"Morning..." Northamptonshire whispered, her angelic eyes fluttering open as she pushed her ginger ringlets away from her snow-white face.

"Good morning," Cambridge smiled awkwardly, hoping that is wasn't York that had awakened her. "Do you feel any better?"

"I'm alright..." she sighed, not sounding entirely convinced, "....Did York-"

"He did."

"He's going to tell everyone we're together or something, isn't he?"

"I'd imagine so."

"Nobody will believe he's exaggerating, will they?"

"Unless he wasn't exaggerating..."

"W-What was that?" Northamptonshire stuttered, heart racing as she wondered if her ears were suffering from the same madness that had possessed her brain only hours ago.

"I... I'm sorry..." Cambridge whispered, breaking eye contact, heart shattering into more pieces with every passing second. He'd ruined it... It just fell out... He shouldn't have spoken at all...

"Why?" Northamptonshire whispered softly, gently caressing Cambridge's cheek with her ice-cold fingertips.

"I-I shouldn't have-"

"I love you."

"You... You love me?"

"With all of my heart."

Grinning like an idiot, Cambridge slipped his hand around hers, allowing himself to get lost in her enchanting eyes and precious smile.

She loves me. My perfect Tudor rose loves me...

She was gorgeous, she was brave and loving and stubborn as the tide, she was everything he could ever want. There was no doubt about whom his heart belonged to, there was no one else in the world capable of such perfectly imperfect beauty...

Giggling at the pinkish blush and childish smile on Cambridge's usually stern, distant face, Northamptonshire felt herself begin to smile too, as she eased his grip on her left hand, never once looking away from his turquoise, oceanic eyes. Slowly, she reached out, landing her palm on his cheek. She smiled at the heat of his cheek and gradually brought herself closer to him, entranced by his handsome physique and sweet, caring nature hidden beneath his intelligent, calculating mask. Still utterly lost in his love's adoring gaze, Cambridge closed the gap, his eyes finally fluttering closed as he felt his lips meet hers. Their hearts beat perfectly in sync, as they yearned for each other's warmth and company, never letting go of this timeless moment, this perfect kiss that they'd dreamed of for longer than they even realised-

"I TOLD YOUUUU!" York announced with the gusto of a showman as he dramatically swung open Northamptonshire's bedroom door, stepping smoothly aside to reveal Nottingham (who looked somewhere between about to burst out laughing and about to burst into tears), Cambridgeshire (who looked as if he was on the verge of a heart attack after seeing such a private moment of his elder brother's) and Northampton (who looked downright unimpressed).

The six stood there in what was most likely the most awkward silence in recent history, with the two lovers blushing uncontrollably and York looking extraordinarily amused.

The first to speak was Northampton, who raised his eyebrows, gazing across the room and sniffing, "Was that really the best you could do?"

"Hey!" Northamptonshire retorted, glaring at her brother, "I love him!"

"I wasn't talking to you."

"Lavatory-head."

"Thames-breath."

"Sooo..." Cambridgeshire whistled, finally getting over the awkwardness of the whole affair, "Are you two-?"

"I... Um..." Cambridge stuttered back, "I... think so?"

"Well you've already eaten each other's faces, so you might as well be," Nottingham interjected, sounding slightly bitter, despite her amused smile.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwww-" Cambridgeshire groaned.

"Um... Are we...?" Cambridge muttered to Northamptonshire, once again looking like the long-lost twin of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

"Do you want to be?"

"More than anything..."

"Then I'm all yours," Northamptonshire smiled, kissing him once again, to the astonishment and disgust of their audience.

"ANYWAYYYY-" Cambridgeshire interrupted, gazing in every other direction than at his brother and Northants, "I believe we have planning to do?"

"He's right," Nottingham nodded, extremely keen to leave.

"Well we have more to do now," Cambridge sighed, "Because as far as the Monarchy is concerned, I'm supposed to be mentoring Northamptonshire to teach her to respect royalty, so if this information leaves this room, we'll all be hanged as traitors. And he's already suspicious of mine and York's involvement in the recent unrest."

"Um... About that..." York stuttered, now just as mortified as he'd made the two lovers, "I may have already told some people..."

"Oh Lord..."

"Who did you blab to?"

"Um... Yorkshire-"

"YOU TOLD MY MUM?!" Northamptonshire practically screamed.

"Lancashire-"

"AND MY DAD?"

"They're your parents?" Cambridgeshire gasped, "Your childhood must have been awful-"

"Bold of you to assume I got one at all."

"Ok," Nottingham interrupted, "Back to the point. Anyone else?"

"Lincoln, Lincolnshire, Derbyshire and..."

"And..?"

"I may or may not have... Um... I told London-"

"YOU WHAT?!"

"I'M SORRY!" York squealed, "IT JUST CAME OUT!"

"TO LONDON OF ALL PEOPLE?" Cambridge yelled, "We're done for..."

"I might have an idea..." Northamptonshire whispered, "I don't think you'll like it, though..."

"Go ahead... We have nothing to lose, my sweet rose."