Abigail couldn't believe what she was seeing right now.

Her ex and her bodyguard fighting-right in front of her-and she couldn't even break it up.

She tried multiple times to break them up, but each time she tried to use her Princess voice or just a plain old shout, nothing seemed to work. Seeing the two fight each other, fists flying, was shocking enough that she had to back up and get out of the way before calling for help. She was glad that she caught Maryse coming down the hall, because if she didn't, she didn't know what the fuck to do.

"CAN Y'ALL PLEASE STOP FIGHTING FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES?!" Abigail shouted over the commotion, trying to get them to stop, but for God sake, she couldn't even stop it. She felt useless for even fucking trying to stop these two, until her father and Percy busted in the room and tore the boys apart. Both boys were breathing hard and were glaring at each other, and Micah almost tore out of Percy's arms to lunge at his brother.

"Let me go," he snarled. "I want to beat this fucker's head to the BONE."

Konrad flipped him off. "Beat this, bitch."

"ENOUGH," Robert finally yelled, silencing the boys. "Now can someone explain to me what the hell is going on? Why are you two fighting when you should be preparing for church tomorrow morning?"

"I don't think anyone should even feel jolly enough to trim a tree, Your Highness," Micah answered. He pointed a finger at his twin brother, who just grinned wickedly. "My brother has been in your household for a year guarding Abigail, and has been sneaking in Octavia Jorgensen here." he answered. "He just didn't say anything about it until now, when I confronted him about it when they came home."

Robert looked at his daughter. "Is this true, Abigail?"

"Every word, daddy."

The King released a sigh as King Mads and Queen Christine van der Hoff came in, confused as ever. "What is going on here?" Mads asked. "Konrad? Micah?"

"Hallo moeder en vader," Konrad said with a smirk, switching to Dutch. "Hoe gaat het?"

"What are you doing here, Konrad? You're supposed to be out with the public, not here in Pershing Castle or Samphire for that matter?"

"Finishing what dear Micah started and guarding the princess." Konrad answered. "It was a good paying job until, well, he fucked it all up. Didn't you, bro?" he asked with a laugh. When Micah didn't answer, he stopped. "I made sure she hated you ever since you fucked Octavia Jorgensen-"

"Octavia?" Sylvestre echoed as he walked in the room. "Did you say Octavia?"

Mads turned to look at him with a nod. "Do you know this woman?"

"I do, Your Grace. Octavia Jorgensen was the mistress of an emperor before she was released. She was at my casino losing half of a million dollars before she was viciously killed by a Moretti gang member during a wild goose chase." he answered.

The twins all of a sudden became silent at the news. "How long has she been dead?" King Robert asked.

"Almost close to a year, Your Grace."

What...the fuck.

So all this time...Abigail has been worried sick over a dead woman...for what?? Thinking she can come back and fight her? To yell at her? And why the Morettis? All Abigail wanted to do was shake the unliving hell out of her and ask her why, but then, dead girls tell their tales, and Octavia Jorgensen was dead and was never going to come back to life. "So then...who were you bringing here, Konrad, if Octavia's dead?"

Konrad, who was silent on the news of Octavia's death, didn't know what to say, what to even think at this point. But before he could, Sylvestre spoke again. "I've done some investigating on that, Your Grace. Konrad has been bringing in my supposed fiancé here, Francesca Moretti, under Olivia's name."

"Francesca Moretti? Of the Moretti mafia family?" Queen Eleanor asked, when Sylvester nodded.

"She and I were supposed to be married, but I didn't know that she was coming here seeing you."

"So what? You're mad that I fucked your girl?"

"Not really. In fact-I'm quite happy that you're sleeping with her. I never really touched her, much less kissed her. So congratulations-she's all yours."

"But it doesn't make sense why you're here, Konrad." Mads repeated, so confused by it all. "Abigail seems content without seeing your brother here, and yet you are watching over her...for what?"

"Making sure she hates my brother forever and never marries him." he answered with a chuckle.

