lady to get up over her feet.

“Let me go, you b***h!” The man yelled at Celest, who only used grabbed the man’s ankle with her other hand and lifted him even higher.

“Didn’t you think about doing the same thing with that woman, when she was not doing or saying anything to you and only minding her own business? Huh, Lad?” she smirked at the man, shaking his leg, along with his entire body and a crowd had gathered around the entire scene, with many people taking out their cameras and recording the atrocities that were going on.

The old lady who was a victim, stepped ahead and immediately grabbed her card out of the ATM machine and stood back against Celeste, holding her arm.

“Please, let go off him.”

Listening to her polite request, Celeste let go off the man’s ankle, dropping his entire body down on the ground.

“f*****g racist rat.” She grunted at him, as the man groaned in pain, with his bones hitting directly against the cold ground.

“Are you okay?” Celeste, asked the old woman, who nodded her head with a small smile, looking at Celeste.

“Thank you!” she stated sweetly to the woman who was her savior and Celeste only nodded back at her, turning around and looking at the man, whom she had just mishandled a moment ago.

“You b***h! I am going to f**k you up!”

He leaped forward, throwing a punch at her but Celeste, only ducked down, dodging the man’s punch very sleekly, whilst he was only to take off the hoodie off her head.

She straightened up and lifted her hand at him, waving her fingers are him and pointing at him to come at her with all he had.

He shrugged off his shoulder, loosening his shoulders and holding his fists up against his face, as he laughed like a maniac.

“Oh! You f*****g w***e, you don’t know...”

Before he could’ve completed his sentence, Celeste jumped ahead and hit his face directly with her fist, making the man, fall down on his knees, as he screamed out loud in pain and Celeste waved her fist in the air, as her knuckles bruised black and blue.

Grabbing his bleeding nose, the man looked up at Celeste, who cringed with a feeling of sorry looking at what she had done with the man yet feeling proud of her work of art.

“Oh! That must hurt!” she squeaked with a small smile covering her face and the man, screaming out loud, looking down at his hand, where two of his teeth also rested along with some blood.

He held his mouth, putting two fingers right over his incisors and finding them to be entirely missing.

He ran his tongue, trying to reach his teeth but all his tongue could feel was his empty bleeding gums.

“My teeth!” he cried out loud, lifting his hand up and showing his broken teeth to everyone, who only cooed in either anxiety looking at the horrific bloodied man, who got what he deserved or either actually enjoyed the beautiful serve of Karma.

“Okay! I was only defending myself.” Celeste rose his hands in surrender and at the same time, a local traffic police man stepped through the crowd, looking at the horrible scene that had gathered a lot of attention from the pedestrians and even from the drivers, who were driving their car through the street but had halted their cars to find out what was happening at the ATM by the corner of the street, blocking the entire crowd.

Celeste turned towards the police officer, who lifted his head set, attached over his shoulder and called out on to a patrol officer, who would be available at the moment.

“We have a conflict at hand.”

“A self defense conflict.” Celeste corrected him, earning a glaring look from him and she only looked away from him and down on to the man, who was crying ugly, holding his precious yellowed bloodied teeth in his hands.

“This b***h!” he screamed out loud and at the same time, two patrolling officer, received the command from the traffic constable and immediately made their way towards the said scene of crime.

The first police officer to walk ahead, took control of the situation and held the crowd back, asking them to walk away and not to stand in masses, asking them to avoid swarming the place.

Knowing that the police had arrived and now the scene was going to get boring anyways, many people dispersed in to different ways and some felt forced, to not to be allowed to see what was going to happen to the folk story of the racist maniac and the feminine hero.

As the crowd disappeared and the second officer, walked in, Celeste was rendered speechless, looking at the officer’s face, who held a disappointed look covering his face, finding out that it was Celeste, who had created the scene.

“Not you again!” he stated in disappointment and Celeste only threw a toothy grin at him.

“Can I help it, Officer Chad?” she shrugged back at him and at the same time the old woman, along with the black man, who held her, stepped ahead, in support of Celeste.

“Please, she was just trying to protect me.” the old woman stated and the officer shook his head.

“As always, you are always protecting someone aren’t you?” he grunted at Celeste, who simply remained amused of the entire situation.

“What can I say, I am a very nice person.”

The officer, only shook his head in exasperation.

“You have to come to the station with me.” he informed Celeste and ordered his other officer, to grab the bruised man, along with the old lady and his helper, who were going to serve as witnesses and guided them towards the police station, as Celeste, chimed her way ahead, already quite familiar with the route towards the police station, irritating Office Chad and at the same time, thoe people who were previously present at the scene, laughed looking at the video of Celeste being an absolute hero and beating the crap out of the man.

Many people had uploaded the video on their i********: and YouTube channels already, where it had been getting multiple views and comments with some people accolading Celeste’s bravery.

‘THAT GIRL IS SO f*****g BRAVE!’

‘GO QUEEN! TEACH HIM A LESSON’

‘THE GUY GOT WHAT HE f*****g DESERVED!’

‘IS SHE AN MMA FIGHTER? IF NOT, THE MMA SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR HER ALREADY’

‘SHE YEETED THE MAN’S RACISM OUT OF HIM’

‘THIS SHOULD HAPPEN TO EVER SINGLE RACIST ASSHOLE!’

‘WHAT A PERFECT QUEEN!’

‘A SAVIOR IN A BEAUTIFUL DISGUISE’

‘IS SHE THE GIRL FROM THE PRINCE CHARLIE ROAST VIDEO!’

The last comment had already gotten many replies and likes, with many people finding out the resemblance between Celeste and the woman in the video.

‘She does look like the one who played the model! OMG, the resemblance is so uncanny.’.

Many people had started highlighting that comment already, while Celeste remained unbothered and made her way towards the police station, passing by a phone booth on the end of the street, where Dexter was standing in a trench coat and wearing a black hat, trying his best to mask his identity and soon as Celeste past right through him, he very carefully, picked it phone out of his pocket and snapped her picture, as she was still wearing a cap over her head and walking along with the police officer.

Taking her candid pictures, Dexter stepped out of the phone booth and began walking in to the opposite direction to which Celeste was walking to.

Picking his phone in his hands, he immediately sent her pictures on to a contact in his phone.

The contact was named, Prince Charlie.

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