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most-datable-datable-bracket · 6 months

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ROUND 1 MATCH 51

Yuuma propaganda:

“he can be yuor everything <3

im not even kidding like he has taken on so many different roles he can be your dream man (horse?) whatever your type is

he has

-won a race for you

-gone skiing with you

-gone to the beach with you (he can surf)

-offered you his scarf when it was cold

-rescued you from trouble (multiple occasions)

-fought his rival for you (another horse with a handsome human face)

-fed you asparagus (homemade)

-gotten a job in construction

-become a rockstar (dedicated a song to you and let you live your wattpad fanfic life)

all this i listed off the top of my head. theres probably more he has done but i just cant remember

hes very talented and treats you right ✓ experience rapturous love today”

Maxwell propaganda:

“First of all he’s a silly goofy guy AND he’s extremely loyal and will always have your back. Within hours of meeting you, he decides his family will sponsor you in the competition to become the crown prince’s bride. He falls in love with you along the way, never expecting you’d choose him, the younger brother of a bankrupted duke, over the prince himself. Maxwell supports you through scandals and assassination attempts, eventually facing down his own father Barthelemy to protect you and your child from the former duke’s scheming. All this on top of the years he spent providing for his brother’s ex and her secret son, keeping them both safe and out of harm’s way simply because he cared. He’s always thinking of his friends, making them laugh and eagerly joining their crazy plans without ever expecting anything in return. His smile hides a sensitive side, a man who lost his mother at a young age and overcame body-image issues, yet still holds insecurities about his value to others. Maxwell is a sweetheart who always tries to do the right thing, and I still think about him years after playing The Royal Romance series.

Okay so it's a mobile gacha game, let's get that out of the way. BUT LISTEN.

The premise of the story is that the MC is a regular waitress in New York, when a foreign prince and his friends come to her table as a way to have a bachelor party for the prince who will soon have to choose a woman to marry in a The Bachelor -type of contest. MC and the prince hit it off pretty well and one of his friends, Maxwell, decides to throw in his lot with the MC, since the house the future queen is from gets a lot of perks and his family is Broke. MC goes along bc her job sucks ass and she figures why not.

BUT THEN! As the competition progresses, the MC spends a lot of time with the prince and other nobles, yes, but also with Maxwell. And Maxwell is a clown-type comic relief character for most of the time, but also genuinely sweet and considerate, and very much on the same wavelength with the equal goofball MC. What for me personally changed the game was when MC and Maxwell dance at a ball together, and the MC can say that there's no one they'd rather dance with than Maxwell. I myself chose that in a completely platonic bestie way. But he gets a bit panicky and says to be careful not to let anyone hear things like that when MC is in the running for the hand of the prince so that no one gets any wrong ideas! And I went "....ideas? 👀"

“Unlike other romancable characters, Maxwell isn't romancable until book 2 (the previous scene is in book 1, each book ~20 chapters), and unlike other romance options, you really have to have your eyes set on him in order to unlock his route, and ohhh it's so worth it! The set-up of falling for the person who brought you there to marry someone else, to choose the jester when you were meant to have the king.... exquisite.

The dynamic between MC and Maxwell is so fun and full of genuine affection, and while other characters can dismiss Maxwell as an unserious clown, MC is very much characterised by the dialogue as Getting him and loving to express joy in life the same way he does. When MC and Maxwell can finally marry, it feels like they're really choosing their best friend to spend their lives with and are so excited about it.

I know this wrestles in a league multiple times smaller than many of the other combatants, but the Maxwell romance in genuinely one of my favourites in any video game. Give him a chance!”

#Yuuma #My Horse Prince #Maxwell Beaumont #Playchoices #The Royal Romance #choices the royal romance #Round 1 #MDDC 2

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tessa-liam · 3 months

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Marabelle Series

The Game of Kings

Chapter 10

Choices – The Royal Romance, AU – (cross-over with Rules of Engagement)

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?

Marabelle Series Masterlist

Main Pairing – Prince Liam Rys x F!OC Lady Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F! OC Melanie Smithson

Most characters belong to Pixelberry Studios

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo.

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors.

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff/cross-over with Choices Rules of Engagement

Words: 2483

The Game of Kings – Chapter 10

Chapter Summary – Liam and Sophie practice for the charity polo match. Leo is on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean where he meets a woman. Speaking with his father, Leo abdicates the throne. Liam sends Sophie a Valentine’s Day gift.

Music Inspiration: Everything Has Changed, Taylor Swift (feat Ed Sheeren)

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #72, prompt 2 - “I wasn’t the one to walk away. You were....”

A/N4: My submission for Choices Holidays Valentine’s Day Prompts 2024 - Be my valentine/I love you @choicesprompts, @choicesholidays

.......All I know since yesterday

Is that everything changed.......

The Cordonian Royal Polo Club

After adjusting the strap on Marabelle's harness, Sophie accepted the polo mallet from an attendant. She was in her element today; any time spent riding her horse was a joy but spending time with Liam, on top of that ...this was a dream come true.

When Liam invited her to join his polo team, she was over the moon. To be personally invited to join him was extremely flattering. Her heartbeat raced and butterflies danced inside anytime and every time she thought of him.

‘Remembering that beautiful Sunday afternoon while working on a paper for class on the terrace of the Beaumont estate, Sophie looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Liam and Maxwell come into view.

“Good afternoon, Sophie.” Liam smiled warmly as he walked up to her table. “Hard at work as always, I see.”

“Oh, hello, Liam. Maxwell.” Sophie stood, moving her laptop to the side.

Liam bent down to kiss her cheek and waited for her to sit back down before he took a seat himself at the glass patio table.

“Yes, just trying to get this paper finished before the deadline.”

Maxwell, grinning mischievously, “Ah, the diligent scholar. Little blossom, take a break for a moment. Liam has something he would like to ask you.”

“Oh?” Sophie smiled, curiously looking at Liam.

Clearing his throat, a hint of nervousness in his demeanor, “well, I know your love and passion for horses. And as you know, there is a fundraising event planned for flooding relief in Portavira on Valentine’s Day.

Sophie nods sadly, “Yes, I have heard of that tragedy; It is heartbreaking.”

Taking a breath, Liam continued. “Indeed...I was wondering if you would consider joining my polo team. Your skills would be invaluable, and I can assure you, we would make quite the formidable duo on the field.”

Clearly taken aback, but flattered, “Oh, Liam, I ... I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes, Soph! It’ll be a fantastic experience, and I can personally vouch for Liam’s team being a lot of fun. ‘Ya know, cuz I am on it.” Maxwell chuckled.

Sophie smiled, touched by their enthusiasm, “well, how can I refuse such a charming invitation? I'd be honored to join your team, Liam.”

Liam, grinning widely, “wonderful! I knew I could count on you, Sophie. This event is going to be legendary, mark my words. Thank you, love.”’