"Well it looks like you're going to be watching their futures from jail, Konrad." Queen Christine said, taking a deep breath. Queen Christine had shoulder-length fiery red hair, bright blue eyes and she had her arms crossed over her chest. "Because we told you that you were now a commoner after what you did-yes, I know exactly what you did. If it wasn't for that maid you knocked up, then turning around and making your brother's life miserable, then you wouldn't be in this situation that you're in right now. And not knowing where you were for a whole year?! A whole year, Konrad-and then you show up guarding the Princess without a second thought to your family or your sister?" at this point, Christine's voice started to get louder with each word. "I don't even want to see your face anymore. You're not my son-in fact, I don't even recognize you anymore! Who are you?"

"Moeder...please..."

"Don't moeder me!" Christine shouted, ignoring her husband trying to calm her down. "You're going to be arrested and thrown in jail for what you did. You're never getting out no matter what you do. And if you make contact with Abigail, Maryse or anyone else in our family, then you're going to be executed! Plain and simple!"

"Christine, I don't think you would do that..." Eleanor said to her friend, who was shaking. "Would you execute your own son?"

"Most queens in history did," Christine spat out. "I wouldn't be the first one."

BREAKING NEWS: EX-CROWN PRINCE KONRAD VAN DER HOFF HAULED OFF TO JAIL

Earlier today, police cars swarmed Pershing Palace for an unknown reason, and as people looked on, they were shocked to see the ex-Crown Prince of the Netherlands, Konrad Albert Johann van der Hoff, walking out of the palace with handcuffs and was hauled into the police car. Sources from the inside say that Queen Christine van der Hoff sentenced her son to jail for life for the crimes he'd committed, which was quite extensive. One of them was the personation of the current Crown Prince, Micah van der Hoff, into breaking off the relationship of Princess Abigail.

Pershing Palace and the van der Hoffs released a statement about the arrest:

We did not know that Konrad van der Hoff was under our noses the entire time, protecting our daughter, Princess Abigail. We have released him from his duties and had once again stripped him of his titles, and will be in jail serving a life sentence. He is not allowed to contact the family ever again. If he does make contact with them, he will be executed for his crimes.

After church, Queen Deborah's tea room

"Well that's all over," Thorne said with a sigh, grabbing his tea cup and taking a sip. "I didn't even think that Konrad would be here of all places."

"No one knew, honestly," Eleanor said with a sigh. "But I don't think Christine would down right execute the boy for even making a single contact with the family. What does she think would happen if he did?"

"Persuade them to release him early, I guess?" Katherine guessed with a shrug. She was picking at her food, and honestly she really wasn't even hungry. "Maybe to try and get the guards to play nice to him?"

"Hopefully that won't be the case," James snorted. "He'll be in jail and hopefully learn his lesson. But the way you tell it, Robert, it seems that Queen Christine is firm on doing this, and that there's no changing her mind."

"And it doesn't look like she will ever change her mind," Robert said with a sigh. "Now enough about this talk about Konrad. Let's talk about the Christmas Ball that's coming up soon." he placed his teacup down and looked at his family. "Anyone have any ideas?"

"How about a Winter Wonderland theme?" Abigail answered. "We can make the ballroom into a winter theme, have fake snow everywhere-it'll be perfect!"

"For you, maybe," Katherine huffed all of a sudden. "What about a Fill Santa Sleigh party? We can have a huge sleigh and have everyone donate a toy for the children!" At the mention of the children, she cringed. She didn't know why she said that, but Katherine wanted to take it back-all back.

"Or a Gatsby party," Victoria said, breaking the silence. "It can be Christmas themed, and everyone can dress in glitter and gold."

"I don't think we'd ever had a Gatsby party," Eleanor said with a little smile. "It sounds like fun. I think we should do it, honey. Everyone can dress up and on top of that we can do Katherine's idea as well, have a Fill Santa Sleigh for the children at Children's Healthcare of Atlanta-"

"I can't do this," Katherine said all of a sudden, getting up. "I can't sit here and let you be in the dark for long."

"Kathy...are you sure?" Thorne asked in a near-whisper. He was trying to hide his fear for her, but if this is what she wanted...

"Yeah, Thorne, I think it is," Katherine turned to her parents, who both had confused looks on their faces. "I'm pregnant and I'm keeping it."

"You will do what?!" Deborah shouted, making Percy cringe. "You will do no such thing, young lady! Not when I'm living! You will get an abortion immediately."

