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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 112d IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* “Chamberlain, I never want to hear you speaking to a member of my staff like that again.” Forts waved Niki over and put his arm round his shoulder. “Do I make myself clear? Dima, I want you to ensure this man understands. If I receive one complaint about his heavy handedness, or that he has been rude to any of my staff again, it is he who will be looking for a new job. Not them! Do I make myself clear?” Dima bowed, glaring at the chamberlain. “Yes, Prince.” I had just witnessed yet another change at the Manor. ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 112d � The Funeral Davy continues the story Glancing back at the table, I could see it wasn’t only the chamberlain who was looking shocked. The three ladies remaining at the table looked none too pleased either. Once again, Theodora’s eyes were on us and seemed focused on Forts holding my arm. Even I knew he had committed a terrible faux pax at the table, by not pulling back the ladies’ chairs first. That was one thing my dad had hammered into me as a kid: always stand when a lady enters the room, and always help them with their chair. As we began walking back to the table, I thought I had better say something. “Forts darling.” He smiled down at me, squeezing my arm. “Yes, Davy.” “Forts, it wasn’t very gallant of you to treat Theodora like that, you really should have gotten the lady’s chair first.” “But I wanted to take you, not her, to see the kitchen staff.” “I know, but everyone is staring at us.” I heard him sigh. “Okay, I will do it now and remember for next time.” I gave his arm another squeeze. As we returned to the table, Forts flashed another of his amazing smiles at the three ladies, giving a bow of his head. “Your graces, princess, sorry about that, but I won’t have my friends or my staff spoken to rudely. Do forgive me. Now let me escort you all through for coffee.” The dowager Grand Duchess looked confused at Forts’ invitation. “But surely, you don’t want us ladies present, while you gentlemen partake of cigars and brandy?” “Of course I would like such charming company. Please, ladies.” Forts turned to me, smiling, and then to Dima. “Another change with tradition called for Dima, I think.” Dima nodded, smiling. Forts moved to the side of the dowager Grand Duchess and held out his arm. “Your grace.” Smiles returned to the ladies’ faces. How I wished I had that smile of Forts. It could melt icebergs. Forts quickly moved behind the dowager Grand Duchess and as she rose, eased back her chair. I moved behind Theodora and did the same thing. Dima assisted his mother. Forts then proffered an arm to each of the grand Duchesses. The dowager smiled sweetly and took his arm. Theodora gave a dismissive look towards Forts and a little wink to me before moving beside me and taking mine. “Davy, you can lead me through.” The Princess Anastasia, Dima’s mother took his arm. Once more, Theodora had wrong-footed me. I really thought she would have jumped at the chance to get hold of Forts. My stomach flipped again. Oh GOD! I just knew what was coming. Forts led us all to have coffee in one of the smaller rooms overlooking the gardens. I led Theodora to the chairs; she glanced round and then, pulling my arm, hustled me over to a couch, which sat slightly away from the rest. Forts had chuckled. “Looks like they are going to be sharing more secrets by the look of it, Dima.” Dima had nodded. I so wanted to say something, but how could I without appearing rude? Forts ushered the other dinner guests to the seats, and they all sat down together. Theodora leant into me, still gripping my arm. “Forts looks lovely tonight, doesn’t he?” I nodded. “Those trousers really show him off well,” giving a little giggle. Then our eyes made contact. Holding my gaze, mouthing, “look at that bulge.” Another giggle. “It’s not fair, even Dima has enjoyed it more than me!” She pouted. “You are both so lucky!” I was feeling really uncomfortable now. “Theodora, I am sorry, but I really don’t think we should be talking about Forts like this.” Her eyes never left my face. Why is it that some people don’t need to open their mouths for their eyes to speak volumes? I forced myself to look away. Glancing towards Forts, praying he would look up and come and rescue me, but the four of them on the couches were all deep in conversation. “Ouch!” Theodora had dug a nail into my hand. I looked back round. “Davy, do you know what happened to the old Grand Duke? Why Dima is so upset?” I shook my head. I was feeling really uncomfortable. Her eyes didn’t leave me, even when I purposely glanced away. They were still fixed on me when I looked back. Her voice dropped to a low whisper. “The old goat was in the middle of fucking him when he had a heart attack and died.” “What? No, that’s awful!” Theodora nodded her head, sighing. “Yes. Now