Practicing today for the Portavira Charity Polo match, Sophie, along with Liam, Drake, Melanie and Maxwell were in the field taking turns with knock-ins.

She looked over to the sideline and spotted Liam watching her intently. He gave her a small wave and she waved back with a smile.

"Let's go, girl," Sophie urged her horse.

Marabelle broke into a gallop, Sophie leaning forward and keeping pace.

Liam watched as Sophie rode toward the goal, her posture perfect, her movements smooth and confident.

Sophie raised her mallet and struck the ball, sending it sailing through the air.

"Nice shot," Liam called out.

“Yes!” Sophie cried out as she turned back down the field to where Liam was standing.

"You're a natural out there!"

"Thanks," Sophie replied, blushing. Liam offered his hand as she dismounted Marabelle. "I love riding.”

"So, are you looking forward to the match tomorrow?"

"I am," Sophie said. "I'm a little nervous, too. It's my first time playing in front of a crowd."

"You'll be great," Liam assured her. "And we'll be a great team."

“Will the entire team meet today?”

“Yes, you will meet Rashad and Tariq this afternoon.”

“Are we interrupting?” Drake asked hesitantly as he and Melanie walked over.

"Hey guys ... of course not," Liam answered.

"How's practice going?" Melanie asked.

"Great," Liam and Sophie replied in unison, both grinning, sharing coy smiles.

"Looks like you've got a winning team, Liam." Melanie grinned, noticing Sophie move closer to his side.

"Thanks," Liam replied, a wide grin on his face.

“I think so, too,” Liam winked at Sophie, who smiled softly in return.

“We only have 7 players though. Leo flew out of Cordonia last night.” Drake shot Liam a concerned look, making a mental note of asking Liam about his brother’s absence after practice.

"We're gonna have so much fun," Drake grinned.

"You're playing, too?" Sophie asked, surprised.

"Of course. You didn't think Liam would let me miss the opportunity to beat him, did you?"

"We'll see about that," Liam smirked.

"Oh, it's on," Drake replied, a competitive glint in his eyes.

"Don't worry, we'll kick their asses," Melanie said to Sophie.

"Yes, we will," Sophie agreed, laughing.

As Drake and Melanie left to finish their rounds, Liam and Sophie continued practicing. Their easy banter and playfulness made it clear to anyone watching that there was a definite attraction between them.

... And the way Liam looked at her when their eyes met, his gaze filled with admiration and affection...it made Sophie's heart race.

She could only imagine how good it would feel to be in his arms again, his lips on hers.

The thought made her blush, and she tried to push it aside, focusing on the game. But the feeling remained, simmering beneath the surface as they walked their horses to the stable.

"You're incredible," Liam murmured as they left the field.

"Thank you," Sophie replied, grinning. "You weren't so bad yourself."

"High praise coming from you," he teased.

"I mean it," Sophie said, her tone serious. Liam reached over and took her hand in his as the stable hands led the horses to their stalls.

With a gentle smile, “high praise indeed, Sophie. And I assure you, I mean it. Your talent with Marabelle is unmatched.”

Their hands remained clasped as they walked to the clubhouse.

Azamara Cruise Ship, off the Italian coast, Mediterranean Sea

As the luxury ship cruised through the Mediterranean Sea, the sun was setting in a vibrant display of reds and oranges.

Leo stood on the deck, admiring the view, lost in thought.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

He turned to see a young woman standing beside him, her blond hair blowing in the breeze.

"It is," he agreed, turning his attention back to the sunset.

"I'm Katie, by the way."

"Leo."

"Nice to meet you," Katie said, offering her hand.

"Likewise," Leo replied, shaking her hand.

"So, Leo, what brings you out here? On a pleasure cruise?"

"Just needed to get away for a bit."

"Yeah, me too," Katie replied.

"It's been a tough week," Leo confided.

"Really, how so?" Katie asked.

"I had to make a decision that changed the course of my life."

"That's heavy," Katie replied. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," Leo admitted. "I'd rather just try to forget about it for a while."

"Fair enough," Katie replied. "So, tell me, Leo, what do you do for fun?"

Leo laughed. "Honestly? Not much."

"Seriously?" Katie challenged.

"Yeah. I have a pretty serious job, and I'm usually focused on that.”

"Well, that's no good," Katie replied. "You need to have some fun, too.”

"What do you do for fun, Katie?"

"Everything!" she exclaimed. "I love exploring new places, trying new things, meeting new people."

"Sounds exciting.” Leo chuckled, turning his body towards her.

"It is," she went on. "And it's made me a lot more open-minded and adventurous.”

"Adventurous, huh?" Leo asked, intrigued by her temerity.

"Yeah," Katie said, grinning.

"Well, I could use a little adventure in my life."

"Then come with me," she said, holding out her hand.

Leo hesitated for a moment, then took her hand.

Katie led him down to the pool area, where several people were lounging and enjoying the warm evening air.

"Come on," she said, tugging him along.

"Where are we going?"

"To the hot tub," she replied.

Leo followed her to the hot tub and watched as she slipped out of her cover-up, revealing a white bikini underneath.

She stepped into the hot tub and turned to look at him.

"Well, are you coming?" Her eyebrow raised.

Leo could not resist her invitation. He quickly removed his clothes down to his boxers and joined her in the hot tub.

"Ahhh, this is nice," he sighed, sinking into the warm water.

"Isn't it?" Katie agreed, her body glistening in the soft light.

"So, what do you do for fun, Leo?"

"I'm a crown prince," Leo said. "So, my life is pretty much dedicated to duty."

"That doesn't sound very fun," Katie said, frowning.

"It's not," Leo admitted, noting her non-chalance of his mention of his title.

"Well, I'm sure we can find something fun for you to do," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I'm sure we can," he agreed, his heart beginning to race.

"How long are you on the cruise for?" Katie asked.

"The rest of the week," Leo replied.

"Perfect," Katie said. "We have plenty of time to get into some trouble."

"Trouble, huh?"

"Don't worry," she said, laughing. "I won't get you in too much trouble.

"I'm counting on it," Leo replied, his gaze locked on hers.

"You are a flirt, Leo."

"I can't help it," he said, his voice low. This woman was everything that Madeleine wasn't.

"You're very flirtable."

Katie laughed. "I'm sure that's not a word, but I'll take the compliment."

"Good," he said, smiling.

"So, what's your story, Katie?"

"My story?"

"Yeah. What brings you out here? On a pleasure cruise?"

"Same thing as you," Katie replied.

"An escape..."

Beaumont Estate, Ramsford, Cordonia

Sophie woke to the sound of knocking on her door. Groggily, she pulled herself out of bed and stumbled across the room. She opened the door to see Daniel standing there, a huge grin on his face and a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in his hands.

"Good morning, Squirrel," he chirped.

"Morning, Dan. What are you doing here so early?"

"I wanted to bring these to you before you left for the polo match."