"No, grandma, I won't do that."

"Then I suggest you get married."

"WHAT THE FUCK!? MARRIAGE? To whom? A stranger? No, I don't want that, grandma. I want to raise this baby by myself."

That horrified Deborah even more. "First it's this law my son wants to pass, now my own granddaughter is pregnant. Do you even know who the father is?!"

"Sylvestre Thériault."

"The casino owner! Now I've heard everything. One of our own is dating one, and now you've thrown your lot into another one-and I know he's dealing with the mafia. Katherine, this is not the life I wanted for my grandchildren. Any of them."

"So you didn't want your grandson to be gay?" Percy snapped all of sudden, making everyone turn to him now. "You wanted him to be straight, huh? To get married to a girl and have kids and not be himself?"

Deborah got quiet for a moment before letting out a humph. "I wanted my bloodline to be strong, filled with grandbabies. I'm glad that Thorne and Victoria are pregnant and happy, but with the three of you-Kathy, Abigail and Percival-I had hoped that you'd settled down and give me grandbabies before I leave this earth. I didn't think Kathy would start. And I didn't even want to think about Marcella giving me a grandchild-"

"Granny, please. Me and James have already decided to start working on a family. What, just because of our wild ways, you think that our children will be worse for ware or something?"

"Marcella, you were the first of our family to walk in that parade-"

"Pride Parade, mother."

"Whatever-"

"No, not whatever. Mother, this is my home, and you will respect my son and this family." Robert snapped, making everyone look at him. "If my daughter wants to be a single mother, she can-how many of our ancestors had bastard babies with their mistresses and were named heirs? We have our first gay prince and yet you won't even except the fact that my son is gay and possibly the bravest man I've ever met. And to say that you don't want Marcella's child as your own grandchild?"

Deborah sighed as she finished off her tea. "I'm not good with all of this change, Robby, you know that. I just need time to accept it. But with everything on the line, I feel like I won't be able to accept everything, and that the children needed to be married as soon as possible."

"Granny...I'm honestly not ready to get married, let alone have children," Abigail said quietly. "I want to date, see the world and do my job as Princess as much as I can. I don't think me being married to someone is going to change that. It took Thorne nearly a year when he got into college to find Victoria-I want to wait for someone like that."

"And you, Percival? What about you?"

"I got Weston, we'll be fine."

Deborah nodded, turning to Katherine. "And you, Katherine?"

Katherine was quiet for a while before she took a deep breath. "I'm going to raise the baby myself," she answered. "I was hoping to quietly move into one of the estates and hide from the public until I have the baby, but then Sylvestre said that he wanted to move in with me so he can help take care of me and the baby."

"I think," Queen Eleanor said, cutting Deborah off, "That is a wonderful idea. And since you are the Duchess of Breckinshire, I think you can have that little nice cottage near Tybee Island me and your father sometimes stay in from time to time. We can renovate it and make it a nice home for you and the baby."

"Well jeez, Aunt El, I was going to give them our summer home in Albion, but okay." Marcella pouted a bit, taking a long sip of her tea. "But James and I hardly use it anyway, so I was thinking of putting it up for sale-unless Thorne and Vic want it?"

Victoria blinked at her cousin in law. "Us at Windsong Manor? You want to give up Windsong for us? But you love that place!"

"It's also the least used place we use. We're normally up in Spain or Greece for our summer getaways, and then down in the Smoky Mountains at White Vale in the winter, so you can have Windsong. I loved going there for the summer, but it feels more like a family home than a house for two, so you can have it. It's my Christmas present from me and James to you."

"Did James agree to this?" Thorne asked-and was shocked when Marcella nodded.

"Of course he did! Why else did he draw up the paperwork and the deed to the house to the both of you?" she stood up and kissed the both of them on the cheek. "Congratulations, you two. Now you're homeowners!"

As for the theme of the ball, everyone agreed that it would be a Gatsby party theme, and everyone was excited, even Percy was for once-he was going to be with his boyfriend on Christmas, and no one can stop him from being happy. Katherine was finally going to leave after the ball, since she didn't want the media to know about her pregnancy yet. Thorne and Victoria was overjoyed that they were going to have a home for themselves...as for Abigail...