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****Prologue****

LOCATION: St. Mary's Hospital, Paddington, England, SEPT 15, 1984 11:30 P.M

Sitting in her bed, sweat dropping of her forehead was none another than, her royal highness, Princess Diana of Wales, wife of Prince Charles of Wales and mother of one-…err well now more than one son.

Kissing her temples ever so softly, the now proud father of two, beamed at his exhausted wife. 'Your highness, we'll have to check him now,' said one of the royal matrons, indicating to the new prince Henry Charles Albert David of Wales, who would be later called Harry, whose eyes were now staring up confusingly at his father.

'Of course,' he murmured, handing Harry to the wet nurse. Turning his head back to his wife, his smile seemed strained. Internally he was thinking, ''Another boy…and he's a redhead,' though he there not voice his thoughts.

'You did well darling,' Diana, breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly her brows furrowed, 'Ouch', she kept repeating. She felt another intense pain in her lower abdomen, seeing her distress; Charles called for the royal doctor, Dr. George Pinker, the royal surgeon-gynecologist.

It would be another thirty minutes before he would be told what was wrong with his wife.

Testing her pulse, he stuck his head under, and shook his head.

After checking Diana, he quickly deduced the problem, 'It seems we miss calculated slightly, your highness.'

'What!" inquired Charles.

'Apparently, your wife is still dilated, your son seemed to have hidden his other sibling,' he said calmly.

'Okay, now that you've said that, get this baby out of me,' Diana all but yelled.

Everyone snapped of their stupor. After 20 minutes, the proud parents welcomed their first girl. Princess Hilary Diana Frances Elizabeth of Wales, had striking blue eyes like her mother, small tuffs of black hair from her father, but her face was a mixture of both Diana and Charles' both aristocrat features, Diana's nose, Charles cheek bones, she mostly resembled her mum, but the way Charles gazed down at her, without a doubt, she would be a daddy's girl.

'Love, can you hand me that bag, 'said Diana indicating to her satchel. He quickly nodded moving to hand Diana her bag.

Quickly digging through it, she found what she was looking for, 'I was so anxious that I wouldn't get to pass down this necklace, now I finally get a daughter to do it,' showing Charles, the pure silver chain, with a cross surrounded by mini diamonds and a purple diamond in the center of it all, 'It has been passed down to all the women in my family for generations, 'she smiled.

She wrapped the thin necklace, along her daughter's left hand delicately, kissing her little toes, Charles handed the baby to another Matron.

Diana completely tired from delivering twins, closed her eyes, letting blissful sleep lull her to good dreams all the while thinking about her future, with her children, her two lovely sons and precious daughter.

Charles gazed at her fondly, she gave him to sons and finally he had a daughter to spoil to his content.

But it was not to be, unaware of the unfortunate events taking place, Diana slept on, while Charles called his Mother, Queen Elizabeth II, telling of the good news, he too unaware of evil forces at hand.

Baby Hilary, slept on as she was taken out of the hospital by the so called matron, driven to the airport and then flown 4000 miles over the Atlantic Ocean, to land of the free and the home of the brave, namely the United States of America. But as there were evil out there, faith intervened, as Baby Hilary not even one day old, processed the negative emotions around her.

But being a baby, she did the only thing, a baby would do in the situation, she cried.

The kidnappers, 2 men and one woman, heard the ruckus, 'Shut her up,' one of the men, who might've been the leader shouted.

The woman, barely scowled, caressing the baby gently, the woman hummed an old baby nursery rhyme which quickly put Hilary's cries to a halt.

'I'm so sorry little one,' she caressed Hilary's chubby cheek.

Location: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, SEPT 16 1984, 1:34 A.M

'Why did you bring that woman, I thought we were just supposed to grab the child, then ditch her…we should just get rid of her,' kidnapper 2 yelled.

''How else would we get the baby,' the first kidnappers, a man with a large scar running down the side of his face from his right eye to his jaw.

''If we were to get caught now, even the queen wouldn't have mercy on us, seeing that we took her only granddaughter.' he murmured. 'But don't worry; we'll just take her out after we get the money from Boss, '' he added.

Unaware of their conversation being overheard, the woman, formulated a plan, 'Screw me over, will you, well hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, 'she whispered furiously.

Location: SOMEWHERE NEAR BEVERLY HILLS, SEPT 17TH 1984, 11:20 P.M

After getting away from her so called accomplices, Agatha Crosby, hopped into her jag, and sped, to another location with the princess sitting safely in a reinstalled car seat. Pulling up at her distanced location, she hopped out of the car; laid the princess in front of the orphanage, ST. TERESA'S for Little Angels. Her plan was simple, leave the princess in a safe location from prying eyes.

She would go and stay with her cousins in Scotland, all the while changing her appearance and hiding from the goons. 'You're on your own kid,' she said smiling down at the sleeping Princess.

Exiting the Jag, she unbuckled the car seat and gently took the sleeping princess before walking up the stairs to the orphanage.

Knocking on the big wooden arch doors, she placed the basket next to it, with a letter, simply stating '' please take care of Baby Hilary, she is in immediate danger, here is the safest place for her,'' she moved back just as the door swung open, she hid behind a pillar, she saw the nun peering out of the door, then looked down to the basket. Picking up the baby, Hilary woke up because of the sudden movement; she gurgled at the Nun, Sister Gemma, was astounded at the young baby, but beamed back at her, with an eye smile, looking at the letter her eyes widened, she took both the baby and the basket inside, all the while ,making sure she was cautious.

Location: BUCKINGHAM PALACE, DEC 25TH, 1984, 10:40 P.M

'Any news,' her majesty asked. The Prime Minister shook his head in a negative, it had been months since the missing princesses abduction, no demands had been received, learning about their daughters' kidnapping, had put a struggle on Princess Diana, as she refused to eat her health deteriorating because of her bulimia, her worries caused her husband to have to hospitalize her till she was better, it had taken a toll on him also, as he would never see his baby girl again.

The Royal family mourned in secret, they held a small family gathering for baby Hilary, and a statue was built for her and placed near Windsor castle.

Princess Diana recovered after a while, and started pouring all her attention into raising Harry and William. She got into charity work to focus her mind, the same with Prince Charles.

It would turn into years; Princess Diana would never see her Daughter. She passed away 13 yrs. later because of a car accident in Paris in 1997. She was supposed to be meeting Harry and William the day she died.

Fate had other things in store though…

A/N I hope you all like this re-edit, I am going to complete this story this week in honor of Prince William's son ,Prince James …or is it George,….we'll know soon.

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