"Wow, they're beautiful," Sophie said, accepting the bouquet. "Thank you."

"They're not from me, silly. They're from your prince..."

"Oh," Sophie blushed.

"Here's the note," Daniel said, handing her a small envelope.

"Be my Valentine," Sophie read, her heart racing.

"Aww, that's so sweet," Daniel smiled. "He's really smitten with you."

"I guess so," Sophie replied, still a bit stunned.

"So, are you excited about the game today?"

"Yeah, I am," Sophie said. "I just hope I don't mess up."

"You'll be fine," Daniel assured her. "I have complete faith in you."

"Thanks, Dan," Sophie said, giving him a hug.

"You're welcome, Squirrel."

Sophie spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the polo match, her heart fluttering every time she lookrd at her roses. She couldn't believe he had sent her such a romantic gift, and she was eager to see him... to thank him personally.

Cordonian Royal Palace

The morning of the charity polo match, King Constantine was getting dressed when his attendant informed him of an incoming international call.

“Sir, your son, Leo, is on line one."

Constantine was surprised and concerned, and at once picked up the phone.

"Son, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"Father, I had to get away. I had to think."

"What's there to think about, Leo? Your duty is clear. Your kingdom needs you."

"But I don't want this," Leo said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never wanted this."

"Son, I know it's not easy, but we all have to do things we don't want to. It's part of being royalty."

"... that's the burden we bear."

"I can't do it," Leo said. "I won't."

"You must," Constantine said, his tone firm.

"No, I won't. I would rather give up my title than marry Madeleine."

"I'm sorry, son, but you don't have a choice."

"Then I'll abdicate," Leo said, his voice shaking.

"Leo, where are you now? Are you somewhere safe?"

"I'm on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean."

"You are, what?! You are the Crown Prince. You need to return home right away."

"I won't," Leo replied somberly.

"Leo, listen to me. Your place is here, in Cordonia. You just can’t walk away."

“I have. Liam will be a better King," Leo insisted.

"Leo! You ...."

“Father," Leo interrupted.

"When have you ever put me or Liam first?”

“I wasn’t the one to walk away. You were....”, Constantine admonished.

Leo remained quiet, steadfast in his decision.

"Leo, please," Constantine replied, his voice pleading.

"Goodbye, Father," Leo said, and then he hung up the phone.

Constantine stood there, stunned.

.......All I know since yesterday

Is that everything changed.......

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lorirwritesfanfic · 3 months

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Top 10 Choices Villains

1. Azura: pure evil in the form of woman. I will forever hate her for what she did to Leon;

2. Astrid + Vincent Wescott: creating a secret society, sacrificing tons of people and traumatizing their own daughter for power (that made them stop aging). Rich people be crazy... 😳

3. Jason Shaw: sneaky bastard pretending to be nice, corrupt cop, threatened a teenager, killed people. You're on top 3, jerk!

4. Rheya Apostholus: her ability to control almost all vampires still gives me the creeps. But I can't deny her backstory is compelling;

5. Marc Antony: because making people fight 'til death in the Coloseum was just a normal Tuesday for him (and I bet he did worse in real life), this asshole deserves to be on top 5;

6. Barthelemy Beaumont senior: this mf'er killed Liam's mother, took away the heir, usurped the throne, traumatized his own sons and for that I hope he burns in hell;

7. Silas Prescott: destroying an entire city + traumatizing his own son for power. Rich people be crazy - part two;

8. Trystan Richards: disgusting bastard thirsty for power that nearly assaulted MC and almost killed the chosen LI. I loathe him;

9. Guy Ledford: self-centered jerk who used his own daughter to sell coupons for his stupid app and wanted custody of a child when he spent years without paying child support;

10. Vanessa Blackwood: no, you don't deserve forgiveness after what you did, you rich snob!

Honorable mention: Countess Henrietta and Madeleine Amaranth (she's more an antagonist than a villain, but I like to hate her 😂)

Tagging @choicesfandomappreciation

#playchoices #choicesfanworksday

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harleybeaumont · 1 year

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Never Have I Ever

Chapter 11 - Demons From the Past - Part 2

Book- TRR

Series- Never Have I Ever

Pairings- Bertrand x MC

Chapter Synopsis- Bertrand relives his past through nightmares.

Chapter Warnings- language, physical and emotional abuse, child abuse, violence, death

Rating - Mature

Word Count- 3,000

A/N- This chapter is pretty heavy as we get a glimpse into Bertrand and Maxwell's past family trauma. Please see warnings above.

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..He turned on the TV in an attempt to drown out his intrusive thoughts regarding a certain woman who was sleeping a mere two doors away, and eventually drifted off into a restless sleep…

Chapter 11 - Demons From the Past - Part 2

Bertrand cowered on the floor of his playroom, looking up into the disdainful eyes of his father. The crystal squid statue in the foyer was in hundreds of pieces, and his father would ensure he’d never see the light of day again. The older man shook his head at his son, “What did I tell you boys about playing your infantile games in the house?! You’re nine years old now, Bertrand! Grow up!”

Bertrand apologized but his father yelled over him. “Enough! Where is Maxwell? I know he had a hand in this as well!” Bertrand didn’t dare to reveal his younger brother’s hiding place. As soon as Max had accidentally knocked down the statue, Bertrand sent him into the greenhouse to hide.

“He didn’t have anything to do with this.. it was all me. I’m sorry father, it was an accident.”

Barthelemy grabbed Bertrand’s arm and jerked him up roughly. “You are going to learn, son. All accidents come with a price.”

Bertrand was transported three years into the future, to the night after his mother died. With his arms wrapped around a sobbing Maxwell, he tried to keep a stiff upper lip. He needed to be strong despite the gaping hole in his heart. He had to be there for his brother, because now they had no one else.

Berthelemy staggered into the boy's bedroom, holding a nearly empty tumbler of scotch. “Quit your blubbering, it won’t bring her back,” he slurred as he glared at Maxwell.

Bertrand immediately stood and walked past his father and out of the bedroom. There was only one way to stop Barthelemy when he started his drunken rants.

“You need to suck it up, Maxwell.. You’re a Beaumont for God's sake! I swear, I don’t know how I ended up with the world's biggest pussies for sons. Although I suppose your mother is to blame for that. It's a good thing she's-”

Crash!

Barthelemy whirled around and saw a shattered bottle of scotch at his feet, amber liquid and glass covering the surrounding tile. Bertrand’s heart hammered in his chest as his father’s ire turned to him. Rage filled the older man’s eyes and Bertrand ran, knowing he would be close behind.

“You son of a bitch, get back here!” Barthelemy yelled, running as fast as he could in his inebriated state. Once Bertrand had gotten far enough away from Maxwell’s bedroom, he stopped and faced his father. There was no use running, and there was nowhere he could hide. Barthelemy cocked his fist and all Bertrand could do was close his eyes tightly, thankful that it was him instead of Maxwell.

