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[angelasscribbles]

Friendship

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Constantine x Eleanor, Jackson x Bianca, but really it's about the beginning of Liam and Drake's friendship.

Rating: G

Warnings for this chapter: None

Word Count: 1,894

A/N: I had written the first couple of paragraphs over a year ago then put it away with no real idea where it was going. Then @kingliamappreciationweek happened and I decided to dust this off and finish it for childhood/family and friendships/relationships. I'm late, but here it is.

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam was a serious child. Even as a toddler, people would remark about his solemn expression. It wasn’t that he never smiled, he did. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, he was. There had just always been an aura of thoughtfulness surrounding him. The portrait his mother had commissioned of him for his second birthday showed a somber child. He sat in an elaborate Baroque throne chair with dark red crushed velvet upholstery and a gold leaf finish. He was dressed in a toddler suit with short pants, showing his legs, still chubby with baby fat, his ebony hair brushed back from his face as he gazed solemnly out at the photographer.

Despite that, he was a friendly child who learned by the age of four that being charming got him whatever he wanted from the nannies and the kitchen staff.

A heartfelt, “Please?” netted him cookies, cakes, candies, and plenty of baklava. No one could withstand the cuteness of the little prince. Especially his mother.

His first smiles, at three months old, were for Eleanor. As he grew into a toddler and preschooler, she remained his favorite person, that somber expression turning into a wide faced grin at the sound of her voice or the sight of her face.

She read to him, she played with him, she took him on walks in the garden. She was the antidote to his father’s seriousness.

By the age of six, Liam had learned that his father’s affections were less frequent and harder earned. The bulk of Constantine’s attention went to Liam’s older brother, because Leo was going to be king, and Liam was not. He was only the spare.

Liam never resented Leo for it. He loved him. Leo was his second favorite person in the world, after Eleanor. He started toddling along behind him as soon as he could walk. Leo was older, cooler, and knew all the best games.

Leo was also a frequent rule breaker, while Liam was not. On this particular day, Leo and Olivia had decided to sneak away from the nannies and play in the woods behind the palace.

Leo had read to him until he bored of it. Pushing the stack of books away he exclaimed, “I can’t stand being inside for another moment! Let’s go out to play!”

“Finally!” Olivia cast the copy of Little Women she’d been reading to the side as she jumped up from the oversized beanbag in the corner of the library.

“I want to come too!” Liam scrambled quickly to his feet. He had learned the hard way that if he didn’t keep up with the older kids, he’d be left behind.

 “Sure,” Leo shrugged, “but you have to be quiet until we get past the hedge maze.”

“Past the hedge maze?” Liam asked in alarm, “We aren’t supposed to go past the hedge maze! Father said-“

“Father doesn’t have to know, does he?”

“Maybe you should stay here, Liam,” Olivia said sagely, “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Liam thought for a moment, taking in Leo’s amusement and Olivia’s smug sureness that he would stay behind. He drew in a deep breath and squared his shoulders, “No. I’ll go!”

“Are you sure, Li?” Leo asked with a laugh, “Last time you got caught breaking the rules, you cried.”

Liam flushed with embarrassment. Father had been so angry. He didn’t like to make anyone angry, “I didn’t mean to break the vase.”

“Hey,” the amusement disappeared from Leo’s face, replaced with sympathy, “It’s okay! It wasn’t even your fault, I’m the one that talked you into playing football in the great room!”

“It’s okay, Liam,” Olivia placed a hand on his shoulder as she leaned down, “but I heard there’s fresh baklava in the kitchen. You should go get some!”

“Yeah…okay….” He agreed half-heartedly.

He picked up an illustrated copy of Where the Wild Things Are with a sigh as he watched Leo and Olivia sneak giggling down the hallway toward the garden doors.

Thirty minutes later he was perched on a stool at one of the marble counters in the place kitchen, shoving baklava into his mouth as he turned the pages of his book when he heard unfamiliar voices.

He turned away from his book in interest as the head of the King’s Guard entered the room with a man and a woman Liam had never seen before. Trailing behind the adults were two children.

Liam’s eyes widened as he took in the new arrivals. A little girl with dark curls and wide eyes took in everything around her in wonder. A boy that looked to be about the same age as himself kept his gaze trained on the floor indifferently, a shock of chestnut hair falling into his eyes; hands stuffed into his pockets.

Liam twisted back and forth on the stool in excitement, nearly tumbling out of it as he did.

“Careful there young master!” The pastry chef caught him before he could fall.

“Sorry!” Liam exclaimed as he twisted out of her grasp, his head spinning to keep track of the children, “Who are they? I want to go say hi! Can I?”

“Certainly!” She laughed as she released him and watched as he sprinted across the travertine tile.

The group had moved into the formal dining room when Liam caught up with them, skidding around a corner and colliding directly with the head of the King’s Guard. “Ooof! Sorry!”

“It’s alright,” Captain Sullivan helped him to his feet, “What’s the big hurry?”

“I wanted to meet the kids!” Liam ducked his head, suddenly a little shy, “Who are they? What are they doing here?”

“Okay, okay, slow down!” The captain laughed, “I’ll introduce you! Your Highness, this is the newest member of the guard, Jackson Walker, his wife Bianca and their children, Drake and Savannah. Everyone, this is Prince Liam.”

Liam sucked in a breath of surprise; he knew that some members of the guard lived at the palace. He felt like he was about to explode with excitement. Please let them live here, he prayed furiously. Out loud he said, “I’m very pleased to meet you.”

“And we’re very pleased to meet you,” Jackson shook his hand.

The girl shoved her way in front of her parents, a look of awe on her face, “Are you an honest to God, real life prince?”

“I am.” Liam grinned at her.

“It’s nice to meet you Liam,” Bianca told him before pushing the boy forward, “Isn’t it Drake? Can you say hi to the prince?”

Drake shuffled forward awkwardly, lifted his eyes to Liam’s face for a moment then dropped them as he mumbled, “Hi.”

“Can they come play with me?” Liam directed the question to the adults, lacing the fingers of both hands through each other as he pleaded, “Pleeeeease?”

“Oh, yes!” Savannah squealed, clapping her hands as she jumped up and down, adding her pleas to his, “Can we please?”

“I think that would be okay,” Jackson replied, “What you think, son? Would you like to go play with Liam?”

The sullen faced little boy lifted his copper and gold flecked eyes again and found Liam’s face. Drake’s determination to hate everything about this new place faltered a little as saw the genuine excitement bubbling over in the other child. “I guess that would be okay. What do you want to do?”

“Yes!” Liam jumped up into the air with joy, “We can play whatever you want! Hide and seek, or tag in the gardens, we have board games, video games, we could ride bicycles if we get the nannies to supervise us or we could play sword fighting-“

“You have swords?” Drake’s eyes widened with interest.

“Wooden ones but-“

“Can I dad?” Drake turned to Jackson hopefully.

“Yes, go on. We’ll come find you later.” Jackson squeezed Bianca’s hand as they watched their children scurry down the hall with the prince. Relief flooded his wife’s features, mirroring his own. Drake had been the child they had been most worried about adjusting to the move, but he seemed to be warming to the place already.

“What’s it like being a prince and living in a palace?” Savannah asked as she hurried to keep up with the older boys.

“Boring,” came the instant reply.

“Really?” Savannah sounded disappointed.

Drake laughed and Liam’s smile broadened at the sound as he elaborated, “The other kids in the palace are all older than me and no one ever wants to play.”

He was lonely.

“Drake comes up with all the best games,” Savannah told him.

“Is that right?”

“That’s right,” Drake agreed, “Where is this playroom you’re taking us to?”

“Fifth door on the left,” Liam pointed down a long hallway.

“Race you,” Drake grinned at him, “Winner gets to pick his sword first!”

“Okay-“ Liam started to agree but Drake was already sprinting down the hall. It only took a second for Liam to realize what was happening and tear off after him.

The three children tumbled through the playroom door panting and shrieking with laughter.

Drake collapsed onto the floor in purposeful exaggeration as he gasped, “I’m dying….but I won!”

“You cheated you mean!” Liam laughed as he dropped onto the ground next to him.

“It wasn’t cheating,” Drake corrected him, “It’s called gaining a tactical advantage!”

Liam was used to other children being awkward around him, letting him win games or actively trying to avoid playing with him, because of his status. The young prince was absolutely delighted by this new playmate’s utter lack of concern about his title.

Drake had been convinced that the princes would be stuffy, stuck up and boorish. He was thrilled to be proven wrong. He hadn’t wanted to move, yet again. He hadn’t wanted to give up his friends, yet again. His father had promised that this duty station was more permanent. He had been determined not to get attached to anything or anyone, but as they staged epic battles with the wooden swords, of which Liam had let him claim the best one, he found the heaviness that had sat in his chest since his parent’s had announced this move starting to loosen.

The boys quickly became inseparable.

In the weeks and months that followed, Liam became less somber, at least around Drake. He was still a serious, thoughtful child, but he had a quicker smile as Drake drew out his playful side. Drake became less guarded, at least around Liam. He was still a slow to warm up child, but he turned outward a little more as Liam gained his trust.

“Drake seems to be adjusting well,” Eleanor remarked as a maid set the tea service in front of her.

“He is!” Bianca agreed happily, “It’s been four months and he seems completely back to normal! I think it’s because of Liam, honestly.”

Eleanor nodded with a smile on her lips as she blew on her tea to cool it, “Liam is so happy to have a playmate of his own. He’s a different child now. I think this friendship is good for both of them.”

The two women turned to watch as the boys raced through the gardens, shouts and laughter filtering through the late morning air. It was a beautiful day, the children were happy and for the moment, all was well in Cordonia.

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[fadingreveries]

Novel-style story for The Royal Romance?

For any Choices fans and The Royal Romance fans out there, would anyone be interested in the idea of a novel-style retelling of TRR?

One that would be told in third person and involve more commentary, comprehensive backstories, and bonus scenes including Riley (MC), Liam, Drake, Hana, and Maxwell? It would also include descriptions of diamond scenes and premium outfits for those who haven't purchased them in the app.

I'm totally dreading finishing the series because it was the first story I ever read on Choices, so I'm trying to cope by writing fan fiction... LOL.

But then I thought, would anyone be interested too?

It would go along the lines of something like this...

“Hey!” A booming voice yelled out, making the two co-workers turn around. “Riley, Daniel, quit slacking off over there!” If there was one thing Riley was ready to embrace, it was the fact that she had finally given her two-week notice to her boss. After six years, she would finally be out of his clutches and no longer have to hear constant nagging from him about every minuscule detail she had made the mistake of carrying out in front of him.  “You told us to take out the garbage,” Riley reminded him, a scowl deepening as she remembered how insufferable her boss was.  “And now I’m telling you to wait on the bachelor party that just rolled in. Chop chop!” The manager barked out, clapping his hands for emphasis before storming back inside the bar. 

Please tell me I'm not the only one who's wanted to read more from the original TRR series...

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[txemrn]

Pour Two Glasses

Chapter 5: "... Wake Me Up When It's Over..."

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✨ Have you checked out this teaser video yet? Pour Two Glasses Teaser✨

Word Count: 3935 (+/-)

Series Synopsis:In the midst of a violent political war, Queen Riley Rys’s life is dismantled overnight, forcing her to flee Cordonia to live in hiding as a commoner with a loyal, best friend

Series Song Inspo: “Pour Two Glasses” by the Movielife

Chapter Song Inspo: "Wake Me Up" by Tommee Profitt ft. Fleurie (Avicii cover)

Series Warnings: 🔞 For Mature Audiences Only 🔞angst; profanity; major character death; grief and mental health discussion; discussion of violence & war; alcohol use; NSFW material

A/N: Characters and some plot references belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Big projects like this often takes a village of cheerleaders, barnstormers, listeners and readers. I am so blessed to have such a supportive village--huge thanks to y'all for making this story come to life! This was not beta'd, so please excuse my errors.

A/N 2: It's been a while, so how about a quick review? *clears throat* Previously on Pour Two Glasses... Sensing her need to be close to her husband, Drake coordinates for Riley to sleep each night of Liam's Royal Wake next to his closed casket; he also gives her a necklace to wear that holds Liam's wedding ring and signet ring; Riley and Drake have a heart-to-heart, which included the intimate story of the promise Liam and Riley made to each other: a promise to "pour two glasses"; after the funeral, a member of the 'Les Combattants de la Liberté' (the same coups that shot down Liam's plane) opens fire during Liam's funeral procession in an attempt to assassinate the queen. Despite Drake's efforts, Riley is shot.

~🖤~

"Ahhh! Fuck!" Drake grimaces, holding pressure to his left arm as blood seeps violently from his fresh bullet wound. Sucking in a sharp breath from the pain, he glances to his right where he had pushed Riley down, and hopefully out of the way.

Her body lies completely still as a pool of deep rouge grows from under her petite, lifeless frame.

"Brooks?" He stretches his neck in hopes of a glimpse of her face, but the abrupt shock of sharp torment in his shoulder knocks the air from his lungs. Anxiously panting, he glances back at Riley, realizing she remains motionless to the sound of her name. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Riley!” He frantically searches for a way to get closer to her. He peers at his injured shoulder and his crimson-stained fingers, weighing the options that don't exist on borrowed time that has already expired.

He grabs the collar of his shirt, bunching up the material in his palm before biting down on it. He rolls onto his stomach, his screams of torment muffled into his makeshift gag as he gnashes his teeth. With his good arm, he army-crawls on his side, pulling himself across the pavement with his elbow. The balls of his feet push to propel him, all the while he moans in agony.

His body finally gives out from the misery. "Brooks? Brooks?" He gruffly pants. He lays flat on the ground, reaching to her sprawled out hand with his unaffected arm. He nudges against her skin, but she doesn't move. His fingers find her wrist; he feels a weak, slow pulse.

"Goddammit!" Drake cries out in pain as he sits himself up. "No–no–no… Riley!" Groaning in anguish, he single-handedly pulls her body to himself, propping her head up in his lap. He tenderly peels the blood-drenched wisps off of her cheeks and forehead. Her head suddenly lolls back, her neck extended across his thigh with her pale lips agape. "Riley!" Tears flood his eyes, "No…" Surveying her body, he notices two bullet wounds to her left shoulder near her chest. 

Near her heart.

Drake turns to the other guards that are tending to a few critically wounded people in the otherwise desolate courtyard. "We need help over here!" He cradles Riley's head as he watches the color drain from her face. "Don't do this, Brooks,” he growls, “Don't you dare fucking do this.” He sobs angrily, gripping firmly to the fabric of her dress. "You can't leave me, too…"

------

A crisp gentle breeze catches her brunette waves in a delicate waltz of silk and sunshine. The softness of the evergreen grass tickles her toes as she ventures through the fragrant blooms. Somewhere amongst the fresh harvest of Cordonian rubies, a handsome melody echoes across the meadow, a deep baritone that Riley instantly recognizes.

“Liam?” Her steps begin to quicken as she searches behind the bark and the bend. “Liam?” Her voice is earnest and hungry as her widened, ocean-blue eyes survey the area for even just a glimpse of his beauty. She grips the sides of her skirt, lifting the hem to her hips as her feet become more swift amongst the uniform rows of bountiful trees.

As she approaches a knoll, a large shadow grants her body brevity from the warm sun. She brings a hand to her forehead, shielding the brightness from her eyes. She strains to make out the broad shapes and chiseled lines of the man standing before her, but she knows it's him. His eyes shimmer with the brilliance of the Mediterranean, his skin like the soft sands of Nissi.

“My love,” he smiles endearingly at her; he cups two filled wine flutes in one large hand as he extends his arm out towards her, his open palm ready to take her into his arms.

“My king,” she breathes, her heart swelling at the very presence of him. She drops her skirt. She draws closer to him as a smile brightly bubbles across her lips. It’s him; it’s really him.

But as their fingertips almost touch, Riley missteps. She trips over an imperfection in the terrain as she falls to her knees, her hands catching her on the ground. As she looks back to her husband, he is gone.

