#Chateau Beaumont

[wine-porn]

High Mountain

I gotta say something about this wine… I can’t just group it into a bottle-post and say “This was good.” It goes way beyond that. 15 and 16 were interesting vintages in Bordeaux, with intensely structured wines and the latter seeming a bit more *user friendly* than the former. And this 15 checks all those boxes with aplomb. Dark and dank, it showcases black fruit, figs and concentrated cherry in…

[adore-laur]

BEAUTY

— harry & nadine’s meet-cute 🕊️

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SIX YEARS AGO

Grey skies loomed over Loire Valley with the promise of an April rainstorm. The slow-moving river snaked through the scenic countryside and stretched beyond what the human eye could see. Trees rustled in a favorable breeze, stirring up aromas from nearby fruit orchids. Firecrests and turtledoves chirped in the distance, signaling the start of spring.

Nadine savored it all while crossing the bridge on her Beaumont bicycle. In the front wicker basket was her canvas tote bag containing her Kodak camera protectively wrapped in a pillowcase, a serving of fresh tapioca pudding she had impulsively purchased from the local farmer's market, and an unknown flower she had found under the oak tree in her backyard. Her yellow raincoat crinkled as she pedaled vigorously to get to her destination before the clouds burst. The scrape on her knee she had gotten from falling off her bike in her gravel driveway dully ached. Maybe the rain would wash away the dried blood.

The Domaine de Chaumont-sur-Loire opened its annual International Garden Festival that morning, which Nadine wouldn't have missed for the world. It resurfaced fond childhood memories of strolling through the enriching gardens with her family and getting lost in the creative landscapes showcased by landscapers, architects, and photographers far and wide.

Nadine planned to take photos to build her modeling portfolio. As a curvy girl with distinct ethnic features, getting her foot in the door had been challenging, but the alluring backdrop of the gardens would make her stand out. The theme was Gardens of Sensations.

In the past, it had been no easy feat to photograph herself with her less-than-adequate camera and awkward self-direction. However, she prepared to make these sacrifices for a prosperous career. Loire Valley only had one modeling agency, which meant she had to start somewhere small and affordable before traveling north to Paris for more lavish opportunities.

To earn a living, Nadine provided housekeeping services for surrounding chateaus. The work was rewarding, but it did not spark any passion for her. As a young girl, she had been fascinated by the aesthetic of posing in different environments and making fashion statements after seeing magazine spreads of French models strutting down the catwalk. But she had never been able to imagine herself in their shoes—literally and figuratively. Those six-inch heels seemed killer. With her thick eyebrows, pesky cellulite, and blemished skin, she had been the complete opposite of what model scouts sought.

Once Nadine became wiser over the years, she knew her worth. Her natural beauty just needed to be highlighted by the right scenery and garments.

When she arrived at the festival, she locked her bike on a rack and slung her tote bag over her shoulder. The historical Chateau-de-Chaumont on the sprawling lawn caused her to stop and stare for a moment. It was grand and beautiful, just as she remembered. Her new-fangled perspective left her wondering what inspiration she would discover.

After purchasing an admission ticket, she walked under the arch of the chateau to reach the garden path that weaved through twenty-one hectares of artistic garden exhibits. Each display differed depending on where the landscaper originally hailed from, like Japan, South Korea, Great Britain, and countless other countries. Among the trees was a greenhouse kitchen where vegetables were grown and offered to visitors. Nadine remembered eating juicy little tomatoes there as a teenager—they were called 'the nipples of Venus.' The memory made her smile faintly.

She glanced around for a pretty scene to photograph herself in just as rain began to sprinkle. Shivering, she pulled the hood of her poncho over her head. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to embark on a modeling adventure. Maybe she should have turned around and gone home.

But further in the gardens, Nadine stumbled upon a peculiar situation. An exhibition was still being set up, nestled in an opening surrounded by greenery like a secret oasis. Landscapers worked diligently to put the finishing touches on it. Their work had been delayed by the unpredictable climate in central France. It was a blessing that the rain didn’t fall much through the canopy of trees above.

There was a rectangular vat of water with a wooden path winding through it, similar to a Candyland board. The landscapers removed leaves and branches from the water with pool skimmers. Red bamboo canes stood tall around it, hugging the scene with vibrant color. There was something simple yet entrancing about it, and she was drawn to the energy of tranquility that called to her.

Nadine slowly approached, attempting to act invisible so as not to disturb them. She would wait until they were done before taking photos. Perhaps sitting on the path and posing near the bamboo would be adequate. Yes, that would be a fantastic shot. Unique, too, which was what she strived for.

Her childlike wonder pushed her closer until her attention snagged on something else. Something a little more intriguing.

A man stood waist-deep in the water, rearranging bamboo with sedulous care, his bare back turned to her. He had the most muscular, contoured back Nadine had ever seen in her life. It was sculpted in a way that captured her gaze, but she should not have been surprised. He was some sort of landscaper, which was a labor-intensive job. His tendons were surely robust. Sacré bleu, why was she thinking about his tendons?

She snapped out of her man-induced hypnosis. She had a job to get done. Her future was at stake! With that thought, she unwrapped her camera from its cocoon just as a couple of landscapers brushed past her with metal buckets, paying no mind to her lingering presence. She must have looked like a mere tourist.

Nadine delicately cleared her throat in an attempt to catch the attention of the man with the beautiful back. He was the only one still tending to the exhibit and did not seem to hear her.

"Excusez-moi?" she said, removing her hood to appear more approachable.

The man's large hands, which were also gorgeously sculpted, halted around the lithe bamboo sticks. His face turned before his body did, and goodness gracious! Oh wow. He was pleasing—to look at, she meant. His foreign face was a masterpiece of symmetry. While he did not look French, remnants of European features still adorned his face. A well-chiseled bone structure and an elegant straight nose. Pink lips that were parted. A firm chest with a ridged midsection. Disheveled, rain-soaked hair.

"Bonjour," he replied, sounding perplexed. Soulful green eyes stared intently at her.

Nadine's gaze desperately wanted to wander south again, but she remained strong. "Is this exhibit open to visitors?" she asked.

He regarded her for longer than normal—not scrutinizingly, but rather in a mystified manner. "Yes. My apologies; I was just perfecting a few details."

"I did not mean to intrude. I—" She paused and searched for the proper words. "Well, I was hoping to take pictures for my portfolio here."

"Your portfolio?" he echoed.

Nodding, Nadine nervously tucked her damp hair behind her ears. "For modeling. I want to broaden my use of compelling backdrops, and this festival has plenty of them." She waved a hand, the flourishing nature around them not needing further explanation. "Anyway, this particular exhibit caught my eye. Would it be possible for me to take some pictures?"

The man glanced behind her, his brows furrowing. "Where’s your photographer?"

"I do not have one," she said shyly. "I just place my camera on a flat surface and set the timer."

It was far too expensive to hire an entire crew for a photoshoot. She would have rather saved money by gaining hands-free experience herself. Besides, people in the modeling industry admired humble beginnings. She was building her career from the ground up.

"Would you like some assistance?" he asked, raindrops gently falling from his chin. Nadine detected a lilted British accent.

"Oh, I do not want to be a nuisance," she said. "I’m sure you’re busy."

He walked to the edge closest to her and shook his head, a handsome smile pulling at his lips. "No, not anymore."

Feeling thrilled, Nadine's heartbeat pounded like a stampede of wild animals. "All right, then."

It was an unexpected turn of events. As far as she was concerned, she had not expected to meet someone as generous as this man. She hadn't expected much of anything out of today since the weather put a damper on her mood, and her dreams often felt unattainable.

"What's your name?"

Handing over her camera, she answered, "Nadine."

"I'm Harry," he said. "I'm a landscape architect, which might not help your situation, but I did get a passing grade in a college-level photography class. Is that good enough?"

"I don't know," she countered playfully. "I might interpret a passing grade differently from you."

He laughed, his nose scrunching. "B-minus."

She pretended to mull it over before saying, "I will accept that."

"Merci." He sat on the wooden path. "So, do you have any specific ideas in mind for the photoshoot?"

"I know I want to be a part of nature. Close-up shots are preferred. And..." Nadine looked at the exhibit, pondering. "Am I allowed to go in the water?"

"I don't see why not."

"Will I get into trouble? I couldn't stand being banned from this place."

While fidgeting with her camera, Harry said, "This is my exhibit."

This had been designed by him? It was highly impressive, and it made her feel better knowing a person with a meticulous brain and a keen eye for design was helping her. It was also attractive knowing he had constructed it with his bare hands. Did his fingers have calluses? Were there blood, sweat, and tears involved? No, don’t think about him sweating!

"You're letting a stranger interfere with your creation?" she asked, willing away the heat rushing up her neck.

As Harry raised the camera to his eye and pointed it at random things, seemingly testing its functionality, he murmured, "You would be adding beauty to it."

In the middle of removing her sandals and poncho, Nadine’s breath hitched. It was quite bold of him to make such a statement. She had to tread carefully around this male enigma. She was there for business and business only.

"Hop in," Harry said. "The water is heated."

She felt vulnerable in her white camisole and brown silk maxi skirt. Her curves were accentuated by the spring breeze blowing through the fabric. Her feet sank into the dirt. To remain true to the theme of nature and its rawness, she had opted not to wear any makeup.

Shimmying down her skirt and letting it pool on the ground, she was left wearing beige underwear. Without a single word spoken, the mood turned intimate.

While she dipped one leg into the water, Harry's gentlemanly gaze remained fixed on her face. He was right—it was a glorious temperature, like sinking into a lukewarm bath after a long day. She was submerged up to her rib cage.

"Are you new to Loire Valley?" Nadine asked, curious about how this beautiful man showed up in her hometown.

"I live in England. I was invited to this festival to create a United Kingdom exhibit."

"Ah, oui. It must be such an honor. Do you like it here so far?"

Harry nodded. "It's gorgeous. The architecture is brilliant."

"I hope the sheer number of chateaus we have is not overwhelming,” Nadine said, slicking her hair back with wet palms.

He chuckled and stood up. "Shall we get started?"

Nadine leaned against the edge of the vat, swaying trees and clusters of red bamboo behind her. She settled her expression into her "model face," which was basically just her looking slightly pissed off at something, but in a sexy way. With her chin tilted up, she showed off her sharp jaw and neck muscles.

Harry knelt on the wooden path and held the camera steadily. Leaning forward, he zoomed in at a low angle. There was a look of concentration on his face, and she felt elated that he was so serious about assisting her.

The shutter clicked a few times. By moving her face just a smidge, she subtly posed. It was all natural to her once she was in the moment—like breathing. She loved immersing herself in working the camera to her advantage. She made it her best friend.

"Regardez-moi," Harry murmured, sending a delightful shiver down Nadine’s spine. She looked at him with her lips pursed attractively, and he snapped more photos. "Parfaite."

"You speak very good French."

Still adorably focused on his task, he hummed in acknowledgment. "I studied architecture at Versailles and took French classes. It's a romantic language."

"I agree." She switched her pose by spreading her arms in the water and trying to smize, as invented by Tyra Banks. The camera’s shutter sounded dozens of times.

To get the best angles, Harry contorted his body in semi-ridiculous ways. He then got in the water and stood near her. Nadine’s heart rate spiked since he was even more ethereal up close. There was a gentleness to his presence, and she was undeniably attracted to it.

"What do you call an angry French aunt?" Harry asked, setting up a joke.

"Oh, boy. What?"

"A crossaunt."

Nadine let a giggle escape. Slowly lowering the camera, Harry stared at her in awe. His smile was stuck in place, as if making her laugh stopped time.

"Fossetes," he whispered. Dimples.

A powerful blush expanded across her face and spread to her chest. Suddenly, her smile turned shy. She had never experienced such attention from a man before. The feeling was both daunting and exhilarating.

Water sluiced down Nadine's body when she stood at her full height. "Thank you for doing this," she said, her voice weak.

"It was my pleasure,” Harry replied. “You made my job easy."

She was going to burst into flames if she kept blushing. "Can I repay the favor in any way?"

His lips quirked to the side as he hummed thoughtfully. "What are your plans for next weekend?" he asked.

"I will most likely be back here again."

"As will I."

"So...” Nadine chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I will see you then?"

"Absolutely." He cleared his throat and held her gaze. "I was wondering if you would fancy doing something with me afterward. We could visit all the farmer's markets. Perhaps stroll along the river at sunset. You could show me your favorite spots and tell me why you love them."

Nadine inhaled a little gasp. If he wanted to spend an evening together, he had surely felt the connection too. It was palpable, hanging thickly in the air like a storm cloud. She could feel the electrical charge with just a single glance. It was definitely worth exploring.

"Unless you're taken,” Harry added uncertainly, combing a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I should have asked first. I just find you so pretty, and you have a lovely laugh." He paused briefly, glimpsing at her lips. "I'd love to hear more of it."

She walked toward him, her pulse going haywire. Her palms rested against his chest as she softly kissed his clean-shaven cheek and said, "I’m available.”

"Oui?"

"Oui."

Harry's eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Splendid. I'm looking forward to it, dove."

Gleeful flutters took flight in Nadine's stomach. She had been yearning for a serendipitous moment for ages. The prospect of being wanted always felt unreachable to her. No boy had ever decided she was worth a chance. Now, there was a glimmer of hope.

When Nadine arrived home later that evening, she perused through the pictures on her camera—there were at least a hundred. Each one captured her in a certain light that had been unknown to her. Through the eyes of someone else, she found herself desirable.

All thanks to the man with the beautiful back.

——

[eadanga]

The Royal Romance Chapter 10 Part 1

Riley and Maxwell walked through the palace halls after breakfast Maxwell stretches out his arms “Ahhh it’s nice to back Don’t get me wrong I loved our ski chateau adventure but give me a good beach party any day”

Riley giggles “Is that what’s going on today I thought we were watching a bunch of boats race”

Maxwell nods “Well the Royal Regatta is a morning of sailboat races” He slowly grins “Followed by an afternoon beach party!”

Riley looks over at Bertrand who stands silently in thought she looks at him in confusion “Hold up something is wrong it’s Bertrand he hasn’t said a grumpy thing all morning”

Bertrand snaps out of his thoughts “Uh what?”

Riley smirks “Normally you’ll be saying things like it’s not a beach party it’s a dignified beach soiree or don’t embarrass House of Beaumont commoner”

Maxwell laughs “He does say that stuff doesn’t he?”

Bertrand sighs “I suppose I’ve been distracted lately I’ve been dealing with some complicated matters regrading our estate”

Riley places a hand on his shoulder “I’m sorry to hear that”

Bertrand nods “Thanks I suppose” He squares his shoulders “Now I apologize for being distracted you have my full attention I have to ask what are you planning on wearing Riley”

Riley sighs “And he’s back”

Maxwell shrugs “I think she looks good”

“Be as it may you might want to wear something more seaworthy not only will he participating in your first race”

Riley’s eyes go wide “Wait I’m gonna to be what?”

“But the Regatta is open to the public so the press will be there to take photos and do interviews it might behoove you to wear something more nautical”

Riley walks up to him “Can we go back to the part where I’m racing I don’t know anything about boats”

“Anytime a social season involves picking a royal bride the first race of the Regatta is traditional one the suitors participate in mostly for show really”

Riley sighs “Whew so there’s no pressure to win then”

“Oh there’s pressure the Regetta is one of King Constantine’s favorite events he bestows the honor upon the woman who wins the ceremonial race so it’s an opportunity to get into his good graces” He waves a hand dismissively “But you needn’t not worry I’ve commissioned a qualified crew to man your boat you just worry about looking good on the railing”

“So what you’re saying is I need to go boutique?”

Maxwell nods “It wouldn’t hurt to look”

Riley nods “On it” She dashes down the hallway into the boutique she immediately goes trough the racks Hmm let’s see seaworthy and can’t help that Liam would love it too She blushes at the thought and continues to look she notices a stripped shirt and shorts “Ooh this is perfect just need an accessory to pull it all together” She looks at the accessories till she notices a rope belt hanging in the back “Oh nice this will do” She quickly pays for the outfit and quickly changes into it She heads out to meet Bertrand and Maxwell and poses “How’s this?”

Maxwell grins “Now you look like a sailor!”

Bertrand nods “Good now let’s head out”

After a long drive they arrive at the marina Riley smiles as she sees the many boats and grins “This is amazing”

Maxwell nods “This is great the weather is perfect!”