poor Dima can’t get over it. Even I can’t get him to have sex anymore. He seems petrified in case it happens again. I am sure he believes it was his fault!” I was stunned. Not only about the late Grand Duke, but also that Theodora spoke so casually about having sex with her brother. I tried to focus. “God, I had no idea. I mean, about the Grand Duke and Dima.” Why had I added that? Shit, I had only been reminding Forts about the “first rule of holes” a few days ago. Theodora’s eyes again spoke volumes. Maybe she had thought I didn’t know about her and Dima’s relationship. Well, she now knew Forts had told me. She continued. “No, Forts doesn’t know either. Dima ordered me not to tell him. He didn’t say I couldn’t tell you though.” I was pretty sure that Dima had probably meant a collective, don’t tell anyone. Not just don’t tell Forts. Theodora let go of my hand. “Maybe you and Forts could, you know, try to help him get over it?” Her eyes were glued to me again. “After all, it wouldn’t be the first time.” Was nothing sacred to this woman? How the other half lives. “Theodora, I really don’t think I could ask Forts to do that.” Her eyes narrowed; she shook her head. “It is always about you, isn’t it? As long as you’re happy. You don’t care about anyone else!” “Theodora, that’s unfair!” I had enough; I got up to leave. “Davy, sorry, it’s my poor English again.” “Oh, I think you know exactly what you said!” “Davy, he is my brother, I am so worried about him, please!” I felt Forts’ eyes on me; I glanced over. Yes, he was definitely watching me. He was frowning. He mouthed, “Is everything okay?” With a sinking feeling in my stomach. I nodded back, forcing a smile as I sat down. She had won again. * “Come on Davy, what are you doing in there?” “I’m coming! I am just finishing my teeth.” One last look in the mirror to check all was okay, and I walked back into the bedroom. Forts was smiling, lying on the bed, his eyes followed me. ankara escort “What are you laughing at?” I was grinning back. “I don’t think I have ever had to walk so far from the bathroom to my bed in my life.” Forts chuckled “Well, get used to it.” He pulled back the heavy white linen sheets. The bed was a massive white four poster, heavily worked with carved wooden scrolls, culminating in the Imperial Eagle. All the embellishments coated in gold leaf. I giggled again as I had to jump to get my bum up on to it. “I think I need steps.” Forts smiled one of his smiles and grabbed me, kissing me passionately, pulling me over to him. “Oh, Davy, I am so pleased you’re here with me.” He went to kiss me again, as I mumbled. “I am not so sure Dima and Theodora are, and as for the chamberlain, the less said the better.” He pulled back, his eyes locked on me, a look of questioning concern spreading over his face. “I thought you and Theodora were getting on like a house on fire? Every time I look round, the two of you are in a little huddle. Telling each other secrets!” Poor Forts, he had no idea. He was so trusting. I nodded, not wanting to hurt him, adding. “Yes, we have been speaking a lot.” He jumped on me and began tickling me, his face now joyous with laughter. “Come on, tell me what the secrets are? Come on Davy!” He dug his fingers in to my ribs, and soon I was shrieking with laughter. We rolled about, his hands caressing me while his lips pressed back to mine. Suddenly, my body froze as it struck me; I was lying to him. He jumped back. His eyes again focused on me. “Davy, what is it?” He was now kneeling up between my legs, facing me. He gripped my hands. As I felt a tear roll down my cheeks. “What has been said to you? Tell me!” God, what could I tell him without breaking a promise? He became insistent. “Davy, tell me!” With my mind racing, words tumbled from my mouth. Not what I wanted to say however, but what she wanted me to say. The puppeteer Theodora was again pulling my strings. “Oh, Forts, did you hear how the old Grand Duke died? It was terrible. Theodora told me.” Forts answered. “Only that he died in bed.” I squeezed his hand. “Did you hear who’s bed?” “No, no one said.” “Well Theodora told me. He was having sex with Dima and had a massive heart attack.” Forts grinned. “You’re kidding!” “Forts stop it. No, I am not, apparently Dima is devastated. Theodora is very worried about him.” Forts wiped away my tear. “Oh Davy, you are such a softie, I love you so much.” I felt myself forcing a smile. Praying my eyes weren’t betraying me. “Well, he has said nothing to me. What does she expect us to do about it?” I took a deep breath. “Theodora thought we might, you know, both visit him and you know, help him get over it.” Forts moved and sat up, his back resting against the headboard. “But how? I see him every day. If he doesn’t say anything…” His voice faded. “Forts, she means at night, like now.” He turned to face me. “What, you mean have sex with him?” I nodded, “That’s what she suggested.” I could see Forts was trying to process what