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Royal Adventures
All Hallow's Eve
Chapter 1
Book: Choices, The Royal Romance Series Finale
A Smoke & Mirrors Series Alternate Universe
Pairing:
King Liam Rys x F!MC Queen Riley Brooks-Rys
Series Inspiration: Royal Misadventures Smoke & Mirrors series 1-shotÂ
Series Premise: 12-year-old Crown Princess Eleanor Rys of Cordonia has officially started her Royal education. Tutors that had been personally selected by His Majesty King Liam Rys and Queen Riley Rys were set to begin her royal lessons, and her days were packed full. The young princess was a natural leader, and the King and Queen could not be prouder.  Â
Rating: M, not Beta'd-please excuse all errors   Â
Category: On-going series, fluffÂ
Warnings: swearing, drinkingÂ
Most Characters belong to Pixelberry StudiosÂ
Chapter Summary: Ellie enlists help from her uncles, Leo and Maxwell to pull off a Halloween prank on her uncle Drake...with two unexpected situations that may spoil her fun...maybe.Â
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Royal AdventuresÂ
All Hallowâs Eve, chapter 1Â
Cordonian Royal Palace
"Ellie, you're so funny," William howled in laughter.Â
"It'll be great," Eleanor insisted, her eyes lighting up with excitement. After describing her plans to her brothers, she was determined to make her idea happen.Â
"Drake will never see it coming," Stefan agreed, giggling.Â
"Okay, now I need Uncle Leo and Uncle Maxwell." Puling out her phone, Ellie tapped -
Ramsford Country Club - Golf course, 11th hole
"Nice swing, Your Majesty," Drake smirked slyly.Â
Liam chuckled, "I can't believe it took us so long to do this."Â
"Yeah, well, ruling a country takes a lot of time," Drake laughed.Â
Handing his club to his caddy, Liam sighed, "So, what do you think of the club?Â
"I have to admit, it's pretty awesome."Â
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."Â Liam took a swig of water.
"I could get used to this," Drake replied, sipping on a cold beer.Â
"We should do this more often."Â
"That would be great, Li"Â
Liam's phone vibrated, and he pulled it out to answer a call from his daughter...
'Hi, Daddy, can you give Uncle Drake a message?'Â
'What is it, Princess?'Â
'Tell him - Gotcha.'Â
Chuckling, Liam replied ...
'Okay, sweetheart. I will.'
He put his phone away, with a puzzled look, and decided not to question her.Â
"Ellie ... wanted me to tell you ... 'Gotcha'."Â
Noticing Liam's expression --"What is it?" Drake asked with hesitation.Â
"I'm not entirely sure, Drake. Give her a call later. Riley is planning a surprise party tonight for the kids."
Drake looked puzzled. "What the hell does that mean?"Â
Grabbing another club from the caddy, Liam shook his head. "Yeah, well ... she has a costume waiting for me to wear."
"Really? ...they are going to enjoy an American tradition...New York style."Â Drake chortled, "Knowing Riley, she will pull out all the stops."
Snickering, Drake added, "I want to hear all about it."
Liam raised an eyebrow, "That's a hard NO! Now, let's finish up our round."Â
"Sure, Your Majesty."Â Drake continued to snicker.
Meanwhile, in the clearing behind Drake's cabin.Â
"Okay, Ellie, you're the mastermind, what do you need us to do?" asked Leo.Â
"We're gonna need a ton of fake spiders, some black cloth, and lots of fake cobwebs."Â
"On it!" Maxwell cheered. I had all the supplies dropped off after he left for the golf course.
"And the fog machine!" Ellie looked pleased, as Maxwell uncovered a cage beside it.
"That's diabolical!" Leo sneered as he opened a box of plastic bats and spiders.
"...and ... la meillure partie."Â (the best part)...
"Perfect," she giggled.Â
"What else, Ellie?"Â
"Hmmm. I know, we can add sound effects for the bats, and the fan will swirl and make the spiders come alive."Â
"How'd you get these ideas anyway, Ell?"