Riley grins as she throws her arms out “Yes the suns out and funs out”

Bertrand stands next to them “All right that’s enough of that you two keep your wits about you Lady Riley you must always remember that in a crowed event like this a photo can be taken at anytime you must refrain from silliness and a word of advice if the press corners look be sure to hint that the Prince likes you but you don’t want to be too oblivious about it”

Riley nods “Got it were close but not too close” As she looks around she notices Liam in the crowed he smiles when he sees her and heads towards her

Bertrand nods “Ah the Prince Maxwell and I will get the paperwork squared away you go mingle our yacht will be docked at gate B”

****

Liam walks up to her and grins “Riley fancy seeing you here it must be a strange coincidence that we keep showing up at the same events”

Riley giggles “Fate must be on our side”

Liam kisses her on the cheek then looks her up and down Wow she looks amazing “You look beautiful today I love the rope belt”

Riley smiles “Heh hopefully I don’t have to use it but I do have a race to win today”

Liam nods “Ah yes the ceremonial race you know it’s an honor to be part of the Regatta tradition”

Riley nods “Yes it is” She looks at him “Now tell me the truth are you enjoying yourself”

Liam looks at all the boats in the area “Well it’s a beautiful day the staff have been well prepared and we’re ready to celebrate our fine seafaring tradition my father in particular seems to be in high spirits but he’s always loved the this event”

Riley raises an eyebrow “That’s all good but not what I asked you’re not even smiling what’s wrong?”

Liam’s eyes go wide How does she do that she can see right through me “Well…” He scratches the back of his head then sighs “My father loves the Regatta so much I haven’t had the heart to tell him I hate sailing”

Riley looks at him shocked “Really I thought you were descended from Poseidon”

Liam chuckles “I would love boats more if that was the case I actually used to enjoy sailor but one experience soured it for me”

“What’s the story there?”

“I went out with Drake one night when we were kids we snuck out with one of the royal sloops the weather had been sunny but it turned gray and stormy when we were a few kilometers out the choppy waters capsized out boat and we had to swim back I don’t know what was worse the cold or the taste of the saltwater and we had to push the boat all the way to shore so that we wouldn’t get in trouble”

Riley places a hand on his shoulder “That must have been awful”

Liam nods “It was a pretty miserable experience but I can laugh about it now we were cold, wet exhausted but alive I’ve never told anyone that story no one ever found out what we did although my interest in sailing did drop a bit” He turns when he hears the sound of the trumpets and the heralds “Oh it’s time for my father’s opening remarks”

“Ladies and gentleman I welcome you all today is a momentous day as you all know I have a soft spot for the Royal Regatta and it remains one of my favorite events of the social season because this event has always held significance and personal importance I have chosen today to make my announcement”

Liam looks in confusion What announcement could he be referring to?

“That is at the end of the social season I will be stepping down as your reigning monarch and in a few weeks time Prince Liam will be your new king”

Liam’s eyes go wide with shock What?

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CAPITULO 30 - UNA CITA

|| Vamos || respondo con una sonrisa, y con gesto gentil, Liam me lleva por el pasillo hacia una gran escalera que ascendemos juntos || Entonces, ¿quieres contarme lo que vamos a hacer esta noche? || pregunto curiosa.

|| ¡Mira, me tomé el tiempo de investigar un poco sobre las costumbres tradicionales para las primeras citas! || respondió Liam.

|| ¿Investigaste sobre las citas? || pregunté con curiosidad, notando la sorpresa en los ojos de Liam, así que rápidamente agregué || Eso es encantador... ¿Y qué descubriste en tu investigación? ||

|| ¡Vaya!... Creí que pensarías que era ridículo, pero como te mencioné, quiero que esta noche sea perfecta || exclamó Liam con una sonrisa. Su gesto me pareció tan tierno que no pude evitar devolverle la sonrisa. Luego prosiguió || Bueno, descubrí que en una primera cita suele incluirse una cena seguida de una película... Sin embargo, dado que no hay teatros locales lo bastante seguros para estar libres de amenazas, nos centraremos en la cena. ¿Me acompañas? || De repente, su mano se deslizó hacia la parte baja de mi espalda, guiándome hacia adelante mientras abría la puerta de una habitación que albergaba un comedor rústico. En él, se había preparado una cena romántica para dos. La luz del fuego brillaba dorada contra el cristal y los cubiertos de la mesa.

|| Awwww, Liam... || exclamé, quedándome sin palabras. Realmente era perfecto, él era perfecto. Mi corazón sonreía, al igual que yo

|| Una cena para dos en el mejor 'restaurante' que pude encontrar... o bueno, recrear || me dijo con una sonrisa llena de emoción, y de inmediato abrió una silla. Una vez que estuve sentada, procedió a sentarse frente a mí. Justo cuando estaba a punto de decir algo, Maxwell asomó la cabeza en la habitación y preguntó con entusiasmo:

|| ¿Están listos? ||

|| Es el momento perfecto, Maxwell || contestó Liam con una chispa de emoción en los ojos. Maxwell salió vestido como un mesero, empujando un carrito con una energía contagiosa. No pude evitar sonreír ante sus ocurrencias.

|| ¡Comensales, bienvenidos a Chateau Beaumont! || exclamó Maxwell con un tono teatral, mientras desvelaba los platos cubiertos y la botella de vino espumoso. El ambiente se llenaba de una atmósfera mágica y llena de expectación. Abrió el vino con elegancia y comenzó a verterlo en las copas con una precisión admirable.

|| ¿Max? No puedo creer que seas nuestro mesero esta noche || exclamé, dejando que la alegría y la gratitud se reflejaran en mi sonrisa y en mis ojos.

|| Por supuesto, siempre lo mejor para mis amigos... ¿No te parece gracioso, pero? Hemos invertido los roles esta vez. Eso me lleva a la noche en que nos conocimos || lancé una sonrisa a Maxwell. En mi interior, reflexionaba sobre cuánto había cambiado mi vida desde que todos ellos entraron en mi bar y en mi vida esa noche || ¡Espero poder ser la mitad de profesional que tú! Pero bueno, ahora... Para la cena, lo mejor que Chateau Beaumont puede ofrecer: BUCATINI ALL'AMATRICIANA, o en palabras sencillas, una deliciosa pasta con salsa de tomate casera. Por pedido de Liam... Disfruten || nos sonrió, y Maxwell salió de la habitación mientras Liam levantaba su copa de vino.

|| ¿Por qué deseas brindar? || me preguntó Liam.

|| En esta ocasión, brindemos por las primeras citas || le respondí con una sonrisa sincera.

|| Por las primeras citas y por la esperanza de que esto siga siendo grandioso || añadió Liam. Chocamos nuestras copas y bebimos el vino. Luego procedimos a comer el delicioso platillo.

**

Minutos después nos encontrábamos inmersos en una conversación muy interesante, mientras terminábamos la deliciosa comida, que por cierto estaba espectacular.

|| ¡Liam! ¡Es la mejor pasta que he probado! || exclamé emocionado.

|| Me alegra que te haya gustado. No estaba seguro de qué pedir, así que elegí esto. Es una pasta simple, pero me trae nostalgia... Mi madre solía prepararme esto cuando era niño || compartió Liam con una sonrisa nostálgica.

|| Es perfecto Liam, al menos para mí lo es. No hay necesidad de ser demasiado elegantes en la primera cita... Podemos tomar las cosas con calma y podemos conocernos mejor || expresé con sinceridad y tranquilidad.

|| Con que sea perfecto para ti me basta... Muy bien, ahora vamos con otra pregunta incómoda, es tu turno || dijo Liam con una sonrisa.

|| Oh, sí... tengo una. ¿Eres una persona de café o de té? || pregunté curiosa mientras Liam soltaba una carcajada.

|| ¿Esa pregunta la tenías guardada? || inquirió Liam entre risas.

|| Claro que sí, he tenido esa pequeña duda desde hace un buen tiempo, así que no creas que te has librado de ella. Por lo tanto, debes responderme || insistí.

|| Ok, ok... Entre el café o té, ¿pues? Es una blasfemia lo que voy a decir, dado que hay una ceremonia del té Cordoniano, pero yo soy una persona de café. Me parece que necesito algo un poco más fuerte que el té || admitió Liam con una sonrisa.

|| Interesante || expresé sorprendida ante la respuesta de Liam || Aunque sinceramente pensé que amabas el té || comenté con curiosidad.

|| Pues ya ves que no... Dime una cosa, ¿todas las preguntas de la primera cita son así? ¿Divertidas, pero un poco tontas? || preguntó Liam con una sonrisa.

|| Más o menos... Siempre se suelen preguntar cosas simples para conocer a la persona || respondí.

|| Vaya, no me imaginé que fueran así || dijo Liam con cierta sorpresa.

|| ¿No puedo creer que nunca hayas tenido una cita de verdad? || agregó, mostrando un poco de incredulidad.

|| Lamentablemente es cierto. La vida como parte de la familia real puede tener sus limitaciones, ya que tengo que considerar cosas como horarios y seguridad || comenzó Liam con un dejo de tristeza en su voz || Antes de que Leo abdicara el trono, solía salir con Drake a bares o karaokes en la capital. Conocía chicas, pero era algo pasajero o simple. Casi siempre se daban cuenta de quién era y me trataban diferente o se abusaban del título. Las pocas veces que no llegaban a reconocerme, solía cambiar mi nombre y casi nunca las volvía a ver. Luego de convertirme en heredero, me presentaron mujeres. Algunas me interesaron, por supuesto, pero el tiempo que pasábamos juntos era en funciones cortesanas, no en 'citas' de la manera tradicional ||

De repente, pregunté con curiosidad:

|| ¿Alguna vez has estado en serio con alguien? || En verdad quería saber si alguien había ocupado su corazón en el pasado. Liam me miro y analizo muy bien sus palabras. No puedo creer que de repente siento ansiedad por conocer esta parte de él.

|| Hubo una vez alguien con quien pensé estar enamorado || confesó Liam, y en ese momento mi corazón comenzó a latir aceleradamente, lleno de ansiedad por escuchar sus palabras || Pero la chispa no estaba allí || Un suspiro sostenido escapó de mis labios. Liam extendió su mano para tomar la mía entre las suyas y rápidamente entrelazó nuestros dedos || Antes de ti, Riley, ni siquiera sabía qué era lo que les faltaba a las demás ||

|| Awwww Liam... || susurré con un suspiro, incapaz de evitar sonreír ante su dulzura. Siempre encontraba la manera de hacerme sonreír incontrolablemente.

|| Y ¿qué hay de ti? ¿Hay algún antiguo novio del que deba preocuparme? || preguntó Liam con curiosidad, y pude notar un ligero nerviosismo en su voz mientras esperaba mi respuesta.

|| No hay nadie en Nueva York de quien preocuparse || le respondí con una sonrisa, provocando que Liam extendiera la suya ampliamente || He salido con algunos chicos últimamente, pero no con muchos. Y no es que yo los haya buscado, sino que mis amigos se han encargado de llenarme de citas a ciegas. Sin embargo, honestamente, ninguna ha ido bien. En una, por ejemplo, el tipo me llevó a un restaurante solo para no perderse su partido de básquet, y al final de la noche ni siquiera recordó mi nombre || Los ojos de Liam se agrandaron con una sonrisa al escuchar mi relato || En otra, él solo pasó hablando de sí mismo, para luego decirme que se había olvidado su billetera y que yo tenía que pagar. Es por eso que evité ir a cualquier cita que mis amigos planearan; me iba demasiado mal. Desde que mi último novio me dejó sin importarle los planes que hicimos, me volví un poco exigente con las personas con las que pasaba mi tiempo... Por eso prefiero guardar mi corazón || concluí, mientras Liam apretaba mi mano y me miraba con preocupación.

|| Que desastre de citas… Y ¿Qué paso con tu ex novio? || me pregunto curioso.  

|| Se llamaba Alex y lo conocí en la Universidad. Estuvo detrás de mí durante casi un año. Después de tanta insistencia, accedí a salir con él y estuvimos juntos algunos meses. Aparentemente, era el hombre ideal. Hicimos planes, pero de repente todo cambió. Meses antes de que terminara conmigo, se volvió frío, distante; casi no nos veíamos. Hasta que un día me dijo que yo solo le servía como distracción, ya que nunca sintió amor por mí y que era mejor empezar de cero... Además, había encontrado a una nueva mujer que lo entendía, y de hecho yo la conocía y-- ¡Mierda! || Y de repente los sentimientos de esa noche volvieron, rápidamente bajé mi mirada y unas pequeñas lágrimas rodaron por mi mejilla. Recordé todas las duras palabras de Alex y cómo fríamente me dijo que solo era buena para la cama, pero no para amar. Y su rapidez para reemplazarme por una nueva mujer.

Liam tomó mi barbilla para levantarla con una de sus manos y, con la otra, limpió mis lágrimas. Me miró fijamente y con mucha seriedad dijo:

|| Déjame decirte que él fue un completo imbécil. No sabe la mujer que perdió. Nunca valoró lo que tu corazón podía ofrecerle ||

|| Gracias por tus palabras y discúlpame por llorar, pero no es que me duela; es recordar la dureza con la que me trató. Eso removió el dolor. Alex ciertamente fue y seguramente sigue siendo un imbécil, pero terminar con él me enseñó a valorarme otra vez. Desde entonces, no me arrepiento de nada || Rápidamente me sequé las pocas lágrimas que quedaban y miré fijamente a Liam || Te voy a contar un secreto. Cuando entraste a mi bar esa noche, supe que eras diferente. Después del paseo por la estatua, mi corazón de alguna manera quedó ligado a ti, sin ninguna explicación. Al día siguiente, me obligué a dejar de sentir y seguir con mi vida, pero cuando Maxwell apareció y me dio la oportunidad, no quise perderla || Liam me tocó la mejilla con suavidad, comenzando a acariciarla mientras me miraba fijamente.

|| Te voy a contar otro secreto. Esa noche yo también sentí una conexión especial contigo, algo que no podía entender. Y así como tú, me obligué a dejar de sentir porque pensé que no volvería a verte; tenía que cumplir con mi misión. Pero cuando apareciste en el baile de máscaras, me di cuenta de que el destino nos quería decir algo. Conocerte fue lo mejor que me pasó, Riley || Con estas palabras, sonreímos el uno al otro y seguimos hablando de todo un poco.

**

|| Y de esa manera fue como aprendí a tocar la guitarra || dijo Liam entre risas mientras compartía otra de sus anécdotas. De repente, me miró fijamente, como si estuviera analizando cuidadosamente qué decir a continuación || ¿Y qué pasó con tus padres? || preguntó Liam con un ligero tono de timidez en su voz. Guardé silencio por un momento || Lo siento, no quise incomodarte... || se disculpó Liam, notando mi vacilación.

|| Confío plenamente en ti... Mi madre quedó embarazada siendo muy joven, lo que le impidió continuar con sus estudios, y mi padre decidió no involucrarse en mi crianza. Ella asumió todas las responsabilidades financieras, lo que significaba que apenas podía pasar tiempo conmigo; trabajaba constantemente, tomando cualquier turno disponible. Por eso, pasé la mayor parte del tiempo con mi abuela, quien era un contraste notable con mi madre. Su cariño y dulzura eran palpables; siempre me expresaba su amor y deseaba que alcanzara el éxito en la vida. Me enseñó muchas cosas valiosas, incluyendo cómo cantar; de hecho, la mayoría de las lecciones positivas que he aprendido provienen de ella ||

|| Riley, tienes un talento increíble para cantar, lo sé de primera mano... Pero, ¿por qué mencionas que tu abuela era diferente a tu madre? ||

Mi madre nunca demostró afecto hacia mí; su actitud era distante y fría. Parecía estar constantemente enojada, y cualquier acción mía era recibida con desaprobación. Para encontrar consuelo o alegría, recurría al tabaco o al alcohol. Nunca me sentí valorada por ella. Tras el fallecimiento de mi abuela, mi madre se casó con uno de sus numerosos novios, James, y lo trajo a vivir a nuestra casa. Él tomaba mucho y solía pegarle a mi mamá, pero a ella no le importaba. Honestamente él nunca me gusto, siempre me miraba raro. Desde que tuve quince años y comencé a cambiar físicamente, James intentó muchas veces tocarme y abusar de mí, pero yo siempre lograba escaparme ||

|| ¿Y tu mamá no sabía que él hacía eso? ||

|| Una vez se lo conté, pero ella no me creyó. Decía que era una mentirosa. Por eso, la mayor parte de mi tiempo la pasaba con mis amigos. Cuando llegaba a casa, me encerraba en mi cuarto y no salía hasta el día siguiente. Pero un día olvide de poner seguro ahí fue cuando James regreso del bar muy borracho, entró a mi cuarto y quiso abusar de mí. Le golpeé tan duro en la entrepierna, que quedó tendido en el suelo, que aproveché y escapé. Fui corriendo donde el reverendo de mi barrio para contarle todo || Y mientras se lo contaba, lagrimas fluían de mi cara, Liam toco mi mano y la apretó || Ese día, mi mamá no estaba en casa, pero yo no quería regresar. Así que el reverendo, junto con su esposa, me acompañaron a la estación de policía para presentar la denuncia. Fueron a arrestar a James, y lo único que hizo mi mamá fue recriminarme, culpándome de haber metido en problemas al amor de su vida. Me insistió en que volviera con ella, pero me negué. James salió bajo fianza debido a la falta de pruebas en su contra. Entonces, la esposa del reverendo intervino y contactó con Servicios Sociales para solicitar mi custodia. Al principio, mi mamá se enfadó, pero después no puso objeciones. El reverendo y su esposa me acogieron de inmediato. Como ellos no podían tener hijos, me convertí en su hija. Juntos compartimos los años más felices; finalmente, sentí que tenía una familia. Sin embargo, cuando cumplí 20 años, sufrieron un fatal accidente en el que perdieron la vida al instante. Una vez más, me vi sola. Desde entonces, he tenido que luchar y salir adelante por mí misma || Al terminar esa frase, mi voz se quebró. Hacía mucho tiempo que no tocaba este tema. Lágrimas gruesas resbalaban por mi rostro al rememorar todo lo que la vida me había traído: dolor y más dolor. Rápidamente cubrí mi rostro con las manos, incapaz de contener la oleada de emociones.