I had said. The silence seemed to go on forever before he turned his head to me. “Is that what you want to do?” “I don’t know. It is horrible to think of him struggling with it. I mean, what an awful thing to happen.” Forts began to smirk. “Forts stop. It’s terrible. I don’t think I would ever get over it, if that were to happen to you and me.” Forts clambered back over me, his face inches from mine. “Davy, now listen to me, if we do this, I don’t want to hear later how I have cheated on you. Nor do I want you to get all upset. You have to be really sure about this, or I am not doing it!” * We must have looked quite a sight. We certainly got some odd glances from the footmen as Forts and I, in our long night shirts, dashed along the corridor to Dima’s apartment. Forts questioning me once more as we stood at the door. “Now, are you really sure about this?” I wanted to scream. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t say anything, instead I nodded, feeling my stomach flip as soon as I did. Forts tried the door handle. The door was unlocked; he opened it and we both slipped in side. It must have been nervous tension, I let out a little giggle, Forts took hold of my arm as we stood in the dark waiting for our eyes to become accustomed to the dark. Forts whispered to me. “There is the bed over there, he must already be asleep. Come on, you can wake him up by giving him one of your amazing blow jobs!” “Hang on Forts, don’t you think we should wake him first? If he suddenly awakens and sees two figures in white, we might give him a heart attack, too.” Another giggle from my brave, caring Prince. I could feel his body shaking as he stifled a laugh. I punched him on the arm. A little cough and he pulled himself together. “You’re probably right. Hang on, I will turn on his bedside light.” Forts clicked on the light, Dima was in bed facing away, he gave a grunt and his head came off the pillow, turning towards us. Despite us not intending to frighten the life out of poor Dima, he must have leapt a foot off the bed. Crying out, “Ebat! (Fuck!), what’s wrong? You frightened the life out of me!” “Hey it’s okay matey.” Forts reached forward to touch him. “Davy and I just came to see if you needed some company in that enormous bed.” Dima was still waking up, his eyes having as much problems seeing us clearly as his ears had, understanding what Forts had just said. “What?” Forts smiled and pulled his nightshirt off over his head, revealing his toned, hairy body. His cock swinging semi erect over his hairy balls. He laughed. “Come on, shove over, make room for two more. We are here to keep you company.” With a total look of surprise on his face, Dima’s body shuffled over somewhat instinctively. Forts grinned at him. “Off with your night shirt!” Still half asleep, Dima pulled it off over his head and tossed it towards a nearby chair. Forts pulled back the covers, exposing Dima’s naked body, and jumped in beside him. He held the sheets open and looked up at me. “Come on Davy, strip off and in you get!” I felt myself swallowing hard. What was I doing? I shook my head, my voice barely audible. “Look, I will leave you two and go back to our room. Have fun, don’t stay here all night.” I leant forward to kiss him, but didn’t quite make it. Fort’s smile vanished. He leapt up, then throwing his legs out of the bed stood in front of me. “No fucking way, in you get too! We either both do this or neither of us do!” Dima was now more awake. “What is going on, what’s this all about?” Forts was staring at me, not best pleased. He glanced back at Dima’s naked body lying on the bed. “Dima, wait one minute, please. Davy, what’s up? This was your idea!” He was right. We wouldn’t have been standing there if I hadn’t suggested it. Forts gripped me by the wrist. “Well?” “I thought you might just want to be with Dima.” I stammered as my voice broke. Forts gripped my other arm, and with his face, only inches from mine. Whispering, he hissed at me. “That’s rubbish!, You know it’s you I love. Fine! We will go back to our own room then.” Releasing my arms, he went to turn back to Dima. This time, it was me who took hold of him. “Forts no. We must do this for him.” “Davy!” “Forts, honestly, I want to, I am fine. Please.” “Okay, we will sleep here, but nothing is happening, we will just keep him company.” “But.” “That’s my last word on it, or we go back to our own room!” Dima had continued to lie on the bed, his face now showing he had no idea what was going on, but he was obviously intrigued by our little performance. Forts turned back to Dima, giving one of his legendary smiles once more. I made a mental note of how easily his face had changed to that. “Come on Dima, let me in. Davy, you hop in on the other side.” And that’s what I did. Dima was still intrigued. We all escort ankara lay back, our heads resting on the pillows. “Is one of you going to tell me what’s going on?” Forts lifted himself on to his elbow and looked over at