"From the best horror movie ever made," she replied proudly.Â
"Which one is that?" asked Leo.Â
"Nightwing."Â
"That's an old movie, isn't it?"Â
"Yes, it is," she replied, "but it's the best."Â
"I'm surprised the nanny let you watch that," said Maxwell.Â
"She didn't. Mom did, though."Â
"Oh, man, your mother's gonna kill me," Leo groaned.Â
"Don't worry, Uncle Leo, this will be so worth it," Ellie giggled.Â
"I'm still not sure about this, kid. You really want to pull this prank on Uncle Drake?"Â
"Trust me, Uncle Max, I promise I won't tell anyone," She insisted.Â
"If you say so, kid."Â
"All right, Ellie, we're ready," Leo called out.Â
"Awesome, let's get started."
They placed the fake spiders all around the cabin and draped the black cloth over the furniture.Â
"What's next?"Â
"We need to put the real bats in the rafters."Â
"The real bats? How did you find those?" Maxwell gasped. "That is so cool!"Â
"I ...may have asked one of the menagerie guards in Valtoria." she replied proudly.Â
"Damn, Ellie," Leo cackled. "I am so proud of you!"Â
"Thanks, Uncle Leo. Now, let's get started."Â
After their plan was set in motion, they hid behind the bushes and waited outside of Drake's log cabin.Â
As the fog machine began to create a thick haze around the cabin, the lights inside flickered on and off, and the sounds of bats echoed throughout all the rooms inside.Â
"Holy crap," exclaimed Leo.Â
"It looks like the set of a horror movie."Â
"It's perfect," Ellie beamed.Â
"Wait until he comes back."Â
"What do we do then?" asked Leo.Â
"Hide, of course. I'll tell you when to jump out."Â
"Sounds good to me."Â
***
Drake was exhausted after his round of golf with Liam. He couldn't wait to relax by the fire with a cold beer and some good music. Not paying particular attention to the fog outside.
However, when he walked into the cabin, his entire body went rigid.Â
He was met by a sea of cobwebs and fake, moving spiders.Â
The lights flickered, and the sound of bats echoed through the air.Â
"What the fuck?!"Â
Trying the light switch, Drake felt something flutter on his head.Â
"This is not fucking funny!"Â
He searched the cabin but found no one.Â
"Come out, now!"Â
Suddenly, the front door slammed shut, and Drake was trapped inside in the dark.Â
"This isn't funny anymore!"Â
"Whoever did this is going to be grounded until their kids have kids!"Â
"I'm serious, now!"Â
Drake's blood was boiling, and he was fuming.Â
"I don't have time for this bullshit!"Â
Suddenly, the music began to blare, and the fog machine created a thick haze.Â
The sound of bats echoed throughout the area, and the lights flickered on and off.Â
Drake was furious, and he stomped over to the stereo, slamming his fist on the button.Â
The music stopped, and the cabin fell silent.Â
But the real bats kept flying, and the sounds of bat chirps were all around him. He grabbed a broom and began to knock them down.Â
"Fucking bats!" he screamed.Â
"Who the hell thought this was a good idea?"Â
"It's not fucking funny, Ellie! If you're watching this, it's not fucking funny! Your dad is going to hear about this!"Â
Drake was so angry that he didn't notice the front door open, and he was oblivious to the footsteps approaching.Â
"Drake?" Liam called out.Â
"Fuck!"Â Drake jumped at the sound of Liam's voice, and his heart nearly stopped.Â
"What the hell are you doing here?"Â
"I came to check on you. I heard your yells when I dropped off your clubs on the porch. You forgot them in the SUV."Â
"I'm fine," he grumbled.Â
"Why is it so dark in here?"Â
"It was like this when I came in."Â
"I see. So, you're hiding from the spiders."Â
"Fuck no! I'm not afraid of fucking spiders!"Â
"Okay, then let's turn on the lights and get rid of these."Â
"Fine."Â Drake exhaled loudly.