Four years later, sixteen year old Bertrand sat behind the wheel of his father’s Aston Martin, massaging his sore neck. The driver behind him swore she had put on her brakes, but the enormous dent in his bumper suggested otherwise. Bertrand only hoped that his father would be more forgiving if he found out about the accident in front of the police. Barthelemy pulled up to the scene in his black Rolls-Royce ten minutes later. “Oh, my son.. Are you alright?” he asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

“Yes, sir.” Bertrand nodded and Barthelemy spoke politely to the police officers before returning to his son’s side.

“Get your ass in the car,” he muttered under his breath and Bertrand obeyed immediately. Once the scene had been cleared and his father’s wrecked car was towed away, Barthelemy slid into the driver's seat. “I let you take my car, and you decided to go joyriding.”

Bertrand shook his head, “No sir, I just wanted to get some extra practice! The driver behind me ran into me, it wasn’t my fault!”

Berthelemy slammed his palm against the dash and Bertrand jumped, “A real man takes responsibility for his actions!”

Bertrand looked down, not daring to say another word. The engine roared to life and Barthelemy took off like a shot. “Were you racing some other punk when you crashed my two hundred and fifty thousand pound car?”

“No sir! I wouldn’t-”

His father cut him off with a forced laugh, “You think you’re an adult, is that it? You can do whatever you want? Well, go ahead and take the wheel, son.”

“What?!”

Bertrand watched in horror as his father let go of the steering wheel while the car continued down the road at an alarming speed. “Go on then.. Take the wheel, Bertrand. Show me how it’s done.”

Bertrand looked between his father and the road as the car began to drift toward the shoulder. “What are you doing?! I swear I didn’t mean to wreck the car!”

Barthelemy casually put his arms behind his head and pushed the gas pedal down harder. “Come on, Bertrand. I said, show me how it’s done.”

The car shook as it drifted onto the shoulder, gravel spraying wildly behind it. They were running out of straight road, and fast. Bertrand’s heart was hammering in his chest. Was his father really about to let them crash and die to teach him a lesson? A turn was fast approaching and Bertrand grabbed the steering wheel, preparing to save their lives.

Barthelemy slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop, fishtailing slightly as it did so. “You arrogant motherfucker!” Barthelemy yelled at his teenage son. “Thought you’d just take over my car, didn't you?!” He threw the car in park and rushed around to the passenger door, yanking it open and pulling Bertrand out. He tossed his son to the ground and landed a sharp kick against his ribs. “You can walk home since you're such a big man now!”

Bertrand coughed and held his aching side, calling out after his father who was making his way back to the driver side. “Please.. It’s almost dark out. I don’t even know where we are!”

Once Barthelemy was back inside, he locked the car doors and cracked the window slightly. “Guess we’ll see how long it takes you to figure it out.”

Bertrand lunged for the passenger door, but as soon as his fingers grasped the handle, his father sped away, leaving his son laying on the ground in a cloud of dust.

The image melted away, revealing one of Bertrand’s worst memories ever.. years later at his college graduation. His father and Maxwell sat three rows back, smiling at him while he received his diploma on stage and gave a speech. He had graduated at the top of his class and been named valedictorian. Initially Bertrand wasn't even sure if he would be able to attend college, since there was no way he could leave Maxwell alone with his father while he wasn’t there to protect him. Thankfully it hadn't been too difficult to convince Barthelemy to send Maxwell away to year round boarding school. And Bertrand’s college graduation coincided with Maxwell’s high school graduation, so everything worked out. After the ceremony, Bertrand went searching for his brother, who had slipped away with a friend.

A minute later, he noticed Maxwell’s friend running full steam out of a hallway. Bertrand headed in that direction and heard the unmistakable sound of his father ranting.

“Smoking pot at your brother’s graduation?! Are you fucking insane?! Do you know how many important people are here?!” Barthelemy berated Maxwell from a room at the end of the hall. “God, it’s no wonder your grades were so piss poor! You know you wouldn’t even have made it through high school if I hadn’t paid them off!”

Bertrand hurried toward the scene before his father could do any more harm to his younger brother.

He was too late. Bertrand heard the telltale smack of his father’s hand connecting with Maxwell’s cheek.

“Dad, I’m sorry! It was just one time!” Max cried, before another slap rang out.

“Don’t lie to me, boy!” Another slap.

Bertrand broke out in a run and found them in a janitor's supply closet. His father was dragging Maxwell toward the door by his shirt collar.

“Father, please,” Bertrand tried to reason with him. “He made a mistake. He’s just a kid!”

“This is none of your business, Bertrand. Get the hell out of here!” Barthelemy shoved Bertrand backwards and he landed on the linoleum floor in the hallway. Barthelemy slammed the supply room door shut with himself and Maxwell inside, locking it with a click.

Bertrand banged on the heavy wooden door, pleading with his father to stop the assault. He threw his shoulder into it several times in an attempt to break it down to no avail.

“You are going to learn not to disgrace our name again!” His father yelled at Maxwell, and a loud crash immediately followed.

“Stop!” Bertrand cried out, watching through the narrow window with tear filled eyes. “Stop, god dammit!” The door wouldn’t budge no matter how many times he threw his body into it. He pounded on the door in frustration, helpless tears streaming down his cheeks. “I'm sorry, Maxwell.. I’m so sorry.”

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect him.

The image before him swirled and transformed and suddenly, instead of Maxwell cowering on the floor, it was Riley. His father struck her across the cheek and she screamed.

“No!” Bertrand called out, his heart pounding as he threw his entire body into the wooden door, desperately trying to get to her. Yet his father continued, no matter how much he screamed and begged him to stop. With no other options, Bertrand decided to run for help, but found his feet were suddenly impossibly heavy, and his legs frozen in place. There was nothing he could do.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect her.

He swiped away his tears and suddenly it wasn’t his father in the room with Riley- it was Tariq. Bertrand watched in horror as Tariq pulled Riley to him, kissing her forcefully while she squirmed, trying to get away. Bertrand yelled and pounded on the door until his knuckles bled. “Let go of her!”

Tariq turned back toward Bertrand with a smirk before returning his attention to Riley’s now naked body.

“I'm so sorry Riley!” Bertrand yelled through his sobs, watching her struggle. She needed help. She needed him.

And he couldn’t protect her.

Bertrand gasped as he was thrust back into wakefulness. He was drenched in sweat, his heart was pounding, his chest hurt, his stomach was in knots, and tears dampened his cheeks.. Yet his body was surrounded by the most amazing warmth and feeling of security. Once he got his barings, he realized that he was in Riley’s room, laying in her bed with his head in her lap. She was rubbing her hand across his back soothingly, whispering something comforting that he couldn’t make out.