me. “Go on Davy!” I couldn’t mention Theodora. Again, I found myself searching for the right words. Forts saved me. “Well, we thought you might be lonely, so decided to join you.” Dima shook his head. “You are crazy.” Forts reached for the light switch. I think you mean. “You’re crazy. Your Imperial Highness!” We all laughed as he clicked off the light and snuggled down to sleep. ** Forts picks up the story I woke, hearing the clock above the fireplace chiming gently. Dima was beside me, sleeping fitfully, he was mumbling in his sleep, his head moving from side to side. I put my hand on to his chest to rouse him, worried he would wake Davy. Whispering next to his ear. “Dima, are you okay?” He sat up with a start. I kept my hand on his chest. Our conversation continuing in whispers for fear of waking Davy. “Dima, you’re okay, you were having a bad dream.” His hand took hold of mine. “Forts I am so sorry. I haven’t slept well since the Grand Duke died.” I returned the squeeze he was giving my fingers. “So I heard.” Dima tried to move again, but I kept my hand in place. “You know what happened?” “Yes, Theodora told Davy, she is worried about you Dima.” Dima took a big breath. “Forts, it gave me such a fright, I killed him.” “Dima please, no, of course you didn’t. I am sure he wouldn’t have wanted to go any other way than making love to you.” He took another deep breath, gasping. “I don’t think I will ever be able to have sex again.” I moved my hand, stroking his stomach and lent over to kiss him gently. “Shush, now I want you to turn over and face Davy, leave the rest to me.” “Forts, I can’t!” “You can, and you will. It’s an order.” He sighed as I helped turn him so he had his back to me, sliding my hand down to his cock. I stroked it gently, feeling it come back to life. ** Davy resumes the story In my dream, I heard myself give a little moan of pleasure. I pushed back my hips, feeling that familiar bellend pushing against my butt cheeks. A hand was holding it, wanking it against my arse cheeks, now and then the fisted hand touched me, I could feel the wetness from the head, smearing against my arse crack. I moaned again and eased back some more. The precum was doing its job, the flared cockhead was easily forcing its way between my cheeks. I reached my hand back, moaning. “Love you sexy.” There was a chuckle from behind me. But not right behind me. “I told you, Dima! He can’t tell the difference between our cocks.” My eyes shot open, but the room was still dark, I went to turn round, but another set of hands joined those on my hips, holding me in place. “No, you don’t. Just lay there, I am coming round.” I felt the mattress move. Then someone came up beside my head, standing next to the bed. I ran my fingers up the legs in front of me; they were hairy. “Forts, it’s you! I would know those hairy legs anywhere.” He gave a little chuckle, and I felt his hard cock tap against my face. I opened my mouth, as Forts directed his wet bellend against my lips. “Come on, take it! I can see I will have to watch you. You can’t tell Dima and my knobs apart.” The two of them laughed, I pulled off Forts cock. I was about to challenge him when Dima’s cockhead flared between my arse cheeks. His cock lips kissed my hole. I heard myself moaning again as Forts leant down and gently stroked my face. “Do you want me to get him to stop?” I shook my head, raising my face to kiss him. Before we could, I was gasping, my mouth open in ecstasy, as my hole began to accept Dima’s hard cockhead. Forts chuckled, kissing my forehead, he spoke to Dima. “Go on brother, ease yourself in.” I couldn’t help myself. I reached back for my arse cheek with my hand and eased them apart. Dima obviously felt what I did and increased the pressure on the end of his cock. Forts clambered on his knees onto the bed beside my head. He bent over and nibbled my ear, whispering. “Are you sure sexy?” Poor Forts, how I confused this guy at times. Earlier I would have said no, but now, well, I wanted Dima’s cock deep in me. I nodded again, gasping. “Yes, do you mind?” Forts chuckled and then knelt up. He placed his hands on my head as he again guided his bellend into my mouth. “No, I just want you to enjoy it. I am going to have a go after Dima, anyway!” Dima’s cockhead was pushing deep into me. Christ, it was amazing just how much it felt like Fort’s cock, even the thickness and length of the shaft was the same. I groaned, thrusting my hips backwards, feeling his pubes rubbing against my arse. Fort’s cock was at the back of my throat, his hand stroking my neck. His voice floating down to me, finding its way through my pleasure. “Come on, take me deep into your throat, show Dima what you can do.” Dima had started up a steady thrust deep into my hole. It spurred on Forts, he pushed forward; I began swallowing, accepting his cockhead into my throat. I felt the sheets thrown off me from behind. Fort’s voice filtered through the fog again, addressing Dima. “Come on, get