|| Riley, lo siento tanto || escuché decir a Liam. Se levantó de su silla y se inclinó sobre sus rodillas, abrazándome con fuerza. Me aferré a él como lo haría una niña pequeña. Después, me aparté lentamente cuando me sentí más calmada. Él tomó mi rostro entre sus manos y enjugó mis lágrimas. Lo miré fijamente y dije:

|| Sinceramente, Liam, me alegra haberlos conocido. Ustedes son como una familia para mí. Tú, Drake, Maxwell, Hana... incluso Bertrand. Son muy especiales para mí ||

|| Siempre podrás contar conmigo, te lo prometo. Jamás te abandonaré, pase lo que pase, estaré a tu lado. Lamento haberte hecho llorar, por favor, discúlpame ||

|| No, todo lo contrario, discúlpame tú. Te hice perder el tiempo escuchando mis problemas. Lamento haberme dejado llevar por la emotividad ||

|| Riley, no te disculpes por abrir tu corazón. Tú nunca me haces perder el tiempo. Me encanta escucharte, y lo que compartes no son dramas en absoluto, es tu autenticidad, lo que te ha convertido en la mujer maravillosa que eres. Estoy seguro de una cosa, Riley, tú vales demasiado. Si las personas que han pasado por tu vida no te valoraron como merecías, hay otras que sí lo hacemos. Eres especial y una mujer increíblemente fuerte. No olvides eso, nunca || Suspiré y lo miré con profundo amor. Podía ver la sinceridad en sus ojos. ¿Quién hubiera pensado que encontraría mi verdadera familia aquí en Cordonia? Y este hombre... él no se compara con nadie.

|| Liam, confío en ti con mi vida, y por eso te lo conté. Agradezco mucho tus palabras tan reconfortantes para mí; significan mucho || le expresé con sinceridad. Liam me sonrió, me dio un beso en la nariz y luego regresó a su asiento.

|| ¿Crees que has vivido cada día al máximo? || me preguntó Liam con curiosidad, cambiando el tema notoriamente || Recuerdo que eso me dijiste cuando nos conocimos ||

|| Por supuesto que sí || respondí sonriendo || De hecho, estas últimas semanas han estado repletas de nuevas y emocionantes experiencias que nunca imaginé tener en mi vida ||

|| Me alegra escuchar eso || Me dice con una gran sonrisa.

|| Dime ¿Cuál es tu sueño? ¿Qué deseos alberga tu corazón? || pregunté con curiosidad.

|| Pues paz y prosperidad para Cordonia, creo yo || respondió riendo, y yo me uní a su risa.

|| Muy gracioso, pero esa pregunta iba para Liam, no para el príncipe || le dije mientras él me miraba y sonreía tímidamente.

|| Tal vez lo que voy a decir suene muy sentimental, pero ha estado en mi mente últimamente, especialmente dado que... || Se detiene en silencio por un momento, luego sacude la cabeza || Lo que quiero expresar es que anhelo tener una familia. Quizás no este año o el próximo, pero eventualmente. Y no me refiero al tipo de familia que la mayoría de los reyes tienen; quiero una en la que estemos cercanos y nos escuchemos... Nunca le he mencionado esto a nadie antes. Es un sueño bastante mundano, ahora que lo digo en voz alta || concluye con una sonrisa triste y baja la cabeza con vergüenza. Toco su barbilla, elevando su rostro.

|| Liam, eso es realmente conmovedor, es lo más dulce que he escuchado decir a un hombre. Es raro escuchar a uno expresar ese deseo. Muchos suelen anhelar cosas materiales, pero desear una familia revela la verdadera nobleza del corazón ||

|| Sé que puede sonar como un cliché, pero a medida que envejezco, me doy cuenta cada vez más de que necesito eso en mi vida... La vida carece de sentido si no tienes a alguien especial con quien compartirla. El tiempo es nuestro recurso más valioso; nunca sabemos cuánto nos queda. Y una vez que el tiempo se agota... se acaba para siempre. No hay vuelta atrás... Yo quiero invertir mi tiempo en las personas que me importan. Y contigo, Riley, más que con nadie en este mundo, quiero compartir el resto de mi vida || Con esas palabras, mi corazón comienza a latir a un ritmo frenético. De repente, me encuentro imaginando un futuro junto a Liam. Él es el hombre más dulce y perfecto que he conocido en este planeta; simplemente único.

|| Liam... || es lo único que logro decir, me encuentro sin palabras || No te imaginas cuánto valoro cada uno de nuestros momentos juntos || confieso sinceramente.

|| Y tú no tienes idea de lo mucho que eso significa para mí. Por eso necesitaba asegurarme de que supieras cómo me siento || responde Liam, suavizando mi corazón con sus palabras. De pronto, un suspiro cargado de emociones escapa de mí.

|| Honestamente, debo decir que esto se está volviendo sorprendentemente romántico para una primera cita || le digo riendo. Nunca antes me he sentido tan especial en mi vida.

|| ¿Ninguno de los otros chicos con los que saliste te colmaban de elogios o te traían regalos en todas tus primeras citas? || me pregunta asombrado.

|| Nunca, en absoluto || le respondo sinceramente || ¿Recibir una rosa? ¿O unos chocolates? Jamás… Sinceramente, creo que los americanos no suelen ser así. Como mucho, algunos pagaban la cuenta de lo que comíamos o las entradas para ver una película || añado.

|| Siento lástima por esos tontos. Parece que nunca les enseñaron cómo tratar a una dama || dice él con una sonrisa. No puedo evitar sentirme feliz, sonriendo como una tonta, y enamorándome cada vez más de este hombre que parece provenir de otro planeta.

**

Horas más tarde, al concluir nuestra hermosa velada, Liam me acompañó de regreso a mi habitación. Al llegar al umbral de la puerta, me dedicó la más amplia de sus sonrisas.

|| Gracias por aceptar salir conmigo esta noche, Riley. La pasé muy bien || me dijo con gratitud.

|| Yo también lo pasé muy bien || le respondí, sonriendo como una tonta enamorada || Todo fue espectacular. Nunca antes me había sentido tan especial ||

|| ¿De verdad? Entonces, ¿esto significa que hay una segunda cita en el horizonte? || preguntó sorprendido, provocando una gran risa de mi parte.

|| Definitivamente contigo tendría todas las citas posibles. Pero si prefieres seguir el protocolo estándar, aquí es donde normalmente dirías que me enviarás un mensaje de texto o quizás me llamarás, y luego esperarás una o dos semanas para hacerlo || concluí, observando cómo los ojos de Liam se abrían enormemente ante mi comentario.

|| ¡Santo cielo! Yo no podría esperar tanto || exclamó y ambos reímos antes de que un silencio cayera entre nosotros. Liam me miró fijamente y lentamente se inclinó, besándome dulcemente al principio, pero el beso se volvió más apasionado mientras me apretaba contra él. Luego se apartó un poco || Riley, de alguna manera, besarte una vez nunca se siente suficiente... || dijo con voz suave, y nuestra respiración se aceleró. Nos miramos con ojos llenos de deseo; nunca antes había deseado tanto a alguien en mi vida.

|| Nadie dijo que te detuvieras... || le dije, y de repente me empujó contra la puerta, gimiendo mientras me besaba el cuello. Sus manos se entrelazaron en mi cabello.

|| Mmmm, esto se siente tan bien... || murmuró Liam. Luego el susurra mi nombre en mi oído e inmediatamente tiro de su camisa, levantándola lo suficiente para pasar mis manos sobre su pecho desnudo y tambien por su espalda. Lo estaba atrayendo hacia mí cuando, de repente, percibimos ruidos en el pasillo. Nuestros labios se separaron rápidamente y Liam retrocedió con respeto. En el silencio tenso, ambos luchábamos por respirar, atentos hasta que el sonido desapareció. Después de unos momentos, estallamos en risas. Sentía como si estuviéramos reviviendo nuestra adolescencia, robando momentos furtivos para besarnos || Esto me hace recordar mis días de adolescente || comentó Liam, sorprendiéndome al compartir mis pensamientos de manera poco común || Cuando me escondía para que mi padre o Regina no me descubrieran || añadió con una risa nostálgica.

|| ¿Tú también te escapabas? || pregunté, abriendo los ojos con sorpresa.

|| Por supuesto que sí, no siempre fui tan responsable || comentó Liam entre risas || ¿Recuerdas que te mencioné que solía salir con Drake a bares o karaokes? Siempre me ayudaba con eso. Si no fuera por él, mi vida habría sido aún más aburrida de lo que ya era. Gracias a él pude experimentar cómo es el mundo exterior || agregó Liam, mientras asentía con complicidad. "Claro que Drake debe haber sido su cómplice para escapar de la vida en el palacio", reflexioné. De repente, Liam soltó un suspiro contenido y me miró fijamente || Bueno, estuvo cerca de que nos descubrieran || admitió Liam con cautela.

|| Sí, estuvo cerca. Aunque ser atrapado en una sesión encubierta de besos es un clásico en una primera cita || respondí sinceramente.

|| Entonces, marcaré eso en mi lista || dijo riendo de nuevo. Luego, me miró con melancolía. || Aunque no quiera irme, creo que será lo mejor. Ya nos hemos quedado despiertos hasta muy tarde y no vale la pena que te desveles tanto || expresó, tomando mi mano entre las suyas y besándola tiernamente || Buenas noches, Riley ||

|| Buenas noches, Liam || respondí sonriendo mientras él se daba la vuelta y se iba.

Al ingresar a mi habitación, me dejé caer en la cama, sintiendo un torbellino de emociones en mi estómago. Fue una noche hermosa, repleta de momentos emotivos. Pero al reflexionar, me di cuenta de que este encuentro con Liam fue mucho más que eso; confirmó que mis sentimientos por él son profundos, abrumadores. Me siento completamente enamorada. Ahora entiendo que lo que sentía por Drake fue solo una fase pasajera, una confusión causada por la imposibilidad de estar plenamente con Liam. Por eso, decidí que es hora de dejar de lado cualquier vestigio de sentimiento por Drake.

El gran día está a la vuelta de la esquina. La gran fiesta de los Beaumont se aproxima, y con ella, la esperada decisión de Liam de elegirme como su novia y futura reina. No puedo contener la emoción.

@tessa-liam, @kingliam2019, @dutifullynuttywitch, @choicesficwriterscreations, @garrusknight

If anyone else wants to be tagged, just let me know. I hope you enjoy this wonderful love adventure.

[jesuisciprian]

(via Les Mystères du château de Dé ☛ Written by Man Ray, Jacques-André Boiffard | 1929 (France))

Les Mystères du château de Dé  ☛ Written by Man Ray, Jacques-André Boiffard | 1929 (France)

Les Mystères du Château de Dé (The Mysteries of the Chateau of Dice) is a 1929 film directed by Man Ray. It depicts a pair of travellers setting off from Paris and travelling to the Villa Noailles in Hyères. At 27 minutes the film was the longest that Man Ray directed during his career. Originally a silent film, recent copies have included music taken from Man Ray's personal record collection at the time, including recordings of Erik Satie's Gymnopédies. The musical reconstruction was written by Jacques Guillot. The film was restored by the Musée National d'Art Moderne under the direction of Jean-Michel Bouhours, a film curator. Restoration of the nitrate prints by Service des Archives du film (CNC) Bois d'Arcy, video editing by Didier Coudray.

☛ Directed by Man Ray, Jacques-André Boiffard ☛ Written by Man Ray, Jacques-André Boiffard ☛ Produced by Le Vicomte de Noailles ☛ Starring: Man Ray, Georges Auric, Le Comte de Beaumont, Le Vicomte de Noailles, Marie-Laure de Noailles, Jacques-André Boiffard ☛ Release date: 1929 (France)

#dada #dadaismo #ilovedada #dadaism #dadaist #art #ManRay

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Mini-canon : Property Edition

Since I haven't really covered this topic too much, Q has owned multiple properties and businesses over the centuries. For the most part, all of Q's properties remained as private residences and were maintained, regardless of occupation. However, with Qaqu's death in 1927 all estates and assets were transferred over to the immortal Malachi many of these properties, particularly in the European branch, would be sold off during the later depression to keep the lifestyle of the aging court. Eventually, Malachi would keep only the Beaumont property on the outskirts of London and the abandoned Chateau Solaris near Metz which his father oversaw.

In the decades that followed Malachi would maintain three active properties to travel and conduct business between, an apartment in Chicago, a two storey estate in Los Angeles and another apartment in New York. Malachi would personally cease use of the Chicago property after the death of the last of Q's courtier in 1954, moving all business into New York, where his sisters Maria and Samantha would take over the property in Los Angeles while they established their own empire in the nightlife. In 1979, with Q's return to the States, Malachi would relinquish his ownership of the properties back to Q where he would remain as overseer until his death in late 1985.

The Los Angeles estate would become semi-abandoned after 1985. The Beaumont Property would slowly fall into disrepair after 1987. Construction into the preservation of the Metz Chateau would begin after 1995.

Visuals below:

Los Angeles

New York

Beaumont Estate

Chateau Solaris

[notinnewhall]

Charles Dargère - Essai d'Heliographie, Dampierre, ca 1845, print from an etched daguerreotype plate, 4 1/4 in x 3 1/4 in. The Patrick Montgomery Collection, Object No. 2014.739.

Charles Dargère (ca 1812 - ca 1860) was a native of the valley of Chevreuse and a domestic employee of the Duc de Luynes, an avid promoter of photography in France in the 1840’s and 1850’s. Little is known about Dargère but he appears to be among early experimenters who attempted to make prints from etched daguerreotypes.  Later portrait photographs taken by him feature furniture recognizable as being from the studio of Olympe and Onesipe Aguado, where he may have worked parttime.

[theageoftheunderstatement]

NME: Arctic Monkeys’ refusal to repeat the brilliance of ‘AM’ is the sign of a truly great band

By Mark Beaumont, 17th May 2022

It isn’t – but it should be – called The Bullseye Conundrum. As a successful act with an overnight phenomenon of a record on your hands, do you stick with what you’ve got? A huge, guaranteed audience for at least two or three more albums of the same sort of stuff – that’s yours to take home. Or do you gamble it all and go for the caravan of cultural immortality?

Good acts know their limits. They favour security over total artistic fulfilment. They might chance their arm on a psychedelic EP, a tune with Disclosure or a power lunch with Mark Ronson or Nigel Godrich, but if it doesn’t work out they’re happy to go back to giving a faithful, if gradually shrinking, audience exactly what they want. They’re musical Chicken Cottage, and there’s no shame in that. If Chicken Cottage did a club card I’d be a platinum VIP.

Great acts, however, slash and burn. They see a major hit album as a milestone of a career rather than a blueprint. A chance to put a phase or era behind them, switch lanes and try to conquer the world with something completely different. They’re fearless in pursuit of artistic innovation because music matters far more to them than money, fame or the fickle promise of longevity. They’re sonic Icaruses, flying or falling on their own merits. We’re talking Bowie. Kate Bush. The Beatles. Talk Talk. Arctic Monkeys.

Yup – Arctic Monkeys. “It’s never gonna be like ‘R U Mine?’ and all that stuff again,” drummer Matt Helders told Mike Dolbear of DrumathonLIVE 2022 this week, and while a few quiffs might have wilted in the less adventurous corners of the Sheffield Leadmill, most Monkeys fans would have been thrilled at the news – even if we do adore ‘AM’. They’re a band well-practiced in torching their own rulebook – there was never another ‘Whatever You Say I Am…’, and 2018’s ‘Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino’ was undoubtedly in another lunar chateau from anything they’d done before.

“It kinda picks up where the other one left off, musically,” Helders said of the new album, currently in the final stages of construction – but where the hell was that? The VIP cocktail lounge of a star-port to some other frickin’ planet? Next stop Alderaan?