“No,” she whispers as she frantically scours the rolling hills around her. Empty. Not a single trace of life. Riley is alone. “No–no–no… Liam?”  She spins wildly around, searching for him. But suddenly, she hears an ear-piercing crackle like thunder.

And then another. 

A searing pain abruptly burns deep into her shoulder and chest, knocking her off her feet. The impact of the fall robs her of the air in her lungs. In a state of panic, she begins gasping for air, but the rise and fall of her chest makes her whimper, tears collecting in her eyes. 

"Liam?" She tries to scream, but can only muster a rough whisper. "Someone? Please?"

Riley tries to sit up, but an intense scorch of discomfort stuns her to lay back amongst the long blades of grass. Her mouth falls open from the sensation, but only silent sobs pour from her lips.

With a trembling hand, she carefully touches her fingertips to the painful area of her chest. Biting her lip to stifle her screams, she feels a thick oozing of warm fluid escaping her shoulder, flowing between her fingertips.

Blood.

"Help," she strains, but her words falter as her eyelids fall heavier with each blink. 

She hugs her body with her other arm as the breeze suddenly feels frigid against her pale skin. Her breathing becomes more rapid, each inhale growing laborious, more challenging than the last.

'Anyone?' Riley mouths as she grows still. The light in her eyes falls dim, her lashes fluttering as they begin to close.

Stillness.

Darkness.

Suddenly a large, calloused hand squeezes tightly to her petite weak fingers.

"Brooks," a deep, trembling whisper calls to her, "it–it's going to be okay, baby. Hang in there." A sense of relief rushes over her; hearing the familiar gritty voice comforts her, grounding her back with reality.

Riley can hear a soft shrill of metal on metal from squeaky wheels underneath her. She feels a light current of air swishing across her body as if she is being moved rapidly. The pungent smell of medical-grade antiseptic with the slight undertone of decay hits her nostrils, reminding her instantly of the night she had to identify her husband’s remains.

She tries to speak, but her mouth refuses to move; even her whimpers fall silent, unable to get anyone’s attention. She tries to grip onto the hand that is holding her fingers, but despite her effort, nothing moves.

As she relaxes her body, an excruciating pain suddenly penetrates through her torso, an inexplicable affliction of torment tearing through every last nerve, leaving her senseless, breathless, motionless.

An abrupt alarm of rapid analog chimes begins to whistle.

"Heart rate 152. We need to move, people…"

Riley's eyes flicker open to blurred fluorescent lights, flashing obnoxiously into her field of vision. She hears a twisted garble of concerned voices around her, but can barely make out the faces of the strangers surrounding her.  

"Hang another liter of NS. Go ahead and draw up fifty of hydromorphone…"

"...BP 88/42…"

"... prep OR six…"

"... order four units of O neg…"

The swift movements around her makes her stomach turn as the searing discomfort ravages throughout her chest. She grimaces, her eyelids shutting at the furrow of her brows.

Suddenly, she feels a pinch, like a tiny sharp prick of pressure pushed into the swell of her thigh.  A warming sensation follows, infiltrating through the area before finally swimming briskly through her body.

"Hydromorphone with Phenergan 25 in…"

The room begins to swirl into nothingness, the chatter falling into silence. Her hand falls limp, no longer able to feel Drake's tight grip on her fingertips. No more background noise; no more strange smells. Like falling into the deep end of the ocean, a single, high-pitched shrill rings incessantly in Riley's ears as she flails her arms and legs into the blackness. She finally clenches her eyes shut, terrified of the loneliness, terrified of the struggle, terrified of the emptiness.

Stillness.

Darkness.

Until a warm glow grazes her skin.

A gentle caress of her cheek leads to a tender stroke of a thumb across her full bottom lip.

Riley's eyes cautiously flit open.

And she gasps.

"Liam?"

------

"Sir, this is as far as you can go."

Though he understands hospital safety protocols, Drake scoffs as Riley's hand is pulled away from his grasp. An abrupt loneliness tugs at his heart as he watches the gurney rapidly wheel down the white sterile hallway. As his left arm hangs limp, Drake drags his fingers down his face, swallowing a sob. Will this be his last memory of her alive?

He feels his chest begin to dramatically rise and fall, his breathing becoming quicker as his expression contorts into remorseful anger. He was supposed to protect her. He promised her–shit, he promised Liam that he would look after her, and now Riley is fighting for her life.

As Drake's jaw trembles, a petite hand tenderly pats his unaffected shoulder. He jerks around to find a familiar raised eyebrow, her piercing jades sympathizing instantly with his downcast stare. “Liv,” he whispers, a crooked smile flashing across his lips as his face twists with emotions. “You’re… here. You’re… you're okay,” he chuckles into a choked cry.

Noticing the sincerity of his tone, Olivia Nevrakis’s typical stone-cold presence melts into something more human and warm.  She smirks, holding her arms outstretched. "Come here, big guy," she snickers, waving him into her embrace. “You know that even rogue militant coups can’t get rid of me that easily.” The longtime friends squeeze each other more snuggly; though they might not always see eye-to-eye, they silently gesture in agreement that life is better together.

“Christ on a Kraken! Riley is never going to believe this.”

Drake turns towards the cheerful, flamboyant voice. He casually tosses his head to the side, his chestnut fringe cascading out of his field of vision. The corners of his mouth curl, grateful to see the youngest Beaumont brother alive and well with no obvious injuries.  

"Hey, man," Drake reaches out to take Maxwell's hand, pulling him into a brotherly embrace.

"We were so worried. I thought you were dead," his breath hitches in his chest, "and–and Riley…" The young lord succumbs to his tears, unable to speak. Drake endearingly pats his friend on the back as he flashes a knowing look to Olivia.

"I'm fine, Max," Drake mutters, signaling for him to let go. 

"Have you even been seen by a doctor yet?" Maxwell looks at the crimson gore, dried across the guard's once pristinely pressed suit.

"Not yet. I–" he freezes as he peers down the now empty corridor, the last place he saw her, the last place he touched her. The last place he felt her life in his own hands. A large lump forms in his throat as the horrific scene plays in his head.

The definitive cocking of the chamber of a glock; the smell of smoke and blood in the air; the unraveling of fearful screams of hopeless onlookers… 

"Riley! Look out!"

He tried to shield her; he tried to protect her. He tried to save her.

Was he too late?

The queen's guard shakes his head, staggering away from his friends, willing the sting of his tears away. He already lost his very best friend almost a month ago; he can't lose Liam's wife, too.

"She's strong, Walker–"  Drake stops in his tracks, turning to the fiery red head that fell into step with him walking down the hallway. He leans up against the wall, shoving a hand in his pocket as his head falls forward in anguish.

"I just… I feel so fucking guilty, ya know?” he mutters under his breath. “I was supposed to be there for Liam–I should’ve been there with him, and Riley?" He looks away, blinking away tears. “It should’ve been me–"

"No," Olivia interjects sternly. "Don't go there. You are not responsible for his death. And Riley?”  She takes Drake’s face between her palms, commanding his attention to focus on her words. "She will survive this–'

"I should've been there–"

"And you were," she interrupts. "Drake, she would've been killed if you hadn't intervened when you had."

"You saved her life, man," Maxwell tearfully steps forward, holding out a cup of coffee for the guard. "She's been through a hell of a lot worse." They all chuckle knowingly with one another. "She's going to survive this," Maxwell states encouragingly as he dabs away his tears.

Olivia nods in solidarity, looking towards Drake. "She will."

Drake stares at his styrofoam coffee cup before bringing it to his lips. "She has to," he breathes before taking a sip.

"Cmon, buddy," Maxwell's mouth begins to curl as he slaps Drake on his wounded shoulder. "Let's get you checked out–"

"Ow!" Drake roars, "Limp dick motherfffff–!" Drake bites his tongue as he shields his arm.

"Oh, there he is," Olivia snickers to herself, taking a seat in the waiting room. "I was concerned he left his balls next to his snuff in the back pocket of his Wranglers."

—---

Tangled in sheets of silk, Riley cradles Liam's head against her bare chest. He kisses tender pecks along her velveteen skin, her fingers mindlessly combing through his golden waves. 

Coming down from their euphoric bliss of making love, the gentle warmth of intimacy saturates the air. A soft hum escapes Riley's lungs as she is overwhelmed with the desire to cry streams of joy. To be at peace again. To feel whole again. To be herself again.

This is perfect. Too perfect. Riley had craved for weeks now to have just one more moment, one more breath with her beloved. And now…

Is this really happening? 

She presses her lips into his disheveled, blond hair, breathing in his intoxicating scent. His fingertips graze across her shoulders and down the slope of her full breast, his familiar touch igniting a scattering of goosebumps across her body. But when Liam looks up at her with his hungry gaze, his crystal blue stare that rivals the Northern Lights, relief floods her senses.

I'm home.

Biting her bottom lip, Riley guides her husband up her body until he's lying face-to-face with her, their longing stares never breaking from one another. She delicately traces the angles of his jaw, the contours of his neck until finally resting her palms in the scatter of hair on his chest.   

She rests her head against his body, her fingers lacing with his.

"Liam," she exhales as she listens to the rhythmic pulse of his heart. "I've missed you." Her words softly shudder against her stifled sobs, tears coursing down the curve of her nose. She nuzzles her forehead into him, wanting to be closer, deeper with him, thirsty to drink every last drop of him.

"Please tell me this is it," she flutters her eyes close, his large hands draped across her back. "Please tell me this is where our forever starts."

Feeling his piercing stare on her, Riley instantly meets his mouth in a searing kiss. She slips her tongue between his full lips as the passion continues to burn between them. 

Riley guides him to lay on his back, straddling his broad physique as their tongues continue to caress in steady pulses. She nips at him, coaxing for more.  Gently rocking her hips, Riley sits up on her husband, his length pushing against her slick folds. Taking his large, rugged hands in hers, they cup her peaking breasts, fondling them together.

"I love you," Riley moans into the darkness as her desire builds for her husband once more. 

But then she stops.

She looks back to Liam's handsome face. And a sudden chill runs down her back.

He didn't say, 'I love you'...

"Love," Riley grips one of his hands, bringing it to her lips to kiss. "Is this okay? Are–are you okay?"

He doesn't answer.

An uncomfortable coldness floods her veins as a familiar burning sensation grows in her lower left shoulder.

"Liam?" She shakes his body. "Liam baby, please," her eyes begin to water, "please talk to me." 

Riley glances around the dark room; it looks like their royal quarters, but deep in her heart, she abruptly knows she's far from home. 

And far from Liam.

And like an old film reel, the fantasy around her begins to burn away, slowly at first as a blinding light pierces through the darkness.

"This… this isn't real, is it?" She trembles, bringing his hand to her heart. "Please, baby…" the room becomes stifling as Riley begins to gasp for air, her husband’s touch nothing but a phantom pain. "Please don't leave me again…"

Suddenly, Riley feels like she's choking as a soreness forms promptly in her throat.

"That's it, your majesty," the assured voice of a stranger calls out to her. "We're done with your surgery. Take some nice big breaths for us."

Riley barely peeks through her heavy eyelids, but her stormy blues are instantly met with the brazen shine of surgical spotlights. And she grimaces, discomfort etching across her delicate features.

"Good job. Take another breath."

The queen can feel something weighted and quite warm being folded across her frigid body. Suddenly, she feels soft fabric engulfing her toes, then her feet.

Where am I?

"Let's get you some Fentanyl and the rest of your Zofran for the ride, your majesty."

Abruptly to her arm, she feels a twinge of heat expanding in her veins, traveling first to her shoulder before dispersing across her body. The panic that was building in her nerves subsides as she relaxes into a subtle snore. And then into nothingness all over again.

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"Rise and shine, little blossom…"

Hearing the muffled, yet familiar whisper of her dear friend, Riley cautiously opens one eye. But in an instant, she closes it. Her eyebrows knit together, the burn from the bright sunlight too much for her right now.

“Max?” She croaks softly, her lips dry and cracked. “Maxwell?” She makes a small effort to move, but a sudden ache knocks her back onto her bed. She mouths the word ‘Ow’ as she slowly reaches up towards her injured shoulder with a trembling hand. 

“Shhh, Riley,” Maxwell tenderly pats her arm. “I’m gonna go get someone. I’ll be right back.”  With a squeeze of her fingers, Maxwell takes off to the nurse’s station.

Feeling the agonizing pulse in her left shoulder, Riley tries to open her eyes again.  Everything remains a blur as her eyes dart to the glass door. Two large men stand just outside the windows like perfect statues on either side of the frame, wearing what appears to be… guard uniforms?

“Drake…?” She tries to call out, assuming he's one of the men, but the hoarseness of her voice silences her attempt as she winces at her sore throat. Where am I? She frantically peers around her bed, noticing a collection of monitors and clear bags of fluids, all attached to her body with various cords and wires. 

What happened?

Riley’s head feels a bit swimmy, dizzy from the heavy medications she has been given, not to mention the anesthesia slowly dissipating from her body. She was trying to put the puzzle pieces back together, fact versus fiction. Each part played like a vignette in her memory. 

Laying in bed with Liam… The airplane crash… Giving herself a progesterone shot... Sneaking into the church with Drake…  Dancing at the award ceremony.  Gunshots…

Had it all been a dream?

Suddenly, her eyes widen with realization, wishful-thinking blooming across her face. It was a dream.  Noticing a big red button on the bed with the word ‘Nurse’, Riley frantically presses it. A jolt of hope bursts within her chest. 

It was just a dream– a terrible dream– but just a dream.

The sliding glass door to her ICU room hurriedly rolls open, an older nurse with peppered short hair hurries in with Maxwell hot on her tail.  “Well, well… look who’s finally awake!” She smiles kindly, her hazel gaze sparkling with genuine joy. “Your majesty, my name is Vangie, and it has been an honor to care for you through your recovery–”

“Recovery?” Riley looks to Maxwell with curiosity.

“You have two nurses that have been assigned to specifically care for you per the guard's protocol,” Maxwell informs as he takes a seat next to Riley’s bed, gently grabbing her hand. “Vangie here is your night nurse, and she has been incredible.”

Riley turns to the nurse, giving her an uncertain half grin before giving her attention back to Maxwell. “But… what is going on? Why–why am I here?”

Maxwell grips tightly to her fingers, a pensive-look crossing his features.  “You’re in the hospital, Ri. You had surgery–”

“Surgery?” 

“Yes, your majesty.” Vangie finishes administering medications into Riley’s IV before glancing back to her queen. “You’re quite lucky, actually.  You lost a lot of blood, and it was touch-and-go our first night together, but you have pulled through nicely–” her pager suddenly beeps, a slight annoyance flashes in her eyes. “My apologies, your majesty,” she bows, “I need to take this.”

Riley gently nods, offering a soft smile before turning back to Maxwell. He sweetly leans over her, resting his elbow on her bed as he pushes away stray hairs on her face.  “I’m so glad you’re finally awake. I've been so worried.”

Riley’s eyebrows furrow, an expression of confusion falls over her as she glances around the room. “Maxwell, I–” she cinches her eyes closed in frustration, “how long have I been out?”

“A good part of three days.” His words drip with worry, “They said the injuries you sustained were pretty severe, but thank God, one of the bullets missed your heart by two millimeters–”

“Bullets?”

Maxwell pauses inquisitively. “You don’t remember much, do you?” 

Riley chews on her lip, shaking her head.

“That’s honestly a good thing,” he sighs heavily.

“Max,” she softly pleas, “please… tell me?”

Maxwell sits up in his chair, combing his fingers through the relaxed style of his hair. “Ri, you just woke up. I think you should get some more rest before we dive into what happened. Heck, Olivia and Drake will be back in the morning, and we can–”

“--and Liam?”

Maxwell freezes, the color draining from his face at the mention of his dear friend and king.  He swallows thickly. “Wh–what about him?”