him on his knees, I think a good shagging is just what my princess needs.” Hands grasped my hips and shoulders. I was shuffled backwards, gently manoeuvred back, up on to my knees. Both cocks remaining amazingly in place, one deep in my throat, the other balls deep in my arse. Forts was right, this was just what I needed. I felt the stress of the last few days being forced out of my body with each thrust of their hard shafts. Dima reached under me and gripped my now dripping shaft. His fingers smeared over my cockhead, coating it in precum lube. He began to wank me. His hand matching the thrust of his cock deep inside me. Giving a little chuckle, he spoke. “Fuck Forts, Davy’s cock is dripping like a tap.” Forts pulled his cock from my throat and dropped to the bed. Rolling onto his back, he slid under me. His hair sending tingles all over my body as it dragged down my chest. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t wait, gasping, “Forts suck me! Suck me please.” Fingers gripped my shaft and caressed my balls. His mouth closed round my bellend, his tongue lapping at my dripping cocklips. I opened my eyes, my face inches from his groin and throbbing cock. Lowering my mouth, I smothered his swollen glans in kisses, my tongue, like his, now lapping up his oozing precum. I felt Forts push himself further under me; he began licking my balls. Still further under me, I moaned, pushing back on to Dima’s cock harder as Fort’s tongue lapped at my taint. My mouth fell open again; I hoped I wasn’t dribbling. Waves of pleasure overtook me as his tongue touched my taut sphincter. Dima groaned deeply. “Fuck Forts, that feels amazing.” Dima’s shaft was obviously getting the same treatment. I felt Dima pull his cock right out of me. I felt empty and glanced round, hearing a “Hmmmf” noise. I wasn’t sure it if was from Forts or Dima. Until Dima moaned, “Yes, yes, suck it Forts.” I glanced under me, Dima’s cock was fucking Forts’ mouth. Forts sucked it for a few moments before pulling it from his mouth and positioning it back at my hole. It slid balls deep into me in one thrust. “Oh, fuck, I am cumming.” Dima began to hammer my arse hard, the sound of his balls slapping against my arse cheeks and taint. Fort’s tongue spurring poor Dima on to his climax. Dima gave a stifled cry and slammed his hips against me. His cock throbbing in my arse as he spurted his cum deep inside. Dima’s body collapsed on top of me, his breath hot on my neck. “Oh God, thank you, thank you.” He mumbled as the last spasms shuddered through his body. Dima’s cock softened, and I felt it slip from my arse, dragging some cum with it. I was about to reach back when Fort’s mouth clamped over my hole. His tongue ankara escort bayan snaking into my well fucked arse, licking up the cum trickling from me. Dima pulled open my arse cheeks as he knelt behind me, giving his fuck buddy easier access. Forts took full advantage. With a final slurp, Forts slipped out from under me, still licking his lips. A huge smile on his face. He shuffled towards my arse on his knees, grinning widely. “My turn. Dima, you suck Davy off while I fuck him.” Forts got into position and I felt the palms of his hands on the top of my arse, his cock seemingly knowing where it was going, positioned itself at my hole and with a long deep groan from both of us, he buried it deep inside me. As Dima replaced Forts under me, I felt him take my cock into his mouth. Forts quickly got into his stride, his cockhead like Dima’s constantly brushing over my prostate. He hammered me long and hard while Dima’s mouth worked my cock. I felt my balls tightening; I would not be long. Two more thrusts of Fort’s cock was all it took. I felt myself tense and then begin to shoot my load into Dima’s mouth. Forts groaned behind me as my arse spasmed in time to my ejaculation. “Fuck, you have me coming now!” Forts pumped into me a few more rapid strokes, before I felt his cock begin to pulse, coating my inside in more cum. Dima’s head appeared from under me, a white streak of cum from his beard across his face and into his jet-black hair. Forts began laughing as Dima touched his face, grinning. “I thought I had missed a spurt!” He clambered off the bed. “I am going for a quick shower, thank you, that was amazing.” I rolled on to my back, Forts lay down beside me and took me in his arms. “Are you okay?” I nodded and kissed him. Grinning, he pulled away, clambering over me, his legs pushing mine apart. “Are you ready for round two, just you and me?” I nodded, closing my eyes and parting my lips. ** Mishcon takes up the story I sat in my car; we would be arriving at the Manor soon. I glanced at my watch, nearly nine o’clock, right on time. I still had more paperwork for Forts, Oops, his Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Drageonivanov. We had seen each other nearly every day since he had arrived. I found myself reminiscing as the countryside passed by. I found it hard to believe that