To take such risks is a privilege of the successful, of course. There’s rock’n’roll honour in sticking to your stylistic guns as you rise through the festival ranks, determined to make the world sit up and listen to your unique and inimitable brand of Norwegian jazz grunge. It’s noble indeed to reject your label’s relentless suggestions that you might want to try going “a bit Bastille” or co-write with one of Snow Patrol, to keep an unswerving eye on your original vision. When you finally break through, it’s only natural to reward your long patient following with a couple more records in the style to which they’ve become accustomed, rather than instantly slap them in the face with your equivalent of Neil Young’s ‘Trans’.

Those acts that explode overnight – usually, to be fair, after years sweating it out in their own personal Hamburgs – however, have a rare opportunity to risk it all for true musical glory. Double or nothing, boom or bust, godhead or retro fest. Perhaps, granted a mammoth fanbase almost overnight, they value it less than someone who kissed every baby and signed every buttock on the way up. Maybe there’s a certain imposter syndrome self-sabotage to it. Or perhaps they just need to prove to themselves that it wasn’t a fluke, that they really are musical geniuses and they could do it all again but this time (pulls genre from hat) witch-funk.

Whatever the motivation, these are the acts that change music and evolve culture, and it’s a braver band that takes the gamble in 2022 than ever before. The Beatles and Bowie made their giant leaps in an age when they could ease their way into new styles over an album or two every year – Bowie might have famously killed of Ziggy Stardust at the end of his first world tour, but he lived on for a few albums as Aladdin Sane and Halloween Jack from ‘Diamond Dogs’. The Beatles, let’s not forget, rinsed Beatlemania for five albums before blowing the lid off the ‘60s with ‘Rubber Soul’.

Facing two-to-three-year album cycles, stylistic swerves seem all the sharper – and thereby riskier – today. ‘Tranquility Base…’, the only Monkeys album to emerge in almost 10 years since their second coming with 2013’s ‘AM’, confirmed their journey as a continually unpredictable adventure, and those are the ones that history really remembers. We salute you, then, bold Bully-chasers of rock. May all the speedboats in the world be your reward.

[joachimnapoleon]

"I am condemned to remain a tranquil spectator"

It only seems fitting to follow up the two letters by Caroline as she struggled to settle into her new kingdom, with two letters from Murat from around that same time. Here we have Murat writing first to Lannes, and then to General Belliard (who is in Spain). Like Caroline, Murat feels a bit out of the loop and, worse, forgotten about; as Caroline does in her letter to Hortense, Murat laments that Belliard has not written him in so long. The Congress at Erfurt (which Lannes attended) has just concluded, and Murat was not able to be a part of it; nor will he be a participant in the continuing war in Spain, or the war in Austria that will begin in the spring of 1809. But as a consolation prize, he just took Capri from the English, and he's already setting his sights on Sicily.

There's really no way to reflect this in the English translations, but Murat indulges in a great deal of tutoyering in both of these letters to his friends.

[Both letters are translated from Lettres et documents pour servir à l'histoire de Joachim Murat, Vol 6]

***

Murat to Lannes Portici, 31 October 1808

My dear Duke, it has been a long time since I left you, I saw your journey with pleasure, I am persuaded that you have been and that you are happy, I myself believe you must be content, since you are with the Emperor. Never leave him, it is only with him that there is happiness, since I left him I am no longer happy.

You've been persuaded of my friendship, but, wanting to give you one last proof, I just wrote to His Majesty, asking him to permit me to send you my Order of the Two Sicilies, it will acquire a new merit, worn by you.

You're going to leave, you're going to fight again, I will wish for your success. Was the Emperor Alexander kind? And the Grand Duke? Was something concluded? You must tell me.

Adieu, my dear Duke, love always your friend who will never forgive your latest proofs of attachment.

(The "latest proofs of attachment" involved Lannes taking Murat home with him during the summer (after they'd taken the waters at Barèges together); Murat continued his recuperation at Lannes' chateau through the end of July.)

All yours, I kiss your children.

Joachim Napoleon

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Murat to General Belliard Portici, 7 November 1808

My dear Belliard, it has been a long time since I left, and what misfortune since my estrangement! How many times have I cursed my sickness and my existence, for I have the presumption to think that without my indisposition, the affairs of Spain would have had a happier and more prompt outcome.

(While Murat was in Spain, he fell deathly ill--to the point where it was widely believed he had been poisoned. He was still not fully recovered when he went to Bayonne to meet Napoleon in order to sign the treaty to receive the throne of Naples; he had to be borne on a litter.)

I speak to you like this because I know you think about it as I do. But why don't you write to me? I know you can only do so on a safe occasion, but why don't you send me a courier? I cannot think that Belliard has abandoned me; when all my military family have abandoned me, I cannot confuse him with so many others, because I've always known how to distinguish him.

Beaumont has conducted himself infamously; I cannot pass judgment yet on Aymé, who is said to still be ill, but in short he doesn't write and doesn't arrive. I don't speak of the others.

I asked the Emperor to let you return to me in time, he promised it to me, yet you do not arrive. I conserve for you, nevertheless, the ministry of war and the navy combined.

(Apparently Belliard had strong personal reasons--having nothing to do with Murat--for not wanting to return to Naples. He won't go there again until 1815, when Napoleon sends him to Murat. But Belliard will serve as Murat's chief of staff once more during the 1812 campaign.)

Answer me on that, I need to know what to expect on this; you know my attachment and you won't have trouble conceiving with what pleasure I would see the companion of my soldierly works again.

I work day and night, I've completely succeeded, enthusiasm is at its height, it seems to sustain itself, it cannot be increased.

The taking of Capri has had an inconceivable effect. I'm sure that King Joseph would have shouted against the generals who had prevented him from attempting this blow, because they regarded it as impossible. To tell you the truth, it was a shame I could no longer bear: from the terrace of my palace, I would see an enemy standard flying, it insulted my army, it defied my courage, it was toppled.

You are going to fight, you are going to vanquish, without the indefatigable Grand Duke of Berg, I am condemned to remain a tranquil spectator of this great struggle, which I think will finish quickly and well, and I must speak to you frankly and open my heart to you, I think that it will finish without a great battle, because I presume that, as usual, the English will use their usual prudence and will reembark, after having carried out the diversion which was to return arms to the hands of Austria.

I might very well have their visit and, after having run the Emperor from the banks of the Vistula to the banks of the Tagus, the English may well bring him back from Spain and Italy; at least, that is what I would do in their place and they would embarrass me greatly. Well, two months will educate us all. Meanwhile, I am preparing to remove them from Sicily, and I am sure to succeed, if His Majesty will permit me to try my luck.

(As anyone following this blog will know by now, given how much I've mentioned it here, Murat doesn't get to *try his luck* against Sicily until 1810, and it goes poorly.)

Adieu, respond to me and give me all the details of the army, of the Court, of your position, because you must not be well in the midst of so many jealous courtiers. Finally, tell me everything, and tell Berthier to send me back my guards.

Adieu, I embrace you, count always on my attachment.

J.M.

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Beast: A Tale of Love and Revenge - Lisa Jensen

Beauty and the Beast told from the perspective of ... the candlestick?

Lucie is sent to work as a maid at the Chateau de Beaumont, where she encounters the handsome but self-centered and arrogant Jean-Loup. When the enchantress arrives at his door and punishes him for his cruelty, Lucie is only too happy to see him get what he deserves. As all the other servants flee the grounds, she chooses to remain and bear witness to Jean-Loup's suffering, and so the enchantress gives her a new form that will be safe from the Beast's abuse.

But there's one problem: Beast isn't suffering. Because Beast doesn't remember being anyone but Beast. And as Lucie gets to know this new creature, so unlike the monstrous Jean-Loup, she starts to think she might even like to be friends with him.

Until the day a beautiful girl arrives at the castle, whose very presence threatens to undo the curse and unleash Jean-Loup back into the world. Lucie is determined not to let that happen.

It's a story of (like the title says) love and revenge, of second chances and learning to let go of hatred. It has some very interesting twists that I've never seen before in a BatB retelling! Skillfully done!

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The Royal Romance: Cinderfella’s Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Seven

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

The court visits Lythikos, Callum and Liam heat things up.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

          Two days later I find myself in the Alps with Drake, Hana, and Maxwell, staring at the Nevrakis chateau.

           “Here we are!” Maxwell announces gleefully.  “Welcome to Lythikos!  Land of ice, snow, and mountains.”

           “I hate it,” I say grumpily, shoving my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. “So, we’re here so Smoke Show can try and make a move on Liam?”

           Maxwell wrinkles his nose.  “Basically.”

           “Aww, that’s cute.”  I flash my friends a cocky smirk.  “Misguided and doomed to fail, but cute.”

           Drake looks around and then back at our little group.  “Where’s your brother, Maxwell?  I notice he’s not around lecturing MacKenzie.  I thought he hated to miss out on the chance to eat fancy food and rub elbows with the royals.”

           “Bertrand was called away to deal with some business regarding our estates,” Maxwell glumly answers.  

           I throw my arm around Drake’s shoulders.  “Come on Brat, you can just admit that you miss Bertrand.”

           “No.”  He glares up at me, his dark hair falling down over his forehead and into his eyes.

           I tug him a little closer and lower my voice.  “Ok, for real… have you ever fantasized about what Bertrand’s got going on under that sweat vest?” I ask teasingly.

           “You are demented!  What is wrong with you?”  Drake scowls and shoves me away with both hands while I cackle in amusement.

           “Come on guys, let’s get inside.  Callum, I’ll show you where your room is.”  Maxwell herds us all to the entryway of the chateau, then leads me to my room.

           Maxwell urges me to hurry as I unpack my things.  “Come on, let’s go!  We’ve got an entire day planned out on the ice.  Plus, I already see Olivia and Liam out there.”

           I roll my eyes and move my hand motion that mimics jerking off.  He glares at me, so I decide not to press my luck and quickly slip into my leather jacket and shove a pair of gloves into my pocket.  

           “Alright, let’s go get this over with.”  I pull a grey beanie down over my ears and follow Maxwell outside.

           He leads us to the frozen lake, where we sit on a bench and pull on our ice skates.  

           “You know how to ice skate, right?”  Maxwell asks.

           I glance over at him as I lace up a skate.  “Does my giant ass look like it does a whole lot of ice skating?”

           “Oh.”

           I glance out at the ice where Oliva has already latched onto Liam.  “Don’t worry about me, Beaumont.  Love will find a way.”

           “Ok…”  He looks at me dubiously.  “I’ll go distract Olivia so you can steal some time with the Prince.”

           “Nah, I’ll handle Smoke Show.  You just help me get out onto the ice without wrecking my shit.”

           It takes a couple minutes and some inventive swearing, but I make it onto the frozen lake with relatively little flailing.  I shift my weight and not inconsiderable height and manage to balance myself before I begin skating towards Liam and Olivia.  A few feet away from them I start wobbling but I’m able to insert my body between them, hanging onto Liam’s shoulders to steady myself.

           “Callum!  Are you alright?”  Liam wraps his arms around my waist, his eyes looking me over for injuries.

           “We were in the middle of something.”  Olivia’s words are laced with irritation.

           I wiggle a little, making sure I’m completely blocking her from Liam’s line of sight.  I touch my forehead to his and close my eyes.  “Thank you so much for catching me,” I whisper.  “I’ve never skated before; I was so scared I was going to fall and break my arm.”

           “Of course, Callum.  I would never let you fall.”  Liam smiles and touches my cheek gently.  

           “Liam!”  Olivia is furious now.  

           You’ve been outclassed, Smoke Show.  Time for you to take a seat.

           “If you have time… maybe you could show me how to skate?” I ask Liam hesitantly, hopefully.

           “Absolutely.  Take my hand.”  Liam pulls me close.  “Olivia, we’ll talk later.”

           “But Prince Liam you-”  

           We glide away as she sputters with rage.  I glance over my shoulder and wink at her; she glares at me, her face mottled red and twisted with fury.

           “I’m glad I can be of service to you in your time of need,” Liam teases me as we skate around the perimeter of the lake.  

           I gasp theatrically.  “Are you making fun of me because I can’t skate, Your Highness?”

           He chuckles and kisses the back of my hand.  “Of course not, love.”

           I playfully glare at him before we both start laughing.  “Do you and the court come out here a lot?” I ask him when we finally have ourselves under control.

           “Not often.  But when we do Olivia’s always been very generous by having us at her estate.  I used to come out here frequently when I was younger.  Olivia and I would play in the snow together.”

           I cut my eyes over to him.  “You and Olivia, huh?  Tell me more about that.”

           “We’d build little snow forts and catapult snowballs at each other.”  Liam smiles at the memory, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  “The lake was too dangerous to play on since we were young, but sometimes we’d sneak onto the ice in hopes that we could see the fish beneath surface.”

           “You two must have been close,” I say neutrally.

           “We were…”  His faces darkens.  “It’s been hard watching her, well, become who she is.”

           “So why is she in the competition then?  You can’t seriously want to marry her.  Like, she’s hot and all but-”

           “Callum!”

           “What?”  I blink at him innocently.  “I’m just saying… if I was a bird, I’d shit on her first.  That’s all.”

           Liam looks torn between horror and laughter.  “You can’t just say things like that.”

           “You don’t do honesty here in this country?” I ask, my tone showing just how unimpressed I am.  “Olivia sucks and she treats the other competitors like shit, I’m not gonna pretend otherwise.”

           Liam frowns.  “Why didn’t you tell me she was treating you and the others poorly?”

           “Would you have done anything about it?” I challenge him.

           He guiltily looks down at the ice.

           “That’s what I thought.  Can’t have the prince accused of favoritism when he’s being forced to marry someone he doesn’t even love,” I growl.

           “Callum…”  

           I tip my head back and sigh in frustration.  Liam sounds so… lost.  “I’m sorry, darlin’.  I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

           “You’re right though.”  He squeezes my hand comfortingly.  “I know you hate this process and I appreciate you so much for being strong and sticking it out for me.  You’re the reason I’m going to have a chance at marrying someone I care for.”

           My breath catches as watch his face, amber eyes glowing and his smile brilliant in the winter sunlight.

           Goddamnit. Giving me heart palpitations before noon.

           Soon enough we’re rejoined by Olivia.

           “So, Callum, I bet you’ve never seen a countryside so spectacular.  Aren’t you impressed?” she asks with a catty smirk.

          I make a show of looking around the frozen countryside and shrug.  “Nah.”

           Her mouth drops open.

           Justice boner achieved.  I feel all tingly inside.

           “I mean, I’m from America,” I continue.  “Land of the free, home of wicked awesome natural wonders.  This is neat I guess.  I liked the Rocky Mountains better… Aspen was pretty bomb.”

           Liam prudently backs away and Olivia looks likes she wants to strangle me.

           If only she was tall enough.  

           Olivia clutches Liam’s forearm in a grip so tense her knuckles turn white. “Prince Liam, I believe you owe me a turn around the lake.”

           “Excuse me, Callum.  I do owe her. I’ll see you later.”

           “Later, darlin’,” I reply with a wink, grinning as a faint blush crosses his cheeks.

           After they leave Hana glides across the ice towards me.  She circles around me, skating backwards.  “Looks like Olivia stole Liam from you.”

           I shrug and smile at her as she twirls gracefully and comes to a stop next to me.  “Damn, Cinnamon Bun, look at you go.  Where’d you learn to skate like that?”

           “Ice skating was one of the things my parents sent me to lessons for.”  She fidgets next to me, looking uncomfortable.

           I raise my eyebrows but don’t say anything.  Pops had Donny showing me how to shoot and handle a knife by the time I was 6, so I don’t feel like I can cast too much judgement on her parents for putting her into ice skating lessons.  

           “It’s a skill I learned to appeal to suitors.  I was told that “a display of elegance can go a long way’.”

           Never mind.  Judging commenced.

           “Do you even like ice skating?” I ask.

           Hana remains silent, drawing patterns in the ice with the blade of her skate.

           “Cinnamon bun?” I prompt.

           She finally shakes her head and I sigh in exasperation.  “We’ve got to find you a hobby that you enjoy.”

           “Whether I enjoyed things or not was never really taken into consideration during my training,” Hana says, sounding defeated.

           “Ok… level with me Cinnamon Bun.  Do you even want to be here?”  I cross my arms and look down at her, patiently waiting for her answer.

           “O-of of course I do!” she stammers.

           I quirk one eyebrow up and she deflates.

           “I like being here.  I like you and Drake and Maxwell and Liam.  I like having friends.  But…” she trails off.  “I don’t like this competition.  I’m only here because my parents forced me.  Liam is nice but I would never want to marry him.”  Hana’s face burns bright red at this last admission

           “Oh?”

           “He’snotreallymytype.”  The words all come out in one rushed whisper.

            “All right, now I have to know what your type is.”  I nudge her with my shoulder.  “Come on, spill all those juicy details.”