Liam flipped the switch, and the cabin was bathed in light.Â
"Better?"Â
"Yes, much better."Â
"Good. Now, why don't we have a seat and relax."Â
"Fine."Â
They sat on the couch, and Drake poured himself a drink.Â
"So, do you have any idea who could've done this?"Â
"Not entirely sure," Drake sighed, taking a sip of his whiskey.Â
"Well, it was a clever prank."Â
"A clever prank? It's not funny, Li."Â
"Of course not. But, come on, Drake. You have to admit, it was creative."Â
"It was not fucking funny. Someone needs to ground her."Â
"Who?Â
"Eleanor."Â
"My Ellie? She did this?"Â
"That's it?"Â
"I think she had some help from Leo and Maxwell. She sent that message 'gotcha' to me, and I'm sure they helped her pull this off."Â
"Yeah, that's it. And I know for a fact that this was her."Â
"How?"Â
"Because she's the only one who can get away with shit like this."
"Drake, come on, she's just a little girl."Â
"She's twelve, Liam, and she's too smart for her own good. She is just like her mother."Â
"Hey, I resent that."Â
"It's the truth. Your wife is always coming up with some scheme or another, and now, Eleanor is doing the same thing."Â
"Look, Drake, I understand you're upset, but I'm sure she didn't mean any harm."Â
"You're not the one that was almost scared to death by bats."
"It could've been worse."Â
"Yeah, well, it wasn't. It was just a stupid prank."Â
"Look, Drake, I'll talk to her. But, come on, it's Halloween, and she's only twelve. Cut her some slack."Â
Drake breathed out loudly, hanging his head.
"I'll make sure she apologizes to you, too."
"Well, I can't argue with that."Â
"That's all I ask... now, I need a fucking drink."Â
As the two friends relaxed by the fire, Drake decided to let his guard down and enjoy the moment.Â
He couldn't believe Eleanor was able to pull off a prank like that. She had to have had help. He knew she had a mischievous side, but he never expected her to be so bold.Â
"Well, I'm glad you find this amusing," Drake grumbled looking at Liam.
Liam, on the other hand, was amused by the whole situation. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the thought of his daughter scaring Drake.Â
"Drake, come on, the princess just wanted to have a little fun. And, let's face it, you can be a bit of a grouch sometimes."Â
"Gee, thanks."Â
"It's the truth. And you know it."Â
"Fine, I may have been a bit grumpy. But that doesn't excuse the fact that she scared the shit out of me."Â
"Again, she's only twelve, and you were in no danger. I'll talk to her."Â
"Good, thank you."Â
As the two friends relaxed by the fire, Drake couldn't help but wonder what else the princess would get up to in the future.
"Here's to Eleanor Rys and her sense of humor," Liam said proudly, raising his glass.Â
"May she always find joy in life, even if it's at the expense of others."Â
"And here's to you, Liam, for putting up with me," Drake chuckled.Â
"Cheers."Â
They clinked their glasses together and drank deeply, enjoying each other's company.Â
They had no idea that their princess had already hatched a new scheme in her head, and she was determined to get the upper hand on her uncle Leo.Â
It was going to be a long Halloween season.Â
As Drake and Liam enjoyed their drinks, the princess and her uncles were having a celebration of their own outside the cabin.Â
"Did you see his face?" Leo chuckled.Â
"That was epic," Maxwell added.Â
"You were brilliant, Ellie," said Leo.Â
"Thanks, Uncle Leo," Ellie giggled and hugged her uncles.
"Happy Halloween."Â
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Crush: A Bad Romance One-Shot
Series: Bad Romance Continues
Original Series: Bad Romance
Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir
Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Liam with tiny hints of Liam x Max
Rating: Fluffy
Warnings for this chapter: Â None
Word Count: 3,274Â
Thanks to @kyra75 for this ask for the "secret admirer" prompt for the @choicesprompts 2024 Flufftober event. This is my late submission.