“Is he–?” She presses the heel of her hand against her forehead. “I must sound like a lunatic,” she chuckles anxiously, “but… it’s all bleeding together, these thoughts in my head spiraling and mixing reality with fantasy. I feel like when I’m awake, I’m dreaming, and when I’m dreaming, I’m awake, and–I mean, I just…” She tosses her hands on the bed, another titter escaping her throat as tears prick her eyes. “The airplane crash, the funeral, his casket… please tell me the truth.”

Maxwell’s breath hitches, causing a sobering chill to overwhelm Riley.  Of all the images flashing through her mind–the morgue, champagne in the orchard, his wedding ring on a necklace–she had hopes that maybe–just maybe– the worst of them all was actually a nightmare, that maybe Maxwell can ground her back into reality, that maybe—

“My husband… ?”

A wave of sorrow pours onto Maxwell's features as his ever-optimistic expression drains. And he shakes his head.

It wasn’t a dream. 

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A/N: hello everyone, this wasn't my intention to start writing then put things off , plus with this I tried to do my research and I asked a few of the ladies here some advice, a few weeks ago I called my uncle who's a doctor and asked him, so if any advice please just inbox me, I know no one who's even been shot before so here's what I came up with.

A/N please excuse any errors or misspellings, I did very little editing, this has been sitting in Google docs a while waiting on an end to be added. I want to thank anyone who reads and like my story. Any feedback is welcomed trust me I would not be offended, this is a learning experience to me, I wrote somewhat in middle school, I read others work and be like some of you could be professional writers.

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ENVY

Book: The Royal Romance

Paring: Liam x Mia

Summary: Summary: This takes place 2 years after meeting Riley, Liam meets 24 year old Amelia Ramos and starts a new relationship.

Rated R

Most characters belong to pixelberry

Warning: Gun violence, some profanity, 18+

Chapter 3 Disaster strikes

New York 

"Liam needs me, it's a big night, so Maxwell told me Liam has met someone he spent a lot of time with  while he was here."

"Yeah Drake told me about her, but do you think he's over Riley?"

"The way Max tells it he is, he said has the same look for Mia he used to have for Riley.

"Oh interesting but what about the situation?

"That's not our place, but thank you for being there for her, I love you."

"I love you too Olivia."  He pulled her close and showered her with soft kisses 

"Leo, you'll  make me late." I need to Shower and get dressed."

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Cordonia

Liam spent most of his day in meetings. He made it back to his quarters at 3pm, he knew Mia would be up around 7am to get ready for work.

She answered on the second ring. ”Hello beautiful, how is your morning going?"

“It’s okay I just really miss you a lot, "  I was just having coffee and doing a little online grocery shopping before work." Liam hit the FaceTime button

I miss you too, my love. I've closed the deal I was working on, so after this fundraiser, I can come visit for a few days. I know you have work and you planned to come here in 2 weeks." A  knock on his door. "My love someone is at my door, can you hold for a moment."

"Sure."

“My son, we need to talk."

“Okay father give me a minute I was on a call, I’ll be right back."

“My love It’s my father he needs to talk with me, I’ll call you when you get off work.( Kisses)

" Okay lo, I mean kisses talk to you later." Oh boy I almost told him I love him, good save I hope, you know it's too soon for that she said to herself.

"Yes Father?"

"May I come in?"

"Sure father" 

"Son, you know I'm  getting up in age, it's time I stepped down."

"When?"

"At the end of the next social season, William, I need you to find a wife. Madeleine is my first choice,  but I can understand you looking elsewhere, but to reality secure that you choose a good queen,Princess Francine Hassan of Morocco, or Princess  Alana of Norway, either woman would be a wonderful choice for Cordonia for different reasons and I met the princess of Norway she's so beautiful."

 "Father, I will not be in some loveless marriage or marry for Cordonia, I will find my own wife, someone I love and care about."

"All I have ever tried to do is protect you, from getting hurt, from experiencing the pain I was caused when someone took your mother, the only woman I've ever loved away from me, you are all I have left of her. 

He felt bad for his father, but he still wanted love and if he was granted a second chance, he was going to grab it and hold on for life. 

"I understand, but I'm a man you must trust that I'll make the right decisions regarding my love life." He finally said 

"Son, your enemies will  use  the people you love against you and that will hurt you more than anything, remember I love  you son, and only try to protect you." 

" I love you too father, but if you'll excuse me I gotta go, I take it you can  see your way out."

He walked into the hallway,  he took a deep breath to try calm his nerves before he called Drake. 

Hey Li."

"I really need to relax before this Gala, are you guys for a spa day?'

"Sounds good buddy." Max said 

"Yeah count me in." Drake said

They were all relaxing when Max brought up Mia.

Liam smiles at just thinking of her. " I am falling for her, I mean she could be the one, I don't know what about this woman that makes me so happy but I believe that we belong together, I mean she's beautiful, smart, caring and she smells absolutely amazing all the time, guys I so wish she were here tonight."

" Buddy I'm so happy to see you happy again, you deserve it."  Max said 

"And so do you Drake, you'll meet someone, who will make you happy." 

Liam Studied Maxwell for a moment, " My friend, so do you, are you still dating that Mark guy?"

Max,was  looking down avoiding eye contact, Drake turned to look into his eyes  "Okay Beaumont spill it, what are you hiding?" 

"I was on a date with Ava and Mark ruined my date, he caused a scene, both broke up with me.

"Why didn't you talk to us?" Liam asked

"Really, it's no big deal."

"I'm assuming this happened around 2 weeks ago? Drake said" 

"How did you know that?" 

"Well Beaumont you were in an unusually bad mood,"

Drake laughed. "Oh my God Beaumont, I just realized all the women you've dated are red heads."

Maxwell smiled. "So what about it?" 

“So you do have a thing for Liv?"

"I never thought of her that way, sometimes she can be kinda scary and sexy at times." Desire crossed his eyes for a moment 

“I don’t know you all made me think how hot she can be at times, but she probably would never date me

"Never know until you try Max, Liam patted him on the back

“Let face it Max said, she always had a thing for you Rys men.

"What do you mean men? I only knew she was kind of into me."

“Max and Drake laughed, kind of, she's been in love with you forever man."

“ But after she found out your feelings for blossom, I saw her making out with Leo ."

Both Drake and Liam's mouths hang open.

“My brother always gets what he wants but just plays with women's feelings too much, I hope he's not going to hurt my friend."

They all made it back to the  palace and went there separate ways to get ready for the Gala, it was now 7pm, Liam had the chef to prepare him dinner, there would be food but they served dinner really late at this event.

He ate, then showered and got dressed, it was 9pm time for the Gala. Mia was just getting off work, he faced her, she picked up on the first ring, “Hello beautiful how was your day?" 

“It was nice, I just miss you like  crazy, I have been thinking I own my own business and Jennifer is reliable, I want to come to visit you."

 “My love, that sounds wonderful, but I didn’t want to pull you away from anything important, you told me your work was very important."

“It is but in a short time you become important to me too, you told me you had a ball to attend right?".

“Yes a fundraiser to help families living on the streets of Cordonia, we give them a home and see if we can help them get on there feet, we only help them for a year, we support them  either till  they find a job or they opt out of the program, we hate to see that happen, we start this last year we helped 10 families get on their feet, last year we only raised 6 million." 

“I will ask my dad to put in 6 million for me, I’m sure once he sees why I’m asking he’ll have no problem  with it, we've been talking for 30 minutes and you have a ball to attend."

 “I'd rather stay in my suite talking to you all night, a knock on the door, he let out a sigh sorry my love It’s my guard (Kisses) call you once I am done."

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He mingled  and  worked the room, he knew his smile could get him just about anything he wanted, he had already raised 10 million dollars this year, he thought about Mia 16 if her father gives, an older lady walked up that he had never saw before, she offered 20 million if I spent one night with her, I had to decline, after all she to old and I have a girlfriend.

 I worked the room more, Drake and Maxwell and Rashad, come over laughing, I see you sent Mrs. Ferguson." 

 “Neville actually  slept with her for her 30 mill for his father's charity event." Rashad said laughing.

“So gross I couldn’t imagine being with someone who could be my Nanna, come on I am only 26 and that lady is like 60/70." Liam said as he laughed. 

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Mia had hung up and went and showered, she hadn't washed her sheets yet that still smelled of him,  she only slept on his side of the bed, he had left a bottle of his cologne behind and she would spray a little in the air before falling asleep 

 She slept for about an hour before she heard banging on the door, it was almost five, they came in with wine coolers and food, Jen looked around. " Is your man back already?"

“I wish, sit guys I want to talk to you, Jennifer I need you guys help, I want to visit Liam, but I need someone I can trust with my baby, you both know how important my career is, but I got to be honest in a short time I’ve fallen in love with Liam .

“Love is big Mia, you just met him." Jen said.

“I know but  I have never felt this way for anyone before, sure I have loved guys but I was never in love with them." 

Her friend's mouth hung open, the sex must be good if he got you all in love, she didn’t look up at her, so you haven’t had sex?" Oh my God you really are in love."

“ Let's take your mind off this call my brother Amy, let’s play cards, Daniel came over.

 “So Dan, who's your new boy toy this week?

“Are you staying with mom again?" 

"Jen, please I'm fine, and God no I'm not staying with mom."

“I was just checking on you, I wish you would settle down and pick one guy, we all worry about you"

“Jen you start this every time you are drunk stop it, I am fine." 

 She didn’t say anything else, she took her phone out texting her mom.

The announcement caught Mia's attention. "Turn that up.

"This is Craig Shyster reporting from Corodia General hospital, we got a tip that Prince William Rys, was shot in the shoulder doing a Gala fundraiser last night and the person who shot him was shot dead on scene, right now we have no further information about the Prince condition at this time."

It was like someone punched me in the gut , I got dizzy, I was losing my mind, all flights were canceled to or from Cordonia, I got myself together, I called my father.

He could hear my voice trembling, asking what was wrong.

“Father, did you see the news about Prince William Rys?"

“Yes I saw it but what does that have to do with you?

“He’s the guy I was telling you about."

"No flights are going in or out. I need your private jet.

“Mia, that might not be a good idea, the prince just shot you in danger.

“Please father, I don't care, I need to get to the man I love."

“But you haven’t known him long and you believe you love him?"  

“Yes and he may be dying thinking I didn’t care enough to come be at his side, father please I’ll do  you want even let you put me back under your protection, I will follow whatever you want to  get me to Cordonia please."

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2 hours earlier

Olivia and Penelope made their way over to Liam smiling, “ we made 4 times the amount as last year,

 Him and Olivia walked across the room. “So I hear you met someone"

“Who told you this? 

“I can’t reveal my secrets, but if this Mia woman is what you want I wish you all the best."

“Can I ask you something  Olivia?

“Sure you can."

 “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Leo?"

“Well we didn’t tell anyone it just happened."

"I assume my father doesn’t know, and how do you feel about Leo?

“I love him, and Con knows they had a big fight about 6 months back, we were at Leo’s in California when your father visited him, but don’t  worry me and Leo will handle it."

A man walked over and handed Liam a note saying his father needs to speak with him, unknown to Liam his father had got a similar note saying Liam needed to speak with him, excuse me lady Olivia

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Drake went along as  security, they entered the room and it was dark, “I guess my father hasn’t arrived yet, they turned on the light and one of the head guards, Damien, had a gun pointed at Constantine's head.

 “Dammit what are you doing Damien?"Drank asked

“ avenging my  parents death, see  along with Olivia parents, my family should be on the throne, my brother may have failed but I won’t."

"Your old man ordered my parents alone with Olivia parents to be assassinated for fighting for what was rightfully theirs, the Rys family should have never been on the throne

"Gentleman let me tell you, your father is not a good man

Drake's eyes went wide,giving an annoyed look. What the hell is he talking about your father.

Damien could see Drake trying to figure out what he was talking about

"Oh my Mr. Walker I assume that King Constantine has never told you he’s your real father?" Am I right?" He laughed."

“What? He’s not my father you fucken psycho and never will be!"

“Drake my boy I have documents that say otherwise,  the birth certificate you have is from America but see you were born here, your father the king arranged it all, for  Jackson to adopt you and legally become your father go on ask him to tell the truth ?'

Tears were running down Drake face, "TELL THIS SONOFABITCH YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER GO ON CON FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE TELL HIM HE’S WRONG."

“Son I can’t do that, it’s all true your mother was my mistress and she got pregnant, she didn’t know who your father was me or Jackson, but the test come back 99.9 that I was your father, so I paid off American doctor to say you were born in the US, were only a week old." 

Drake fort Back his emotions, he knew he had to sort out whatever feeling he had later, right now he had to stay in professional mood and dispose of the situation at hand

"Who dies first?" they head Damien ask

"I volunteer, please just let my boys go they haven't done anything but be born into the Rys family but they are innocent."

 " I love both of you and only try to do whatever is best for you." 

"How touching."  He pulled the trigger and Liam leaped in front of his father getting shot In his Left shoulder, both Constantine and Liam hit the ground, at this time Drake has managed to get his spare gun and shooting Damien dead.

Drake took off his dress shirt asking Constantine to apply pressure to the wound, until he can get some help

Once the EMT arrived, they were led in and out through a secret tunnel, they got him to hospital quickly.

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Show You Off

Set at Liam and Riley’s first wedding anniversary, and they are trying to come up with ideas to celebrate each other. - Another OUAT one shot

Song inspiration: Show You Off by Dan + Shay

A/N 1: This is participating in @choicesflashfics week 8 and I’m using prompt 3: “I’ve never done something like this before.”

A/N 2: I’m grateful for this prompt cause it got me to actually want to finish this by the end of the prompt week. And I want to thank @queenrileyrose for pre-reading this, just earlier today!

I’m also including the designs that I also created, just cause… I had fun making them and wanted to include a visual, as basic as it may be 😅 I hope it’s not too off putting!

Warnings: Tiny bit of language and just a mention of 🍋

Word Count: 2,445 (my longest yet! 😬)

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The king and queen of Cordonia were enjoying a peaceful breakfast together in their personal quarters at the palace. Their first wedding anniversary was fast approaching, and they hadn’t discussed any plans. Riley was a ball of excitement for their upcoming milestone, but to her surprise, Liam hadn’t brought it up at all. She knew there was no way he’d forgotten, but she couldn’t hold in her excitement a minute longer.

“So..” Riley, broke their comfortable silence, “A pretty big day is coming up for us..”

Liam looked up at her with a smirk on his face, “I must say, I’m very impressed with you.” Riley had a very quizzical look on her face with his response. “I’ve been waiting for you to bring it up, here I thought you would have been talking of nothing but our wedding anniversary for the last month.” Liam smiled very brightly at the topic. Riley hurled a piece of toast at him for picking on her.

“Well excuse me for not interrupting the king’s schedule.” She laughed, completely relieved for his playful response. “So, tell me, what should we do? I’ve been dying for you to tell me there’s some great Cordonian tradition that we mustn’t be the first ones to break.”

“Heh, you always have been one to catch on quick, haven’t you, Love?” He reached over to grab her hand and peck it with a quick kiss. “Well there is one tradition, but it’s not centuries old or anything, and most certainly not something we have to do.”

“Please tell me.” Riley replied with wide excited eyes.

“It’s simple. It’s the idea that we exchange a sort of gesture rather than a gift. Like planting a tree or something of the sort for your partner.”

Riley instinctively scoffed, “I think I can do better than planting a tree for you!” Liam laughed at her instinct to declare she could do better than a tree for him.

“I take it you like the idea?”

“I love it, let’s do it.”

Liam stood from his chair and leaned down to Riley to seal the idea with a deep kiss. “Yes, let’s.”

The next day, Liam found himself in his study, wracked with thoughts about how to fulfill his end on this grand gesture tradition. He had a specific idea in mind. Something very un-Liam and the more he researched, the more he liked it. He knew his wife would be filled with shock and delight over it. He was quickly becoming more convinced on it, but he just needed to find the right design.