he was the same person Athol had brought to my office three years ago. How he had changed from that confused, frightened boy. It was hard to believe he was the same person who had run away alone on to the streets of London. It amazed me how mature he had become. If I am honest, he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw, but he had a deep sense of compassion. Unlike many of those around him, he cared. Many of the things I had to speak about boggled my solicitor’s mind, but day after day he had sat and listened, checking back when I hadn’t made myself clear and he wanted me to clarify something further. The oddest thing was he wasn’t the least bit interested in the fact he was now one of the wealthiest people in the country; what with his parents’ money and now that of the deceased Grand Duke. Opening my briefcase. I fingered the two letters I had for him. One from the last Grand Duke was a personal letter for Forts. I had meant to give him it when he arrived, but it had slipped my mind, there had been so much going on. It was Athol who had reminded me about it yesterday; he was concerned about what it would contain, only time would tell. I needed to find a good time to hand it to Forts, just in case. I returned it to my briefcase. Taking out the other letter I had received this morning from the Times newspaper. I scanned it again quickly, basically it was requesting some photographs of the new Russian Grand Duke and stating that they wanted to write an article on him; I folded it over and slipped it back into my case. He would not want them to do that, I was certain. The driver stopped and wound down his window and spoke to the guard at the gate. “Mr Mishcon, to see the Grand Duke.” The guard, after seeing us every day for nearly two weeks, nodded and gave me a friendly wave, before swinging open the gates and waving us through. I was shown into the room, now adopted as Fort’s study, the chamberlain’s voice booming out, announcing me. Forts was sitting with Davy; they both rose as I entered. “Mishcon, good to see you. You don’t mind if Davy sits in today, do you?” “Not at all, your Imperial Highness.” “Excellent, come in and sit down, Dima will be here in a minute. Let me arrange for some tea, have you had breakfast?” “I have your Highness.” Forts smiled, nodding and held his arm out, indicating for me to sit. I smiled, shaking both Davy’s and Forts’ hands. The door behind me opened, Forts stood again. “Dima, please join us. Oh, and can you ask the footman to bring some tea, please?” I glanced round. Dima bowed his head and quickly summoned a footman. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Prince Dima Chikenoff. The phone call from Athol last night hadn’t exactly set my mind at rest either. Athol had asked me not to mention his concerns to Forts. Privately he had stressed some misgivings, nay serious concerns about Dima’s “flaky” character. Questioning his appointment as Forts secretary and equerry. He had finished by asking me to remain diligent and to make sure any powers granted to Dima had the necessary checks and balances in place. “Counter balances” was how he put it. Like I said, my mind was conflicted. It had been Dima who had been responsible for identifying who Forts was. Without him, Fort’s true identity would never have become known and his fortune would have stayed unclaimed or, more likely, passed to Dima and his sister. I resolved I would have to remain vigilant. Putting these concerns to the back of my mind, with Davy present, I started with the letter from the Times newspaper. I handed the letter to Forts. His eyes skimmed over it, his face breaking out into a big grin as he shook his head. He passed the letter to Davy; Forts was still shaking his head as Davy broke into a broad smile. “Oh, Forts you must, you must.” Forts guffawed, shaking his head. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Davy passed the letter to Dima, who had now sat down at the table. Forts turned to Dima. “What do you think?” I interrupted. Trying to force the matter. “Your Imperial Highness, I understand they would like to send a professional photographer and a journalist, I am sure Davy would like some nice pictures of you in your uniforms.” Davy nodded enthusiastically. “Go on Forts. We can get some taken of us together, too.” Forts smiled over. “Okay, if my Davy wants some pictures, I will do it. But I want the final decision of which pictures they use in the paper.” Dima finally spoke as he folded the letter and slid it back across the table to me. “In that case, Forts, we should get our own photographer and give the paper the pictures you want them to have.” “Excellent idea. Mishcon, they can bring a reporter, we will supply the photographs. Can you arrange for a suitable trust worthy photographer?” I nodded as Forts gave Davy a wink. “Okay Mishcon, what’s next?” ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. 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