A/N: This is a prequel because we already know what happens during Bad Romance so it doesn't fit there. I could have placed it after but I would have had to either bring in a new person which I didn't want to do or go the predictable route of it turning out to be the person's partner all along. Instead, I decided to place it before the events of Bad Romance, and here's why: I've written next to nothing about Riley's first few months in Cordonia but Bad Romance does state that Liam had to work his butt off to pry Riley's attention away from Max during that time. In fact, Liam mentions it often because he's still salty about it. Max mentions it too because he did eventually get dumped for Liam. I thought this was a perfect place to show some of that. I know it's a little angsty, but I hope it's got enough fluff to satisfy the requirement.
To reiterate: This takes place in the first month of Riley being in Cordonia, while she is sleeping with Max, Liam is trying to change that and Drake is trying to pretend he doesn't like her like that.
My other stuff: Master List.
For the life of me, I cannot remember if someone sent me this image or if I stumbled across it myself. It's been in my save folder for awhile. I'd like to give proper credit, so if you sent it to me, speak up!
Riley entered her room and stopped to smell the roses. The two dozen red roses to be exact. They had been delivered to her room earlier. She closed her eyes as the sweet floral scent washed over her.
The smell was sublime.
She opened her eyes to admire the blood red petals. Her fingers gently stroked a lush bloom, her expression contemplative as her mind whirled.
She turned her head to observe the man who had entered the room with her. âYouâre sure theyâre not from you?â
âYes, Riley, Iâm sure,â Max admittedly a little reluctantly.
âAny ideas who they might be from?â
He shrugged dismissively. âCould be anyone, really. You have many admirers at court. Iâm not surprised one of them decided to shoot his shot.â Hanaâs face flashed before his eyes. âOr hers.â
She fluttered her lashes at him. âDoes that bother you?â
Max shook his head, and then gave her that boyish grin that always made her heart flutter. âHow can I blame them? Youâre the total package, babe.â
âYou sweet talker.â Riley grinned at him as she strode across the room to pinch his cheeks.
Despite the fact that they were sleeping together, the simple sign of affection from her caused heat to flame across his face. He studied the toe of his shoe as he told her, âYou deserve flowers. I should have thought to send you some.â
âHey,â she put a finger under his chin and lifted his head. âThe roses are lovely, but you do sweet things for me all the time. Iâm very happy with our littleâŚ. Arrangement.â
His face lit up. âYeah?â
âYeah.â She leaned forward and brushed her lips softly across his. âWeâre staying in tonight, right?â
They were in between royal events for the next week and while eating in the main dining hall was always an option, Max had suggested room service and a movie marathon in her room instead.
Riley had agreed because frankly, she was sick of Madeleineâs shit. Eating with all the bitchy divas of the nobility was not her idea of fun. Drake avoided her like the plague ever since their encounter on the plane ride over, and Liam rarely made appearances in the public dining hall in between official royal events.
Not that she was interested in him. Their night in New York aside, she knew he would never choose a waitress to be queen. He couldnât. So, she had found other diversions.
She could certainly do a lot worse than Maxwell Beaumont.
âRight,â Max agreed, as a shiver ran down his spine at her touch. âI had the kitchen make your favorite dinner.â
âSee?â she purred. âThatâs what I mean about how thoughtful you are.â
âLetâs meet back here at dinnertime, okay?â He stepped away from her and headed for the door.
âWhere are you going?â
âYouâll see.â He gave her a mischievous grin as he exited the room.
âOkay then.â With a furrowed brow, she returned her attention to the roses. After a brief moment of consideration, her decision was made.
She might not know why Max was acting weird all of a sudden, but she had enough time before dinner to do a little investigation into her secret admirer.
****
âIâm coming!â Drake yelled in irritation.
Who the fuck was knocking on his door in the middle of the afternoon on his day off?
âCanât get any peace and quiet ever.â He muttered under his breath as he yanked the door open. âWhat?â
His eyes widened with a sharp intake of breath. âRiley! What are you doing here?â His eyes darted frantically up and down the hallway. This girl was a scandal waiting to happen.
âWas it you?â
âWas what me?â
âThe flowers. Were they from you?â Her gaze bore into him with laser intensity.