He sat up quickly and saw Maxwell was asleep in a chair across from the bed. The faint orange glow of sunrise shone through a crack in the curtain, slightly illuminating the dark room. Panic began to set in when he realized what must have happened. “How did I get in here?” he asked hesitantly.

“Hey, hey..” Riley whispered, taking hold of his arm and pulling him back down beside her on the bed. “It’s ok, Bert, don’t worry about it.” She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him close to her body again. “I’ve got you. You’re ok.”

Despite the embarrassment at what Riley had possibly witnessed, he was so relieved that she was safe. The fresh memory of his horrible nightmares came rushing back to him and he returned her embrace, letting himself be held and comforted.

She whispered, “I’ve got you.” The feeling of her fingernails gliding across his back and the steady sound of her heartbeat as he lay his head against her chest, instantly set him at peace. She kissed the top of his head, and used the sleeve of her hoodie to dry his face.

“Riley?” He asked, breathing in her comforting scent while she continued to caress his back soothingly.

“Yes?” Her hand stilled briefly and she leaned forward to look down at him.

“Did.. Did Maxwell tell you about.. this?”

She sighed and hugged him tightly against her body. “Ya.. a little.”

Three hours prior..

An insistent knocking at her bedroom door woke Riley with a start. 3:00 am. Throwing open the door in panic, she found Bertrand standing in the darkened hallway outside of her bedroom, swaying slightly. “Bertrand!? Are you ok?”

He just stood there trembling with his arms wrapped around himself.

“Bert?”

Suddenly he choked out a sob and reached out to hold her tightly. “Oh!” Riley gasped in surprise.

His body shook as he sobbed against her. “I’m so sorry, Riley.. I’m so sorry,” he mumbled over and over, and although she was baffled, she immediately returned his embrace.

Riley was speechless as she helped him make his way over to her bed. She turned on a lamp and his eyes fluttered shut but when he opened them again, it was as if he was looking straight through her. Realization washed over her and she helped him sit beside her.

“Oh, Bert.”

He rested his head against her shoulder and she wrapped one arm around him, using her other hand to dial Max.

“Damn it.” Max frowned as he entered her room, taking in the sight before him. “I should have known this would happen.”

“He’s sleepwalking, right?” Riley whispered, her arm still protectively wrapped around Bertrand.

“Ya.”

“I’ve never seen him do this in all the months I’ve been here.. Why did you say you should have known it would happen?”

Maxwell sighed sadly, “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Tell me.. please?” Riley asked.

Bertrand had settled into what appeared to be a restful sleep, and Max helped him lay down on Riley’s bed. He put a comforting hand on his older brother's shoulder while he spoke quietly. “So.. growing up, our dad was always a real dick. Like a really, really shitty person. Bertrand spent his life trying to protect me from him.. Which means he got the brunt of dads wrath most of the time.”

“Oh God.” Riley’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth, “Did he.. I mean.. hit you both?”

“Emotional and physical abuse were his forte but he was also a textbook narcissist. He never shied away from telling and showing us how disappointed he was in us. Seems fucked up to say, but I’m thankful dad’s in a coma. The only thing better would have been if he actually died. Me and Bert have seen some of the best therapists around and it’s helped a lot, but.. he fucked Bertrand up really bad. It’s taken him years to stop having nightmares every night. Now it just happens when he gets really stressed out, which is almost always right before the court comes for the Bash.”

Riley’s heart ached for both of them, but especially for the grown man who always prided himself on being the stoic leader of House Beaumont, whose body was once again starting to shake from quiet sobs.

“I don’t know what to say.. I’m so sorry.”

She placed her hand over Maxwell’s, which was still resting on Bertrand’s back. “Thanks,” Max replied with a sad smile.

“Does he remember this when he wakes up in the morning?”

“He does, mostly.” Maxwell nodded. “Although he never wants to talk about it. He usually sleepwalks to my room in tears, and apologizes over and over because he feels like he didn’t protect me enough. It’s also the only time he ever says he loves me. I blame dad for that too.” Max rolled his eyes, “Affection is a sign of weakness according to dear old dad.” He shook his head sadly, “So anyway, when this happens I just put Bertrand in the bed with me and hug him so he knows he’s ok and I’m ok, and he's not alone.”

Riley’s eyes welled up with tears, and she tried to discreetly wipe them away. “Max.. why do you think he came to my room tonight instead of yours?”

“Why do you think?” Max patted her hand sadly, and Riley swallowed down the lump in her throat as more tears fell from her eyes. "You can go sleep in my room tonight, Ri. I’ll take care of him.”

“No,” she swallowed hard while she looked at Bertrand curled up in her bed. “I want to stay with him.”

“Are you sure?”

Riley nodded, “Absolutely.”

“Ok,” Max dropped into a chair across the room, “but I’ll stay too, in case he gets really upset again.”

Riley lay on the pillows next to Bertrand and wrapped her arms around him. “I’ve got you, baby,” she whispered and rubbed his back soothingly until his breathing became rhythmic and calm. After about thirty minutes Maxwell drifted off to sleep but Riley remained awake, occasionally murmuring words of comfort.

Present..

Bertrand cringed in humiliation, knowing that Riley had to witness him in such a pathetic state. It was bad enough when he woke up in Maxwell's room after he had these nightmares, curled up against him like a helpless child. Riley would probably never talk to him again after this.

“I am so sorry. I’ve inconvenienced you terribly,” Bertrand apologized, and sat up. “I.. I need to go.”

“Wait,” She took his arm to keep him from leaving. “You didn’t inconvenience me. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” That was the last thing he wanted to do. What he really wanted to do was fall into a hole forever.

“Are you sure? Talking can help sometimes, and I’m worried about you.”

“No, I’m fine,” his reply was more harsh than he intended. “Sorry, but I’d really rather just forget this ever happened.”

“You know you don’t always have to shoulder everything alone.”

Bertrand closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes. I do.”

#never have i ever #bertrand beaumont #bertrand x mc #bertrand x riley #bertley #maxwell beaumont #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #trr fanfic #trr #cfwc fics of the week

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The youth of today are making us envious. So many adorable couples are going public. Some have been secretly courting for years. We were just the unlucky ones to just find out.

The Beaumont cousins - Hartley and Bartie - stepped out with their partners this past weekend. Royal twins, who? It would seem their associates are the true ones to look at when it comes to coupling up.

The not-so-little Barthelemy was seen with his long-term girlfriend -that's three years for those clueless - Miss Kiana Pence. No, she's not related to those Pence. Kiana's father is a postal worker, and her mother is a kindergarten teacher. Very wholesome.

Hartley, on the other hand, has aimed a bit higher. Her one-year relationship is with Ajax Blackwood. If that name sounds familiar, you must know Ajax's mother, Vanessa Blackwood. She's a ruthless attorney, infamous for making her fellow counsellors cry in the courtroom.