           Hana hides her face in her hands and mumbles something I can’t understand.

           “Say what now?”

           “I said that I want to be competing for a Princess, not a Prince,” she repeats, louder this time.

           “Nice!”  I smile at her in delight.  “Any of the noble ladies here tickle your fancy?”

           Hana stares at me in confusion.  “That’s it?”

           I feel like I’ve missed something.

           “Was I supposed to say something else?” I ask, confused.

           “No!” she exclaims. “I just thought… never mind. Thank you for not making a big deal about it.”

           “Why would I?”

           “What did your family think when you came out?” Hana answers my question with a question.

           I shrug and adjust my beanie.  “Pops has dated a few men, so he was pretty nonchalant about it all.  It didn’t matter who I brought home, guy, girl, whoever… just as long as they treated me right.  I think the makeup and the dresses confused him for a bit, just because he didn’t know how or where to shop for them.  But as soon as he figured that out it was smooth sailing.”

           “You’re lucky.”  Hana smiles ruefully.  

           “Pops is pretty awesome,” I agree.  “I take it you don’t have that kind of support at home?”

           “They don’t even know.  After all the lectures about finding the right man and carrying on the family name I’m afraid to say anything.”

           I pull her into a hug.  “You don’t have to tell anyone until you’re good and ready to, Cinnamon Bun.  And I won’t say anything, I swear,” I murmur.

           “Thanks, Callum.  You’re too good to me.”  Hana squeezes my waist tightly.

           I boop her nose with the tip of my finger.  “I am just as good as you deserve.”

           Olivia claps her hands and raises her voice to catch our attention. “Alright everyone!  It’s time to hit the slopes!”

           I trail behind the nobles as we take off our ice skates and climb onto the ski lift.  One nauseating ride later we crest the top of the slope.

           Drake skis up to us.  “You finally made it, MacKenzie.”

           “Miss me, Brat?”  I stick my tongue out at him.

           He scowls at me.  “I was just getting bored.”

           “Your face is going to stick like that,” I warn him with a smirk.  “Why didn’t you go skating?”

           “Not really my thing.”  He wrinkles his nose.  “Hey, you wanna race down the slopes?”

           “Uh… nah, skiing isn’t really my thing, Brat,” I answer, distracted by the sight of Liam approaching.  “I think I’m going to catch up with Liam.”

           “Yeah, ok.”  Drake looks disappointed.

           “We can hang out later if you want?” I offer.

           He doesn’t reply, just nods before he moves away from me.  

           Saving that interaction to ponder at a later date, I sneak towards Liam, who is inspecting different sets of ski equipment.  I wrap my arms around him from behind, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear.  “Nobody’s looking… run away with me.”

           “We can’t,” Liam murmurs, moaning a little when I trace the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue.

           “Says who?”  I move one hand up to lightly grip his throat and gently grope his cock with the other.

           “Let’s go.”

           I stifle a laugh as Liam grabs my hand and spins around, quickly and quietly leading me away from the group and into a thick copse of trees.  

           “God, you drive me crazy,” he mutters, gripping my jacket and pulling me beneath the snow laden branches of a gigantic spruce tree.  He falls back against the truck of the tree, urging me to press against him.

           “You love it,” I whisper against his lips before taking his lower lip in my teeth and tugging on it.  “Admit it… you’ve always wanted someone to break the rules with, someone who could show you what you’ve been missing.  You don’t want someone who will treat you with kid gloves… you want someone who’ll show you how to play rough and dirty.  Isn’t that right, Your Highness?”

           Liam stares at me with bright eyes, his chest heaving, warm breath clouding the air.  “Yes,” he hisses.  “Please, Callum…”

           “I got you, baby.”  My voice rumbles low and deep in my chest and Liam shakes at the sound.  I kiss him roughly, our teeth momentarily clashing together in our eagerness to taste each other.  He buries his hands in my hair, yanking sharply on the long strands, causing me to groan in delight.

           Liam’s body arches against mine, and desperate to feel more of him, I grip his hips and lift him up, holding his body against the trunk of the tree.  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” I order him.

           He instantly complies, whining in need and urgently rubbing against me as our clothed erections grind against each other.

           “Such a good, good boy,” I growl, sucking a deep red mark on his neck. “God, you taste good.”  I take a firm grip on his ass and roll my hips, feasting on the sight of Liam throwing his head back in pleasure, mouth parted and eye closed.

           I rock my hips in a steady rhythm as I use my hands to grind Liam, sweet, pliant Liam, against me for maximum pleasure.  I seal my mouth over his when his moans get a little too loud, his tongue silkily rubbing against mine as his hands snake under my shirt, his cold fingertips teasing my nipple rings.  I falter for just a moment, caught up in my lust and the urge to throw him over my shoulder and run back to the chateau to bounce him up and down on my dick. Liam’s needy whimpers draw me back into the moment and I increase my speed.

           “God, darlin’,” I moan, burying my face in Liam’s neck.  “I swear you’re gonna make me cum just like this…”

           He arches against me, too far gone to speak.

           “Lady Olivia is ready to return to the chateau.  I suggest you two re-join the group.”

           Fucking fucky fuckity fuck fuck.

           Liam stiffens in my arms as I rest my head against his shoulder and groan loudly. “Go away, Bastien.  I’m busy rockin’ your prince’s world.”

           “Callum!” Liam hisses.

           “I’m afraid I must insist you return to the chateau.”  Bastien’s voice is fully of tightly controlled anger.

           “Fine,” I pout, gently setting a red faced Liam on his feet.  I brush some snow from his hair and kiss his cheek before taking his hand and weaving our finger together.  “Let’s head back then.”

           Bastien scowls at me as we silently walk past him, grey eyes flashing dangerously in the afternoon sun.  I turn away from him, confusion at his reaction making my stomach roil uncomfortably.  I’m not upset that I’d been caught with Liam; I’ve been caught by more than one angry parent in more than a few compromising positions.  Bastien and I have been teasing each other sure, maybe we’ve even flirted a little… but that doesn’t explain why I’m reacting so strongly to him catching me grinding against Liam.

           Fuck it.

           I shove thoughts of Bastien away to the deep recesses of my brain to examine at a later time.  

           Callum MacKenzie, master of denial.

           Back inside I sit around the fireplace with Maxwell, Drake, and Hana, sipping hot chocolate and nursing a serious case of blue balls.  

           “Did you have fun today, Callum?” Maxwell asks me.

           “Yup,” I answer, flicking a mini marshmallow at Drake, grinning when it connects with his cheek.  He glares at me as he wipes it off with the back of his hand.

           “We’ve got incoming,” Maxwell whispers, nodding at something over my shoulder.

           “Hello, my dear guests, I hope you’re enjoy my spectacular hosting.” Olivia saunters over to us.  

           “I always enjoy my time here with you, Olivia,” Maxwell says diplomatically.

           “This place really grows on you,” I say enthusiastically, smiling at her brightly.   “Like mold.  Or herpes.”

           Drake sputters into his hot chocolate as he tries to contain his laughter.

           Olivia narrows her eyes at him, smiling thinly.  “Did you see that we have eclairs, Drake?  They always remind me of dear, darling little Savannah. She’d gobble them down like a sow at the trough.”

           “Don’t talk about my sister,” Drake snarls.

           I bounce in my seat excitedly.

           Fight, fight, fight!

           “Why ever not?”  Olivia flicks an imaginary piece of lint off her sleeve.  “She was such a fixture at court, and then she just up and disappeared. You never told us what happened, and gossip is usually so quick to spread.”

           Drake glares at her.  “She left because of people like you.”

           “She always was the sensitive sort,” Olivia says with faux sympathy as a cruel grin spreads over her features.  “Ladies like that don’t last long here.”

           Drake stands quickly, looking down at Olivia, his jaw clenched.

           Fight, fight, fight!  Drake has the size advantage, but Smoke Show looks like a scrapper.

           “You know what?  I just remembered I have somewhere to be.  If you’ll excuse me.”  Drake quickly bows to us and strides out of the room.

           Aww…

           Olivia smirks.  “Wait, Drake! Come back!  I wasn’t nearly through with you!”  

           I bristle at the sound of her snide laughter, and I quickly stand, stepping close and forcing her to look up at me.  “Smoke Show, you’re tap dancin’ on my last good goddamn nerve.  Leave Drake alone, or we’re gonna have us a serious problem,” I order her in a low, pleasant voice.  

           Out of the corner of my eye I see Drake pause in the doorway, his face clouded, before he darts out of sight.

           “Ooh, does the American have a soft spot for our rough around the edges commoner?” Olivia sneers.

           I shrug.  “I just don’t like seeing people treated badly for no reason.

           “What a valiant hero to the masses.  They must sing songs about you.”  She looks bored.  “Now are charming as this has been, I’ve got to get back to Prince Liam.  I promised him a private tour of Lythikos Castle.”

           I step in front of her as she begins to walk away, causing her to stumble.  

           “I feel like you didn’t quite understand me before.”  I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans and rock back on my heels, smiling amiably.  “Leave Drake alone and leave his sister’s name out of your mouth.”

            Her eyes narrow as she scowls at me.  “Or?

           “Or I’m going to take all my extra time and my very creative brain and make your life fucking miserable for the rest of the social season.  Your precious noble title doesn’t scare me… you’re just an insecure little girl trying to sit at the table with the big kids.”

            “Who do you think you’re talking to?”  Olivia’s eyes are wide with shock and fury.

            I shrug and grin.  “I may not be a gynecologist, but I know a twat when I see one.”

            “You can’t talk to me like that!”

            “I just did.  And maybe you should start thinking about how you treat Drake.  Sure would be a shame if someone told Liam how you treat his best friend.”

            “He’d never believe you over me,” Olivia hisses.

            I raise one eyebrow.  “Are you absolutely sure about that?  Because I’ll bet my left nut that he will.  After all, the fact that he pities only gets you so far.  It’s not like you two have the chemistry he and I have.”

            Her mouth snaps closed, and she stands there silently staring at me, fuming.

            I lean in a little closer to whisper in her ear.  “Do not fuck with me, Nevrakis.  I’m a goddamn MacKenzie and I will win… Every.  Single.  Time.”

            I turn around to find Hana and Maxwell gaping and wide eyed.  “I’m going to go check on Drake.”

            Hana recovers first.  “Good… I saw him go outside, but it’s not a good idea to be out there right now. I’ve heard there’s a storm brewing tonight.  What can he be thinking?”

            “He’s thinking Olivia sucks and the whole idea of nobility to archaic bullshit,” I grumble.  “Don’t worry Cinnamon Bun, I’ll find him and bring him back.”

           I tug my beanie back over my hair and trudge outside through ankle deep snow and slowly falling snowflakes.  About half a mile away from the chateau I spot Drake in a small clearing, staring out at the surrounding woods.  I crouch down and gather some snow into a tightly packed ball, then stand and throw it at Drake, pegging him the in the back of the head.

          “Ow!”  He whirls around, rubbing the back of his head and glowering.  “What the fuck MacKenzie?  Why’d you do that?”

           I innocently hold up my hands.  “You were out here brooding and there’s a storm coming.  I had to get your attention.”

           “Why are you here?” he sighs.

           I lazily shrug and shove my hands into my pockets as I walk towards him.  “Just wanted to check on you.  Wanna tell me what that was all about with Olivia earlier?”

           Drake tilts his head to the side, considering.  “If you really want to know you’ll have to trust me.”

            I look at him skeptically.

            “So, do you trust me?”

            “I guess?”

            “Good enough.”  He nods in approval before reaching out and shoving me backwards into the snow.

            “Asshole!” I shout, flailing my limbs as I land in a bank of powder soft snow.

            Drake cackles with glee until I reach out with my arm and sweep his legs, sending him tumbling down next to me.  “Oof!”

            I roll over on my side to look at him.  “Gotcha, Brat.”

            He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at me, but now he’s smiling.  We stretch out and look up at the evening sky, a deep, velvety blue, dotted with platinum colored stars.  A shooting star blazes across the sky, followed quickly by several more.

           “Damn,” I say reverently.  “We don’t get sky like this back in New York.”

           “Nothing beats a clear view of the sky during a meteor shower,” Drake agrees.

           “Glad I didn’t miss this.”

           “Really? I thought you’d rather eat bon bons or dress up tiny dogs, or whatever Olivia has planned for tonight.”

           I turn my head to stare at him.  “What in our entire history together would make you think I’d want to do that?  Besides, I’m sure I’m on her shit list now.”

           There’s a long pause before Drake says, “I heard you stand up for me.  You didn’t have to do that.  Thank you.”

           “Eh.  You deserve better than that.  And somebody has to start poking holes in that woman’s ego, might as well be me.”

          He hums in amusement.  “Still. It means a lot that you’d do that for me.  Thanks, Callum.”

         “Anytime, Brat.”

          A few clouds start to drift over the stars, blocking our view.  

         “Looks like we got here right on time.  Storm’s starting to roll in,” I comment.

         “I didn’t want to miss it.  I used to do this with my little sister, Savannah, every year.  We grew up around the royals.  My dad did security for Liam and his brother, and we were allowed to hang out with them.  Liam and I got close, even though I didn’t have the lineage to merit it.”

          I grunt. “Yeah, because who spawned you is the best indicator on whether or not you’re worthy of friendship.”  

          Drake chuckles before continuing his story.  “Savannah, on the other hand, got along with everyone, and they were all friendly with her.  She loved living at the palace when we were kids, being surrounded by all the pretty dresses and jewelry.  But it got harder when she was older.”

          “What happened?”

          “She… It got harder, I guess.  After what happened with…”  He breaks off with a scowl.  “I failed her.  I couldn’t protect her.  I couldn’t protect her from this place or these people.”

          He goes silent and I wait patiently for him to continue.

         “Sorry… I guess, I’m still not ready to talk about it,” he murmurs.  “This is more than I’ve talked about it in the past year, actually.”

          I gasp in delight.  “Are you saying I’m special?  Are we frieeeeends now?”  

          Laughing, he bats a handful of snow at my face.  “Not after that.”

          We silently stare at the sky for a few more minutes, watching as fat snowflakes begin quickly falling.

          With a heavy sigh, Drake pushes himself up.  “We should probably get back.  It’d be quite the scandal if I let one of the prince’s suitors freeze to death out here on my watch.”

          He holds his hand out to me and hauls me to my feet.  I stumble a little in the snow, crashing into Drake.  We hold onto each other as we struggle to keep our balance.

          Drake blushes furiously as he backs away from me.  “You, uh… you ok now?”

          I grin and give him a thumbs up.  “Good to go, Brat.”

          We make out way back to the chateau in the dark, trudging through the snow and wind.  Drake trips in the dark and I reach out to catch him.  Once he’s regained his footing I grab his hand, tugging him close to my side.

         “Stay close,” I order him.  “Liam’ll never forgive me if I let you turn into a popsicle.”

         Drake doesn’t say anything, he merely grips my hand tightly and huddles close to me.

         “Brat?” I urge him to answer me.  “Stay close, yeah?”

         “I will.”  Drake’s voice is breathy and his hand trembles in mine.

         When we reach the chateau I gently untangle our fingers and urge him to go to his room. “Go sit by the fire and warm up for a bit, then take a hot shower.  Be sure to eat something too, you’ve had a long day.”

          He ducks his head shyly, not meeting my eyes.  “I will… thanks, Callum.”

         We part ways and I take a detour to Hana’s room, knocking lightly on her door.  

         “Hey, we made it back,” I smile and lean against the doorjamb when she opens the door.

         She sighs in relief.  “Oh, thank goodness!  I was worried.  How is Drake?”

         I tilt my head side to side.  “Could be better, could be worse.  I think Olivia brought up a lot of shitty emotions.  He misses his sister.”

          “Poor Drake,” Hana murmurs sympathetically.  “I’m glad you went after him Callum.  You’re a good friend.”

          “Thank, Cinnamon Bun.  You are too.” I stretch my arms above my head as a yawn overtakes me.  “Sorry… I’m totally wiped.  I’m going to bed.”

          “Goodnight, Callum.”  Hana smiles at me sweetly.

          “Sweet dreams.”  I wave to her as I walk down the hallway to my own room.

           I find Bastien waiting outside my room, arms crossed.  “We need to talk,” he barks, not giving me a chance to say anything.

           I unlock my door and swing it open, holding my arm out to usher him in.  “By all means.”

           He waits for me to turn on a few lamps before he strides up to me, getting entirely too close for me to think clearly.  “What the fuck were you thinking?”

            God, he smells good.

           “Uh…”

           Bastien carries on, unaware of how his proximity is affecting me.  “I tell you to be careful.  I tell you to watch yourself because the king is dangerous. And what do you do?  You sneak the prince away from an event meant for all the suitors, and then you grope him in public!”

        ��  I wanna touch his beard.