His forehead creased as he tried to make sense of the conversation. âFlowers?â
Her eyes scanned his face, then she shook her head. âOf course not.â
His brain finally caught up. âSomeone sent you flowers?â
âIsnât that what I just said?â
âWerenât they from your boyfriend?â
Was that a note of bitterness she detected? She smiled from ear to ear as her body swayed slightly back and forth. âWhat boyfriend would that be?â
His face fixed in a scowl, he grunted, âMax.â
She bit into her lower lip as she leaned forward and ran a hand up his arm. âAre you jealous of Max?â
His arms crossed defensively over his chest as he took a step back. âNo!â
âSure, youâre not. But someone sent me two dozen roses, and it wasnât Max. Any ideas who it could have been?â
Drake blew out a resigned sigh. Of fucking course he knew who it was. Who else would it be? But he wasnât telling her that.
While he wasnât going to stand in Liamâs way, he sure as hell wasnât going to help him. Instead, he shrugged with what he hoped was nonchalance as he shook his head. âNope.â
âOkay. Bye then.â She spun on her heel and started back down the hallway.
âRiley, wait!â He stumbled out the door into the hallway, ready to sprint after her.
She stopped and turned back with arched eyebrows. âYes?â
âIâŚâ All the reasons he should not and could not pursue this woman poured through his mind as he stood frozen in the middle of the corridor.
âWell?â
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. âNever mind. Itâs nothing.â
âHm. Well, if itâs ever something, you know where my room is.â She wiggled her fingers at him before spinning to leave again.
He watched her go as frustration and regret danced through his chest.
****
Riley questioned several guards and a couple of butlers, but no one knew anything.
She was on her way back to her room when she bumped right into Liam. She found herself tangled in his embrace, laughter rumbling through him as he caught her. âWhoa there! Whereâs the fire?â
âLiam!â She made no move to extract herself from his arms. Instead, she smiled up at him. âSorry. I wasnât paying attention to where I was walking.â
âI see that!â He stared down at her with a sappy grin for several long seconds before remembering himself. He cleared his throat as he stepped away from her. âWere you on your way to the dining hall?â
âNo, my room, actually.â
âI hope everything is okay.â
She gave him a bright smile as she leaned in and lowered her voice conspiratorially. âEverything is fine. I just canât take another dinner with those fucking harpies.â
Liam threw his head back and laughed. Yes, it was a scandalous remark, but he found her honesty refreshing. He found everything about her refreshing, not to mention alluring. He moved closer to her to whisper, âWhy do you think I never eat in the public dining hall?â
It was her turn to laugh. âOh, my! What an unprincely thing to say!â
âYou seem to bring out that side of me.â His tone suddenly serious, he blurted, âHave dinner with me tonight? In my private dining room?â
âIâd love to, but I already have plans for tonight.â
âOh. I thought you said you were having dinner in your rooââ
âYes, we are.â
His shoulders slumped. âI see.â
âTomorrow?â
His head snapped up. âYouâll have dinner with me tomorrow?â
âSure. Why not?â
âThatâsâŚ. not exactly the response I was hoping forââ
âI mean, if youâd rather notââ
âNo! No⌠I mean yes! I mean⌠I definitely want to have dinner with you, Riley. Tomorrow night it is.â
âGreat. Just text me the time.â
He immediately whipped out his phone and sent her a text.
She rewarded him with a seductive smirk. âThat was quick.â
âHe who hesitates is lost.â
âI would have said you snooze, you lose. But that works too.â
âI donât intend to lose.â
âLose what?â
His voice was unusually low and quiet as he returned the phone to his pocket. âYou, Riley.â
Riley Brooks was seldom taken aback by anything a man said, but that did the trick. âWhat?â
âSurely you havenât forgotten our night in New York so easily.â
âOf course, not. I just didnât thinkââ
âDid you like the roses? Theyâre from my motherâs garden.â
âThat was you?â
âYes.â
âButâŚwhy?â
âWhy?â He looked at her with his mouth agape. Glancing around quickly to ensure they were still alone in the hallway; he reached for her and yanked her body to his. Lowering his lips to her ear, he murmured, âI know you think New York was just about sex and that a prince would never marry a waitress, but youâre wrong, Riley. Dead wrong. On both counts.â
She pulled back to search his onyx eyes with her emerald ones. She couldnât help the skepticism in her voice. âReally?â
âYes, really! What do I have to do to convince you of that?â
âI donât know, Liam. But itâs going to take more than a few roses.â
Gifts were not about to win her over. Sure, she had come from poverty, but he hadnât. Material things were easy for him to come by and easy for him to part with. Simply spending money on her only convinced her that he wanted to sleep with her.