But the Beaumont cousins aren't the only ones stealing the royal couple spotlight. Lady Zenobia Walkeris rumoured to have moved into the next stage with her two-year bea, Kiyoshi Ito, who competed in the Winter Olympics. The pair have introduced each other to the parents. We know, two years seems like a long time for that. They do live in different countries, and they're teenagers. There's no rush.

What are your thoughts? Are you swooning over these adorable couples like we are? Leave your comments below and stick around with Gossip Queen for more Pop Culture news.

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A pause in my outfit august art challenge because I forgot that The Royal Heir was coming back and seeing book 3 reminded me that I never actually finished book 2 so I went back and read the final chapter

and...BITCH

Siobhan and her gun had to make a return because hoes 👏🏽 don’t 👏🏽 learn 👏🏽

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ellezelindraws · 4 years

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I'm ready to stab a snake

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choices-binglebonkus · 29 days

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To whichever writer wrote Violet and Aunt Mallory’s characters and interactions in RoE…are you okay??? The toxic dynamic between these two and the isolation and emotional suffering on poor Violet’s end feels just a little too real to me. Like it’s well-written but holy shit, it feels like it’s been written from personal experience on such a transcendental level.

#don’t get me wrong #I thought they were easily the best written characters in the series #I HATE Mallory with a burning passion almost on the level of Barthelemy Beaumont #and I feel so fucking bad for Violet #so yes kudos to whoever wrote them #but also jesus are you okay???#choices rules of engagement #choices roe #rules of engagement #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #playchoices fandom #choices stories you play fandom #choices stories we play fandom

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#choices #pb #pixelberry #pixelberry choices #playchoices #choices you play #trh #TRR #the Royal heir #the Royal heir 3 #barthelemy beaumont #kenna rys #TCATF #the crown and the flame

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Marabelle Series

Choices – The Royal Romance, AU

Marabelle Series Masterlist

Main Pairing – Prince Liam Rys x F!OC Lady Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson

Most characters belong to Pixelberry Studios

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo.

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors.

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff

Words: 2389

The Awakening, Chapter 9

Chapter Summary – The Duke of Ramsford, Barthelemy Beaumont returns to House Beaumont. Liam prepares for the polo match charity fundraiser in support of disaster relief in Portavira. Sophie attends classes at the University of Cordonia. King Constantine reveals his illness.

Music Inspiration: The Crown Prince, Waylon Jennings

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #68, prompt 1 - “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Personal Care Home, Vallenheim

Standing in the waiting room, staring out of the window at the parking lot outside of the personal care home, the gray-haired man appeared aloof and unapproachable to anyone passing by. That was, until he spotted his wife and eldest son step out of the town car. The corners of his mouth upturned as he saw his auburn-haired wife gracefully step onto the curb and walk toward the building. His son, Bertrand, followed behind her, his back straight, his expression stoic.

As the two approached the door, the man straightened his posture and smoothed his salt and pepper hair. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the reunion he had been anxiously expecting after the years apart.

The door swung open, and his wife entered, her dark eyes lighting up as they landed on him. "Barthelemy," she breathed, a smile spreading across her face.

"Bethany," he replied, stepping toward her and taking her hands in his. "It is so good to see you."

"And you," she said, squeezing his hands in return.

Their moment was interrupted by their son, who cleared his throat. "Father," he said, inclining his head respectfully.

"Bertrand," the man replied. "I trust you've been taking proper care of your mother."

"Of course," Bertrand replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise."

Bethany chuckled. "He's done a fine job, Barthelemy, along with Maxwell," she assured him. "I couldn't have asked for better sons."

Barthelemy nodded, satisfied. "Good."

He then turned his attention to the doctor, who had been watching the exchange silently. "Is everything in order, Doctor? I'd like to get home to Cordonia as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Grace," the doctor replied, handing him a thick folder. "Here are all the instructions and prescriptions you'll need. The nurse will be along shortly with the medication you need to take during your trip home. Just be sure to follow the dosage schedule carefully."

"Of course," Barthelemy replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. He loathed being told what to do, even by medical professionals. Unbeknownst to Bethany and Bertrand, he was playing, along with the doctor and nurse, the role of a lifetime: The miraculously awakened coma patient.

The doctor smiled apologetically. "Forgive me, Your Grace. I just want to make sure you have all the information you need."

"I understand, Doctor. And I appreciate your thoroughness."

The nurse entered the room with a wheelchair, which Barthelemy at once objected to.

"Surely, that's not necessary," he protested.

"It's just protocol, Your Grace," the nurse explained. "It's clinic policy.”

"Very well," Barthelemy sighed, reluctantly settling into the chair.

Bethany and Bertrand flanked him, each taking the handle of the wheelchair.

"Are you ready, Father?" Bertrand asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Barthelemy replied.

The Cordonian Royal Polo Club

"Hey, Liam, I thought I'd find you out here," Drake called out as he approached the stable, his boots crunching on the gravel.

"Oh, hey Drake," Liam answered. "I didn't think you were coming until later."

"Yeah, well, I finished my rounds early, and I thought I'd come by and see how you're doing. How was the New Year's Ball?"

"It was excellent," Liam smiled, his mind flashing back to his romantic interlude with Lady Sophie. "We had a lot of fun."

"I'll bet you did," Drake smirked, knowing that his 'smitten' best friend personally asked Sophie to attend.

"It's not like that," Liam protested, though his ears turned slightly pink.

"Mmm hmm.”

"It's not ..." Liam started.

"Whatever you say, Liam." Drake chuckled, shaking his head knowingly.

"Anyway," Liam said, changing the subject, "I'm just getting started on the polo drills."

"Mind if I watch?"

"Of course not."

Drake sat on a bench while Liam mounted his horse. His crisp white polo shirt accentuated his tanned muscular physique with his riding breeches and boots.

"All right, boy, let’s see what you can do," Liam calmly spoke, gently kicking the horse's flanks.

The horse took off like a shot, galloping across the field at top speed.

Liam leaned forward, urging the horse on.

Drake watched, transfixed, as Liam and the horse moved as one, their bodies in perfect sync.

"That was impressive! Excellent!" Drake called out, as Liam brought the horse to a halt in front of him.

"Thanks," Liam replied, breathing heavily. "He's a dependable and efficient steed," giving the horse a pat on the neck.

Liam dismounted and accepted a bottle of water and towel from an attendant. As Liam and Drake walked toward the clubhouse, the ranch hands steered the thoroughbred back to the barn.

“That reminds me, Drake. Are you still available to join my polo team for the fund-raising event in Portavira next week?”

“Yes, Mel and I are looking forward to kicking noble ass." Drake grinned knowing that Neville was on the opposing team.

"I still need to find one more player since Rashad had to cancel."

“What about Sophie? Melanie tells me she played polo in New York.”

“She mentioned she studied dressage back in the U.S. and was thrilled to learn that Marabelle was quite proficient. That skill could come in handy for the team.” Liam pondered aloud.