           “Ok, well to be fair,” I say.  “There was mutual groping involved.  Don’t make it sound so one sided.  And it wasn’t public public.  More like public adjacent.”

           Bastien growls and closes his eyes, inhaling sharply though his nose.  “Is this a fucking joke to you?  Is your safety a game for you?”

           I study Bastien’s face; there are dark circle beneath his eyes and fatigue lines bracketing his mouth.  His lips are set in a grim line, but his eyes are almost frantic.

           He’s worried about me.

           “Hey, hey, come here.”  I grab his hand and urge him to sit next to me on the bed.  “You really think Liam’s dad has it out for me?”

           Grey eyes sweep over my face, and he brushes a lock of hair away from my forehead.   “He does.”

           I may never wash that piece of hair again.

           I frown, tapping a finger against my lips.  “Would he hurt someone Liam cares for just to get his way?”

           Bastien’s gaze meets my own, then quickly darts away.  “Constantine’s vision for Cordonia comes before everything, even his son’s desires.  If he found out you were dry humping Liam in a semi-public setting he’d have you on the first plane back to New York so fast your head would spin.”

           I lean against Bastien, the events of the day catching up to me and sapping my energy.  His body is warm and solid next to mine, and I allow myself a few moments to enjoy the feeling.  

           “You know who I am, how I grew up, what I’ve done, what I’ve lived through.  Constantine doesn’t scare me, Bastien.” I hold his gaze, caught in the stormy depths of his eyes.  “I can take care of myself, you know that.”

           “I do.  But I want to take care of you too,” he murmurs, looking down at his hands.

           Oh, sweet Jesus.

           Shivers rack my body at his admission.

           “I need to go.”  Bastien quickly stands up.  “Just… be a little more discreet, Callum.  I want you to be safe.  And I don’t need to see you and Liam like that again.”

           His voice catches and hardens during that last sentence, and I quickly glance up, hoping to read some sort of emotion in his face.  His features are twisted in frustration, but I don’t know if it’s frustration with me for not following his instructions or something else.

           He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, his beard scraping tantalizingly against my skin.  “Behave yourself from now on.”

           I just stare at him wide-eyed, unable to breathe.  He quickly walks to the door, giving me one last look before shutting the door behind him.  I eventually remember to breathe, sucking in a deep breath, and I touch my fingertips to my cheeks, still warm from Bastien’s lips.

           Heh. I’m in danger.

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Tuesday 16 October 1838

7 55

11 ¾

fine sunny morning F60° at 9 10 – the branches of the trees move about as if bise again but perhaps not so much as yesterday I have nor seen nor heard anything of A-  but from Josephine that she was ready before me  poor thing how miserable she makes herself   I will lose no more time   we will be at Lyons as ssoon as we can and then home and be rid of her as nicely as I can   I wish it was over

vide p. 41 line 4. breakfast at 9 ¾ and had the master of the hotel till 1 20

 [breakfast at 9 ¾ and had the master of the hotel till 1 20 – was in the garde du corps of Louis 18 – dismissed in 1822 with several others after the assassination of the duke de Berri – then employed in our English foreign office as a sort of courier – sent to Greece with a Mr. Warden or some such name who for his good services helped him to purchase this hotel 10 or 11 years ago – had just been in England and was in Paris when the revolution of 1830 broke out – knows something of everybody – inquired if Lord Stuart de R- had finished Highcliffe, and how he could pay for it – said Sir George Rose had told him it would cost a great deal of money – did not understand how Lord S. de R- could find the money – I said he had had a large fortune from Lord Hardwicke Lady S. de R-‘s father – our landlord said Lady S. de R- had been here 2 or 3 years ago – he mentioned Lord William Paget as having wanted him to go with him to the banker for £50, but he knew his lordship, and declined – Lord William gets into a great deal of debt, and cheats all his tradespeople - leaves them unemployed – his lady now at Pau, and very ill off – mentioned the Beaumonts of Britton – one of the Misses B- has married a Swiss who has bought the title of baron at Baden, and is going to buy a chateau near here – which purchase furnishing and repairing will cost him 500000fr. – magnificent magnolias in the garden there – but not much land to the chateau – merely enough to keep the barons’ horses and find the chateau in common wine and oil – his wife had made her will, and left him all the law allows her to leave him – our landlord knows it, for he witnessed the will – no fermiers here – people must stay at their chateaus and look after their wine and oil – then they can make 6 or 7 p.c. of their estimates – otherwise next to nothing that is the reason there is nobody in town now – come in in the winter – very few rich enough to go to Paris, except the marquis de Mon-calme, and the family of Casties and D’Assas and a few more – can live here pretty well got 25,000fr. a year many of the young men of family here, not rich, not in any employ – cant or wont go to court, and in a fausse position and much to be pitied – think of going to see the chateau the [?] baron is about to buy, - and of going to see the railroad to Cette [Séte] which is almost finished – Mr. Wickham is here in the winters – his wife died about 2 years ago – his retired pension 25,000/. a year and may have an hereditary estate of about £800 a year – not everybody would have accepted his place – that of government spy – great sums of money passed thro’ his hands for buying over this person and that and yet he himself not rich – neat as dear here as in Paris – everything as dear except wine and oil and the fruit grown hereabouts – but this part of the country one of the richest in France – our landlord has 2 daughters – the oldest 15 – suffers from the blood qui n’est pas bein reglé – has been at school in England (Hammersmith near London) ever since her return, a year ago has suffered very much – required constant watching and amusement – is in fact hysterical and all but epileptic – the M. D-s here can do nothing for her – advise him to get her married – impossible at her age to think of this – must wait patiently – many girls of her age hereabouts affected in the same way – A- and I out at 1 40 at the musée Fabre from 1 50 to 3 35 – the gem of this fine collection of pictures (given by Fabre himself a good artist – several of his pictures in the collection) is a Raphael n°271. Portrait d’un jeune]

at the musée Fabre from 1 50 to 3 35 – the gem of the collection of Raphael – portrait d’un jeune homme d’environ 21 sans – toque noire cheveux blonds coupés à la hauteur de ses épaules – veste noir – peint sur bois – de la 2nd manière de Raphael – opposite this picture, and also by Raffaello Sanzio or di Santi, n°270 (the 2nd best picture?) portrait de Laurent de Medici, duc d’Urbin, father of Catherine de M- queen of France – his father was Pierre de’ Medici brother of Leo X – toque noire – il porte un justaucorps de drap d’or et une pelisse rouge foncé brochée en or, et à larges manches – dernière manière de Raphael – peint sur bois – this picture is the original (of which 2 copies in the gallery at Florence) cité par Vasari dans la vie de ce grande peintre – it was égaré pendant plus de deux siècles, and was found at Florence – in the same salle with the 2 Raphaels above named is an interesting modern picture of Michel Montaigne going to visit Torquato Tasso in his prison at Ferrara – and next this picture a charming ½ length figure of our saviour with a ball in his hand by Carlo Dolce – a portrait of Fabre, and a good portrait by Fabre of Canova – walked to the end of the esplanade – a little bise but not much – fine view of the country and villa studded environs of Montpellier – home at 4 – A- tired, but the better for the wine and biscuit and grapes – I too ate some grapes – out again at 4 35 to see the collection of pictures of the marquis de Mon Calme [Montcalm?] – close by here – there from 4 40 to 5 – too late – some good pictures – handsome house – one side of one room (except about 2ft. at each end) filled with a bookcase 3 heights of 8vos + 1 ditto of 12mos – plinth of 4 or 5 in. from the floor, and cornice at the top of about the same under the white marble slab-top serving as a sort of console or table – the bookcase was pilastered into compartments about 2ft. wide (2 rows of books in depth) – the pilasters about 4in. wide – no wire-doors – the books left un-locked up – this bookcase had a very good effect just under the pictures – then sauntered about the town – along the grand rue to r. des Pénitents blancs chez Riban and bought pâte or rather poudre d’amande as we all did in 1830 – home at 5 55 dinner at 6 5 to 8 – then had Josephine – a minute or 2 with A- from about 8 ½ to 11 wrote out accounts of today and journal of today

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(Part-5) Frozen heart

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC, Drake x ??

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I stand frozen at the door steps of the Nevrakis’ chateau till a soft voice calls out my name. I see Hana queueing up behind me. She is holding my forearm in both her slender hands and shaking vigorously. I give her a questioning look.

She lets go of my arm suddenly realising, and says, “My apologies! I called you out few times but you were lost in your thoughts.”

“I am sorry for blocking the way.” I reply, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it of any thoughts of what I saw moments ago.

I start dragging myself ahead to my room. My mind is replacing previous thoughts with new ones. ‘Why am I here? My job is back at the palace, taking care of their farms and horses. I don’t have any part to play here besides, maybe, to play the role of Prince’s best friend or to look out for his favourite suitor, as he has asked me to.’

A beep on my phone brings me back. It’s Max's text message calling me out for ice skating.

I text him that I will join later; Max is always full of energy. After this long drive, he has not wasted a minute and is already out on the frozen lake with Riley.

I stand at my window, looking out toward the lake and watch the small group gathered at the lake. I can see Liam is with Riley now while Max is skating to the other end with Livy. They are all enjoying themselves. Then there are others whom I don’t know much or care about.

I get back and settle my things in my room. As I relax down, my phone beeps again. This time, Liam asks to join the group for skiing with a special request, 'watch her back.’

I meet Riley soon and we decide to race. As we ski down, we cross Liam and Livy. Riley distracts them and I catch a glimpse of Livy’s annoyed expression. I don’t understand if that look is for me or Riley?

I get up with a sigh. This guy is going crazy. What wrong can happen while skiing unless she is trying it for the first time? I gear up and walk out.

I land at the base a few seconds after Riley. “ Yay! I win!” She exclaims.

“ Okay! Point granted. Sadly, the happy part ends here today. From tomorrow we will be all back to the balls and the gowns. Hope u are as smooth at waltzing too.”

“Not at all. I need lot of lessons.”

“I am surprised. House Beaumont is sponsoring you. As cool as Max may be, I don’t think the elder Beaumont will leave any stone unturned in your grooming.”

“Bingo. Bertrand is very strict, I must say, unlike his younger brother, Max. But he was busy with some official work and left it to Max to teach me Cordonian waltz. But five minutes into training, all we did was Max's favourite breakdance moves.”

“So how do you plan to impress tomorrow?”

“Oh, I have Hana.”

“Don’t tell me, Hana is going to teach you. How does she know it so well?”

“Oh, yes, she is. That girl can handle anything from a needle to a sword.”

“Wow!” I must admit, Hana surprises me with her treasure chest full of talent.

“You wanna join?”

“Not my cup of tea”

“Come on. You can at least watch.”

“Okay.”

Shortly the party moves to the lodge. I join Max, Riley and Hana, sipping hot chocolate.

We sit there planning Riley’s dance lessons when Max suddenly straightens up. I follow his eyes and see Livy walking towards us. Unknowingly, even my back tightens up.

Livy’s sharp eyes catch the change in our demeanour and her lips curl up in a smirk.

“Hello everyone I hope you are enjoying the Lythikos hospitality. Max that’s your favourite flavour. You must be loving it,”

“As always!” He replies, raising his glass.

She ignores my presence, turns to the girls, and starts talking. I make myself scarce and walk out of the lodge. It’s cold outside, but I take few steps into the woods. I stand there for sometime, looking up at the sky.

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there.” Max calls out.

As he comes closer, I quote C.S. Lewis from our childhood,

“If belated drops yet fall,

From heaven, on these her plastic power…”

I pause and shift my gaze to look at Max. Now he stares up at the evening light and completes the verse.

“ Still works as once it worked on all,

The glad rush of the golden shower.”

He looks at me and suddenly realises the hint. As if on a cue, we both start running, trampling over the snow cover, in a rush to reach our favourite spot. We always came here to see the meteor shower as kids.

I fall back, and I see him lying flat on his back, when I reach the spot. I huff, bending over, “you win again!”

Without a word, he kicks behind my knee making me topple, and I land on my back next to him. We both peer at the sky quietly for sometime when he speaks, “ I miss it.”

“What?” I ask knowingly.

“ The carefree days. Our vacation here when it was four of us. I hate to see you guys growing up.”

“You never grew up?”

“ Not quite like you. I am living, enjoying not dragging myself.”

“ You mean by keeping your joker mask on? Showing others that you are happy? Is that what you call enjoying?” I question him.

“ If you can’t change it, at least learn to drive some happiness out of it.”

“I am happy for Liam and Riley.”

“And what about Livy?”

“What about her?”

“ Have you looked into the mirror lately? That long drawn face of yours? Even today, when she was laughing and enjoying, you couldn’t reciprocate with a smile?”

“I .. I hurt her.” I fluster.

“ It doesn’t matter what you did then. What matters is, what is here now. Live in the moment.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm.” He hums after me.

We lie down, gazing at the sky until the meteor showers ends.

As Max starts, I join in.

“Among the hills, a meteorite

Lies huge and moss has overgrown,

And wind and rain with touches light

Made soft, the contours of the stone.

Thus easily can Earth digest

A cylinder of sidereal fire,

And make her translunary guest

The native of an English shire.”

I will digest and will make the changes, my native - part of my life. I resolve as we walk back to the chateau.

The next day, I spend most of my time in my room catching up with some reading and calls from the palace, managing the administrative work until it’s Showtime.

Reluctantly, I make my way to the ball room of the chateau. I search through the name plates on the tables to find my place. A big smile of relief spreads across my face when I see it on the last table in the corner, away from the crowd. I make a note to thank Livy. She remembered to keep me away from all the hullabaloo. Complacent, I take my seat and wait for the rest to join.

I wonder why Riley and Hana are sitting with me or why Livy has not chosen a place closer to Liam for Riley. Soon both the girls find there way to the table.

When the dishes are served, it becomes evident that this table was the chosen one; to be left out. The service remains poor at our table throughout. The food served is cold. There is a stark difference in the staff's attitude towards us, as if they are trained specially to ignore us.

I understand it might be her grudge against me, but why Livy is putting Riley and Hana through this?

Next I see, Livy is up there on the dance floor announcing the commencement of Cordonian waltz. Riley and Hana both get up while I remain seated.

Hana asks, “ Are you not coming?”

“Sorry, I am not comfortable with the dance. I will enjoy watching it. Thank you.” They leave me alone.

Livy being the host, starts the dance with Liam. A loose circle forms around them but my eyes keep following her. The partners keep changing. Now she is dancing with Max. They exchange small talks, and she is bubbling until she changes partner and is in Liam’s arms again.

Her expressions seem different. What is she up to? I am trying to decipher, and then it happens. No, maybe I am dreaming, but I hear gasps and loud whispers around me. Livy is kissing Liam! On the dance floor! In front of the whole court?

Liam moves away a bit from her politely and gestures at her to follow him outside. He is the typical stoic self. He won’t let it show. He has been trained to hide his emotions well.

I don’t know what to do, where to go. I keep sitting there till the crowd fades away into the night. The ballroom is vacant. A staff shakes me out of my thoughts.

I get up and walk to the foyer. The flickering light in the east wing catches my attention. But I don’t know where is everyone.

I walk to the wine cellar with heavy steps in a hope to find some solace. That’s been my hiding place here since teenage. I slowly climb down the spiralling stairs, but a sound stops me. There is already some one there.

And then I hear a male voice.

“Livy… Livy? …. Livs!…. What happened… come here..”

“I..I..I can’t..” I hear her trying to speak between the sobs.

I bend down to see someone curling his arms around her. “Hey…. Shhh.. it’s ok.. it will be fine.. we will be fine..”

“No.. it will never be the same again. We will never be same again.” She cries harder.

“I know dear. This is all we have now. But I am here . I will always be.”

She hold his arms. Her face digs in his chest, and she wails out. He holds her tight.

I quietly step back and walk out into the foyer.

The words resonate in my mind. “ I am here. I will always be.”

Now it’s not just my mind or thoughts. I feel I have a frozen heart.

[henryfitzempress]

“Roger of Hoveden: The Last Days and Death of Henry II, 1189, from The Chronicle.~

In the year of grace 1189, being the thirty-fifth and last year of the reign of king Henry, son of the empress Matilda, the said Henry was at Saumur, in Anjou, on the day of the Nativity of our Lord, which fell on the Lord’s day, and there he kept that festival; although many of his earls and barons, deserting him, had gone over to the king of France and earl Richard against him. 

After the feast of Saint Hilary, the truce being broken, which existed between the before-named kings, the king of France, and earl Richard and the Bretons, (with whom the said king of France and earl Richard had entered into covenants, and had given sureties that if they should make peace with the king of England, they would not omit to include them in that peace) made a hostile incursion into the territories of the king of England, and ravaged them in every direction.