While sex with the smoking hot prince was something she was more than willing to engage in, she refused to let her heart get involved when she already knew disappointment was waiting at the end.
No matter what he said, he was never going to marry her. He wasnât in love with her. He was in lust with her and that was something she was familiar with, something she could roll with. But she would not be tricked into letting her feelings get involved.
If he expected her to fall in love, he was going to have to invest a lot more than just money. That was too easy. She refused to be merely one more victim in the trail of broken hearts heâd left behind him.
Liam watched her walk away with a myriad of emotions crashing through him. If she wanted him to work harder to get her attention, he would do that. He knew she liked him. The night in New York had proven that. But since her arrival in Cordonia, she had frozen him out. Were her plans tonight with Max? What the fuck did she see in Max that she didnât see in him? It was frustrating, galling, and, if he were being honest with himself, a little thrilling. He did love a good challenge.
***
Riley let herself back into her room to a stupendous surprise. The two dozen red roses still graced the console table near the entry, but every other available surface, save the bed, was now covered in vases brimming with all manner of blue flowers. Deep blue roses, baby blue hydrangeas, several shades of carnations, and blue and white morning glories, among others, were spread across the tops of the dresser, the end tables, and the vanity.
She gasped as she turned circles, taking it all in. âMax! What is this?â
âAhâŚâ pink flamed across his cheeks. âI know red roses are romantic and all, but I also know blue is your favorite color, so I took a chance that you might like them.â
âLike them? Max, I love them! But you didnât have to do all this just because Liam sent me flowers.â
âIt was Liam?â His heart sank.
He felt pretty confident about his chances of competing against most of the men at court. But Liam was another story entirely. Of course, she would want Liam. Hell, he wanted Liam, so he certainly couldnât blame her.
Maybe now was the time to tell her that his feelings for her were real. That it was more than just fun and games for him. âRiley, Iââ
There was a knock on the door.
âHold that thought,â she told him as she strode across the room to answer it.
She pulled the door open to find Drake standing in the hallway. Her face lit up with surprised delight. âHey, handsome! Did you finally decide on something?â
âIâŚah... wanted to talkââ his words cut off mid-sentence as Max appeared in the doorway behind her. A storm raged across his face. âYou know what? Never mind. I shouldnât haveââ
âDrake? What are you doing here?â
All three heads turned toward the new voice.
Drakeâs brain spun frantically, trying to find a reasonable explanation for his presence. âAh, I noticed they were missing from the dining hall and wanted to make sure everything was okay.â
Liamâs shoulders relaxed. He had asked Drake to keep an eye on her for him. To personally ensure her safety.
âWhat are you doing here?â Riley directed her question to Liam.
âI needed to change the time of our date tomorrow night.â
Max stiffened. Drake inspected the casing around the doorframe.
âYou couldnât have texted me that?â
âI could haveâŚâ that sparkle that she remembered from New York was back in his eyes. âBut I wanted to see you in person.â
âHm.â She smiled as her finger tapped her lips. âWell, since youâre both here, would you like to come in and join us? We were going to have dinner sent up and have a movie marathon.â
Drake looked skeptically from her to Liam to Max. âI donât know if we shouldââ
âIâd love to!â Liam swept into the room with satisfaction radiating from every pore of his body. He pushed past a dismayed Max.
