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sfb123 · 1 year

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Leaping to Conclusions

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry

Summary: The pressure to produce an heir is getting to Liam and Riley, leading them to turn to some unconventional methods.

Rating: PG, Adult Language

Word Count: 1,395

A/N: This fic is insanity guys, I'm not even going to pretend it's anything but. I learned the most absurd fun fact this week, and after sharing it with pretty much everyone I know, @ao719 convinced me that it needed to be a fic, and here we are.

For the record, this story doesn't take place in any of my timelines. My Liam and Riley can be weird, but never this weird. 😂

I am participating in @choicesflashfics, the prompt: “Wait a second. Pause and rewind … what did you just say?” will appear in bold below.

And finally, nobody has pre-read this, so apologies in advance for my horrendous grammar, and anything else about it that sucks.

Riley’s eyes fluttered open as she felt Liam’s lips trailing slowly across her shoulder. She moaned softly and arched back into him.

“Good morning, love.” He whispered huskily into her ear.

“When it starts like this it is.” She replied, reveling in the attention she was receiving from her husband.

As his hand traveled up her body, her stomach started to lurch. Her hand flew to her mouth and she leapt out of his arms and rushed to the bathroom of their guest room in the Walker ranch. Liam sat up and watched with worry as the door slammed shut.

After a few moments, Liam stood and approached the door. He could hear his wife on the other end, and he knew exactly what was going on. He rapped gently on the door. “Riley, are you alright? Can I get you anything?”

The only response he received were a few more retching noises, followed by the toilet flushing. Soon after, the door opened, and Liam met Riley’s red, blotchy eyes. “Sorry.”

Liam wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. “You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault.” They stood there in silence as Liam held her. “Riley, do you think you may need to take a test?”

Since the royal couple had gotten married, they’d been facing pressure to produce an heir. While they did not take their positions as monarchs lightly, for them, it was more about building a family together.

“It wouldn’t hurt.” Riley shrugged before returning to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Liam took a seat at the end of the bed to wait for her.

“Oh no!” Liam stood and rushed back to the door at Riley’s cry. She came back into the bedroom, more distraught than she had been before. “I dropped the test in the toilet.” She buried her head in her hands.

Liam chuckled slightly, as he wrapped his arm around her. He had read that pregnancy hormones could cause overreactions; he assumed, hoped, that was why she was so upset. “It’s alright, just take another one.”

“Liam, it was the last one!” She snapped.

He stepped back, shocked by her aggression. “That’s alright, we can go into town and get more.”

“Are you kidding?!” Riley threw her hands up in frustration before moving to the bed and dropping down, burying her face in the pillow. “The press has been all over us, the last thing I need is for them to get a picture of me buying pregnancy tests!”

Liam sat beside her on the bed, rubbing her back gently as he racked his brain for a solution. “I’ve got it!”

Riley rolled over and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “What?”

“We’re in Texas, surely there is a frog around here somewhere.” He said as he moved to the dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans.

“Liam, this is no time to go wildlife gazing, I might be carrying the heir!” Riley chided him.

“Love calm down, the frog will be able to tell us.” He said matter of factly as he continued to get dressed.

Her face contorted into a confused expression. “Wait a second. Pause and rewind … what did you just say?”

He sat beside her on the bed and slid on his boots. “For about twenty years, starting in the nineteen forties, before the pregnancy tests we are familiar with today, there was the Hogben test. A British zoologist, Lancelot Hogben, discovered that when urine samples from pregnant women were injected into frogs, the frog would spawn eggs within eighteen hours. It was the most rapid and reliable pregnancy test of the time.”

Riley stared at her husband in stunned silence. “How the fuck do you even know that?”

“I like history.” He shrugged.

Still befuddled by her husband’s solution, Riley took a deep breath. “So you want to inject a frog with my pee, and then in 18 hours either nothing happens and I’m not pregnant, or I am pregnant and we also have a hundred and seventy two frog eggs?”

“They’re called frogspawn, love.” He corrected.

She slapped her palm against her forehead. “Yeah, because that’s the most crucial thing in this conversation.”

“I’m sorry, force of habit,” Liam smiled sheepishly. “Would you like to try it? It’s a fascinating concept, I would be interested to see it in action.”

“Liam, I don’t even want to touch a frog, let alone do science experiments on it.”

“I’ll take care of everything,” he insisted. “I’ll just need your… well, your um… sample.”

Riley chuckled when Liam started to get flustered. “Alright, if it’ll make you happy, and all I have to do is pee in a cup, then let’s give it a try.”

Liam grinned and leaned in, planting a quick kiss on Riley’s lips. “Excellent!”

“I guess Kermit was right, it’s not easy being green.” Riley said, shaking her head.

Liam made his way to a nearby pond in search of the perfect frog. His eyes roamed the banks in search of his test subject. “If I were a frog, where would I be?”

Finally, he noticed a slight movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see a frog seated on a nearby rock. “Perfect.” He stalked toward his prey, making sure to stay as quiet as possible.

Liam was so laser focused that he didn’t notice Drake coming up behind him, curiously observing the actions of his best friend. “Li, what the fuck are you doing?”

Drake’s words startled Liam and before he had time to catch himself, he tumbled over into the pond as the frog lept away. Drake cackled as the King of Cordonia sat waist deep in the pond glaring at him.

“Sorry,” Drake apologized as he reached down, helping Liam out of the water. “But seriously, what are you doing?”

“Riley might be pregnant,” he answered.

Drake furrowed his brow, even more confused now that he had the explanation. “Okay, so you decided to go frog hunting to celebrate?”

“No, we lost the test,” he responded. When Drake continued to stare at him with a blank expression, Liam sighed and explained the Hogben test just as he had done for Riley earlier.

“And Brooks agreed to go along with this?” Drake chuckled.

“We would do anything for eachother.”

Drake rolled his eyes and moved toward the pond. A few moments later he returned with a frog.