On this, the cardinal John of Anagni came to the before named kings in behalf of our lord the pope, and sometimes with kind words, sometimes with threats, exhorted them to make peace. Moved by his urgent entreaties, the said kings, by the inspiration of the Divine grace, gave security that they would abide by the decision of himself, and of the archbishops of Rheims, Bourges, Rouen, and Canterbury, and named as the day for a conference to be held near La Ferte Bernard, the octave of Pentecost; on which the before-named cardinal, and the four archbishops above-mentioned, pronounced sentence of excommunication against all, both clergy and laity, who should stand in the way of peace being made between the said kings, the persons of the kings alone excepted.

On the day of the conference, the king of France, and the king of England, earl Richard, the cardinal John of Anagni, and the four archbishops before mentioned, who had been chosen for the purpose, and the earls and barons of the two kingdoms, met for a conference near La Ferte Bernard. 

At this conference, the king of France demanded of the king of England, his sister Alice to be given in marriage to Richard, earl of Poitou, and that fealty for his dominions should be sworn to the said Richard, and that his brother John, assuming the Gross, should set out for Jerusalem. 

To this the king of England made answer that he would never consent to such a proposal, and offered the king of France, if he should think fit to assent thereto, to give the said Alice in marriage to his son John, with all the matters previously mentioned more at large, more fully and more completely than the king demanded. 

The king of France would not agree to this; on which, putting an end to the conference, they separated, mutually displeased. However, the cardinal John of Anagni declared that if the king of France did not come to a complete arrangement with the king of England, he would place the whole of his territory under interdict; to which the king of France made answer, that he should not dread his sentence and that he cared nothing for it, as it was supported upon no grounds of justice. 

For he said, it was not the duty of the Church of Rome to punish the kingdom of France by its sentence or in any other manner, if the king of France should think fit to punish any vassals of his who had strewn themselves undeserving, and rebellious against his sway, for the purpose of avenging the insult to his crown; he also added, that the before-named cardinal had already smelt the sterling coin of the king of England. Then closing the interview, the king of France departed thence, and took La Ferte Bernard, and then Montfort, and next Malestroit, Beaumont, and Balim.

After this he came to Le Mans, on the Lord’s day, pretending that he was going to set out for Tours on the ensuing Monday; but when the king of England and his people seemed to have made themselves at ease as to the further progress of the king of France, he drew out his forces in battle array, for the purpose of making an assault upon the city. 

This being perceived by Stephen de Tours, the seneschal of Anjou, he set fire to the suburbs. The fire, however, rapidly gaining strength and volume, running along the walls, communicated with the city; seeing which, the Franks approached a bridge of stone, where Geoffrey de Burillun and many with him of the party of the king of England met them with the intention of pulling down the bridge; on which, a desperate conflict took place, and a great part of the armies were slain on both sides, and in the conflict, the before named Geoffrey was taken prisoner, and wounded in the thigh; many others also of the king of England’s army were taken, while the rest immediately tool to flight, with the intention of betaking themselves to the city, but the Franks entered it with them.

The king of England seeing this, and being in a state of desperation, contrary to his promise when he came, took to flight with seven hundred of his knights. For he had promised the inhabitants of that city that he would not forsake them, giving it as his reason, that his father rested there, as also, the circumstance that he himself was born there, and loved that city more than all others. 

The king of France pursued him for three miles; and if the stream which the Franks forded had not been very wide and deep, they would hare pursued them as they feed with such swiftness, that they would have been all taken prisoners. In this flight, many of the Welch were slain. 

The king of England, however, with a few of his men, got to Chinon and there took refuge within the fort. The rest of the household of the king of England who were surviving, took refuge within the tower of Le Mans; immediately on which, the king of France laid siege to the town, and, partly through his miners, partly the assaults of his engines, the tower was surrendered to him within three days, together with thirty knights and sixty men at arms.

Marching thence, he took Mont Double by surrender of the castle and its lord. For the viscount of this castle had been the means, indeed, the especial cause, of this catastrophe; for, lying in ambush, he had, armed, fallen upon Geoffrey, the earl of Vendôme, who was unarmed, and had wounded him so seriously, that at first his life was despaired of, though by the grace of God he afterwards entirely recovered from the effects thereof. 

The king of France was the more vexed at his acting thus, because the before-named viscount had strictly bound himself to the king of France, by a promise that he would injure none of his people either in going or returning, or annoy him while engaged in the siege of Le Mans. The king departing thence, the castle of Trou was surrendered to him, together with Roche l’Eveque, Montoire, Chateau Carcere, Chateau Loire, Chateau Chaumont, Chateau d’Amboise, and Chateau de Roche Charbon. 

At length, on the sixth day of the week after the festival of the Nativity of Saint John, on the day after the feast of Saint Peter and Saint Paul the Apostles, the king of France came to Tours. On the Lord’s day next after this, Philip, earl of Flanders, William, archbishop of Rheims, and Hugh, duke of Burgundy, came to the king of England, who was then at Saumur, for the purpose of making peace between him and the king of France. 

The king of France had, however, sent him word before they set out, that from Chateau Saint Martin, whither he had betaken himself by fording the Loire, he should make an attack upon the city. Accordingly, on the ensuing Monday, at about the third hour, applying their scaling ladders to the walls on the side of the Loire, which on account of the small quantity of the water, was much contracted and reduced, the city was taken by storm, and in it eighty knights and a hundred men at arms. To their great disgrace, on the one side, the Poitevins were planning treachery against their liege lord the king of England, and on the other the Bretons, who had joined the king of France, and had obtained from him letters patent, to the effect that he would never make peace with the king of England unless the Bretons were included in the treaty. 

Accordingly, the king of England, being reduced to straits, made peace with Philip, king of France, on the following terms:

  "Upon this, the before-named king of France and king of England, and Richard, earl of Poitou, with their archbishops, bishops, earls, and barons, about the time of the feast of the Apostles Saint Peter and Saint Paul, held a conference between Tours and Arasie, where the king of England wholly placed himself under the control and at the will of the king of France. 

The king of England then did homage to the king of France, although at the beginning of the war he had renounced the lordship of the king of France, and the king of France had quitted all claim of his homage. It was then provided by the king of France that Alice, his sister, whom the king of England had in his charge, should be given up and placed in the charge of one of five persons, of whom earl Richard should make choice. 

It was next provided by the king of France that security should be given by the oath of certain men of that land that his said sister should be delivered up to earl Richard on his return from Jerusalem, and that earl Richard should receive the oath of fealty from his father’s subjects on both sides the sea, and that none of the barons or knights who had in that war withdrawn from the king of England and come aver to earl Richard should again return to the king of England, except in the last month before his setting out for Jerusalem; the time of which setting out was to be Mid-Lent, at which period the said kings and earl Richard were to be at Vezelay. 

That all the burgesses of the vills, demesne of the king of England, should be unmolested throughout all the lands of the king of France, and should enjoy their own customary laws and not be impleaded in any matter, unless they should be guilty of felony. The king of England was to pay to the king of France twenty thousand marks of silver; and all the barons of the king of England were to make oath that if the king of England should refuse to observe the said covenants, they would hold with the king of France and earl Richard, and would aid them to the best of their ability against tile king of England. 

The king of France and earl Richard were to hold in their hands the city of Le Mans, the city of Tours, Chateau Loire, and the castle of Trou; or else, if the king of England should prefer it, the king of France and earl Richard would hold the castle of Gisors, the castle of Pasci, and the castle of Novacourt, until such time as all the matters should be completed as arranged above by the king of France. 

While the before-named kings were conferring in person hereon, the Lord thundered over them, and a thunderbolt fell between the two, but did them no injury; they were, however, greatly alarmed, and separated accordingly, while all who were with them were astonished that the thunder had been heard so suddenly, seeing that no lowering clouds had preceded it. 

After a short time the kings again met together for a conference, on which a second time thunder was heard, still louder and d more terrible than before, the sky retaining its original sereneness; in consequence of which, the king of England, being greatly alarmed, would have fallen to the ground from the horse on which he was mounted, if he had not been supported by the hands of those who were standing around him. 

From that time he entirely placed himself at the will of the king of France, and concluded peace on the terms above written, requesting that the names of all those who, deserting him, had gone over to the king of France and earl Richard, should be committed to writing and given to him. This being accordingly done, he found the name of his son John written at the beginning of the list.

Surprised at this beyond measure, he came to Chinon, and, touched with grief at heart, cursed the day on which he was born, and pronounced upon his sons the curse of God and of himself, which he would never withdraw, although bishops and other religious men frequently admonished him so to do. 

Being sick even unto death, he ordered himself to be carried into the church, before the altar, and there devoutly received the communion of the body and blood of Christ; and after confessing his sins, and being absolved by the bishop and clergy, he departed this life in the thirty-fifth year of his reign, on the octave of the Apostles Saint Peter and Saint Paul, being the fifth day of the week; after a reign of thirty-four years, seven months, and four days. After his death, having plundered him of all his riches, all forsook him, so true it is that just as flies seek honey, wolves the carcass, and ants corn, this crew followed not the man, but his spoils. At last however, his servants returned, and buried him with royal pomp. On the day after his death, when he was being carried out for burial in the Church of the Nuns at Fontevraud, earl Richard, his son and heir, came to meet him, and, smitten with compunction, wept bitterly; immediately on which the blood flowed in streams from the nostrils of the body at the approach of his son. His son, however, proceeded with the body of his father to the abbey of Fontevraud, and there buried him in the choir of the Nuns, and thus it was that he was "among the veiled women as one wearing the veil."

Source: https://sourcebooks.fordham.edu/source/1189hoveden.asp (written in early 13th century)

[likethetailofacomet]

I Wasted You- Part 1

A/N: Ya’ll... I promise I am a Drake fan. I promise that hasn’t changed. No matter what this might look like. Anywho. Introducing Lady Cassandra Aberdeen and the mess that she found herself in. I had to create a new MC because I certainly couldn’t put Claire through this in any AU, and even Riley is too close to my heart to put through the wringer in this manner. So...sorry, Cass, you’ve been nominated. This entire storyline can be blamed completely on the song of the same name by Flora Cash (who have been utterly destroying me lately) This will be a two part “one shot” (because i cannot condense my wordiness. sorry, i tried.) 

Pairings: Liam x MC (Cassie Aberdeen), Drake x MC (Cassie Aberdeen) 

Warnings: ANGST, sexual abuse, and i def dropped at least one F bomb. 

Word Count: 3,602

Tunes: I Wasted You, Flora Cash

Cassie couldn’t get into her hotel room quickly enough. Tears she was determined not to cry stung harshly in the corners of her eyes, biting painfully like the winter winds off the water, like the raw, harsh cold of December in New York- and it was May. She fumbled with the card key, cursing to herself as she took a shuddering breath, one hand running through her hair. The light blinked green and she heard the mechanical whir of the lock as it clicked open. Shaking, she pushed the door, entering the room and closed it behind her, sliding down it into a puddle on the cool tile. She let the tears spill freely, landing in splotches on the smoke colored gown that she couldn’t wait to donate to charity; the dress she broke Drake’s heart in, the dress her own heart turned to ice in, the dress she wore on the day she no longer knew herself...on the one day she always imagined would be one of the happiest of her life.

A low, keening sound came from the very back of her throat as she struggled to gasp for air between sobs. The tears were streaming down her face now, taking her mascara with them in rivulets down her cheeks which had flushed red. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly and her head rested back against the door, lolled slightly to one side. She had no energy to keep herself in an upright position, and soon found herself lying on the floor, the beaded fabric of her gown pooled around her, wrinkled and wet. She was thankful that Liam had gone back to his own room after kissing her goodnight, a bright smile in his warm eyes, excited electricity buzzing through him; thankful that he wouldn’t have to see her like this, destroyed for having destroyed his best friend.

How did this happen? How did I let this happen?

She’d asked herself those questions so often throughout the season that she’d lost count. She’d asked herself those questions so often throughout that very evening that she contemplated, several times, running through the city streets, heels in hand, and heading straight for her apartment, closing the door and pulling the bolts on it all. On Cordonia and Liam and Drake. On her feelings and regrets. On the expectations that the Beaumonts had hefted upon her. But she wasn’t kidding herself into thinking that a locked door could keep out the heartache, the utter devastation and the feelings of guilt for having caused it. It hadn’t worked here, in the hotel with the heavy, mechanically locked, thick, bullet proof door, so it surely wouldn’t work at home or anywhere else.  

The tears had finally run out, but they hadn’t taken the pain or guilt with them, and she laid there, cheek against the soft plush carpet, until the sky outside her window changed colors. She watched the stars blink out and the neons turn off as the black night softened, early yellow light filling the cloudless sky as the sun rose on a new day. She wished she could rise as a new person; one that hadn’t ruined everything by falling for two men.

How did this happen?

She hadn’t meant for it to. She hadn’t felt anything at all for Drake when she decided to take Max up on his offer to join the Cordonian social season. She’d spent the night before deep in conversation with Liam, laughing and smiling and taking him to her secret spot. She’d felt an instant connection with him and knew right away that he was far more than his crown; that he saw her as far more than a waitress. She’d danced the night away with Liam at the Masquerade Ball, she’d had eyes only for him at the races, and they’d found time alone whenever possible, learning each other in ways that polite tea conversation couldn’t reveal. She was cautiously falling for the crown prince, and thrilled about it, because she could tell, despite the constant presence of ladies far better suited to be queen than she, that he was cautiously falling for her too. But then the court had gone to Lythikos, and her cautious plans had been haphazardly dashed when she followed Drake out into the snow.

How did I let this happen?

He’d treated her like a piece of furniture; like he could take her or leave her, like he expected her to be gone soon, so why bother to get to know her? And for the most part, aside from a slight pang of disappointment in his lack of interest in her- after all, she was likely Liam’s top choice and as such wanted his best friend to like her- she was fine with the distance that there was between them. What she wasn’t fine with, was allowing him to wander out into the frigid ice fields of Lythikos at night, alone, without a coat. She could live with him not wanting anything to do with her. She couldn’t live with him freezing to death because Olivia had been cruel.

She’d found him in a clearing, bare armed and shivering, though he’d never admit to how cold he was, gazing up at the sky full of stars.  The look on his face had stopped her in her tracks; eyes shining with more emotion than she’d seen from him over the past few weeks, his mouth hanging slightly open as a heavy sigh slipped out, lines etched into his forehead. She watched the way his back and shoulders rose and fell as he took a few breaths, and as she did she felt his pain enter her chest. She had no idea what it was, only that she felt it, too, and suddenly she wasn’t okay with the distance between them. Suddenly she needed to close it, needed to be there for him. She’d stepped up beside him, boots crunching quietly in the crust of snow that permanently covered the ground, and wrapped her cold, raw, red fingers around his large rough hand. She gave a light squeeze and felt all of the tension in his body fade at that small gesture. When he’d turned his dark eyes from the sky to her face, she knew she was in trouble.

They’d walked back to the chateau with their hands still twined under the guise of safety, but Cassie could feel the danger of the situation- of being so close to him. By the time they reached the estate her hands were just as raw, but every inch of her was on fire and from the look of him, he felt the flames too. He’d bid her goodnight, and for the first time he’d called her by her name. “G’night, Cassie.” Two simple little words. But she heard so much more, felt that he had more that he wanted to say, and found herself wishing that he had said it all. “Goodnight, Drake, sweet dreams,” she’d said back. He’d blinked slowly, closing his eyes on the word “sweet”, and she got the feeling that she’d be running though his mind while he slept. She found herself wishing that if they both dreamt of each other, they could be together in their dreams. She found herself wondering what that meant- her dreams had been dominated by images of Liam- his hands caressing her skin, his lips moving against hers, the deep, rich tone of his voice, his dark eyes boring into her and melting her from the inside out. She tried to fall asleep that night thinking of the time she’d spent skating with Liam, thinking of his smile and the baritone of his laugh and the way they caused a flutter in her chest.  She tried.

I should have stopped this. I shouldn’t have let him…

The King and Queen had started to notice that Liam was spending a disproportionate amount of time with “Lady” Cassandra Aberdeen- New York City waitress and heir to nothing, and insisted that he put his desires aside to spend time with the other ladies. Cassie understood, especially after Liam’s genuine apology, after the sincere way he’d looked into her eyes as he said “Believe me, Lady Cassie, yours is the only attention I crave.” He’d pulled her hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss to the top of her knuckles before flipping her hand palm side up to leave another kiss there. He’d bent her fingers over her palm, as if to keep the kiss from flying away, and those two tender, chaste expressions of affection had sent a rush through her body as though he’d fully ravished her. “I believe you, my Prince,” she’d responded, batting her lashes dreamily, a low, husky tone to her voice. She did believe him. She knew that if he could have it his way, he’d have chosen her and called off the remainder of the season, swept her into his arms and into their own happily ever after.

