After Chris arrived in London I felt like I could think straight about what I wanted. Having both my options at the palm of my hand - Chris in LA or Queen of the UK.

There was no doubt in my mind which option I was going to choose. I go into the last meeting with my father and lawyers before the announcement will be made to the country. Chris wanders the gardens in awe of the British Summer Time. I leave the meeting anxious to tell Chris what I've chosen, a wave of sickness comes over me and I rush to the bathroom before throwing up. I sit against the toilet for a few minutes as the sickness passes before I wash my hands and make my way outside to find Chris who will no doubt be in the garden with the Corgies.

I stroll through the gardens in my flat plumps as Chris comes into view, he's sat by the lake with one of the Corgies sat next to him. I smile at the view but I can't help miss Dodger, I sit down next to him shifting closer I place my head on his shoulder looking at the ducks passing. We don't say anything for a long time instead Chris kisses the top of my head and sighs happily. "I guess I could get used to this view, all that's missing is Dodge" he says nudging me slightly taking me out of my daydream. I hum back nodding.

"I could as well but i'd rather we go home to Dodger" I look up at him smiling softly. "You made your decision?" He asks frowning his brows. I nod taking his face between my hands "I would find you in any lifetime" I say planting my lips onto his.

We spend another couple of days in London before deciding to head home. My cousin had been announced as the new King and now my father could enjoy Retirement as such. The British press followed up all the way from Kensington palace and through the airport, Chris has his arm around my shoulder holding my tiny frame against him protectively due to the amount of attention we're getting because I declined being Queen.

After a long but thankfully peaceful journey with minimal attention being drawn to us, we arrive into LAX where a driver was awaiting our arrival. We get home just after 2pm to a super excited Dodger, we were both tired from the travel and decided to spend the rest of the day in bed watching TV. I snuggled up to Chris under the blanket with Dodger lay with his head on Chris' lap enjoying the petting he's receiving. My eyes flicker open and it's dark outside, I look up at Chris who's still sat against the headboard his mouth open slightly and his eyes closed, he doesn't look comfortable and I softly shake him and tell him to lay down which he does half asleep. Sickness fills my stomach again and I lay back down trying to get back to sleep. I toss and turn for at least ten minutes before getting up quickly running to the bathroom. My stomach must not have agreed with something we ate at the street vendors in Camden thankfully so far it was only myself who was being sick.