“How did you do that?” Liam marveled.

“You had your training growing up, I had mine.” He shrugged in reply.

Liam took the frog from Drake, thanking him for his efforts and began walking back to the house.

“I’ve gotta see this.” Drake said to himself as he followed Liam.

Liam entered the house heading toward the stairs, until he saw Riley sitting with Madeleine on the living room couch. When he stepped up to them, he noticed the crestfallen expression on his wife’s face.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not pregnant,” she responded, her eyes trained on the floor.

“But how do you know? I’ve got the frog right here.” He held it up to show her.

Madeleine stood from the couch, glaring in confusion and disgust at the sight in front of her. “When I was in town this morning, I bought some tests. I figured you would need them.”

“Oh Riley,” Liam moved to Riley, outstretching his arms.

“Liam,” she held a hand up to stop him from getting any closer. “You’re slimy, and wet… and holding a frog.”

“Oh, right.” Liam looked down at himself, and the frog in his hands. “I should shower. Care to join me?” He asked slyly.

“Um… maybe you should handle this one solo,” she cringed.

Liam handed the frog over to Madeleine, who grabbed it instinctively. He signaled for Riley to follow him, and they made their way up the stairs to the bedroom.

“So you’re not going to pee on a frog?” Drake called out as they exited the room.

“Ugh,” Madeleine groaned. “None of this would be happening if I were queen.” She turned to Drake, thrusting the frog in his direction. “Make yourself useful and deal with this thing.” She stormed out of the room, mumbling to herself, questioning where things went wrong for her.

Drake looked down at the frog with a grin. “God I love Texas.”

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cadybear420 · 14 days

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Why is r/Choices so obsessed with complaining about TRR MC not having a backstory... like that is such a non-issue. It's the king god of non-issues.

like... just come up with your own backstory for your own MC. the writers even said that that was the point. and seriously like... try it. it's fun. sometimes less is more.

#same goes for OG HSS MC too #although people don't complain about that nearly as much #choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #choices stories we play #trr mc #trr #choices the royal romance #the royal romance #choices the royal heir #the royal heir #choices trh #trh

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playchoicesconfessions · 5 months

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Sent by @lover-also-fighter-also

‘We already see the vaa imperii organization pattern in the royal heir book 3 when MC and co break Olivia out when she gets captured, even before it was mentioned. MC = The Empress. Liam = The Face. Drake= The Fist. Hana = The Voice. Maxwell = The Eye’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#choices the royal heir #the royal heir #choices trh #trh #trr mc #king liam #drake walker #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod bruffle

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Protective Hana is so wife I love herrrr

#hana deserves better #she’s so pretty #hana lee #hana x mc #trh #trr #the royal heir #the royal romance #choices #choices: stories you play #pb #pixelberry #playchoices

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txemrn · 1 year

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Déjà Vu

Chapter 1

Series Summary: After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

Chapter Summary: Eleanor prepares for a night out with her best friends despite her mother's wishes for her to attend a special family dinner.

Pairing(s): Liam x Riley (in discussion); more to be revealed

Word Count: ~2740

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞 this chapter references drinking; brief language

A/N: Welcome to my Crack Fic! No one asked for this... at least no one of sound mind, and if you're a big fan of TRR, you might actually hate this (no, I'm not killing Liam!). When I pitched this idea (half-joking, half-serious) to some buddies after reading the book Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas, the eager encouragement I normally receive was met with (what's that TikTok trend with that T Swift song?) "horrified looks from everyone in the room". But... I could not get this idea out of my head. So, here we are! I have a general idea of where this story is going... but I'm actually leaving myself open to possibilities. No matter how the road twists and turns, I would be honored if you join me!

A/N 2: This story takes place approximately 2 decades after TRR/TRH. I have made some canonical changes (they will be mentioned). Characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Huge thank you to @charlotteg234 for looking over this for me (and laughing like a maniac with me)! This was not Beta'd; please excuse my errors.

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Eleanor

Tapping my newly manicured nails against the glass topper to my vanity, my gaze nervously shifts back and forth between my choices for the evening. I don’t know why this is so hard–or why it’s taking me this long to decide–but somehow, here I am in quite the conundrum.

Perversion or Temptress: that’s it. But, when it came to darkening the outer-corner of my eyelid, picking the right hue of eyeshadow matters. Yes, yes, they’re both a deep black; one is a dark matte that has the potential to smudge all over my porcelain face, but the other one, while dark, has little flecks of silver.

Biting my lip, I look at myself in the mirror before looking back at the YouTube tutorial I was following. I feel silly making such a big deal over the color; afterall, this is supposed to be fun. Normally, for me, it is. I’m actually really good at doing my own make-up, thanks to the internet and to my mother who convinced my father when I was fourteen that mascara and lipstick would not lead me down the path of destruction and eternal damnation.

Well, I guess I should clarify: I do a great job on my make-up, my everyday natural, diplomatically poised look. Think lots of pinks and taupes. It’s the latest trend for crown princesses; I should know.

But tonight, I wouldn’t be Princess Eleanor. I didn’t want to be Princess Eleanor.

Dangit, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to sound like some stereotypical spoiled brat that is born into money and power, who craves freedom from her poor little privileged life. I am content–actually, very grateful for the life I have been born into. I have been given incredible opportunities and experiences because of it. But, I’m not naive; I know I have a high-calling, one filled with much responsibility and dedication. Someday I will be queen of Cordonia.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves...

Tonight, I’m just Nora–at least that’s what my friends call me, and since I’m turning twenty this coming Tuesday, they wanted to take me out over the weekend. This weekend. See? Responsible. But, there is just one problem…

There’s a sudden knock on my door, my mother instantly inviting herself in. “Dinner’s in thirty Eleanor–” she freezes as her eyes grow wide. “Y–you’re make-up… don’t you think it’s a bit on the, um… heavy-side?”