“Sophie is a skilled rider, and she would be a terrific addition to the team, Li.”

“I can't wait to see her ride again," Liam responded, smiling,

"Uh huh, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun," Drake smirked.

Liam sighed, shaking his head. "Not everything has to be a double entendre, Drake."

"I know, but it's so much more fun that way," he cheekily responded.

University of Cordonia, Capital

"I can't believe it's been a week since the New Year's Ball," Sophie exclaimed, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Time seems to be flying by."

"I know," Maxwell replied, stirring his salad. "I feel like I need to plan the next Beaumont Bash already!"

Sophie laughed. "Do you ever stop thinking about these events?"

"Not when there's so much work to do to organize," Maxwell grinned. "But that's what makes me so good at it."

"You certainly are, but Max, this is your last semester...don't start something you can't finish."

“I don’t have to worry about my grades; I have already met the requirement to graduate with honors.”

"I've been thinking," Maxwell said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "about a different theme for the next Beaumont Bash after my graduation."

"And what theme were you thinking about having?" Sophie asked, knowing exactly what was coming.

"I'm going to make it a costume ball!"

"I knew it! That sounds like so much fun," Sophie grinned.

"It will be, and you'll be celebrating your first-year anniversary as a Cordonian.”

"Of course, I'll be there.”

"So, how are things with Liam going?" Maxwell asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Good," Sophie blushed. "We had a great time at the New Year's Ball."

"Did you have a good time, or 'a good time'?" Maxwell waggled his eyebrows.

"Maxwell!"

"Okay, okay. I will not push."

"What did I miss?" Daniel asked, as he grabbed a chair to sit down.

"Sophie was just telling me about her New Year's kiss with Liam," Maxwell winked.

"Ooh, do tell."

"There's nothing to tell," Sophie laughed, her cheeks burning.

"Come on, Soph, give us all the deets," Daniel prodded.

"Fine. We kissed. It was amazing."

"I knew it!" Maxwell exclaimed.

"So, when's the wedding?" Daniel joked.

"Shut up," Sophie retorted, laughing.

"Seriously, I'm happy for you. It's been a long time since I've seen you this happy, Squirrel."

"Thanks, Daniel."

"So, how are you doing with your Dad coming back tomorrow, Max?" Daniel inquired.

"I'm okay. I mean, I am glad he is better. But I do not know if I am ready to face him yet.”

"It's still so weird to me that you and Sophie are related."

"Yeah, it's a small world," Maxwell chuckled.

"No kidding. So, what is the deal with your Dad, anyway? What was he doing all that time?"

"He was in a coma," Maxwell replied, his voice soft.

"Oh, shit. I am so sorry, Max."

"It's okay. It's just..." Maxwell paused, looking uncomfortably at his hands.

"What?"

"It's hard to know what to believe, you know? After everything he put us through."

"I get that. But don't forget, he's still your Dad."

"He was a shit one, though," Maxwell pointed out.

Sophie put her hand on Daniel’s arm, “Let’s change the conversation, Dan.”

"It’s all right. I always knew that I would have to deal with it eventually. But right now, I just want to focus on graduating and figuring out my next steps."

"That sounds like a good plan," Daniel agreed.

"Yeah. It'll all work out in the end."

"That's the spirit"

Daniel slid his binder under his arm, "... see you guys later. Oh, and Max, just remember, you've got this."

"Thanks, man."

Maxwell watched his friend leave, feeling grateful for the support.

"He's right, you know," Sophie began.

"About what?" Maxwell looked at Sophie

"You've got this. No matter what happens with your father, you will be okay. You're stronger than you realize."

Maxwell sighed. "I know you are right. I am also grateful that Mom will be there as a buffer for you."

Sophie wrapped her arm around him.

"It will be fine.

Now, let's get to class before we're late."

Sophie and Maxwell walked together out of the dining hall to their next classes, feeling bolstered by each other's support.

Cordonian Royal Palace

King Constantine sat in his study, staring out the window.

After hearing the devastating prognosis about his health from his personal physician, he directed his queen to track down and summon Leo as soon as possible. Regina, to her credit, tried to assuage her stepson’s concerns as to Constantine's urgency when she found him in the palace gymnasium.

However, Leo knew that his father would not have requested his presence so suddenly unless the news was dire.

Constantine stood up as Leo and Regina walked into his office, his posture stiff, his face grim.

Leo looked at his father and at once sensed the seriousness of the situation.

"Father, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, son," Constantine said, his voice low. "I'm afraid I have received some rather unpleasant news."

"What is it?" Leo asked, his concern piqued.

"I've just come from a meeting with the royal doctors, and they've given me a prognosis."

"Prognosis?"

"Yes," Constantine said, his expression darkening. "They've determined that my health has deteriorated to the point where I can no longer carry out my duties as king."

Leo's blood ran cold. He knew what was coming next.

"W-what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that my time as king is over. And yours has begun."

"What?" Leo swallowed loudly.

"You're going to be crowned king, Leo. And you will ascend the throne immediately."

"I have advised the Prime Minister to make the formal announcement tomorrow morning to the country."

"I have begun preparations for your Royal wedding to Madeleine as well." Regina added.

"What? No!" Leo shouted.

"Calm yourself, Leo," Constantine admonished.

"How can you ask me to calm down?" Leo demanded, his hands shaking. "You're asking me to give up my life, my freedom. My future."

"As the Crown Prince, you know your duty to your country is paramount. It is what you have been preparing for since birth."

"No. I won't do it." Shaking his head from this unexpected shock.

"Don't be so dramatic, Leo," Regina said, her tone exasperated. "This is your birthright.”

"It's not drama," Leo insisted. "I will not marry Madeleine. I don't love her. And she doesn't love me."

"Love has nothing to do with it. You are betrothed to her noble house," Constantine stated. "This is about duty and honor."

"And I won't be bound by either," Leo declared, his eyes blazing. "If I have to marry her, I'll abdicate. You can't make me be king."

Constantine's jaw clenched, and he stared at Leo with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Leo turned and stormed out of the room, leaving his father and stepmother behind him, fuming.

Constantine sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He'll come around, Regina."

‘It’s hard to be the crowned prince

When it all hits home

You can’t hide behind the wall

Around the throne’

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If this book doesn’t end with Barthelemy executed and Adelaide in prison for treason I don’t want it.

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Six on Sunday

Hi, all and welcome to my Six Sentence Sunday! I know I am the worst writer ever; I start all these things, make all the promises, and it seems when I DO have an offering, it’s nothing I promised, or you asked for.

You’re going to have to trust me, I know what’s been promised and you WILL get it but if you know me at all, I can’t rush a story and not going to try. The ideas and inspiration come in bits, pieces, and spurts and I choose to let them simmer on back burners until they come to a boil. I do try to make it worth your wait; hopefully I am more hit than miss with that.