But Liam didn’t make the rules, and neither did Cassie. She understood, but she didn’t like the way it felt, seeing Liam with the other women, seeing him laying the same types of kisses on their hands. They’re not the same, she’d tell herself, look at his eyes, he doesn’t look at them like he looks at you. Seeing him dance with the other ladies, sweeping them across the floor. Look at his hands, how he’s barely holding them, not like he holds you, like he’s afraid to let you go. Seeing him laugh at things the other suitors said. The smile doesn’t reach his heart, you can tell, just look at him. Cassie had never been a jealous person, and she wasn’t about to start in on jealousy now. But no matter how much she tried to talk herself down, she felt that gnawing, uneasy feeling every time she had to watch him with Kiara or Penelope or Olivia or Madeline or even Hana. It was at Applewood Manor, at the apple festival, when Drake took notice that she wasn’t coping as well as she wanted everyone to believe.

“What’s the matter, Aberdeen, thought you of all people would be enjoying this,” he gestured vaguely around at the flags and booths, the clear blue sky and the festival goers milling about. He brought a glass of cider to his lips and took a swig, soft leather eyes narrowed at her over the rim of the glass. When Cassie looked up at him to answer, his demeanor changed, dropping the sarcasm and the teasing at the way the season was visibly wearing on her. He put his free hand on her back, between her shoulders, pressing lightly. “Hey, Aberdeen…you okay?” His eyebrows came together in concern, his lips in a tight line. Cassie shook her head and tried to tell him it was nothing, that she was enjoying herself, but she saw Drake follow her gaze to where Liam was strolling towards the orchard with Kiara. “Hey, how about we go get up to some trouble?” he tilted his head towards where Maxwell was readying to bob for apples, but Cassie wondered what other types of trouble he had in mind. She knew what kind of trouble she’d thought about getting into with Drake, despite how she’d tried not to. Given the option of watching Liam with the other suitors all day, or trying to forget feeling like she’d been forgotten, she’d gone with Drake. What a mistake.

It would have been enough, spending the day with him, listening to him tell her about his favorite parts of the festival. It would have been more than enough, seeing the way his eyes lit up when he smiled- a thing so rare she had begun to wonder if he knew how- or feeling his shoulder brush hers as they squeezed past a crowd of people gathered around to watch the crowning of the Apple Queen. It would have been enough to hear him say, “I’m glad you had a good time, Aberdeen,” when he walked her back to the estate as the sun sank and the sky turned purple. It all would all have been enough and too much at once. But two things happened that night to further compound the situation that she found herself in: Liam had to rush into emergency trade meetings that lasted from the end of the festival, well into the evening, meaning that she had spent absolutely no time with him at all. She knew that that’s how it would be when they were married, when she was Queen- knew that their schedules and duties would conflict and sometimes keep them apart. She wasn’t naïve, she didn’t think they’d be able to just ride off into the sunset and spend every waking moment in one another’s arms. But the simple fact that once the season was through they’d at least be allowed to spend what time they did have free together. They’d at least be allowed to hold hands without raising any red flags, to share a kiss without causing a scandal. It wasn’t even the waiting for the engagement and the marriage; it was wanting to be with him, and him wanting to be with her, but not being allowed to. It was being alone while he was with all of them. But she wasn’t alone. Not really.

I shouldn’t have let him…

The second event that had changed everything would continue to stick with her for the rest of her life; one that would cause her skin to crawl, one that would make her check the locks on every door, one that would make her look behind the curtains and under the bed and in the closet before getting undressed for years to come. Tariq. In her room. Advancing on her nearly naked form with lust in his eyes and a Cheshire cat grin on his half drunken face. She’d tried to tell him to leave, she’d tried to cover up and push him away, but it was as though she were speaking another language, as though he couldn’t hear her…as though he could hear her but didn’t care. As he wrapped his arms around her, the fabric of his suit jacket scratching at her bare back uncomfortably, he closed his eyes and leaned it to kiss her. Heart pounding in her throat and limbs shaking, she knew she had to scream before his lips covered hers, silencing her cries. She took as big a breath as she could and let out a blood curdling sound just as Tariq’s wet lips crashed to hers. She felt violently ill as he smothered her, crushing her to his body despite how she struggled to push herself away from him. He was stronger than he looked, especially fueled by lust and cider, and Cassie was 120 lbs. soaking wet and never the strongest to begin with. Seconds ticked by as his hands roved her body, gripping, grasping, fingerprints digging into her soft flesh, and she felt tears slipping past her eyelids, she felt her cries die on her tongue as it tried to evade his. She sobbed against his mouth as her mind raced fearfully with what would happen next.

And then the door flew open, the frame cracked with the force, and Drake was there in two strides. One hand clasped around Tariq’s shoulder, pulling him off of Cassie, the other hand balled into a fist and drawn back before it came down like a hammer on Tariq’s face. Cassie stumbled free and clutched the bedpost, wide eyed and breathless as she watched Tariq tackle Drake to the ground, getting a few punches of his own in before Drake delivered the final blow that brought the drunken letch to his senses. He looked from Drake’s enraged expression, his eyes nearly black, his top lip curled, to Cassie, fearfully cowering away from him. Shaking his head, he fled the room, mumbling to himself about the American sending him mixed signals, mumbling about how this wasn’t his fault. As soon as he was gone, Drake was by her side, hands held tentatively up in front of him, the anger in his eyes changing immediately to hurt at the way she looked. “Cass…” he croaked, “Cass, are you…” he shook his head, closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Did he hurt you?”

He looked like he was in pain and not just from the fight. He looked like he was having trouble breathing, and not just from the bruised ribs. She couldn’t answer, not with words. Instead, she flung her small body at him, curling around him and holding tight, as though he could keep her from disintegrating after what just happened. He winced, and she couldn’t tell if it was from his injuries or from her body wrapped around his, from the close proximity that they both knew was better to avoid. After a few beats she felt his arms come around her, felt his whispered words against her hair. “It’s okay, Aberdeen, I got you…I got you…” She cried into his shirt until she felt her breath even out and her heartbeat slow.

She’d asked him to stay for a while. She’d insisted that he let her take care of him, ice his wounds and clean the cut under his eye. It seemed innocent enough; Liam’s best friend coming to her aid in his absence, protecting her, comforting her. It seemed only natural that she’d want to make sure he wasn’t hurt, that she’d want to repay him with kindness. But they both knew that’s not all that was happening, and neither could walk away. Neither wanted to.  

I shouldn’t have let him stay…

He’d been the one to break the silence, after she’d done what she could for him. “I should go, Aberdeen…you should…” he swallowed and looked away. “You should call Liam. Tell him what happened…I’m sure he’d want to know that you’re safe…” Cassie couldn’t help the way she felt: that if Liam was concerned about her safety, he wouldn’t have left her on her own all day, wouldn’t have left her to Drake. She immediately cringed at those thoughts, knowing full and well that Liam was in love with her, and that he was sure to be devastated, sure to be wracked with misplaced guilt once he heard what had happened. Reluctantly she nodded, agreeing with him.

“Okay,” she said softly. He nodded, finishing with the buttons of his shirt and turning towards the door. “Drake!” she called out, not quite sure why. He stopped and pivoted slowly back toward her, his coffee colored eyes burdened with how desperately he wanted to stay, to hold her through the night- he had his own feelings about the way Liam hadn’t spent any time with Cassie all day, felt like his friend was wasting his time with Cassie. He knew it was duty. Protocol. What was expected of him. But he also knew that if he were in Liam’s shoes he wouldn’t give a flying fuck about any of that. “Thank you…” she managed, though her words were barely audible.

“Aberdeen…” he sighed. “I’d never let anything happen to you… not if I could help it…I…I couldn’t live with myself if I knew you were hurt.” He paused, a pained expression crossing his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Even if you’re with Liam…I…I…” he sighed again, dropping his shoulders. “I know you’re with Liam. I know that.” His breathing quickened and her eyes flicked to the way his chest was heaving. “But I care about you too, Cassie. More than I should.” He crossed the room in nothing flat and slid his hand behind her neck, looking deep into her eyes, searching them.

She felt the dam break as she showed him what he was looking for. Without hesitation, and before she could stop herself, she closed her eyes and closed the distance. Her soft lips met his, moving together as a wave crested and crashed throughout her body. By the way Drake was responding, fingers curling around her neck, breath hitching, body following his hips as he matched himself up with her, she could tell that he was riding the wave, too. When they finally broke apart he rested his face against hers, eyelids closed tightly. “Aberdeen…” he breathed her name and as he did she saw flashes of what could have been throughout the season had they not both tried to ignore one another. Twirling across the floor at the masquerade ball. Smiling in the sunshine at the races. Skin sliding against skin as they learned each other’s bodies, confessions and secrets as they learned each other’s souls. Suddenly she was full of regret, of longing, of the feeling of wasted time. Before she could arrange her thoughts into anything coherent, she felt him slip away, heard the door open and shut before she opened her eyes, and he was gone.

How did I let this happen?

Five minutes later, Liam was in her room, apologizing, soothing, kissing, cradling. Drake had called him and told him what happened with Tariq, told him that Cassie needed him. “Cassie,” Liam’s voice held so much pain, so much hurt at what she’d just been through. “Cassie, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here…so sorry, my love…” she felt his tears against her cheek, his exhales against her neck as he rocked her and she held tightly to him, thinking about how sorry she was, too.

I shouldn’t have let this happen…

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An extended lore timeline of Vincent’s bloodline

13?? BCE – Sheska the Shapeshifter (?) is born

134? BCE - The Sorceress is born

134? BCE – Qaqu is born in Akkad

1309 BCE – An assassination is attempted on Q mortally wounding them. Q promptly leaves Akkad for Babylon.

1290 BCE – Seth is born to Sheska

1308 BCE – Q falls restless over their own mortality and begins searching for ways to prolong their life.

1306 BCE – Q leave Babylon and travels south to search for immortality

1292 BCE – Q returns to Babylon.

1291 BCE – Q acquire pseudo-immortality.

1290 BCE – Several children are born to Q. Five are sacrificed.

1250 BCE – Q’s first children rebel and flee after they are forced to participate and sacrifice their sibling.

1245 BCE - Q sacrifices their powers to create the Mirror of Kur as a tool to watch and punish their rebel children.

1220 BCE – Q choses an heir.

9?? BCE – The Mirror of Kur is shattered by Seth. A shard of the mirror is taken by Q. Q flees to Europe.

500 BCE – Q meets The Sorceress. They retain tolerance with some disagreement.

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10?? CE – Q settles permanently in Metz.

11?? CE – Q acquires the nickname of The Lindwyrm

11?? CE – Q orders a recovery of the pieces of The Mirror of Kur. A new mirror is created and hidden.

13?? CE – Q feuds with Seth after their apprentice Zedd joins Q. Seth leaves for Asia Minor. Zedd pens the black tomes. Zedd tries to leave after refusing to marry one of Q’s granddaughters. Q executes and binds Zedd’s soul to a Zibellino.

14?? CE – Q marries Amelie. Malik is born. Angelique is born.

1500 CE – Completion of the first Chateau Solaris.

1565 CE – Angelique is sacrificed to create The Doppelganger. Q sacrifices their right arm to bind them. Malik is devoured to give The Doppelganger their first human visage.

1595 CE – Chateau Solaris burns. Q fakes death. The Doppelganger is instructed watch their children.

16?? CE – The Doppelganger takes the form of a woman and gives birth to Maria and Samantha.

167? CE – Jacques and Gunther are born as identical twins. Q makes a bet of faith with The Sorceress, to see if faith or magic makes a man stronger. Under Q’s influence the twins are to be separated. Jacques is raised and silently puppeteer to a life in the Christian faith, whereas Gunther is raised to the servitude of his magically inclined bloodline.

1700 CE – Jacques pursues the life of a Witchhunter.

170? CE – The second Chateau Solaris is built. Corbett is born.

1725 CE – Under the manipulation of the Doppelganger Jacques is set in pursuit of his twin. Both meet in the presence of Q with others of their bloodline and each unable to comprehend their similarity, claim each is a trick. Gunther hesitates and Jacques is able to stab Gunther, killing him. Displeased that they lost the bet, Q reveals their game to Jacques. The Doppelganger overwhelms Jacques and is ordered to crucify and burn the Witchhunter as he had done to others. Jacques vows that he would not rest until he sees Q’s family destroyed. Q binds Jacques soul to a pocket watch and gives it to Corbett.

1765 – Corbett is driven insane by the voice of The Witchhunter and sets fire to Chateau Solaris, partially destroying the structure. Q disappears. Many others become haunted and due to Q’s complacency scatter. The cursed pocket watch disappears.

1790 - 1794 – The few remaining loyal in France are executed.

1820 - 1835 – An attempt is made to buy and rebuild the second Chateau. The purchaser and several builders are found disembowelled half way through restoration prompting and investigation although the case is never solved.

186? – Arthur Beaumont is born.

187? – Eva is born.

1895 – Eva marries Arthur.

1897 – Arthur buys back Eva’s ancestral land and both ruined Chateau’s. Both move to oversee the restoration. Dense forests cleared to make way for wheat.

1901 – Sophie and Dean are born.

1905 – Eva commits suicide. Chateau’s restoration at 90% completion.

1909 – Arthur’s family is bankrupted. An anonymous buyer purchases all their properties. Arthur finds the Black Tomes and shattered fragment Mirror of Kur.

1912 – Mordecai is born.

1914 – Dean and Sophie are killed in an explosion.

1923 – Q returns and seeks an audience with Seth and the Sorceress in New York. Mordecai is chosen to be Q’s heir

1928 – Arthur pursues with the aid of the tomes Q and stabs them with a knife fashioned from the mirror fragment they found. Q is fatally wounded and dies. The Doppelganger devours Arthur and takes the tomes from him.

1930 – Ebony is born. Mordecai becomes Seth’s apprentice. Mordecai falls in love with a ballerina Iva nearing the end of her career, impressing her with butterflies and automated animals he fashions out of clock and watch parts. He finds her murdered later that year. Devastated he steals he hides her corpse and embalms it fashioning a clockwork husk around the mummified body. Mordecai seals her soul to the automation. Iva becomes unstable prompting Mordecai to break Iva’s legs. Seth leaves.

1931 – Mortimer is born.

1950 – Mortimer and Ebony meet.

1952 – Ebony inherits the abandoned Chateau Solaris. Ebony discovers the Mirror of Kur. The power of the mirror possesses Ebony and fragments of Q are able to be reborn through Ebony.

1953 – Ebony pursues Mortimer back to England

1954 – Ebony gives birth to Nathan. Both personalities of Q and Ebony become apparent and battle for dominance. Mortimer leaves Ebony. Samuel is born.

1959 – Ebony is admitted to a mental institute.

1965 – The Doppelganger located and releases Q. Q pursues Mortimer and Nathan.

1968 – The Doppelganger takes the visage of Nathan to seduce Q and start a cult. Q gives birth to Vincent and Lou. Mortimer leaves everyone.

1971 – Nathan is framed for murder and starting a cult. Samuel accidently steals the pocket watch that contains Jacques’ soul and awakens the Witchhunter whom promptly goes on a killing spree.

1974 – The Doppelganger seduces Samuel as Nathan to use as bait for the Witchhunter. The malevolent spirit possesses Samuel and forces him to murder the cult. Mortimer is instructed to investigate the crime. Samuel charged for the murder, but retains his innocence. The Witchhunter now linked indefinitely to Samuel possesses him again and breaks him out of his cell. Iva repairs her legs and kills Mordecai. Seth returns to London and destroys Iva. Mortimer pairs up with the Sorceress in pursuit of Q.

1978 – Vincent drop out of school.

1979 – Lou is struck and killed while riding his bike by a possessed Samuel. Jacques intention was to have Samuel kill both brothers, but Samuel’s body suffers a seizure and Jacques loses control. Vincent falls into depression over the loss of his brother and becomes excessively violent and suicidal, leading to his eventual restraint. The Doppelganger is instructed by Q to save their last heir. The Doppelganger murders Vincent’s caregiver and becomes his legal guardian. Zedd is unearthed to assist.

1980 – Mortimer and the sorceress leave London for the US in pursuit of Q.

1981 – Vincent attempts to resurrect Lou but fails, becoming disheartened and depressed. Jacques becomes aware of Vincent. A possessed driver hits Vincent, fatally injuring him. Zedd is destroyed. The Doppelganger rescues Vincent and sacrifices himself to give Vincent immortality.

1982 – Samuel attempt to reconcile with Vincent.

1985 – Maria and Samantha are ordered to kill Mortimer. Seth wounds the twins and they flee. Samuel is beaten and critically injured in a fight. Vincent kills the victors by forcing them to kill each other. Samuel becomes addicted to morphine. Vincent joins him.

1987 – Samuel’s sanity and health diminish. Mortimer returns to London

1990 – Mortimer passes away due to lung cancer.

1992 – Samuel passes away.

199? – Q is presumed dead

2000 – The Doppelganger regenerates.