“Mom,” I singsong, "it's supposed to be. This is how all the celebrities and models wear their make-up when they hit the town."

"Hit the town?" My mother gave me that eyebrow, the one that gives away her true unspoken feelings. "You're going out tonight?"

"Mhmm. To dinner." I settle on Urban Decay's Perversion, and start tapping the color against my eyelid. "I told you and Daddy that Josie and Beth were taking me out–"

"Eleanor," my mom shot her first warning signal with her tone. "We discussed that tonight wasn't a good night. And if you ladies could do things tomorrow–"

"It's just a family dinner," I continue to work on my look. "Daddy said it was fine–"

"But you know how important this dinner is. We have a special guest."

Yes, yes. We know.

His name is Drake Walker, and he is–well, was, my parent's best friend back in the day before I was born. He actually grew up with my dad, Drake's father serving as my Grandpa Rys's royal guard when he was king of Cordonia.

But, then there was a falling out of some sort…well, that's according to my Uncle Leo. He means well, but I'm fairly certain the truth has been stretched.

Anyway, I'm not too clear on what happened, but shortly after my parents got married, Drake moved back to his home in America to start a normal life. He never settled down with a wife, but he kept busy with his construction company.

That is until four months ago when he discovered his business partner had been siphoning company funds into off-shore accounts. Now he spends his days laid up on the couch with a fifth of whiskey. And broke as a joke.

Drake's brother-in-law Bertrand Beaumont, the Duke of Ramsford, serves on the royal council with my parents, and after a late meeting one night, he shared the truth about their former best friend.

Daddy and his bleeding heart… sure, he can see fiery red from time to time and his temper can bubble over, but my father is known for his grace, forgiveness, and charity towards others. He contacted his old friend… which then led to an invitation back to Cordonia.

'It's only for a little while, until he gets back on his feet,' Daddy assured my mom. 'We'll give him tasks around the palace until then.'

Mom called it a 'midlife crisis'. I don't think I was supposed to hear the latter part.

I began to draw on my eyeliner as my mother crossed her arms, glowering at me. Feeling the disappointment radiate from her glare, I stop, shrugging my shoulders. "What?"

"Part of being royal is posing as a unified front as a family."

"You act like this is some official business or a press event–"

"Our closest friends are going to be here, Elle, and–" she stops, her eyes playfully smoldering as her voice becomes angelically romantic. "--I think even Bartie is coming."

"Mom!" I chuckle, my cheeks pinking in embarrassment from her inflection. "It's not like that with him."

Oh, but it was…

Bartie Beaumont is one of my closest friends. He's a few years older than me and well… I really enjoy spending time with him. He's incredibly kind and charming in and out of social situations. He's quite handsome with his dark, well-kept hair and deep chestnut eyes. And smart–goodness, he's smart. He can keep up with my father, round-for-round in debating politics and foreign policies.

He's always been fiercely protective of me, even when I was a little girl. But he was always just Bartie, my honorary older brother… that is until he asked me to dance at a charity gala when I was sixteen. I had never been asked to dance by a boy before; I was normally paired with other noble children, usually from the suggestion made by their mothers. But this? It was different… and special. Someone chose to dance with me because they wanted to. And until that moment, I never understood what it meant to let a partner 'lead you', and well… I digress. It was nice. Bartie… he's just nice.

"But seriously, Mom," I continue, "the girls have already set everything up for tonight, and I'm the guest of honor for that. I can't just stand them up."

My mom gives me a long sigh. She's having that internal argument with herself where she compares her younger years as a commoner versus her younger years as a royal. "I guess I was hoping you'd get to meet your Uncle Drake tonight–"

I couldn't control my giggles. Growing up, Mom and Dad always referred to their close friends as 'Aunt' or 'Uncle', like my Uncle Max and Aunt Livvy. But they were also active members in my life that I saw frequently. 'Uncle Drake'? I don't even know the guy.

"Isn't he living on our couch for a while? I'm sure I'll meet him at breakfast sometime."

My mom pursed her lips. I think she realizes she has no other reasons to keep me home. Thank goodness.

"Is Lars going with you, or is one of the other guards?"

"Mom," I whine.

"Eleanor, you know the rules–"

"But I just want to be a normal twenty-year-old for the night–"

"Almost twenty-year-old," she smirks, stepping forward to fidget with my wavy, honey-brunette hair. "It's just not safe, baby. People know who you are–good people… and bad people. Even under all of this make-up, people will still recognize you."

I give a little huff, but she was right. I once dyed my hair purple and wore thick-rimmed frames to a show for a local punk band, and I'm pretty sure I posed for more photos with fans than the musicians.

"Fine, I'll ask Lars," I give my mother a half smile. "Anything else, your majesty?"

"One more thing," she twirls me around to face my reflection in the mirror. I'm keeping it pretty casual tonight with a white shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. I am pairing my black moto jacket with some gold accessories and my red Jimmy Choo pumps. Surely the woman doesn't think I'm showing off too much skin.

Suddenly, she raises my shirt in the back and unclips my white bra.

"Mom!"

"Eleanor," she snickers, shaking her head at me. "We've been over and over this ever since you got boobs: white shirt, nude undergarments."

I whip off my bra, quickly grabbing a skin-tone t-shirt bra. "No one's going to be looking."

"Someone is always looking."

After hooking my bra and smoothing out my tee, Mom gave me an approving nod. And then she put her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. "Have a good time tonight. I love you, my twenty-year-old baby."

"Almost twenty-year-old baby." We both fall into titters as we squeeze each other closer. "I love you too, Mommy."

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I text my bodyguard Lars to let him know about the evening, and as expected, he'll be ready with the car in ten minutes.

Poor guy was ball-and-chained to me when I got my driver's license. I'm sure when he signed up for the guard, he pictured himself traveling around the world, looking like a badass with my dad. Instead, he got me, and the only traveling he normally does is to gather my morning espresso and cronut. He's made more trips to Sephora than any man should ever make in his lifetime–even more than my Uncle Max.

