Chapter 14 - Knight Time

We got a ‘cab’ from Kings Cross to Buckingham Palace, and they do know how to charge in London! Marcus was very gentlemanly and paid, but I gave him half of what the taxi cost, so we had split it half and half.


We were only an hour early, so we thought that we’d better sign in, or let someone know that we were here or something like that. I had paparazzi taking photos of me on the way in (of course, this is where I became ‘invincible’) and people thrusting microphones in my face… Great. All the offenders would know exactly where I was and that I wasn’t carrying any dangerous weaponry, apart from of course, my Mum’s high heels.


I was led straight to the queen, with Marcus in hot pursuit, because I did some noble deed, apparently… Me? I thought it was for just being myself, and with my luck, it was going to happen some time or other.

I curtsied for the queen, and Marcus bowed, and she wanted to know some more about me, so she led us to her office-thingy, so that we could ‘chat’ for half an hour (and yes, she did use the word ‘chat’). It quite amused Marcus, so I had to pinch his hand to get him to behave.

“If you think that’s funny, I found the word ‘stuff’ in the bible.” I whispered, which had him silently laughing.


We sat down on the little sofa-thing, and she sat on the chaise lounge, though not stretched out on it, she was just perched on the edge.

“Please, tell me more about yourselves.” She smiled.

“Well, I’m Clementine, and he is Marcus.” I pointed to Marcus.

“Are you a couple? If you don’t mind me asking.” She laughed at herself.

“No.” I replied, at the same time that Marcus said “yes”. Now what was up with that?

“Ah, I see.” She winked at Marcus, which had him howling with laughter.


“Would you mind if I put some music on, to loosen the atmosphere?” Her majesty asked.

“No, go ahead.” Marcus replied, laughing.

“Why do you laugh?” She asked him.

“You don’t need to ask us for permission; we’re just peasants and you’re the top of the hierarchy.” He explained.

“Oh no, classical music alert.” Marcus whispered to me.

That’s when she pressed play on the CD player, and out came the sound of – Bassline? The Queen liked Bassline? I’d seen some strange things in my time, but never had I come across something quite as bizarre as a Queen liking Bassline!!!


She was waiting for the shock to show on our faces, and grinned when she saw it on Marcus, but I’d been trained not to show emotion, even though inside, I was laughing my head off.

“Does it not surprise you?” She wondered.

“Very much so.” I smiled.

“Is it an agent-thing?” She asked.

“Yes” I replied, and just all out beamed at her.


We just spent the rest of the time talking about being ‘Secret Agent’s and it involved me telling her about what happened in front of Buckingham Palace, and I even felt confident enough in her to tell her what had happened to my parents; the exact reason that they weren’t here today.

She had then been very generous and told me that she would mail a sum of money to help with the bills and things to my house (our house?).


It came around quickly, and the time to be knighted came quickly, and before I knew it, I was kneeling before the queen and having a sword tapped on my shoulders. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, and before I knew it, there was a round of applause, and that was it: I was a knight. Well, nobody said that girls can’t be knights too, did they? Well, if they did, it’s just plain sexist.


Afterwards, we decided to go straight back to the house, because we didn’t feel safe going around with no weaponry or protection, so we were very vulnerable.

On the train home, I had to approach him about something that was said in our meeting with the Queen.


“So… We’re a couple, are we?” I was amused.

“Well… um…” He couldn’t find the right words to say.

“I kind of, well, like you.” He said.

“It’s okay, because I like you too. In a non-friends way.” I clarified.

“I’m confused.” Marcus said.

“I want us to be a couple – I have since you were my new mission.” I grinned.

“I didn’t notice.” He was shocked.

“Well, I’m good at hiding my emotions; I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you liked me!” I grinned, and then it was all a bit awkward.


“What now, then?” Marcus mused.

“I honestly don’t know.” I grinned. “It’s the one thing that I’ve never had advice on.”

“There’s a first time for everything; I’ve never had the experience or the advice either.” Marcus admitted.

“Oh, come on! You’re older than me! I was counting on you having had experience!” I mock-complained.

He reached over, and gave me an awkward one-armed hug.

“We so need to practice that.” He said, echoing my thoughts.


I got out a newspaper from the rack, just above our heads – it was today’s newspaper, and must have come out fairly recently, as on the front page, there was a picture of me and Marcus, walking through the front doors of Buckingham Palace.



Journalists seriously need to get a life; not that I’m saying anything bad against them, I mean, it’s their job. I used to think that a Journalist had the coolest job in the world… Now, well, let’s just say I’ve got bigger ambitions… I have much bigger ambitions.

The End

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