That satisfaction evaporated as he took in the scene in front of him. âThatâs a lot of blue flowers.â
Max perked up as his arm went around Rileyâs shoulder. âBlue is her favorite color, so I thought she might like some to offset all that red.â
âYes, I get it. You had to go big after copying my idea.â
âIââ Maxâs reply was cut off by Rileyâs hand on his chest. âNo fighting, boys. Weâre going to watch movies and have fun tonight.â Turning back toward Drake, she motioned for him to come in. âAre you going to stand in the hallway or are you going to get in here and help me make sure these two behave?â
Drake hesitated only a second or two.
What could it hurt?
He glanced around at the room full of flowers. Two dozen of Cordoniaâs finest red roses, straight from the crownâs own garden shimmered in the waning daylight. At least a dozen vases of flowers turned the room into a shimmering ocean of blue. The younger son of one of Cordoniaâs noblest houses and the crown prince himself at a standoff over her attentions, and still she wanted him there. That meant something, right?
Not that he was interested in her. If Liam got his way, and Liam usually did, she was going to be the next queen and his best friendâs wife. Both of those things put her firmly off limits to him, no matter how much she inflamed his desires, haunted his dreams, and bedeviled his waking hours.
Still. What could it hurt to watch a couple of movies with her and two of his oldest friends? It was really Liam and Max he was staying for. To make sure they didnât fight over her too much. Yeah, thatâs why he was staying.
Riley leaned over and whispered into Maxâs ear. His scowl was replaced with a flushed face and a broad grin. He nodded as he pulled his phone from his pocket and started swiping. His eyes flicked up long enough to say, âMake yourselves comfortable. Iâll have the kitchen send up more food.â
Drake took the lounge chair next to the bed just as Riley climbed up and settled herself in the middle of the bed. She patted the space on either side of her. âWho wants to join me?â
Before Drake could react, Liam was in the closest spot and Max had hurled himself onto the bed, clambering over two sets of legs to claim the other side. With a disgruntled shake of his head, he thumped back into the chair.
This had been a bad idea.
But it hadnât been a bad idea. His misgivings were soon put to rest as they all balanced their dinner plates on their laps and got completely and inexplicably sucked into Barbie.
Not a movie he would have picked, but as it turned out, it was not a kidâs movie at all. The existential angst, the clever humor, the insightfulness, and the adventure had him forgetting the awkwardness of the situation and laughing along with his friends at the onscreen antics. He was relaxed and actually enjoying his night off.
Max had pushed aside his insecurities about Liam, choosing to focus, instead, on the promises Riley had whispered in his ear about the rewards heâd receive later for being a good boy and playing nice with everyone. His eyes kept sliding sidewise to gauge her reactions to the movie. He wanted to share all of them with herâŚ. every laugh, every gasp, every moment. Not just of the movie, he realized, but for the rest of his life.
His gaze flicked briefly to the man on her other side. He knew Liam was still an obstacle, but he had infinite amounts of patience and faith, deep in his heart, that everything would work out in the end.
Liam didnât miss the sidelong glances Max was throwing at both him and Riley. He couldnât say he was completely oblivious to Maxâs charms, but he was nothing if not persistent.
She didnât trust him yet. That was fine. He would prove to her that she could. She needed him to put in work, and he would do that. He had yet to set his mind to any task that he couldnât master. He just needed to try harder, be smarter, and focus deeper. Winning her heart would be worth it. He knew to the very core of his being that they belonged together.
Long after the dishes had been cleared, and the night had deepened, Riley lay with her head on Liamâs shoulder, drifting off as the credits for the latest Ghostbusters movie rolled. Max was curled up against her on her other side, one arm slung over her waist as Liamâs fingers gently combed through her hair. The sound of Drakeâs soft snoring drifted through the room.
She should probably wake everyone and tell them to go sleep in their own beds. That would be far more comfortable, especially for Drake, who was dozing in a chair. But the warmth emanating from the men on either side of her, combined with the softness of the bed and the darkness of the room, lulled her into a contented coziness that she was loathe to break.
The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the room as the TV clicked off, sealing her decision as she let herself drift off to sleep surrounded by the sounds, scents, and warmth of the three men who had commanded all her attention for the last month.