He's a good guy… if you like the serious, never-crack-a-smile type. He looks like John Cena with a permanent angry expression, complete with a single bulging vein in the center of his forehead. He's a man of few words despite my attempts to make him laugh, but underneath all the brawn and muscle, he has a big heart. He has literally given me his coat so that I wouldn't have to walk through a puddle of half-melted snow. And to think, he has sworn to give so much more for my own life…

My phone abruptly pings. Beth.

>>> "Hey, bday bish! R U ready for the nite of ur life?"

I chuckle under my breath after reading the text. Night of my life… She always has a flare for the dramatics, but then again Beth has always been the life of the party. She has more personality in her pinkie finger than all of the citizens of Cordonia combined. Her mother is the Countess of Fydelia, and ever since Beth's father left, she's been indisposed. Mom says that's a more tactful way of saying, 'alcoholic'.

Beth walks more on the wild side, a real risk-taker. When I get in trouble, chances are she is somehow involved, like the time I got caught with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at the Baron's Ball. Ugh, talk about the hangover from hell… and that wasn't even my punishment…

But she, along with Josie, are my ride-or-die. My BFFs. My "You jump, I jump, right?". We've grown up together, became women together, and nothing was about to ruin that bond.

I fire a text back to Beth.

>>> "Can't wait! My car will be ready in a few. What restaurant are we meeting at?"

My phone instantly dings, catching me off guard in my attempts to glide on some lipstick. That was fast. I tap on the message.

>>> "We're coming 4 u! Be ready!"

My face falls. I know it's probably hard to believe, but my friends often forget that I'm a princess. Like, the legit crown princess of Cordonia, and because of that, I need a bodyguard present during all activities outside of the palace that have not otherwise been secured by the royal guard. As you can imagine, that rule made me so popular in grade school when my parents tried giving me a 'normal life'.

In retrospect, I'm quite grateful for the security through the years, especially when I hear about plots made by secret coups against my dad. But still, it would be nice to get my own darn breakfast. And I'm sure Lars would love to sleep in for once.

I text back.

>>> "And Lars"

>>> "R U kidding me? Ur shadow has 2 come?"

I let out a defeated exhale. She knows this. My phone suddenly rings, her picture lighting up the screen. "Hey–"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She sounds irritated, as if I did this maliciously to her.

"Beth, you know my parents won't allow me out without him or any other–"

"He can't come with us," she interrupts. I can hear Josie in the back, trying to calm Beth down.

"And do tell–" I cross an arm over my chest, raising an eyebrow, "--why is that?"

She lets out a huge sigh. "Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but–" she hesitates, sucking on her front teeth. "I got us three VIP passes into Core!"

I blink a few times, racking my brain for this to somehow trip a memory. "Core?" Nope. No tripping. "What's Core?"

"Nora!" She scoffs in disbelief. "It's only the newest and hottest club in town. Tonight is opening night. Half price shots–"

"Uh, Beth–?" I could feel my stomach sinking under the weight of her excitement. And Josie wasn't any better, squealing over the line.

A club? Like, with dancing and drinking? I had never been to one before. And something tells me that the king wouldn't be too approving of his nineteen-year-old daughter partying with half-drunk strangers, groping her in the name of dancing. Still, it sounds like so much fun.

"--and we have a VIP table with bottle service until midnight!"

"Beth!" I call out to get her attention again. "There… there's just no way I can do that. Especially without Lars."

"C'mon, Nora. It's your freaking birthday. You're supposed to let loose–"

I hang my head into my hands. "You know I want to, but… I–I can't do that. My parents–"

"--don't have to know."

That silenced me real quickly into deep thought. I might not be the world's most perfect child, but I have learned never to hide things from Liam and Riley Rys. Never.

But I'd be lying if a glimmer of hope and excitement didn't blossom in my chest at the thought of going out despite my parent's knowledge. Besides, I am an adult; I'm almost twenty for crying out loud. If anything, I've shown them how responsible I am, and that I can be trusted. Plus, Aunt Livvy has taught me more than enough self-defense maneuvers that I could probably take a second job as a spy with her wife.

Okay. Maybe Beth has a plan.

"And how won't they find out? Lars has to give a detailed report–"

"We won't bring him."

That's the plan? I snicker under my breath, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "And… how do you suggest I get rid of him?"

"Why not a sleepover?" I hear Josie suggest in the background.

A sleepover. That could work. There were few places I could go where security didn't have to be right beside me once a building was given the all clear. Beth's house happened to be one of them.

"But I'm already dressed up. And–and I told my mom we were going out–"

"So?" Beth interjects. "We changed our minds. We'll have dinner catered."

Crap. Am I really considering this? I look at my reflection in the mirror as I twist my lips. Dangit. And I'm having a really good hair day.

"What's it gonna be, Nora?"

I take a few cleansing breaths. I can feel my pulse, galloping like a racehorse in my ears. Could I actually get away with this? I've been to Beth's house thousands of times. The guard comes in, does a quick sweep, and then keeps watch outside, never to return until it's time for me to leave. We could sneak out the back through the guest house. He would never know.

I swallow thickly, adrenaline pouring into my veins.

"Okay. Let me make a call."

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eadanga · 3 months

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Royal Love Part 18

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Liam’s eyes went wide with shock as he tried to process what Eleanor just asked he put the phone on the couch and paced around the room in thought

“Dad you there?”

Liam quickly reached to grab the phone and he sighed “I’m here Eleanor but I don’t think we should discuss this on the phone”

“You’re right should I come out there?”

“No I’ll come I’ll get a hotel I’ll be there tomorrow”

“Ok dad I’ll see you love you”

“Love you too sweetheart”

Liam hung up and he sighed as MC walked into the room “Bella is out like a light now we can” She looks at his expression “What’s wrong?”