Suddenly, there was a quick knock on his door, and Liam called for them to enter. Drake walked into Liam’s study to catch up and check in on his best friend. Upon his entrance, he noticed Liam had laser focus on his computer screen. Liam glanced up, and once he recognized Drake, he adjusted his attention back to his desk. “Oh, hey Drake. Come on in, make yourself comfortable. What can I do for you?”

Drake did just that, but he couldn’t ignore his instinct to inquire on Liam’s current fixation. “Uh, well, you can catch me up for starters.” Drake had no idea what had him looking so serious. Liam didn’t respond assuming Drake would have no trouble helping himself to whatever he needed. “Dude! What’d you got porn on there or something? I’ve never seen a man stare at a screen so hard.”

“What? No!” Liam snapped his head up at Drake with the slightest and feigned look of offense at the comical suggestion. Drake had poured himself a finger of scotch from Liam’s bar cart and motioned, asking Liam if he’d like to join, which he did. Drake handed Liam his drink and sat down opposite him willing Liam to explain. “Well, Riley and I have our first wedding anniversary approaching, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

“Uh, huh. And so you’re.. online shopping? Doesn’t seem like you to simply buy something.”

“Astute as ever, Drake. I’m not online shopping. Riley has decided she wants to keep with tradition and exchange gestures instead of gifts.” Drake was interested and still curious where this was going. “I have an idea in mind, but.. it’s very permanent and I’m struggling to find the just right design.”

“Ok, so just exactly what is this very permanent gesture you are so unsure about?”

“Oh, I’m sure about it. I just want it to be right... Let me just say this, what is the one dare Leo gave me that I could never actually do?”

Drake shot straight up in his seat with immediate understanding and total shock. “No way! You want to get a tattoo!?”

True to form, Riley had enlisted Maxwell to help her plan this gesture gift exchange that she and Liam had agreed to. When they came up with the idea, she thought it was the brightest and best idea ever, but now here, in her own private study, she was struggling to come up with an idea. Even Maxwell had completely gushed over the tradition when she told him, but now even his over the top brain was drawing a blank. “And you’re sure you’re totally against the crotch-less panties idea?” He asked very seriously.

Riley side eyed him hard, but after a minute long stare, she shrugged and replied with a sigh, “I’ll call it plan B.” Maxwell nodded at her with pride that she put the idea on the table. “I just.. want to do a huge gesture, but also subtle.. something eternal.”

Maxwell slapped his hand and arm down on the table in a stroke of genius. “I got it!” Riley looked up at him with intrigued eyes. “You should tattoo his name on you!” Her eyes fell immediately with disappointment.

“Maxwell, I’m not even allowed to wear colorful nail polish. There’s no way I could get a tattoo.”

“Well then, get the tattoo on your ass.”

“Honestly, what am I going to do with you?” Riley said although she was secretly letting her mind wander. It’d be kinda perfect. The ass placement would be a little less than romantic as she wanted. But, his name permanently inked on her, she actually liked it. “So… just exactly where would we get all the bodily image regulations, anyway?”

Maxwell clapped his hands in excitement, “I sure as shit don’t know the official rules, but I can bet we know who does!” The next thing they knew, Riley and Maxwell found themselves in front of Bertrand.

“My dearest brother, I don’t know why, but I have always dreaded this day. Somehow, I just knew you’d lure our queen Riley into some drastic shenanigans. Little did I know you’d encourage her into a tattoo!”

“But it’s a gesture of love! And a Cordonian tradition! It’s their first wedding anniversary. And our queen wants to permanently honor our king. Hello, it’s true love!”

With Maxwell’s over excited attitude, Bertrand could only concede. “Lady Riley, if you wish to proceed, I must tell you, there are actually no restrictions on Royal bodily tattoos. You are permitted to a subtle ink job.” Riley couldn’t stop from withholding her excitement. She’d get Liam’s name tattoed on her as soon as possible, she loved the idea. She just needed to put a plan in motion.

For Liam, his plan fell into place quite easily. With Drake’s help, they found a tattoo artist that was more than willing to discreetly meet the king at the palace to get the job done. The timing worked out perfectly, three days before their anniversary date, Riley was due in Valtoria for a ribbon cutting ceremony. A usually quick appearance, but she very conveniently announced she’d stay overnight to prevent exhaustion from the quick travels.

She even assured him she’d take her time in Valtoria, and include time to make casual appearances around the area to visit the residents. It gave Liam more than enough time, it was perfect.

For Riley, she quickly finagled a side quest into her already existing planned visit to Valtoria. Maxwell was already scheduled to attend the event with her to continue with House Beaumont’s standing alliance and connection to the crown. He would help find a local shop for Riley to discreetly dip into.

Liam had already agreed to her extended stay under her guise of visiting the residents. Sure she would, including a visit to a well kept tattoo parlor. It gave her more than enough time, it was perfect.

On the day of Riley’s trip, she hastily began her travels after exchanging her affectionate goodbyes with Liam. Once Liam felt like a comfortable amount of time had passed since Riley’s departure, he had Bastien contact Mara to confirm their safe and steady passage. All seeming to be part of normal security protocol, which was of course part of Liam’s intention, but he also wanted to get started on his appointment.

Liam had decided to use his office for his in-home tattoo parlor. Drake was there to offer his moral support, and to actually see this take place.

“Are you nervous?” Drake asked, he was still in disbelief this was happening. Any time Leo wanted to win a good ‘dare-off’ with Liam, he’d end it by daring Liam to get a tattoo. Any tattoo. But Liam would never take that dare. To him it was too reckless to permanently modify his body on the whim of a dare.

“Not at all,” Liam answered with a smile.

They were cut off with a knock at the door, and Bastien entered with the tattoo artist in tow. The man was covered head to toe in ink and was extremely professional while he set up his designated station and sanitized his tools. After a while, Liam provided the design he created and showed where he wanted it placed. Liam positioned himself in the chair and the artist began his work.

Riley had finished her appearance, and she and Maxwell started to wander down the beaten path in Valtoria. Riley was relying on Maxwell to lead the way as he assured he found an appropriate place and made arrangements with the owner to accommodate the queen.

“I have the address, but aren’t we supposed to find some bright neon sign that says tattoo? I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for it”

“I wouldn’t know, believe it or not Maxwell, I’ve never done something like this before.” Riley answered with no surprise that he would be looking for something as ridiculous as that. Once Riley stepped in with navigations, they quickly found the parlor that was eagerly awaiting her arrival. The staff greeted her and directed her to the booth and artist that would be working on her. She handed over the final draft of what she wanted and laid out where she wanted it and they got started.

Liam and Riley each woke up the next morning, missing each other, but grateful for the night apart to keep their tattoos under its covering without having to explain it. Liam went into the bathroom to clean his hands and carefully uncover his tattoo with plenty of ointment available to keep the area from getting too dry. He was ecstatic with the finished work and now just had to think of how to conceal it when his wife returned home.

Riley couldn’t wait to uncover her fresh ink. She sat up in her bed in Valtoria and quickly peeled off the covering. She loved it and gently touched it to make sure it was real. In the thrill and excitement of getting the tattoo, she had momentarily forgotten what to do next with it and surprisingly, it was Maxwell that reminded her of the needed new tattoo care.

To both Liam and Riley’s surprise, it was fairly easy to conceal the gestures they created for one another. The two were usually unable to keep off each other and they both worried that their singular desire for a little more distance would raise an immediate red flag. But neither said a thing, not wanting to encourage an annoying line of questioning.

The night of their anniversary date had arrived and they enjoyed a very romantic and intimate dinner out in the capital. They were both eager to finally reveal their gestures, and Riley insisted she go first. For some reason, she was a little nervous.

“Ok, I wanted to do something to show you how proud I am of you, to be your wife, your family, your queen. I want to be with you for forever, and I want to show you that you’ll always be with me.” She raised her left hand with curled fingers up to cover her mouth. “Ready?” She asked, and then she slowly twisted her wrist outward to display the fresh ink in the form of a beautifully scripted and ornate “L.R.” on her wrist.

Liam’s eyes went wide with utter shock and delight, the very reaction he expected out of her. He was already moved with her touching declaration and his heart was bursting with affection at his initials adorned on her body. “Do.. do you like it?”

“Like it!?” His eyes darted from her wrist to her eyes, “I absolutely love it, Riley, I never imagined someone doing something like this for me. I am in awe of you.”

Riley was thrilled with his elation, but now it was her turn. “What.. do you have for me?”

“Heh, well considering what you did for me, I think you’re gonna like what I did for you.” He removed the oversized watch he had been wearing on this left hand, and set his elbow upright on the table, displaying the fresh tattoo on his wrist that read “Riley” with a gold crown just above the name on the end.

“Oh my…. Oh my God, Liam! You didn’t!” Riley couldn’t stop from covering her mouth with her hands in complete and total shock. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it to her face. “How did you…. How did you know!? Was it Maxwell, did he spill my surprise? Liam how did you possibly know? This is amazing, look at us! We match! I love it!” She was squealing with joy and excitement.

Liam laughed heartily, “I promise I did not know, it seems we share more than just a heart, we share a mind as well.” Liam got up from his seat and pulled a hefty load of cash from his wallet to drop on the table to tip the staff, and he reached and pulled Riley from her chair. “Now, we are getting out of here, and I am putting a baby in you tonight.” He said with the most devilish grin Riley had ever seen.

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[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,470 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 1.) The Next Chapter.

Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute. 

That hook was on repeat in Marquise’s mind as he got ready to start his day. They reminded him of Shanelle. Almost everything reminds him of her. Of their love and their journey through life together as husband and wife, King and Queen, and Mom and Dad. 

The last seven years have had their ups, downs, highs, lows, trials and tribulations. But through it all, they have survived and persevered. Through it all, they have always made sure to show each other love, support, and encouragement. 

In the wee hours of the morning, Marquise was up getting ready for his morning run. 

5:30 am.

That’s the time the alarm on Marquise’s phone went off. After rolling over to silence his phone, he sat up, and with a yawn and a roll of his neck and shoulders, he was out of bed. After stretching he turns his attention to the woman in his bed. The one he calls his savior, his Goddess, his true north. The woman who captured his heart so long ago. His Queen. 

Shanelle is everything that he could have ever hoped, dreamed, prayed, and wished for in a wife and mother. Every day that he spends with her as his and his alone is a day he continuously thanks God for. 

He stood up as he watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundly in their bed. He leaned over and moved a few stray strands of her hair from in front of her face. 

“Good morning my love. I'll see you after I get back from my run.” He whispered to her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

He quietly crept into his closet and changed into his workout clothes then grabbed his phone, AirPods, and Apple Watch before he left the main sleeping quarters where his wife slept and walked down the hall. 

Being a reigning Monarch is an incredible honor and opportunity. But it's not without its dangers and exceedingly high expectations, pressures, and standards. Marquise and Shanelle have an obligation to Cordonia and especially to her people. And every day they both bear the weight of it all. 

He walks until he comes to a door with a bright pink K on it. It’s his daughter’s bedroom. And right next door is the nursery where his boys are sleeping soundly. 

The whole world changed the day Kylo Jeremiah and Zyon Shomari were born. Marquise’s perfect family of 3 turned into a perfect family of 5. And he couldn't be happier. His boys have given him a new focus and purpose. 

Just outside the bedroom doors is a portrait that means more to him than all the literal gold in the family vault. It’s a portrait he took with his mother. Marquise ran a hand over the frame as he gazed at the portrait. It’s one of the most vivid memories he has of his mother when she was alive. He was 5 when she had the portrait commissioned. And sitting there to have it painted with her meant everything to him. He smiles wistfully at the painting before closing his eyes. 

“Tu me manques tellement, ma mère. J'espère vous avoir rendu fier de Moi.”, he whispered in French as he leaned his head against the frame. 

After staying for a few more seconds he stepped back then quietly opened Khari’s bedroom door. He carefully stepped into her room and stopped to look at his sleeping princess. She was curled up with her stuffed dragon Dagon and her kitten Paisley at her side. Ozzie and Belle slept diligently at the end of her bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly made his heart melt. Lightly tapping on his right thigh he woke up Ozzie. 

“Wake up Oz! We gotta go!” He whispered to his favorite canine companion. 

Ozzie slowly roused from his sleep and blinked sleepily then looked up at Marquise before slowly rising and stretching. He was careful not to wake his mate Belle or their puppies Lucky and Lady. With a shake of his head, Ozzie was at Marquise’s side. 

“Good boy Oz! Now let’s go.” 

Marquise then quietly opened the nursery door to check on his two littlest heartbeats. Ozzie’s two pups Lucky and Lady slept under each crib. As he looked at his sleeping Princes his heart did backflips. They were the most precious thing in the world to him. He ran a thumb over Kylo’s cheek the same way he did the first time he held him. It brought a tear to his eye. He still couldn't believe his sons are here and that they're real. 

He checked on Zyon the same way before exiting the nursery. 

He and Ozzie head out of the main bedroom wing and down the hall to the main staircase, where his majesty stops at a side table and grabs a leash for Ozzie before heading down the stairs and out the main entrance. When they walked out and across the lawn of the palace. When they got to the gate, Marquise put his AirPods in and took off with Ozzie for an early 10-mile  morning run. 

As his heart pumps during the run, his thoughts take him to the most recent events. Dueling with and eventually beating Drakovia in acquiring the kingdom of Gemmora. Reassigning and rezoning the newly acquired lands. As well as dealing with a small group of griping nobles. On top of everything else that comes with being a King of an entire kingdom. 

And lately, he's begun to slowly and somewhat understand why his father ruled the way he did. 

While they never got along while the elder Rys was alive, Marquise could understand why Constantine was so paranoid as King. He felt he couldn't trust anyone, much less those in his own court. He used to have strong diplomatic ties with several allied countries but that all changed after Queen Eleanor was killed. Constantine let his grief, anger, bitterness, and paranoia transform him into someone who cared for nothing but himself. 

And the kingdom suffered. The people were ready to revolt for the first time in nearly three centuries. And as a King himself, Marquise understands some of why Connie acted the way he did as King. But he refuses to rule Cordonia that way. 

7:15 am.

Marquise and Ozzie soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace. Marquise stopped just to marvel at the sight before heading back inside. 

After getting Ozzie settled, Marquise headed to his quarters where he found his wife trying to silence the alarm on her phone. He stood back quietly snickering to himself as he watched as she unsuccessfully hit her phone repeatedly. 

He finally took pity on her and silenced her alarm. She briefly looked up at him with one eye open before turning over and burying herself in their covers. 

“Now now! It's time to wake up my love.” he gently whispered in her ear.

 She groaned into her pillow.

“It's time to get up.”

“I don't want to be an adult today!” 

“You're not being an adult, my love. You’re being The Queen.”

“I don't want to do that either!” she pouted. 

“Shanelle…” his tone was firm but gentle. 

“Noooooooo…” she whined.

He shook his head at her.

“Have it your way…”

He stood up,  grabbed the covers, and yanked them off of her causing her to bolt up in their bed.

“Just the way I like to see you.”

She glared at him before throwing a pillow at him. 

“Jackass!” she sneered. 

“Now is that any way for My Queen to behave?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Of all the times for you to be a King…” she muttered as she crossed her arms. 

He smirked as he held out his hand to help her out of bed. She gave him a side-eye before he helped her out of bed and into his arms. 

“Ewwww! Get off of me!” 

“What?”

“You're all sweaty.”

“I mean I just came back from my morning run,” he said with a shrug. 

“Which means you haven't been in the shower! Yuck!” 

He snickered as he tightened his arms around her.

“Gross!”

“You like it…” he whispered before nipping at the bottom of her right ear.

“Let me go!”

He buries his face into the crook of her neck.

“You need to go get in the shower! And so do I!”

He doesn't stop. Instead, he slides one hand down her back while the other stays in the center of her back. Doing so raised goosebumps on her skin, sent chills down her spine, and caused her back to slightly arch. 

“Marquise!” she pouted.

He was thankful that she loved falling asleep in his old oversized Harvard t-shirt because it just barely covered the bottom of her ass. 