This week, I present you with two asks and a follow-up. The snippets are a little lengthy, but more is better, right? As always, everything is in a really rough state of draft, and final product may vary.

Everything’s below the cut, and I hope you enjoy!

Content Warning: Frank discussion about pregnancy, Liv going off on vegans

Untitled Riam (combined asks), Song Inspo: Jungle, Fred Again

Lastly, Riley’s glance fell upon her husband; Liam’s expression was neutral as he listened to the discussion. Too neutral. He knew something.

“We MUST get these animals to auction! It’s our income for the last half of the year!” Bianca abandoned the eggs to sit at the table with Drake. “And we don’t have much time!”

Leona gazed imploringly at the King of Cordonia. “Liam, you and your friends will help, won’t you? You wouldn’t leave us in a lurch.”

“HELL NO, we are NOT herding WILD ANIMALS across the freaking countryside!” Riley yelled. “Look, I KNEW coming to anything Walker related would be a mistake, but THIS … this is fucking ridiculous! From the moment we stepped onto this godforsaken property, YOU HAVE NEEDED US! You need us to clean and muck stalls, you need us to get Savannah a horse so she can have the fairytale wedding she THINKS her parents had … THEN y’all need a SADDLE for the horse!

“We DID ALL THAT! And Savannah thanks us by staring at my NAKED, SLEEPING husband like some creepy chick out of a horror movie AND leaves a positive pregnancy test in our dresser drawer! NOW … NOW you want us to be ACTUAL ranch hands in this hellish Texas heat.”

Riley stalked from the kitchen, headed for the stairway. Liam followed, breaking into a light jog to keep up with his wife’s long strides.

“Brooks, where are you going?” Drake yelled.

“To do what should have been done Day 1. I’m getting Liam’s checkbook to write this ranch a check, and THEN I am going back to Cordonia!” she hollered as she pushed past the group of noblewomen.

She had placed one foot on the bottom step when the doorbell rang. She looked at the door, rage and confusion on her face. Riley stared at her husband. “Well, ANSWER it!”

Liam hurried to the door, peering through the sheer curtain. His complexion paled as he called feebly for Bertrand to join him. By this time, everyone had gathered in the front room and Bertrand jostled his way to the door after giving a blank-faced Savannah a questioning look.

“Father?”

Everyone’s head shot up. No way in HELL was it Barthelemy Beaumont who had been in a near-death coma for over a decade. Riley, who had eased her way to the door, shoved Maxwell hard. “I thought you told me your daddy was dead,” she hissed.

The young Lord shook his head helplessly.

The tall, gaunt, elderly gentleman crossed the threshold in a suit too big for his frame. Before he could push the door to, a breathless female voice called out, “Hold the door!”

No one noticed Leo as he padded heavily down the wooden stairs; his pajamas were rumpled and he yawned loudly. “What’s all the commotion about?” he demanded.

Then his eyes widened in surprise. “Party Twin?”

Quiet Time (DC AU Maxlivia ask), Song Inspo: Feels Like, Gracie Abrams

Their Friday evening began with dinner at a quiet neighborhood café, where they dined on a creamy Brussel sprout chowder that contained potatoes, corn, and finely chopped jalapeno peppers; blackened salmon; garlic pasta, and garden salads. Over bites of food and sips of an Oregon Pinot Noir, the couple chatted about their day.

Max told Liv that the org’s annual convention was three months away; it was going to be held in Orlando, Florida.

“I’ll miss you,” Olivia replied as she stabbed at her salad.

Max looked dismayed. “You’re not coming? It’s FLORIDA!”

Olivia looked up, a slight frown on her face. “Precisely. Heat, humidity, complete morons, snakes, and alligators. All things I despise in life.”

Maxwell chuckled. “And here I thought it was vegans making a mockery of meat that pushed your buttons.”

“Don’t get me started on that! They don’t want to eat the meat, but wanna pour bbq sauce on cauliflower or that wheat meat concoction and call it a chicken wing or a burger! It’s vegetables and gluten … call it what it is. And I swear veganism originated in Florida! Change my mind.”

“The term was coined in 1944 by one Donald Watson, who was born, lived, and died in England; veganism itself dates back over 2,000 years with origins in both India and Greece.”

“Fucking know-it-all,” Liv muttered before taking a sip of wine.

She mentioned having to revise the policies and procedures handbook for the hotel chain she worked for; apparently some of the language was too vague and easily misinterpreted. As the Human Resources Director, it fell on her to at least start the process, and oversee all aspects of the edits.

“Get Liam to help; he’s good at the legalese shit,” Maxwell advised. “You need the legal terminology so it can be interpreted to your advantage.”

Olivia twirled pasta around her fork. “I don’t know if I want to spend that much time with him. He’s cool and all, but not really in my top three when it comes to the gang.”

Maxwell looked surprised. “Really?”

“He always has women problems and constantly, without fail, wants to take over someone’s kitchen when he visits. And he never, ever has his own weed! I mean, like NEVER!”

A Fine Line, Part 2 of One Night Stand; Song Inspo: Fine Line, Harry Styles

I stare at Riley: splotchy cheeks, red-rimmed eyes … her entire demeanor is one of defeat and resignation. I hesitate to speak, fearful of triggering her.

“Have you considered adoption?”

Her head lifts quickly, sharply; her eyes narrow dangerously as she peers at me.

“That is not an option,” she states in a cold tone. “I either have it, or I don’t. There’s no gray area here.”

I nod my head slowly as I process what she has said.

“How … how do you feel? Not physically, but that to! I just … where are you with the decision?”

A bark of angry laughter. “You mean the decision I have no say in? The decision a group of old white men made for me and who knows how many other women?”

She shakes her head. “I feel like someone has moved into my house and refuses to leave and the cops are telling me there’s nothing I can do.” Pale, slender fingers rake through her hair. “I can’t do Riley things, I can’t BE Riley!”

I say nothing; I shove my hands deeply into my pockets while rocking on the balls of my feet.

“I want to be alone! I like solitude, but now I’m carrying this extra person around ALL THE TIME. I feel it slide with me when I roll over in bed. It makes me eat things I neither like nor want. It’s just here … constantly here.”

Small sobs escape her lips.

“I want cigarettes and coffee! I want my late-night chocolate bars, I want to eat ALLL the fried, greasy things ALL THE TIME because that’s what I do … but I can’t. Because it isn’t good for the baby.”

“It’s a small sacrifice for the health of the child.”

“A CHILD I DON’T THINK I WANT!”

She stalks closer to me, her arms outstretched; I let her push me. I stumble backwards, but don’t fall.

“Where the FUCK is YOUR sacrifice in all of this? What are YOU giving up? What’s YOUR contribution to the health of this baby?” She screams. “YOU get to write a check and walk away! I DON’T!”

I look down at her, before I pull her into an embrace. Holding her tightly, I lay my cheek against her hair. “Why does anyone have to walk away? Because I’m not. From any of it.”

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