“Love Eleanor wants to reveal her identity to the guy she’s been seeing”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I’ll fly over a talk to her but I really don’t know what to say I want her to be happy but I mean it’s about her security there could be enemies everywhere and what do we even know about him?”

MC places a hand on his shoulder “I understand everything you’re saying but if our daughter feels in her heart that she can trust him then we should support her you don’t wanna be like your dad I mean look at what he did just to keep us apart”

“Oh yeah I remember” He clenches his fists as he remembers the confrontation he had with his father

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Liam stomps into his father’s study and throws the doors open “What the hell is this?!”

Constantine looks up from his papers “Liam what is it?”

Liam shoves photos in his face “I found these in your drawer! So it was you? You’re the one who ruined MC’s name and had every magazine and tabloid saying all kinds of shit about her!”

Constantine stands and takes a few steps back “Liam I can explain”

“Go ahead explain! Cause this is all bullshit!”

“Liam I did it for you!”

“For me?” Liam laughs “Please enlighten me on how this was for me”

“Liam a commoner woman can’t run a country! You need to be married to someone like a duchess or countess not some waitress you know nothing about!”

“Well since you like the news so much father here’s some news for you I am gonna marry her and I don’t give a damn about what you think!”

“Liam listen to me”

“No you listen! MC will always be the woman I love no one else and I am gonna fix this I’ve been recording everything and I’m sending this to every news station in Cordonia!”

Constantine’s eyes went wide “Liam you can’t do that! I’ll be ruined they’ll remove me off the throne for lying!”

“Good then someone better than you can be on the throne someone who’s not a scumbag”

“Liam!”

“You and your washed up old self can go to hell for all I care”

****

Liam clenches his fist “I will never forgive him I didn’t even go to his funeral for what he did I will never be like him”

“I know you won’t Liam you’re doing what he never did talking to her”

Liam smiles “Thanks love” He kisses her forehead then wraps his arms around her waist “Now I want to spend time with my lovely wife”

MC giggles as he lifts her up and carries her to the bed

****

Eleanor lays on her bed staring at the ceiling she hears a knocking on the door “Hey girl you want some snacks?” “No thanks”

Marissa pops her head in “Why are you laying there?”

“I just talked to my dad I told him I want to tell Cole everything”

“And what did he say?”

Eleanor sighs as she sits up “Not much just that we should talk in person he’s coming tomorrow” She fidgets “What if he’s disappointed in me?”

“Hey your dad loves you he’ll never say that”

“I know I’m just worried about what he’ll say”

“I’m sure it’ll go great your dad wants you happy”

“Yeah he does”

****

Liam arrives at the hotel and gets his things settled in he texts Eleanor the address he sighs as he waits for her to arrive. There’s a knock on the door and he goes to open it and he grins when he sees her

“Hi daddy”

Liam pulls her in for a hug “Hi princess” He kisses her forehead “Come on sit down let’s talk”

Eleanor sits on the bed and Liam sits next to her “So this Cole guy are you?”

“Well we’re taking it slow but I do have feelings for him and I don’t want to lie to him”

“I know Eleanor I know the feeling but you know it’s about your security and you don’t know who’s listening in”

“I know dad it puts me at risk telling other people I just want to be honest”

Liam gives her a small smile “And honesty is always the number one thing in a relationship what did you tell him?”

“That you’re high in the government of Cordonia”

“You didn’t tell him my title?”

“No”

Liam sighs “You know your happiness is important to me Eleanor” He smiles “I’ll let you tell him”

“Really?”

“Yes on one condition”

“What is it?”

“You give it some time let you relationship with him get stronger and you bring him to Cordonia so we can personally meet him and”

“So he sees what my life is like as a princess?”

“Yup if he feels the same way about you he’ll accept you know matter who you are”

Eleanor smiles “That’s fair dad I’ll do it”

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becca-davenqueer · 2 years

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TRR but I redesign the MC set to look like modern Choices

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Book:TRR/TRH

Series: Crossed

Maxwell, Juliana and their son Julian

@maxwell-beaumont-appreciation @honey358luv @bertrandbeaumontfan @harleybeaumont @yaniradolton @burnsoslow @nestledonthaveone @kingliam2019 @mom2000aggie @kingliam-rys @karahalloway @shewillreadyou @queenjilian @queenrileyrose @ao719 @angelasscribbles @choicesficwriterscreations @luvquit @beaumontbash @yolandawalker @yourmajesty09 @phoenixrising0308 @kingliam-rys .

#mbaw #maxwell beaumont #Maxwell x mc #trr #trh #Cordonia #Maxwell family life

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findingdrake · 3 months

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#my mc #choices #choices trh #outfits

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sincerelyella · 1 year

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Thank you 🎂

I finally have a minute to thank everyone that took the time to send me messages, text me, blow up my phone in group chats and took the time to celebrate with me last Monday. You have no idea how loved I felt and still feel!

My sweet friends @ofpixelsandscribbles @burnsoslow @ao719 @debramcg1106 commissioned amazing art that MOVES from @/pokipaca from ig ❤️ thank you babes, I love you with my entire heart and soul!

Gonna tag some of my Liam and Ella lovers 🥰

@kingliam2019 @neotericthemis @tessa-liam @gladkitty @charlotteg234 @foreverethereal123 @alyssalauren @sfb123 @tinkie1973 @forallthatitsworth @gkittylove99 @cordonia-gothqueen @peonierose @aestheticartsx

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Heir Apparent Chapter 15: Homecoming

Series: Heir Apparent.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley (past)

Word Count: 1,776

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes, language, Depression, self-harm mentioned, I should tag as infidelity (even though it arguably wasn't, as she had her fiancée's permission for what happened in Vegas, but some people have gotten very upset with me about it, so I'm tagging it as such just to be on the safe side)

A/N: Yes, you guys, it's back! I'm sorry it's been so long since the last update. Other things got in the way, but I do have so many more ideas for this one.