“Let me go!”

“If I do that, you’ll start pouting again.” He whispered harshly in her ear. 

She continued to squirm in his arms. It wasn't until he grabbed a handful of her ass that she finally put her foot down.

“Okay! Okay! Enough! We are not doing this! We need to go get in the shower before the munchkins wake up! Now!”

“Spoilsport…” he mutters.

“Oh shut the hell up!”

“At least you’re all hot and bothered and sweaty.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and as she went to walk past him he slapped her on her ass causing her to let out a yelp. 

“Hey! Easy on the merchandise! You break it, you’re buying me another Birkin!”

“I am not buying you another one of those overpriced handbags.”

She stalked off into the bathroom without another word. After taking a long hot, satisfying shower together, the Royal Couple were brushing their teeth when the King was feeling playful. He kept looking at his wife, who was giving him a side-eye. 

“What?” she asked with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. 

That's when he splashed her with water. 

“What the hell?!” 

“A marked improvement if I do say so myself.”

That's when she hit him in the arm. 

“Did you just hit me?”

“You just threw water at me. What do you think?” 

“That is a declaration of war!”

“So be it!” 

With a smirk, he lunged at her with her barely getting out of the way. The two spent several minutes giggling with her dodging him. He finally caught her and hoisted her up onto his shoulders. 

“Put me down!”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Marquise you put me down this instant!”

“Did you ask nicely?”

She started flailing over his shoulder. 

“PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!”

Try as she might, Shanelle couldn't get free. 

“You know, your hair is still wet, how about a little spin dry?”

“MARQUISE DON’T YOU DARE!”

“And away we go!”

With that, he spun around with her over his shoulders. When he stopped both were breathless and laughing.  

“You are such an asshole!” she said while laughing and trying to catch her breath. 

“Made you laugh.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“I hate you sometimes.” 

“I love you too.”

He held her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“I gotta get ready and so do you.”

“Okay. May I escort you to your closet milady?” he asked, holding a hand out to her. 

“I'd be honored, milord,” she replies. 

They walked to her closet hand in hand. After getting ready first, His Majesty went to get their children ready but was beaten to the punch. Margo had already gotten Khari dressed. 

“Good morning my King,” she said as she greeted him. 

“Good morning Mom. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home resting from your latest round of treatments.” 

Margo waved him off. 

“I'm fine son. Besides, I am my grandchildren's attendant. It's my job to get them ready in the morning. 

“Grammy helped me pick out my outfit for school today. See?” Khari said with a twirl.

“I see my love. You look beautiful.” Marquise says to his daughter before turning his attention back to his adopted mother, “You really should be resting Mom. Doctor's orders.”

“And again my son, I am fine.”

“You're walking with a cane. You’re not fine.”

Margo gave him a look he's become all too familiar with. 

“Okay fine. But if your oldest son starts complaining about you still working again I'm not getting involved.”

Margo smiled warmly. 

“Duly noted my love.”

“Now if you two lovely ladies will excuse me. I have two twins to get dressed.”

With a sweet kiss to both Margo and Khari, Marquise walked out of his daughter's room and into the nursery. His two little boys were already awake and playing with their toys. 

“Good morning my little loves. Let's get you two ready for the day,” he said to them. 

He individually got the boys ready. Taking time to talk to and sing to them. With them trying to clap and sing with him. After getting the boys ready and meeting Shanelle in the hallway, it was time for breakfast them to see Khari off to school. 

“Bye Mommy!” Khari said as she hugged her mother. 

“Bye, baby girl. Have a good day at school.”

“Bye Daddy! I love you!” she said to her Daddy. 

“I love you too, my love. I'll see you later.” 

Khari even said goodbye to her brothers. 

“Bye, boys! I'll see you later!” she said as she waved at the twins who waved back as best they could. 

“Are you ready my darling?” Margo asked Khari. 

“Yup. I'm ready.”

“Come along now. Let's get you off to school.”

With that, Khari was out the door and on her way to school. 

“And now my day starts,” Marquise says to his wife. 

“Okay. I'll take these two mini ones and we’ll see you at lunch a little later. 

“I'll see you all later.”

With a sweet kiss to his wife, Marquise was off to start his day as King. This became the new normal for the Royal Couple. On top of ruling a kingdom, they have children to raise. He rules the kingdom. She runs the family. Together they balance each other out. They love, support, and encourage each other. 

As he walked to his office, Marquise found himself humming the hook that has been playing in his head all day. 

“Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute.”

Their journey like everything else in their life continues. 

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[houseofwynmont]

We begin our look into the Royal Family's history by discussing Charlotte Wynmont, Princess Charlotte's namesake.

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[harleybeaumont]

Love Me The Way I Am- Book 1

Chapter 14

Pairings: Maxwell x Harley (MC), Drake x Liam (implied)

Book: TRR Book 2

Synopsis- After King Liam proposes to Madeleine, Harley and Maxwell grow closer while they attempt to uncover who’s behind her blackmail. Maxwell is hiding a medical condition he’s kept secret for most of his life. Due to his father constantly berating Maxwell during his youth, he believes no one will ever love him.. until Harley comes along and he dares to hope. 

A/N- This somewhat follows along with the events in TRR Book 2. I have removed/added certain events to go along with my story! Harley Hughes is my character who is based loosely off of Riley. The other characters belong to PB.

Warnings- language, drinking, sensuality, some NSFW

18+ only

Word count- 1,140

Catch up here

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF Book 1. Book 2 will be out soon! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, or re blogged my story! I appreciate you so much!

Three days and many tests later Maxwell was ready to be released from the hospital. The whole time he was there, Harley never left his side. They talked a lot about his diabetes and he taught her everything he knew. 

“So I wear an insulin pump- well, the thing I wear on me is called a pod, and the controller for it is what I call the pump- I change it every three days, so I don't have to give myself shots every time I eat. I usually put it on my stomach or arms or legs. And this is my glucose monitor that I have to change every ten days. It tells me what my blood sugar is constantly, so I don't have to prick my finger..” Maxwell paused as he saw her frantically writing, “Are you taking notes? That's freaking adorable.”

Harley was so happy. It felt so good to have him finally share this with her. She knew it had to be strange for him, since he had been keeping it a secret for basically his whole life. “How did I never feel them on you? Like when we hugged or danced.”

Maxwell shrugged, “I've gotten pretty good at hiding it. I guess I made sure never to let you get close to whatever part of my body I put them on.”

“So.. who else knows?” 

“Liam and Drake, and their families..  I think Hana may have suspected something because she's asked me some strange questions before.” 

“That's so sad Max- feeling like you have to keep it a secret. It's nothing to be ashamed of. There are so many people in the world who have Type 1 diabetes…” She hugged him tightly. “I'm so sorry your dad made you feel like there was something wrong with you.”

 She booped his nose. “You are perfect.”

Maxwell smiled sadly. “Thanks.. You've been amazing, learning everything. I was worried that you wouldn't want anything to do with me if you found out. Deep down I know it's not something to be ashamed of, but..”

“But your dad..” Harley shook her head.

He shrugged. “He told me my whole life that I should get used to being alone. That I would just be a burden to everyone.”

Harley was sick to her stomach. She wanted to go knock the shit out of his dad. If he wasn't in a coma, I would fuck him up. Wait, that feels wrong.. Eh, who cares. Fucking bastard. 

“So that's why you were always checking your phone. And why you always ate candy! Your blood sugar was low..” She gasped, “that's why you never let me see you without a shirt! You didn't want me to see your insulin pump or glucose monitor.”

“Yep. Jeez, I didn't realize I made you worry so much.”

She snuggled up with him in his hospital bed. “That's just what happens when you love someone.” She looked up and kissed him and he tenderly cupped her cheek.

Bertrand walked into the room. “The nurse is getting the discharge paperwork ready and then we can- Oh good lord, not again.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” Harley smirked as she pecked him on the lips once more. 

Bertrand had been surprisingly accepting about the whole thing, considering the fact that for the past six months, he had been training her to be a queen and marry Liam. She guessed that seeing his brother in a coma, softened him up a bit. Also, maybe the fact that he was there the entire time they confessed their love to each other. She honestly had forgotten all about him the minute she saw Maxwell wake up.

Once they were discharged from the hospital and got back to their hotel room, Harley's phone chimed with a text:

     Hana- ‘Are the three of you together right now?’

     ‘Yes..’

     Hana- ‘I'm sending you a link. You need to watch it immediately..’

They all looked at each other nervously as the video loaded.

On the screen, she saw Tariq standing in front of a podium sweating. “I am here today.. to uh.. I'm here today to set the record straight. Lady Harley Hughes did nothing wrong the night that the photographs were taken. Someone gave me a note saying that my room had been changed to hers.  When I walked in and saw her.. Um, undressed, I arrogantly assumed that she was trying to make advances on me. She.. definitely made it clear that she was not. I am not sure why this happened or who is responsible for it, but Lady Harley has been unjustly accused and was forced to drop out of the competition as a result. That is all I will say for now. Thank you. “

Bertrand, Maxwell, and Harley looked at each other in shock. “Finally!!” Harley whooped.

Maxwell jumped up and spun Harley around. “Hell ya!”

She quickly dialed Hana and put her on speaker. “Hana, oh my god!”

“I know!” Hana laughed.

“How did this happen? Surely Olivia didn't track him down because it didn't look like his nose had been broken!” 

“It was Drake and Liam! After they left the hospital that day, they found him and forced him to make a statement!”

“Aww! God, I love them so much!” Harley's heart was so full. “I love you all so much! Even you Bertrand!” She tweaked his nose and he rolled his eyes.

Hana laughed, “Aw Harley we all love you too!” She lowered her voice, “So how are things going with Maxwell?” She giggled, “When are you two gonna.. You know?”

Harley blushed and coughed loudly, “Hana you're on speaker!”

Hana paused, then spoke flatly, “Oh. Well it was nice speaking with all of you. Goodbye.”

Bertrand closed his eyes and shook his head. “On that note, I am definitely leaving. Congratulations on clearing your name Harley.”

She sat next to Maxwell and they looked away from each other shyly. He broke the silence. “So I can't believe that it's finally done!”

“I know! This has been a pretty great day.” She smiled at him.

“You wanna do anything before we go home tomorrow? Bingo night?” Max laughed and nudged her arm.

She pulled him down next to her on the bed. “How about we stay in and chill for the day? You need your rest.” 

*Beep.. Beep.. Beep*. Maxwell's low glucose alarm beeped a warning.

Harley sat up. “But first, let's get you something to eat!”

Maxwell smiled brightly as she pulled out a pack of crackers and a bottle of orange juice. He was so overwhelmed that he thought his heart might burst. Maxwell’s eyes filled with tears and he hugged her tightly. It felt so good being able to share himself with her- the real him, with no secrets. Harley loved him.. Just the way he was.

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[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Serious question for any fans of TRR/H and RoE:

How many years do you think are between Leo and Liam? Do we have a general consensus? 🤔

#inquiring minds want to know #trr fanfic #trr #choices #trr fandom #rules of engagement #prince leo #leo rys #king liam #liam rys #cordonia

[alextaym]

I got to see National Library of the Czech Republic in Prague aka Cordonian palace library 😍

Unfortunately did not meet Liam there 😂

#prague #national library #cordonia #choices #palace #Národní knihovna České republiky #czech republic

[angelasscribbles]

Maximum Frustration: A One-Shot

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

Word Count: 2,347

A/N: This is from my prompt ask list/wheel event. This ask is from @alj4890: Max x Steamy fluff x Jealousy

My other stuff: Master List.

“What's up with you and Beaumont?” Drake asked as he spun me around in his arms so that my back was pressed against his body as we danced.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…. You two are always together, always laughing about something that none of the rest of us quite get, and then there’s the way he's always staring at you.”

“How is he always staring at me?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

A low, rumbly laugh spilled out of him as he tugged my body tighter against his, bringing his mouth to my ear, “Like he wants to devour you.”

“Oh, no, you’re wrong.” I told him, “We're just friends.”

“You sure about that?” Drake asked, “because if looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead right now.”

I glanced up and scanned the room.

There he was, in a darkened corner of the bar I had drug everyone to, arms folded across his chest, the expression on his face damn near murderous.

Well, wasn’t that interesting?

I had caught him watching me several times with Liam. But he always looked away when I tried to catch his eye. I knew he felt duty bound by honor and friendship to ignore whatever spark was between us, because of Liam, his friend and future king.

But it wasn't Liam that was touching me right now, it was Drake. And Max looked anything but pleased.

For once, he didn’t look away. In fact, his gaze burned into me with a white-hot intensity as we locked eyes. A slow, seductive grin spread across my face as I recognized that look.

He was jealous.

I'd been using the wrong man to provoke him.

I already knew I could have Drake anytime I wanted. The proof of it was pressed up against my backside as we swayed and moved to the music. He wasn't even trying to hide his arousal. He was always interested, but he wasn’t usually this obvious about it. It was probably the result of too much whiskey consumption.

It was Drake’s birthday and Liam had made sure the drinks were flowing freely and liberally.

I rested one hand on Drake’s arms that were wrapped around my waist and snaked the other one back to sink into his hair as my hips undulated in time with his.

My eyes stayed locked on Max.

The feel of Drake’s body pressed against mine, the way Max’s eyes were burning into me and the knowledge that Liam was somewhere right on the other side of the room conspired to send sharp, searing desire plunging through me.

I wanted all three of them if I’m being honest. And who wouldn’t? They were all three hotter than the ninth level of hell.

Cordonia, land of the hot men. Hallelujah and amen.

But if I were forced to choose, if I had to say whom I felt a more…emotional connection with….well, that would be Max, hands down. Not even a question. I’d spent more time with him than anyone else. Drake was right about that. We were always together, mostly because he was my sponsor.

But honestly? He was smart and funny and attentive. He made me laugh, he had all the best dance moves and he listened to me when I talked. Like, really listened.

And he was the reason I had come here. I mean yes, technically I was here to compete for the hand of a prince. But I got on that plane because Max asked me to. I would never tell him no... About anything. Not that he seemed to be aware of that fact.

The song ended and I disentangled myself from Drake against his protests, “Ah, come on, Brooks, one more dance? It’s my birthday!”

“Maybe later.” I laughed as I excused myself, shooting a sultry glance over my shoulder at Max as I made my way to the lady’s room.

Max was waiting for me in the dimly lit hallway when I came out.

He grabbed me by the arm and drug me into small storeroom, “You want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing out there?”

“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence.

“You know exactly what I fucking mean! You're out there letting Drake put his hands all over you! You're not here for him, you know that right?”

I fluttered my eyelashes demurely as I responded, “But it's his birthday.”

“It’s his…are you fucking serious right now? You’re here for Liam!”

“Am I?”

“What? Yes! Of course, you are! That’s why I brought you here!”

I stepped closer to him. So close that I could feel the body heat radiating off him. He took a step back, stumbling into the wall behind him.

I walked my fingers up his chest as I leaned in and asked, “Is it?”

He visibly swallowed.

“Y-yes! Why else?”

I searched his eyes for a moment. He was lying.

My breath caught in my throat at the desire I saw there. I had wanted him before. I had wanted him for a while, but the restrained desire swirling in those cobalt blue eyes sent an electric shock thrilling through me that threatened to bring me to my knees.

Maybe it was the alcohol and loud music. Maybe it was the pheromones from all the sweaty, horny people writhing on the dance floor, or maybe it was months of deprivation, months of spending my days in close proximity to him, months of watching Penelope throw herself at him, months of lonely nights in my empty bed, months of him invading my dreams and pushing his way into my thoughts every time my fingers slipped between my legs, months of his name on my lips when I pushed myself over the edge.

Whatever the reason, I suddenly knew that I couldn’t go back to pretending that I didn’t want him. I needed him and I needed him right then and there.

It was time to push some buttons and see what happened.

“Okay, then.” I dropped my hand and stepped away, “In that case, guess I’ll get back out there and give the birthday boy what he really wants!”