A/N2: My original idea for this was just simply that it never made sense that Drake would agree for his child to be the heir. Under what other circumstances would Riley marry Drake but be mother to the heir? Well....if she were actually pregnant with the heir. The Vegas fling was the perfect vehicle to drive that. Since Drake gave permission for the fling, I didn't anticipate the trauma that ended up happening, but once I started writing, that's what happened. This story went to some much darker places than I ever imagined or planned. Hopefully they are back on solid ground now. We'll see. As I write by the seat of my pants, I often don't know what's coming any more than the readers do! 🤣

Everything else: Master List.

On the ride back to Valtoria, they kept sneaking glances at each other. As if they were both afraid the other was going to disappear. They drove mostly in silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one, like the ride to the palace had been. Both were lost in their own thoughts, the events of the last few days, the last few weeks, had been heavy, there was an overwhelming tiredness mingled with the relief. Now that the gripping fear of losing each other had abated, emotional exhaustion set in.

“I feel like I could sleep for a week.” Riley said. All she’d done in her time at the palace was toss and turn, fall into a fitful sleep, jerk awake, then fight the panic in her chest until she could fall into a restless sleep. Repeat, on loop. Nothing about those three days had been restful.

“Me too.” Drake had no idea how much sleep he’d gotten, but passed out drunk wasn’t exactly the same as restorative sleep. He didn’t sleep well without her next to him anyway. He snuck a quick glance at her as he reached for her hand, “There’s nothing stopping us from climbing into bed and doing exactly that.”

She smiled at him as she took his hand and tears pricked his eyes. He’d had no idea just how tight the vise around his heart had been until it loosened. There was the smile he’d fallen in love with, there was that light in her eyes, there was the expression of love shining from them. He had missed those things so much, had missed her. He’d missed those million little ways she showed she loved him, like the way he’d catch her staring at him from across the room or the way she cut his sandwiches into heart shapes. He grumbled about it. “I’m a grown ass man, Riley.” But secretly it made his stupid heart feel all warm and fuzzy. He squeezed her hand as he forced his attention back to the road.

With his attention fixed on driving, Riley was able to study his face. She leaned her head back against the headrest as she drank in the curve of his face, the way the setting sun filtered through his hair. She smiled at how he always kept his hands precisely at nine o’clock and three o’clock unless he needed a hand free for something. Like holding hers.

She gripped his hand like it was the only thing holding her above water. His touch calmed and soothed her; she hadn’t realized how much until it had been gone. Even when she had been afraid of losing him, even when she had been sunk in depression, even when she had barely responded to him, his presence had been comforting. His touch, brushing her hair out of her face or rubbing her back, had helped. Without him she’d been set adrift, anchorless. She never wanted to experience it again.

“Let’s do it then!” She smiled up at him.

He took his eyes off the road long enough to glance at her face, the dazzling smile he found there made all the unhappiness and uncertainty of the last few weeks just wash away. He drug his eyes reluctantly back to the road. His foot pressed down a little heavier on the gas pedal at the thought of cuddling up next to her in their bed, wrapping his arms around her and not having her pull away.

“Do you need anything before we head up to bed?” He asked her as they entered the house.

“Do we have any chocolate cake?” She asked hopefully.

“You want cake?” He asked in pleased surprise. Eating was definitely a good sign.

“I could eat some.” She admitted, “But really what I want is a bath. I haven’t had one in three days. Poor Liam, I hope he changes the sheets before he sleeps in his bed.”

“Yeah…” Drake pushed away the thought of Liam sleeping on sheets that smelled like his wife.

She caught the hesitancy in his tone, “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-“

“You did nothing wrong, baby. Come on, I’m going to go draw you a bath then I’ll call down to the kitchen for some chocolate cake…chocolate lava cake, how about that?” Liam being in love with her was just a fact of life. There wasn’t much either of them could do about it. He didn’t see the point of talking about it.

Her face lit up, “Oh, yummmm! Yes, please! With milk!”

“You sure about that?”

She nodded emphatically, “I’m sure!”

“Ok, then.” They climbed up the stairs together and entered the bedroom. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply upon entering the room, the familiar smell washing over him. It was a unique mixture of her scent mixed with his own, with a faint whiff of Riley’s favorite fabric softener underlying them both. It smelled like home.

“I’ll…uh…go start you a bath while you pick out some clothes, ok?”

“You don’t have to do that you know.”

“I know. I want to.” He was determined to make sure she never doubted his commitment and devotion again.

When Riley entered the bathroom, she found the tub full of her favorite bubble bath, scented candles flickering on the counter and her favorite bath towel already placed in the warmer. “Wow, this is above and beyond.”

“You deserve above and beyond, Riley.” He told her, “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn’t.”

“What?” She looked at him in surprise, “Of course you didn’t! I was the one pushing you away. It seems silly, now. Looking back, all you did was try to be there for me, cooking for me, trying to plan the nursery, you literally held my hair while I puked. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh, whatever.” He scoffed, “You patched me up after a gunshot wound then refused to sleep all night so you could watch me breath.”

Her face went completely serious, “I’m not a doctor, Drake. I was afraid that if I fell asleep and you started bleeding again-“ the words choked off in a sob.

“Oh, hey, hey! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!” He was across the room and at her side in two strides. He wrapped her up in his arms, “It’s ok, I survived, see? I’m right here!”

“Sorry.” She sniffed, “Hormones, I guess.” Or, recent events had stirred up those feelings of helplessness and panic when she’d thought she might lose him.

“Don’t apologize. You’re fine.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks, “You’re just tired and emotionally exhausted. I know the feeling. So, let’s just get you into the bath, ok?”

She nodded as he pulled Liam’s shirt over her head and tossed it into the hamper. His motives for getting her out of those clothes and into the bath might have been at least a little selfish on his part. He knew it was probably petty and stupid, but he didn’t like seeing her in Liam’s clothes.

She slipped into the bath and sighed as she stretched out in the extra large claw footed, cast iron tub. She tipped her head up to find Drake still standing there, “Are you just going to stare at me while I take a bath?”

“Uh…I’m kind of afraid to leave you alone. I don’t want you to fall asleep in the tub.” He admitted.

“You could come in here with me.” She suggested.

“Thought you’d never ask!” He grinned at her as he stripped his own clothes off and climbed into the tub behind her.

She scooted forward to give him room. Once he settled in, he pulled her back, so she was leaning against him. She picked up the bottle of shampoo, but he reached out and took it.

“Here, let me do that.” He squeezed some into his hand and rubbed it into her hair.

He worked the shampoo through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. He felt her body go limp against his. “Hey, don’t fall asleep, ok?”

“Not.” She mumbled, “Just relaxed.”

“Uh-huh.” He poured water over her hair as he rinsed the soap out. “Hand me the conditioner please.”

She handed it over and he opened it, the familiar lavender scent hitting his nostrils as he poured a generous amount into his hand. He smoothed the conditioner into her hair then poured out a second handful. She had a lot of hair. He took his time, using his fingers to comb out any tangles and making sure every bit of hair was coated.

While Drake focused on her hair, Riley lathered soap onto a loofa and washed the front of her body, leaning forward and tossing it over her shoulder to Drake when she was done, “Do my back?”

He moved her hair, gathering the wet, heavy, freshly conditioned mass in his hands and placing it over one shoulder, out of his way. She shivered as his fingers brushed her bare shoulder. He ran the loofa over her back then used his hands to scoop water over her bare skin, rinsing it clean. “Lean back and I’ll rinse your hair.”

She leaned back into his chest and closed her eyes, the warmth of the water around her and the soothing feel of his hands caressing her scalp combined to bring her to the brink of sleep, heaviness overtaking her drooping eyelids. She must have fallen asleep in the tub after all because the next thing she was aware of was being lifted in Drakes arms and deposited into a chair. “Mmmm, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, here.” A towel fresh out of the warmer wrapped around her as another moved across her body, gently drying her.

When she was dry, Drake gathered her in his arms again and carried her to bed, tucking her under the covers before climbing in next to her and pulling her close against his side.

“I never got my cake.” She mumbled into his chest.

A soft laugh rumbled through him, “You can have it for breakfast.”

Her eyes blinked open and fixed on his, “Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For bathing you?” He chuckled again.

“No. I mean, yes, but also….for loving me.”

His arms tightened around her, “Forever, baby, no matter what.”

“Same.” She sighed; her eyes fluttering closed as she lost the fight to stay awake.

Drake buried his nose in her hair and inhaled before kissing the top of her head. Then he held her close as the sound of her breathing lulled him into a contented sleep of his own.

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sfb123 · 2 years

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I was lucky enough to win a commission by the wonderful @/artbyainna for @ao719’s Tumblrversary giveaway, and I am absolutely FLOORED!

LOOK AT MY BABIES! This is Liam and Riley from a pivotal scene in my series Sapere Aude. I was going to post a snippet, but it's completely loaded with major spoilers, so iykyk. If you don’t, check out the series master here. If you don’t want to read the whole thing, and want the spoilers of this scene, it’s from chapter 8.

Thank you so much to Anitah for your generosity (and congrats again on that Tumblrversary), and to Ainna for using your incredible talent to help me bring one of my silly stories to life yet again.

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noheadthoughtsemptyig · 7 months

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Fellow choices players, could any of you recommend some good Olivia x MC (trr,trh) fics please? I’m obsessed again but I can’t find many fics related to them.

#choices stories you play #olivia nevrakis #play choices #trr #the royal romance #the royal heir #trh #olivia x mc #trr mc

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choicesfrog · 9 months

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TRR was the second series I ever read (I think book 3 was still releasing when I started), so it’s always been special to me. Hana and Liam deserve so much better though, and reading through @lizzybeth1986’s essays just reinforced that for me.

I’ve been doing replays both of their routes to see what I want to ‘keep’ in my version that includes an OC for Hana, and I just feel so bad for her. Hana deserves so, so much better than how she was treated. Both her and Liam deserve for their pain and distress not to be pushed to the side. I know it’s just a story, but it’s almost hard to play Hana’s route especially with how she’s treated.

At this point the TRR that exists is the one in my head, and the versions in fics where Hana and Liam actually have loving partners who care about them and their wellbeing.

#I’m glad I’m not alone in having issues with certain aspects of cannon TRR #Hana scenes always being tied to her teaching MC something never sat right with me #Same with Liam never really getting to acknowledge the loss of his father and their complicated relationship towards the end #Or going on to trh everything that he found out happened with his mother #I’m really tempted to try and write some fic #Elaine and Eloise would never treat Liam and Hana like cannon MC does #Sorry for the rant 😬

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The Royal Romance Part 7

Liam dusts himself off as they start to walk down the street to the pastry shop. Riley walks beside him smiling “You’ve got a leaf in your hair”

Liam feels his face heat up as she gets closer and reaches to pull a leaf out of his hair he inhales her scent God she’s so intoxicating if we were alone the things I would do to her He smiles as Riley pulls the leaf out his hair

“There you go”

“Thank you Riley you’re very kind”

“It was my pleasure”

As they continue to walk Maxwell grins “Is it me of is it more fun to be out a night when you’re also breaking the rules?”

Hana giggles “It’s more fun when you know your heading to something delicious”

Liam nods “After a day spent answering the press and the queen this is the sweetest freedom”

Riley grins “And it’s about to get sweeter”

They approach the pastry shop and Maxwell shouts “We need all your finest cronuts please!”