I hadn’t taken more than two steps toward the door before he was in front of me, blocking the way, “The fucking hell you will!”

“Why do you care, Max?” I challenged. “And before you answer, be advised that if your answer has anything about Liam in it, I am one hundred percent fucking Drake tonight.”

That should do it.

“Goddamn it, Riley!”

“What?”

He reached out for my arm again, jerking me forward so hard my body crashed into his and we both stumbled.

He caught me, both arms wrapping around me as I collided with him.

I tilted my head back to look at his face and found his lips almost touching mine. He didn’t let go, but he also didn’t move any closer.

I could see the war waging behind his eyes.

He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

He was still trying to resist.

“You can’t sleep with Drake!” His voice was low, rough, almost pleading.

My arms circled his neck, one hand buried itself in his hair as I asked him, “Why not?”

His entire body froze, “What are you doing?”

I ran a finger along his jaw to his lips as my tongue darted out to lick my own. “This.”

I leaned in and up, slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop me if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

I brushed my lips gently across his.

His grip around my body tightened, “Riley….are you sure?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I whispered.

His tongue slid into my mouth, moving slowly, gently at first. I leaned into it. My eyes fluttered closed as I let myself drown in that kiss, his mouth warm, his lips soft, his tongue demanding.

A soft moan escaped him as I felt him stiffen against me. I ground myself into him. His entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, “Riley! We can’t-“

“We can!” I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear.

“Fuuuuuck!” He breathed out as his head tipped back.

“I’m frustrated Max, the shit you guys do to me isn’t fair!”

“Wh…what do you mean?”

“I mean…the three of you are constantly hovering around me…getting in my personal space, holding me close when we dance, touching me, whispering in my ear, kissing me-“

His head snapped up, “You’ve kissed Drake?”

“Shhhh…we’re not talking about Drake right now.”

“But-“

“I’m tired of being teased and I need one of you to do something about it!” I brought my mouth back to his ear so he could feel my warm breath as I murmured, “I want it to be you. I desperately want it to be you, Max.”

He pushed me away shaking his head, “We can’t-“

Frustration pinged through me. “I want it to be you. But if you don’t want to, then I’m sure Drake-“

I never finished that sentence.

He moved faster than I’ve ever seen him move. His body slammed into mine and he pinned me to the wall.

“You’re not fucking Drake!” He growled as all his inhibitions melted away like cotton candy in the rain.

His hands were everywhere. His mouth trailed fiery kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, dropping to the cleavage that was spilling from the top of my low cut little black dress.

Everywhere he touched me, my body burned, thrummed, ignited. I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged his head down as I arched my body up toward him. “I need you inside me, Max, please.”

His eyes closed as a visible shiver ran through him, “Jesus, Riley, what are you doing to me?”

“Whatever I want.” I said as I fumbled at his zipper.

“Fuck!” His body pitched forward, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as I wrapped my hand around him.

“Do you want me, Max?” I asked as my hand slid up and down his shaft.

“Yes, I want you! I’ve always wanted you! I just…I didn’t think….”

I shimmed out of my panties and the end of that thought was lost in a series of incomprehensible sounds as he lifted me off the ground and found my entrance, slick and ready.

“Max.” I whimpered as my legs locked around him and my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Harder.”

I was so close already. I had been teetering on a razors edge for days.

His breathing was ragged in my ear, the sweet, musky scent of him filled my nostrils, the salty tang of his sweat coated my tongue as I licked it from his skin.

Darkness clouded the edges of my visions as a spine curving orgasm ripped through my body, spiraling out from my core and burning through every nerve ending I possessed.

His mouth covered mine to muffle the sounds and I immediately spilled over the edge again.

He broke the kiss as he pushed into me harder, faster, his fingers digging into my flesh deeper, then he was pulsing inside me, our bodies pressed together, my arms and legs still locked around him.

Several long minutes passed before he moved back, and my body slid down the wall as I unlocked my legs and stood back on my feet.

When his eyes met mine, he seemed unsure. “Was that…was that okay?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me, “That was more than okay, Max! It was fucking amazing!”

His eyes gazed into mine searchingly.

“What?” I asked as I stepped back into my panties.

“Nothing.” He said quickly as he tucked things back in and zipped up his pants, “Just…what was that?”

“Um…that was sex, Max.”

“No, yeah, I know. But I mean….was that all it was?”

“I don’t know.” I said carefully, “Do you want it to be more?”

Hope chased across his face, followed by fear then resignation, “I…don’t think I have any right to want anything from you.”

“Why not?”

“I brought you here for Liam.”

“Did you?” I asked for the second time.

“I…” He hesitated then seemed to come to a decision. Drawing in a deep breath his words tumbled out in a rush, “Not really. It was the only excuse I could come up with to get you on that plane. I’d just met you, but I already knew that I couldn’t let you walk out of my life! Not if I could help it. These last few months have been both the best and worst of my life. Watching you with Liam….”

“Hey.” I cupped his cheek and turned his face toward me, “I only got on that plane because you asked me too.”

His face lit up as hope radiated from it, “Really?”

“Really.”

“I know it probably seems ridiculous, but you’ve become my best friend and I…I love you, Riley!” He flushed a deep crimson.

Butterflies erupted in my chest. I blinked back tears as the biggest smile I’ve ever felt spread across my face, “You love me?”

He nodded then dropped his eyes to the floor.

“Oh, Max. I love you too!”

“You do?” He asked in disbelief.

“I do. I just thought….I mean, Penelope….”

His mouth dropped open, “You thought I was interested in Penelope?”

“Maybe….” 

She was always all over him every chance she got.

Fucking Penelope.

He thew his head back and laughed at that. “No.”

“No?”

He shook his head for emphasis, “Not even a little. I am one hundred and ten percent yours!”

He leaned down and placed a soft, gentle kiss on my mouth. My fingers flew to my lips with a happy sigh as he drew away.

“So, what do we do now?” He asked.

I knew what he meant.

“Nothing tonight. Let everyone have their fun. Tomorrow I’ll withdraw from the social season.”

“You don’t have to do that!” He exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, I do.” I replied as joy suffused my heart, “I’ve already found my prince, and it’s you.”

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[marcewlla]

*Any fun and chaotic thing happening in TRH*

Liam : heh maybe this could be a new tradition for cordonia

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[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 03.31.24

Is it me you're looking for? Yes, I know I've been M.I.A. for a bit, but you guys I'm really trying to upper level adult here. I have decided I'm going to buy a house. So I have hired a realtor and have started the process. When my lease is up again, I WILL be moving into my home.

Let's see if I remember how to set one of these up!

Original post 03/31/24 at 8:02PM EST

Chapter 9: Riley Brooks's Day Off

The Series: Life of Riley Book 2

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Riley (Liam x F!MC)

Status: Still in the writing process

Since the challenges Constantine had been coming up with weekly for the suitors were getting a lot of publicity for the crown, the suitors met weekly for a meeting with a PR specialist to make sure they had the crown’s best interests in everything they did. They also passed out weekly itineraries of what the Suitors would be doing. Did it ever reveal any events they would be participating in? No, but that their sponsor would be revealing the new task and prize for that week."

Riley thumbed through the itinerary, once than again looking confused.

“Is something wrong Lady Riley?”

“Jenna, my booklet seems to be missing a page. I have nothing for Friday’s itinerary .”

“Actually no you’re not. None of you are. Since I've just been brought into this role, I know you ladies are going through a lot being thrust into the public eye in this magnitude. Lady Riley, you for example, you are coming to us from America and have no experience with dealing with the nobility on a daily basis, and are completely learning how to navigate court successfully from scratch. I recognize this to be quite the experience. The potential reward of all of this is indescribable, but you all need breathing moments for mental and physical wellbeing. We are building in “off days” to your schedule to do what you want with it, a recharge day of sorts, or a mental health day if you will.”

“Well if you’re weak you need days off. I will spend my time training.” Olivia chimed in.

“If that is how you want to spend your day Olivia, there are no wrong answers, it’s free to do whatever you want, as long as you enjoy it.”

That evening:

“Of course, you would have an off day when I’m out of the country.” Liam sounded genuinely disappointed.

“I know I thought about that too.”

“Take it as an opportunity Riley, do some exploring, sleep in a little bit, we both know you like your sleep. Relax. You know, life moves really fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

“You’re completely right Liam. Thanks.”

“Sounds like you have a plan.”

“I do.”

When she hung up with him, she called Maxwell.

“What’s up Little Blossom?”

“I need your help.”

WIP 2

Part 3: Spice Spice Baby

Series: Not officially one: Previous Parts include: Cinnamon Spice and Everything Nice

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Bebe (Liam x F!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process

I have never required that much sleep. There has always been something so peaceful about the world at night for me. I glanced at her once more before getting out of bed. She was soundly sleeping and didn’t even stir from her slumber as I rose. A good mattress will do that, and honestly I think she needed the rest. I slipped on my pajama pants and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Night time was when I did my best thinking, and the thought crossed my mind that the two of us would be able to pull off this ruse with my coworkers. Bebe really did seem invested to make “us work.” Or maybe she was invested in the paycheck.

“Was my snoring keeping you awake?”

Bebe was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, resting her hip on the frame, her robe loosely tied.

“You don’t snore.”

“And you,” she gently tapped my nose with her pointer finger, “are a liar.”

“I wasn’t lying, I didn’t hear you snoring, or if you were, you weren’t disturbing me.”

“Why are you up, Liam?”

“Why are you up, Bebe?”

She quirked her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I rarely sleep through the whole night, I’m always up for a bit.”

“Why?”

Her stare from across the room was almost piercing my soul.

“Therapist was not one of your duties I'm paying you for in our contract.”

She looked surprised, but more importantly, hurt by my remark. In a split second I had turned her into a business arrangement that she was a prostitute, that I was paying for a service.

“Oh, well you’re paying me a handsome sum, therefore I feel like I should be anything you need me to be at the moment. I’ll just….”

I had hurt her feelings, and snapped at her, and I didn’t even know why, and the look in her eyes, I didn’t want to ever see that again.

“Life.” I called out to her before she was out of the room. Bebe immediately stopped and turned to face me.

“I can relate to that. Do you mind if I just sit up with you for a bit then?”

“No, not at all.”

Bebe settled into the couch next to me. She didn’t say a word, but I found her silence and non-judgment strangely comforting.

WIP 3

Part 4

Series: The Vampires Live On

The Book: TRR

The Pairing: Liam x Riley (in this decade Gabriel x Alice in the past)

Status: Still in the writing process

“We’re here.”

“I really didn’t think it would be this clean here. I know what you said, but looking at the other graves along the way here, I expected the same condition.”

“You know, I can be very persuasive, and keeping in contact as the groundskeeper’s changed over the years, very important in this. “

“I didn’t think they would be buried side by side.”

“Because that didn’t matter here, and since he died, protecting the two of you, his family wanted nothing to do with him.”

“Poor Max. He was such a good sweet guy. What we were, or not completely, never mattered to him.”

I placed the small flower arrangement into the vase at his grave.

“I have missed you dear friend,”

“I’m going to give you some time alone with your sister and friend.”

“You can stay.”

“No, I’ve been with you for an eternity, you have not had any time with her or him since that night. I want you to have some time alone with them. You deserve that.”

“Thank you, Liam.”

Even though the space around her grave was clean, I found myself picking up and pushing the few leaves and debris away to make her area more pristine.

I sat down in the grass in front of her grave and closed my eyes, letting the emotions of finally being here with her again wash over me.

“Hi Clara. I have missed you so much.”

WIP 4

Chapter 17: Finale Part 4: The Wedding

Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎

The Book: TRH & Beyond

Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Elle x M!OC) / Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

Final exams for Liberty had ensured that she wouldn’t be able to come to Greece early to take part in some of the pre-wedding festivities that Elle had planned. Elle felt guilty that Liberty would be missing her graduation from the Crown Academy to come to her wedding; her father had wanted to pull some strings for Liberty, but Elle declined, citing the importance of her education, though she did want her there.

Elle smiled as she panned the camera around the back yard.

"I really wish I was there Ellie."

"I really wish I was there. Libby! Look at you in your cap and gown. Father and I stepped away for a bit to watch the live feed of the baccalaureate."

"Thanks Ellie."

"For what?"

"Just making an effort. I can't wait to see you and everyone."

“Does that include Michail? He looked so sad when I told him you would not be here tonight.”

A slow smile crept over Liberty’s face.

“He looks sad?”

Elle laughed, “You’re clearly not about that.”

“Did he dance with any other girls?”

“Just one.”

“Who?”

Elle’s smile widened.

“Only me, when he could pull me away from Nico, all he talked about was you. He really likes you Libby.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, and he can’t wait to see you tomorrow and neither can I.”

“Neither can I!”

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[queenmiarys]

Book:TRR/TRH

Series: Crossed

Maxwell, Juliana and their son Julian

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[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Love Everlasting.

A/N: I had a different name and plot for this fic over a year ago. But after being in the RP community for more than a year, I've decided to write the current Royal Life of my favorite OTP.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 7,250 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

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Every so often the chapters will be or include flashbacks. This is just the first flashback.

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How It's Going vs How It Started.

Once again it was The Queen vs The Princess. And Marquise had to decide which side he was on. The Royal Family was hosting a dinner and Khari and Shanelle were fighting over The Princess saying she wasn't going.

“No!”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no!”

Shanelle looked around like she was hearing things.

“Did you just tell me no?”

“You have ears right?”

“Little girl…I think you're forgetting who I am and who you are.”

“I know who I am. I'm you. Only better.”

“Of all the times for you to be a 4-year-old brat…”

“From what Grammy and Pop Pop say you were an even bigger brat than I am.”

Marquise choked on his water when Khari stomped her right foot challenging her mother. A trait she most definitely got from her.

“Marquise if you don't get your daughter!”

The King let out a deep sigh.

“Princess. Come here.”

Khari looked at her father before walking over to him and climbing into his lap.

“Now I understand that you don't want to go to the ball, but you know you have to.”

“But!”

He put a gentle finger to her lips.

“You know you can't be by yourself.”

“But King ElI smells funny. And Princess Octavia is always mean to me.” she pouted.

He hated to see his daughter pout.

“Believe me, your mother and I don't like being around them either. Especially Queen Vanda.”

“I forgot about her," Khari muttered.

“I haven't.” Shanelle quipped.

“Do you remember what happened the last time they were here?”

“Queen Vanda ruined one of mommy’s favorite dresses when she spilled her drink on it?”

“Mmmhmm. And do you remember what your mother did?”

Khari started to giggle.

“Mommy accidentally dropped her dessert on her?”

Marquise snickered before leaning in conspiratorially.

“Between you and me, that wasn't really an accident.”

“She had it coming…” Shanelle said nonchalantly.

“Mommy!”

“What? She did! You know how much I loved that dress.”

“But why do we have to host them, Daddy?”

Marquise thought for a second.

“Well, you know the Nintendo Switch you have?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“Well, the kingdom of Gemmora is a major supply hub for Nintendo. A lot of the computer chips that they produce go into many of the Nintendo gaming systems.”

“I didn't know that.”

“Daddy has known that for years.”

“So King Eli doesn't want one to be open here?”

“He doesn't want one to open anywhere else outside of Japan and Gemmora.”

“Well, that's not fair.”

“I know.”

“Is that why we're hosting them?”

“Yes, my angel. This dinner we're hosting is in hopes to get King Eli to open up to the idea of Nintendo opening a manufacturing plant here.”

“And if we have a plant here, that means I can get a new Switch for my birthday and Christmas right Daddy?”

Shanelle snorted.

“When did I say that?”

“You haven't…yet.”

“Anyway, now you know why it's important that we host this ball. Even though none of us want to.”

“But why do it at all?”

“Well, because sometimes as Monarchs we have to do certain things that we might not necessarily like or agree with. Hosting this dinner might not benefit us per se. But it will benefit our people.”

“Does that include my friends?”

“Yes. Including your friends.”

Marquise thought for a second.

“Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. If you go get dressed, and we all survive this dinner, we'll have a bedtime snack of your choice. How about that?”

Khari put on a thoughtful look that melted the King’s heart.

“Okay, Daddy. I'll go get ready.”

“That's my girl. But first, you owe your mother an apology for your behavior.”

Khari nodded before looking at her mother.

“I'm sorry Mommy. Do you forgive me?”

“Apology accepted. Now go get dressed.”

Khari kissed her father on the cheek before she got down to hug her mother then ran off to go get ready.

“I don’t know how you do it but you do it.”

Marquise snickered.

“Tactical negotiations my Queen. They're not just for dealing with hostile nations and kingdoms you know.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“As for you my gorgeous wife” he asks as he wraps his arms around her, “how are you feeling?”

“So far I'm alright. No early pregnancy symptoms yet.”

“Good. Very good.” he said before he kissed her. “So let us go get dressed as well. It's bad decorum for the hosts to be late.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

That's how it’s going. Let's look at how it started between The King and Queen.

Their engagement caused quite the stir. The Crown Prince Of Cordonia is marrying The Princess From Brooklyn. Sounds like a fairytale right? But you know what they say? All that glitters ain’t gold. Their engagement was a cover for an arranged marriage between their fathers. It happened when Shanelle was only 6 months old and Marquise was 2 years old. Their betrothal was made in effort to unify a struggling Cordonia as one. And as much as Shanelle didn’t want it to happen, she couldn’t stop it. And neither could he.

His dream was to be Cordonia’s Prime Minister. But when he found out about Shanelle and their betrothal he had to shift his thinking. Being Prime Minister was out. If he was to marry her, he had to be King. His new dream almost didn't happen thanks to her not wanting to have anything to do with him. He met her for the first time when he made an unexpected trip to visit her at home in New York. He was standing in her living room.

“Hello, Princess. How are you?”

“So you’re the one I'm stuck with?”

When he turned around and they made eye contact the sparks flew between them.

“If by that you mean your future husband, then yes I'm the one you’re stuck with.”

Shanelle stood there in the doorway annoyed by him.

“Great. I got matched with a fucking comedian.”

He shrugged.

“Call me ComicView.”

“Yeah, no.”

Something about her fire intrigued him.

“Well, aren't you fiery?”

“Don't get too close, you might get burned.”

“Oh, I assure you I can handle the heat.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Why are you here?”

He walked closer to her and she had to control her racing heart rate.

“I've heard so much about the Princess of Brooklyn that I had to see for myself. No one told me how beautiful you would be in person.”

When he got closer, she couldn't resist the temptation to look him up and down. Especially after he kissed the back of her left hand.

“Wrong hand. For a royal, you would think you'd know which hand to kiss. Left hand means a woman is married. And the right hand means she's available. You kissed my left hand, which is the wrong one.”

“No, I definitely had the right one.”

“I'm single.” she hissed.

He smirked as he pinned her between his body and the door frame. The look in his eyes made her body hot.

“Not anymore.” he said as he tilted her chin up so she looked up at him, “As of today, you belong to me.”

“I am not your property!”

“You're right. You’re not my property. You’re much better than that.” he said before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Shanelle…you are My Queen.”

The next night Shanelle couldn't wait to get together with her best friends The Fab Babes for a Friday girl’s night and Chinese at her place.

“Alright! We have food from Szechuan Palace, we have an endless supply of wine, we have my dad's new flat screen, and we have movies!” she said as she laid out the food.

“We should start with–” Nina said before Shanelle cut her off.

“WE ARE NOT WATCHING JURASSIC PARK!”

“You’re such a hater!”

“Bitch I will throw off the top of the Empire State Building! Don't fuck with me!”

“Okay break it up you two. Can we get back to eating now?” Chutney asked.

“Yeah yeah. Besides, I got news for y'all.”

Shanelle gave the girls a rundown of meeting the Prince the day before.

“HE DID WHAT?!” Chutney shouted.

“Yup. Walked right into my momma’s house and demanded to see me.” Shanelle replied.

“Bitch you lying!” Robin told her.

“Nope. He stood in the middle of her living room floor and said he was not leaving.”

“Holy shit!” Dee quipped.

“Where were you?” Robin asked.

“Knowing her she was probably sleeping,” Nina answered.

Shanelle sucked her teeth at Nina before throwing a fortune cookie at her.

“You know she's right, Nelle.” Bronwyn said.

“Shouldn't you be operating on a puppy or something?”

“Wait! Is he here?” Aly asked.

The girls looked towards the hallway and Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“No, he's not here. He's at the Cordonian Embassy, Something about not telling his dad he was coming to town.”

“So what does he look like Nelle?” Bron asks.

Shanelle groaned.

“Here we go…”

“He's short, isn't he?” Chut asks.

“Is he ugly?” Rob asks.

“Maybe he has a voice that sounds like Michael Jackson’s!” Aly says.

“Nina, what do you think?” Dee asks.

“She laid eyes on him and fell in love. What else?” Nina deadpanned.

“I did not!”

“Okay fine. You didn't fall in love with him the minute you saw him. But you do want him to fuck your brains out. Is that better?”

“Ooh!” the girls say in unison before looking at Shanelle who stabs at her food.

“Ugh! I need a new set of friends. Y’all suck.”

“Love you!” the girls say.

“So is Nina right?” Dee asks.

“…not exactly," Shanelle mutters into her food.

“Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?” Chut asks.

“It means she's been dickamitized.” Bron says.

Shanelle glared daggers at her.

“Scuse me?! You have no room to talk about ANYBODY being dickamitized. Because if Lo walked through that door right fucking now, there’d be a puddle at your damn feet.” Shanelle snapped back at her.

“I–“

“Shut it Lenny Williams!”

“Be nice Nelle. It’s not every day that you crush on your patient.” Rob teased.

Bron groans.

“Rob…not you too.”

“Never mind the fact that said patient is your friend’s baby brother…” Shanelle adds.

“Okay damn I get it!”

“So what is he like?” Aly asks.

“Bossy as hell.” Shanelle replied.

“What?!” the girls said in feigned shock.

“Imagine that. The Princess met someone bossier than her.” Nina teased.

The girls cackled collectively.

“Shut up before I have you hoes thrown outta here.” Shanelle hissed.

“You love us too much to do that.” Nina says.

“I have my limits. Thank you very much.”

“Except for when it comes to a certain Crown Prince of Cordonia.” Dee quipped.

“I will call Zig!”

“That's not a threat. Also, please call him. I wouldn't mind seeing him.” Rob adds.

“Justice for Dino! He deserves better!”

A fit of cackling broke out amongst the girls.

“You never did answer the question Nelle.” Chut says.

“What question?”

“What does he look like?” The girls ask in unison.

“Stop yelling at me!” Shanelle replies.

“Don’t want us to yell at you, answer the question.” Nina says.

“Ugh! Fine!”

Shanelle pulls out her phone and pulls up a picture of the Prince. The girls look impressed.

“Not bad Princess.”

“Are those real diamonds he’s wearing?”

“I wonder if he owns a dungeon.”

“He looks official.”

“So serious.”

“He doesn’t look so bad.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Y’all done?”

The girls cut their eyes at Shanelle.

“Well, now y’all heifers know what he looks like.”

“So what's the problem, Nelle?” Dee asks.

“The problem is I have to marry a man I barely even know,” Shanelle replies.

“You don't have to marry him, Shanelle,” Nina says to her best friend.

“My dear sweet Keane Klown, have you not met my father?” Shanelle asks.

“Why are you still calling me that after all these years?”

“Because your last name is Keane and you, your two goofy ass brothers and your cousin are all a bunch of clowns. That's why.”

Nina rolled her eyes.

“He wouldn't actually make you go through with it, would he?” Aly asks.

“According to the treaty he signed, he has to and if he doesn't, his brother and the Prince’s father can force me to. So once again, I don't have a choice.”

Hearing the dejection in her voice, Bron and Rob wrap Shanelle in a hug.

“Maybe it won't be so bad?” Chut asks.

“I can only pray it won't be," Shanelle replies.

“You get the chance to be an actual future Queen. And we get the chance to say that we're best friends with one.” Dee says.

“No no. You girls will just be regular friends with a future Queen. While I am the best friend of a future Queen.” Nina corrects her.

Shanelle cackled while the rest of the girls groaned.

“Put that ego away Nina, you gonna hurt someone!” Chut tells her cousin.

“Oh, you’re so jealous!”

“I still don't know how I wound up knowing and getting stuck with you two clowns but here we are.” Shanelle piped up.

The girls dissolved into laughter. This is what Shanelle needed.

“I don’t know where I'd be without you girls.”

“We love you!” the girls say in unison.

“Oh shut the fuck up! Y'all don't love me! You hoes just love that I feed you.”

“There's a difference?” Dee asks.

This caused the girls to laugh. The girls spend the rest of the night giggling, gossiping, and enjoying each other's company.

The next night Shanelle was sitting on her bed in her robe finishing up the newest Press Release for her father's office when there was a knock at her door.

“It's open," she called out without looking up from her laptop.

The Prince walks in.

“My my. Don't you look official? And drop-dead gorgeous. Is that robe new?”

Shanelle rolled her eyes before glancing up.

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

The Prince sat down next to her on her bed. Letting his eyes slowly trace her body.

“Well, that's rude. Is that any way to speak to your husband?” he asks.

Shanelle closed her laptop and then looked down at her left hand.

“Gee…that's funny, Your Highness. I don't see a ring on my finger.”

He tilted her chin up.

“Always look at me when you speak to me, Shanelle.”

She pulled away from him.

“I'm not one of your subjects. I don't have to do a goddamn thing you say.”

He smirked at her before tucking a few stray hairs behind her left ear.

“Of course not beautiful. You’re so much more than that. You will always be more than that.”

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were staying at the Embassy.”

“I was. Hell, I was about to have you sent for.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Just what I said, I was going to have you sent for. Instead, your father insisted that I stay here with you while your mother is in Martha’s Vineyard for a teacher's retreat and conference and he takes care of official business in Cordonia. He assured me that you were quite the hostess Princess," he replied nonchalantly.

“Yup. I am not marrying you. I don’t care what that treaty says.” she hissed.

“There it is. There's that fire. That sweet venom from a beautiful and vicious viper. It's all I've thought about since I met you the other day.”

“Careful, Your Highness. I bite.”

“Bite me all you like, Princess.”

“Ugh! You're infuriating!”

He covered her left hand with his. His touch was warm and electric.

“Infuriating or enticing?” he asks her.

“You have nothing that I want.”

He smirked before leaning in to whisper.

“The goosebumps on your skin say otherwise.”

She just glared at him.

“Your silence is all I need to know.”

“Your Highness…get out of my room.” she hissed at him.

“Marquise.”

“What?”

“My name is Marquise, love.”

“Why do I care what your name is?”

“Because it's about time you learned it.”

“Again, why do I care?”

He stood up then pulled her to her feet.

“Because you'll be screaming it. That's why.”

She scoffed.

“So that's the game we're playing?”

He cocked his head to the side.

“It's okay to say that you like it, Princess.”

“You don't know shit about me.”

“That's where you’re wrong. I know more about you than you think.”

“Like what?”

“I know about the butterfly and stars tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the Scorpion tattoo on the back of your right shoulder, and the dragon tramp stamp that you got just to piss your father off. I know your favorite color is purple. I know you’re terrified of heights, flying, snakes, and spiders. I know you have a temper. I know you took pole dancing lessons and your legs are…quite flexible. I know you've made a name for yourself on the kink scene when you went to school in Boston and when you worked in D.C. As a matter of fact you are one of the D.C. Headhunter's finest trainees. Rowan says hi by the way. I know you’re ticklish and hate to be tickled. I know you are a classically trained ballet dancer and choral singer. I know you believe strongly in education and healthcare. Did I miss anything?”

He brought the wrist of her left hand to his lips and grazed it softly with his teeth before kissing it.

“I would be a terrible husband if I didn't know anything about you.”

She couldn't believe it, she was stuck.

“Cat got your tongue love?”

That snapped her out of whatever trance she was in.

“That's called stalking, Your Highness.”

She watched his eyelid twitch.

“Something wrong…Marquise?”

“Nope.”

She arched an eyebrow at him.

“Liar. I saw your eyelid twitch.”

He shrugged.

“Fine. I'm not one who likes to repeat himself.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, Your Highness?”

“Never love. Contrary to what you think about me, I'm not here to scare you. I'm here to elevate you.”

“Elevate me to what?”

Rather than answer her, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a Cartier ring box.

“My Wife. What else?”

Shanelle just stared at the ring box in his hand.

“Princess?”

Shanelle blinked herself back to reality.

“I'm sorry. But are you…?”

She watched him get down on one knee.

“Yes, I am. So Shanelle Miller…will you marry me?”

Suddenly, the room felt small and it was hard for Shanelle to breathe.

“You're not serious.”

“Dead serious. Being King is my goal and you are the key to attaining that goal.”

“Why would I help you?”

He stood up and brought her face close to his.

“Because you believe in helping others. You are your mother's child. Service is what drives you. I can give you that, plus whatever else you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

“I don't have a stutter, Princess. Nor do I stammer.”

“Fine then. Convince me.”

“Convince you?”

“Yes. If you want me to go along with all of this, then you have to convince me. Because so far I'm not impressed nor am I convinced you'd be the King that Cordonia needs.”

A slow smile spread across his face.

“You know there is something else I just remembered about you.”

“What is that?” Shanelle asks.

“I know that you only like the movie Dirty Dancing for one scene. And it has nothing to do with putting Baby in a corner or having the time of your life.”

“So you have been stalking me?”

He shrugged.

“You say stalking, I say doing my due diligence and research.”

“Yeah whatever. There’s a reason why you mentioned it.”

“You’re correct. I did mention it for a reason.”

“Okay fine I’ll bite. Why did you mention it?”

“You’re smart. That’s good. I want you to dance with me.”

“Dance with you?”

“That’s what I said.”

“No. I don’t want to do that.”

The Prince arched an eyebrow at her.

“Did you just tell me no?”

“I sure did. And since you’re a Prince, you have to convince me to dance with you.”

“Very well.”

He instantly changed his posture and then held his hand out.

“May I have this dance Princess?”

“Seriously?”

“Answer the question Shanelle.”

She looked at him before putting her laptop on her nightstand and slipping her hand in his.

“See? Now that wasn't so hard was it, love?”

“Go fuck yourself.” she hissed.

“Don't worry, you'll be doing that soon enough.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. What are we dancing to?”

“Cry To Me by Solomon Burke.”

“You want to dance to that?”

“Yes. After all, it's from your favorite scene in Dirty Dancing. Now, do you know the Cordonian Waltz?”

“You want to do the Cordonian Waltz to Cry To Me?”

“Humor me.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“Are you ready?”

“Can we just get this over with?”

“Aren't you charming?”

They soon began a simple box that turned into an awkward Cordonian Waltz around her room.

“You’re very stiff, Princess.”

“Gee I wonder why.”

He let out an aggravated sigh before pausing the song.

“Stopping so soon, Your Highness?”

“Yes. I prefer my dance partners to be alive, not statues.”

“Then go dance with one of my guards.”

“My guards, Princess.” he corrected her.

“No, they're MY guards. They answer to me.”

“No, they answer to me. Yours were sent with your parents. Why do you think you’ve been able to get any work done without someone knocking on your door to pester you?”

She stared at him like he had lost his mind.

“You sent my guards away?”

“No, I sent them on assignment with your parents while they're in Martha's Vineyard. They're good but I prefer my own personal guards to your father's.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I believe we've been over this, love. I'm your husband.”

“And I believe that I told you we aren't getting married.”

She watched his eyelid twitch again before he regained his composure.

“You need to loosen up, Princess.”

“And you need to go back to Cordonia or whatever the hell it is that you came from.”

“The only way I go back is with you going with me.”

“Then I guess we're at a stalemate…Your Highness.”