Riley and Liam laugh as Hana speaks “I think you’re supposed to go to the counter not just shout from the doorway”

Drake shakes his head “Like normal people”

Riley smiles “I’ll take care of this you guys take a seat”

Liam chooses a spot by the window and they all take a seat. He watches Riley as she orders the cronuts and smiles

Maxwell leans in and whispers “So Riley is really something right?”

“Hm? Oh yeah she’s great”

“Seems like Riley doesn’t have a chair” He grabs a chair and puts it next to Liam

Liam raises an eyebrow “Maxwell what are you doing?”

“Oh I’m not doing anything”

Liam chuckles “You’re a terrible liar” He smiles “Thanks anyway”

Riley returns to the table and takes as seat next to Liam he drapes his arm around the back of the chair she leans in closer to him and he grins Wish she was closer “Well these look delicious”

Drake eyes them suspiciously “What’s more important is how they taste let me at them” He reaches for one

Riley nods “All together”

Liam counts “1”

Hana smiles “2”

“3” Before Drake can finish Maxwell immediately takes a bite

“Delicious!”

Drake frowns “Maxwell!”

Liam can’t help but chuckle as Maxwell grins “I regret nothing! Mmmmm so flaky crusty glazed cloud of flavor!”

Hana smiles “I must take these back home I’ve never had anything so light so fluffy and sweet”

Liam smiles “These rival finest pastries from the palace chefs even Drake is smiling”

“What who doesn’t love a good dessert?"

****

Riley smiles as she them enjoy the cronuts “I’m glad you all are enjoying them I like they make it here even better than New York”

Maxwell grins “The last time I had something this good Bertrand hired a pastry chef from a Michelin starred restaurant to make his birthday cake”

Riley looks at him surprised “Wait are you saying Bertrand actually used to have fun? The same Bertrand who’s been lecturing me all week?”

Maxwell nods “Heh yeah he wasn’t always like he is now”

Liam nods “There was a time when Bertrand would’ve been here with us now”

Riley’s eyes widen “Really?”

Liam sighs “Yes we were close once but he’s grown distant over the pass few years”

Maxwell smiles “Aw Bertrand gonna be fine he’s sorting some things out you know what I’ll even bring him back a cronut”

Hana smiles “That’s sweet of you”

Drake scoffs “It’s a noble thought but we’ll see if that cronut actually makes it back to the palace”

Maxwell raises an eyebrow “I hope you’re not implying I’ll eat my brother’s cronut”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Maxwell pauses and Riley can’t help but snicker “…Well it’s the thought that counts”

Hana grins “Can’t believe mine’s gone already it was delicious”

Riley grins “What did I tell you? Have faith in me”

Maxwell grins “That’s was a treat thanks Riley!”

Drake smiles “We should sneak out more often”

Liam smiles “I wish I could”

****

Liam takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his mouth as Hana looks out the window

“Wow it’s gotten so late”

Liam stands “We should head back”

Riley smirks “Don’t want the kingdom to panic over it’s missing prince?”

Liam chuckles then nods “Precisely I’ve already been gone for some time”

Drake smirks “Historians will tell the day when Cordonia nearly collapsed because the Prince went out for cronuts”

Liam chokes back a laugh “Maybe it’s not that bad but we really should be heading back to the palace”

They all head out the café and begin to walk down the street and a figure appears

Liam’s eyes widen “Bastien? What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t have you go anyway without your security”

Liam sighs “How did you know?”

Bastien chuckles “Please your highness I was assigned to your brother before this I’ve seen every trick in the book”

“I’m sorry to have troubled you”

Bastien waves away his apology grinning “Like I said I was assigned to your brother compared to him this was hardly any trouble but…”

“We should be getting back I know”

“You go an ahead I’ll walk behind and keep an eye on things”

Liams nods “Thank you Bastien”

They continue to walk Liam notices Riley slowing down to walk next to him “This was an excellent idea”

“I thought we could use a little fun”

Liam grins “It’s more than that it’s really seeing everything” He looks around “It’s strange I’m a potential leader of my country and yet there’s still so much I haven’t experienced”

Riley grins “Well I’ll be your escape in your own backyard”

Liam chuckles then smiles “You have no idea how happy I am to have you here being an icon robs me of certain luxuries liking visiting going out with friends” He smirks “Spending time with you”

Riley blushes “Liam you know you should be fair to the other ladies”

“Maybe I don’t have to when I’m outside the palace”

“Oooh scandalous”

Liam smiles as he takes her hand and squeezes it “Riley thank you for another rare glimpse beyond my princely world”

Maxwell turns and waves “Hey you two you’re falling behind catch up or we’ll leave you!”

Liam sighs Thanks for ruining the moment Maxwell “Looks like we better close the distance” He suck a breath Oh I shouldn’t have said that it implies I want to kiss her which I do so badly He looks over and sees Riley smiling

“But not so fast I want to hang onto these precious moments”

Liam let’s out a sigh of relief then smiles “I will oblige my lady”

****

Riley wakes up the next day to knocking on the door Ugh who is that it’s so early She sleepily gets up and opens the door and sees Maxwell and Bertrand

Maxwell grins “Rise and Shine Riley!”

Riley groans as she walks back to the bed and sits down

Bertrand sighs “I’ll assume that’s the appropriate morning greeting followed by use of my title”

“What is it? Why are we up at this time?”

Maxwell smiles “We just heard where the next social event is gonna be and if we wanna get there before anyone else we should get packed it’s gonna be fun”

Riley yawns as she stretches “Where are we going?”

“To the northern region of Cordonia to the snow!”

Riley smiles “I love the snow”

Bertrand shakes his head “I wouldn’t celebrate too soon the family that’s hosting us up there the place we’ll be staying at belongs to the Lythikos duchy”

Lythikos why does that sound familiar Riley raises an eyebrow “That means?”

“That you’re about to go straight to Olivia’s home territory if you want time with Prince Liam you’re gonna have to beat her at her own game”

Riley frowns I knew I shouldn’t have asked “…Crap”

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