She felt his left hand tighten slightly on the small of her back. Sending a delicious shiver running down her spine.

“Okay how about this, I lead and you follow?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“You aren't known for giving up so why should I?”

“…fine. But only one dance!”

“That's all I'm asking for, Princess.”

She let out a breath then squared her shoulders.

“Okay, Your Highness. Lead off.”

He pressed play and off they went. Waltzing around her room.

“You’re still stiff Shanelle. Relax your shoulders a bit.”

Even though she didn't want to, she relaxed her shoulders.

“Good. The more relaxed you are, the better your steps will be.”

“I know how to do the Cordonian Waltz, thank you very much.”

“I can't tell. You normally dance so gracefully. Which is why I can't understand why you’re choosing to dance like a blundering rhino.”

“I am not!”

“Prove it.”

He smirked when she sucked her teeth.

“Get ready.”

She barely looked up at him before he dipped her low.

“You missed your cue.”

“I didn't miss my cue. That wasn't my cue to begin with.”

He leaned in his warm breath ghosting over her right ear.

“I lead and you follow, remember?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“So if I say you missed your cue then you missed your cue. So let's try this again.”

“…fine.”

They reset and started dancing again. She was ready, only he didn't dip her this time. He spun her out and then back into his arms again. Her back was to his chest, her left hand was in his, his right hand rested on top of her right hip, and his chin rested on her right shoulder with his left cheek against her right cheek. Something about being this close to him felt intimate. She tried and failed not to get lost in the feeling. They stayed in that position until he spun her out and back again.

“I don't remember any of that being part of the Cordonian Waltz.”

“I lead. You follow. Why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

“Someone could say you have an ulterior motive for this dance.”

“So what if I do?”

Before she could answer, he dipped her again this time she remembered the cue.

“Very good. You managed not to miss your cue.”

The more they danced together, the more comfortable she started to feel around him.

“Well, this is an improvement.”

“What is?”

“When we started I was so sure that you would've punched me by now.”

“Who said that still won't happen?”

“Such a violent woman.”

“Viper, remember?”

“Touché.”

When he looked at her she had a puzzled look on her face.

“What is it?”

“Aren't you hot in that jacket?”

“Concerned for me? I'm touched.”

“I'm sorry I even bothered to ask.”

“To answer your question, no I'm not. I've gotten used to wearing it during dances like this.”

She shrugged.

“It just looks so stuffy and I feel like I'm suffocating just looking at it.”

“If it'll make you feel better I'll take it off.”

“Please do. I'm sweating just looking at it. And while you’re at it, have some A/C built into that thing.”

Marquise rolled his eyes before tossing his jacket onto her bed. She got a good look at how his shirt fit the muscles of his arms.

“Better?”

“Yes actually. You don't look like that much of a dick anymore.”

He gave her a tight smile.

“Your charm precedes you.”

“Glad you like it, Your Highness.”

“Shall we reset?”

“Sure, just one question.”

“What is it?”

“How long are we gonna keep doing this?”

“As long as it takes.”

Shanelle groaned.

“The sooner you accept that we are meant to be together, the sooner we can stop.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes before they started again. As they danced, she caught the scent of his cologne.

“That's a nice cologne you’re wearing.”

“I don’t know which is more shocking, the fact you noticed that I'm wearing cologne or the fact I just got a genuine compliment out of you.”

“Note to self: keep your mouth shut from now on.”

He chuckled low.

“Thank you, Princess. It's a custom scent from my mother's favorite perfume shop in Paris.”

“I've never been to Paris. I've always wanted to go.”

“It's beautiful. Especially at night from atop the Eiffel Tower.”

“Of course you've been there.”

“No need to be jealous, love. I'll take you one day.”

“That's a dangerous promise to make.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because I might be tempted to make you take me.”

“Whenever you're ready, Princess,” he whispered in her ear.

He had her right where he wanted her and she knew it. Their movements soon became more intense and a lot more sensual.

“I don't remember the scene in the movie being like this.”

“Like what?”

“So intimate.”

“It wasn't. The scene in the movie was actually pretty tame in my opinion. Then again, I'm not Patrick Swayze and you aren't Jennifer Grey and I still have my shirt on so, there's that.”

She snorted.

“Point taken.”

He spun her out away from him then back again close to the doorframe.

“You can admit it now.”

“What?”

“That this wasn't as bad as you thought it would be," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that bloomed on her face.

“Fine. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But you’re still a jackass.”

“You just couldn't resist the dig could you?”

She shook her head no as she watched him softly kiss the inside of her right wrist.

“You don't give up do you, Your Highness?”

“Never. If I want it, then nothing on this earth will stop me from making it mine.”

That's when he took the chance and kissed her. It was a slow kiss that quickly heated up when he backed her up against the doorframe. With his left arm keeping her steady and pressed tightly against him, he locked her door with his right. Hearing the door lock caused her to break the kiss.

“Did you just lock my door?”

“I don't want nor do I need an audience for what I'm about to do.”

“Okay I'll bite, what are you about to do?”

“You.”

Before she could respond, he slid his right hand into her hair so he could bring her lips to his. The force of the kiss made her want more. She began to crave him in any way she could get him. When their kiss broke both were breathless.

“Don't be so shocked, Princess.”

“I'm not shocked by the kiss. I'm shocked it took you so long. I figured you would've done that 20 minutes ago.”

“A gentleman always waits on a lady.”

“You're a gentleman huh? And here I thought you were a Prince.”

He snorted.

“Smartass.”

She shrugged innocently.

“Better to be a smartass than it is to be a dumb one.”

“Oh you’re good.”

“Except for when I'm bad.”

“Well, let's see how bad you can be.”

With a low growl, he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and slid his tongue into her mouth. They stumbled from the doorway back to her bed. Desperately grabbing at each other like they couldn't get close enough. Hastily taking each other's clothes off. Not wanting anything much less the fabric to stand in the way.

“You are so damn beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad looking yourself for a pompous stuck-up brat.”

He snickered.

“You are impossible, you know that right?”

“You get what your daddy bargained for.”

“You can stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Downplaying yourself. You aren't a bargain. You are the rarest diamond on God's Green Earth. And you’re all mine.”

“What part of I'm not your property did you not understand?”

“You know what I meant, Princess.”

“Yeah yeah. Less talking. More of whatever we were doing before.”

He smirks before pinning her wrists above her head with his left hand.

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess so.”

“That's not an answer, Shanelle.”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good. Don't move until I tell you to and always keep your eyes on me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

He hooked his right hand behind her neck and brought her lips to his. He kissed her slowly, wanting to slowly savor the taste of her mouth. Teasing her tongue with his. As they kissed he slowly dragged his left hand along the left side of her body, leaving goosebumps along her skin. He went from kissing her to nicking the base of her neck with his teeth. He felt her body shift slightly under him, causing him to press her wrists into the pillows in a warning. He trailed featherlight kisses from her sternum to the spot between her breasts. He listened to her breathing quicken as he paid special attention to each of her breasts. Her chest rose and fell every time his mouth made contact with her skin.

“Please…” she breathed out.

She watched him put a finger to his lips.

“Soon.”

His method was complete madness to her, but she loved it just the same. He was slow, methodical, and attentive to the softest most sensitive spots in her midsection. She shivered as he dragged his tongue along her stomach. Her moans were soft and impatient, she wanted more but had to wait for him. She started to close her eyes and lose herself in the sensation, but he couldn't have that. Not yet.

“Eyes on me, Shanelle.”

“I can't wait much longer,” she whined.

“Very well, I guess you have been patient enough, love.”

He kissed his way down the inside of her right thigh while massaging the inside of her left thigh. The heat between her legs radiated as he got closer to her center. She loved feeling his lips on her thighs. He took his left thumb and rubbed her throbbing clit. When she shivered and her eyes closed, he spread her legs wide and went for it. She gasped when his tongue made contact with her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” she shrieked.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him feast on her. He was relentless as he ate her out. He nearly swallowed her clit before dipping his tongue inside her warm entrance. She didn’t want him to stop or move. He was a beast at making sure she was thoroughly satisfied. He snaked his left hand up her stomach to keep her still. Shanelle had nowhere to go. She was at his mercy. Her strangled moans, shrieks and other sounds she made only intensified his hunger for her.

He switched from tasting her entrance to nursing her clit, which made her toes curl. He alternated between swirling his tongue around her clit and nearly sucking her soul out of it. With his right hand, he slipped two fingers into her and finger fucked her. The stimulation caused her to scream while white knuckling her bed sheets.

“JUST LIKE THAT! THAT’S IT! MAKE ME CUM!” She screamed.

Her body, especially her legs began shaking as she struggled to hang on. She was close and he knew it. He plunged his tongue inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb and sent her over the edge into sweet oblivion. Her eyes rolled back, her legs spasmed and her jaw went slack as she let out a silent scream and flooded his mouth with her juices. When he let her go, she was gasping for air and trembling.

“Well…that was delightful. Shall we go again Princess?”

“You…are…a…fucking…demon!” she sneered at him while trying to catch her breath.

“Happy to be of service.”

He kissed her again, savoring the feeling and taste of her mouth on his. She felt his hands grip her highs tightly. He kneaded circles with his thumbs on the soft skin. He slowly moved his right hand further between her legs. She shivered when his fingers ran along her wet folds.

“Tell me Princess…how bad do you want it?” He whispered in her ear.

“I crave it!”

“The things I am going to fucking do to you!” He hissed.

As he said that, he grabbed the condom from his pocket, then used his body to pin her down before he lined himself up with her entrance. He circled the tip around it before sliding inside her. She moaned softly when she felt him sink inside her. He started out slow. Giving her time to adjust to him.

“Goddamn, you are so wet!” He hissed.

He braced himself with one hand on her hip and the other on the headboard as he started to really move against her. Hearing her moan was all the motivation and permission he needed. Once Marquise found his rhythm it was on from there. It didn't take long for her bedroom to soon dissolve into their combined moans, groans, and the sounds their bodies made as they fucked.

“That’s it! Take it! Take this dick!” He growled as pounded her.

“Make me cum! Give me more! Give it to me!" She begged as he fucked her harder.

“That's it! Beg for it! I want to hear you beg me to fuck you!" he replied before tightening the grip he had on her hip.

She felt amazing around him. The way she took him deep drove him crazy. He wanted her that bad and the more he gave it to her, the more she wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back.

“That's it, Princess. Show me that you want it!” he hissed in her ear.

Her moans were filled with lust and desperation. She wanted him to make her forget where she was at that moment. All she wanted was to feel him deep inside her.

“Marquise! I need it! I need you! Don't hold back! Give it to me! Give me all of you!” She begged.

“Say it! Say you want it! Tell me that you want me to fuck you!” he growled.

“I want it! I want you! Please don't stop! Fuck me!”

Hearing her unravel was pushing him closer towards the edge. He gathered her up in his arms as he rolled into his back. He wanted her on top. He wanted to see her face as she fell apart. He made sure he had his hands full of her ass. It was almost like he couldn't get enough of her.

“Who knew the Princess was such a whore?”

“Fuck you!” she hissed.

“That's what we're doing love.” he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“You have no idea the kind of power you have over a man like me, do you?”

“Nope. At least not until all this started but I’m starting to really enjoy it.”

“You should. You have the power to bring the world to its knees, Shanelle. All you have to do is unlock it and don't look back.”

“You talk too much.”

“You did tell me to convince you.”

“This is you convincing me?”

“I mean you are in my arms completely naked, Princess. But to answer your question, no. This is not me convincing you.” he said before bringing their lips together for a hungry and rough kiss. “This is…”

He trailed off as shifted his position slightly and then brought her down hard onto him. He filled her up completely, stealing her voice.

“You feel so fucking good! Just the way I want you to be! So goddamn tight! So wet! Take it! Take me!” He said to her.

He loved watching her lose control as he took her. She was his and he was determined to make sure she knew it.

“Look at me Shanelle!” he demanded as he forced her to look at him, “I want you to know that you belong to me! Do you hear me? Your body and your heart belong to me! Do you understand? You! Are! MINE!” He growled.

He would pull her off of him just to slam her back down. Driving her insane. His lust and need for her were insatiable. He couldn't be close enough to her. He loved feeling her claw his chest as she rode him. Her moans, gasps, mewls, and any other sound she made drove his hunger for her higher. Every stroke sent her orgasm soaring higher. She was discovering that she loved this side of him. It was raw, pure and dominant. He took control and filled the void in her life that she had desperately tried to fill. When he hit her G-Spot she damn near lost her mind.

“YES! FUCK YES! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT! FUCKING! THERE! TAKE ME! MAKE ME YOURS!” She screamed as she continued to shred his sweat soaked chest with her nails. She was teetering on her edge and soon he would be at his as well.

“That's it! Scream my name! Let it drip from those pretty lips!”

He pulled out of her leaving just the tip in, because he wanted to see her face.

“No! No! No!” She cried out in protest.

“Look at me, Shanelle.”

“Please don’t do this! Not now! Not when I’m so close!” She whined.

“LOOK! AT! ME!” He demanded.

When she looked into his eyes, all she saw was lust and power.

“I want you to look at me as you cum all over me. I want to see the desperation on your face and the wanton need in those beautiful eyes. Do you hear me? Do not break eye contact!”

He kissed her deeply and passionately, before he brought her down on his dick one last time then lost himself inside her. He watched her arch her back and felt her nails dig into his chest drawing blood as she screamed and flooded his dick. Their combined orgasms all but sealed the night for them. As they came down from the beautiful delirium he cradled her close to his chest. Stroking her back he asked her a simple question.

“Convinced yet?”

She didn’t have the strength to answer him and just pinched him.

“Ow!”

She smiled softly before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

The next morning when Shanelle woke up and looked around her room as she tried to piece last night together. It wasn’t until she looked over and saw him laying next to her that it hit her.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! I didn't! I didn't! I! Didn't!”

“You did,” Marquise said with a yawn and stretch, “good morning gorgeous. Last night was fun.”

“I did not sleep with you.”

He arched an eyebrow as he sat up.

“The scratches you left on my chest and my back say otherwise.”

Shanelle wanted to die at the moment.

“Oh! And you were stone cold sober so no use in saying you were drunk to deny what we did last night.”

“What the hell was I thinking?!”

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“You can stop being so damn overdramatic now.”

“Get out of my room!” she hissed.

“I'm not leaving our room.”

“This is MY room! You are in the guest room down the hall.”

That's when he grabbed her chin and looked her dead in the eye.

“My wife is in this room and so am I. So once again, I'm not leaving OUR room.”

“I am NOT your wife!”

Marquise ran a frustrated hand down his face.

“Just when I thought we were making progress.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Your Highness.”

“You know I would hate for you to learn the phrase 'what's yours is mine’ the hard way.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Never love. But you’re gonna have to accept the fact that we are stuck together. Whether we want to be or not. So you might as well get used to it.”

Shanelle scoffed.

“Unfuckingbelievable.”

“And now that we have that settled, breakfast is in 45 so go get in the shower.”

“What makes you think you can order me around?!”

“Don't you ever forget your station, Princess! You are beautiful. Very beautiful and one of the smartest women I have ever met. But your station and its rank are STILL WELL BELOW mine. And your consequence is also your father’s consequence. Never forget that.”

Shanelle seethed.

“So what I say goes. Do I make myself clear?”

“Go to hell!” she hissed.

“Don't make me repeat myself, Shanelle.”

Shanelle let out an explosive breath.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now go get in the shower. I'll see you in a few.”

He watched her throw on her robe then stomp off to her ensuite. He laid back down when he heard the water turn on. He was so close to his goal, nothing was going to stand in his way. Not even her stubbornness to admit that this is what she truly wants.

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i need pb to answer my most pressing cop lore question:

does drakovia participate in eurovision?

#my headcanon is that they’re like finland and exclusively send metal/alt rock #(and like cyprus back when they were cool) #anyway i just remembered how they said cordonia does eurovision and now i have to know about all their fake european countries #playchoices #choices cop #choices crimes of passion