For the moment, none of them were fighting each other or her. Their earlier laughter still rang in her ears. For tonight, things were peaceful, calm, and happy, and not a single one of them wanted to do anything to disrupt that.
Liam was the last one left awake. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, âGood night, Riley.â Before closing his eyes and slipping into a contented slumber of his own.
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TRR's Alternative LIs: The "Romances" that Didn't Happen
A complaint that often emerges from readers about the TRH series, is the amount of time that LIs who are not married to the MC spend hovering around her. They seem to be ever-present, ever- ready to do her bidding, give her attention, and shower her with praise. They hardly seem to spend much time at their own homes, don't date, and haven't settled with anyone in the five year-timeline of the series.
"It's almost as if they have no life of their own!" we complain.
Yet this wasn't always the case. TRR was in fact one of the rare Choices series' that had intended - at different points in the first 3 books - for an alternative romance for each of the LIs. So what happened? Why did these attempts fail?
It is easy to assume that the answer would be the same for every alternative pairing - the "crazy stans" threw a tantrum, and the writers backtracked. But one has to only look at the trajectory of each pairing to realize that this reading doesn't apply equally to all of them.
Many factors played into why the writers did a full about-turn and left all their LIs single. Some related to the writers' attitudes towards an LI, some related to how they felt about the side characters they paired the LIs with. And often, the fan response to each fed into those biases and opinions. This essay is an attempt to explore these factors and give as full a picture as I can manage, to answer the question of "why did these pairings not happen?". I hope I can succeed in that.
I will be tagging all those who had responded to the previous feeler post on this or showed interest earlier, but if you see this and would like to be tagged in this series, do let me know!
Intro: A Brief History of Alternative Romances in Choices
Liam and Olivia: When You Prefer the Side Character to the Main
Maxwell and Penelope: When You Like the Side Character So Much, You Gift Her a Shiny New LI
Hana and Madeleine: When You Reward Your Favourite Bully with One of Her Victims
Drake and Kiara: When You're Fucking Racist
#liam rys#hana lee#maxwell beaumont#drake walker#kiara theron#olivia nevrakis#penelope ebrim#madeleine amaranth#the royal romance#the royal heir#the royal finale#essay series: trr's alternative LIs
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Heartstopper (Part 1)
This is my entry for King Liam appreciation week 2024. @kingliamappreciationweek
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Klaw Day 2
Character Appreciation/Vanilla
Summary:
It's Coronation night and the unthinkable has happened for the new King of Cordonia as the woman of his dreams gets dragged out of the ballroom.
Cast: the usual TRR gang, with Kate Darling as the MC from New York. In this story the King's name is Nicholas instead of Liam.
Author's note:
Prepare yourself for all the angst and heartbreak as the story is told mostly from the young King's perspective.
Rated: M for Mature - Angst, swearing, violence, bodily harm, car chase, fluff
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The crowded ballroom was filled with a cacophony of sound, but Nicholas tuned it all out. At the back of the room, the love of his life, Kate Darling, was being dragged away by his own security guards. Her face was twisted in a look of shock and betrayal as their eyes met. He mouthed a silent, Kate, as the crowd poured into the space where she had once stood. His eyes frantically searched for her, but she was gone.
Next to him on the stage Madeleine stood with a perfectly crafted fake smile on her face. He was still holding her hand, because he had just named her as his choice as Queen. Her name had left a sour taste in his mouth, and he felt queasy. A cold sweat bloomed on his upper lip, and he lifted his other hand to his mouth to wipe it.
"Nicholas?.. Nicholas?..."she said behind her clenched white teeth, "Say something."
She curled her fingernails into his palm to get his attention and he recoiled, dropping her hand.
He raised his hands up in an attempt to appease the uproar of the people as the wave of sound finally enveloped him like a tide. "Please! Please Everyone! If you could direct your attention this way." He raised his voice and the heads started to turn and the crowd began to still.
"Thank-you." He stepped closer to Madeleine and tucked his forearm stiffly behind her back to draw her to him. He looked at Madeleine and then turned back to the crowd and forced a happy smile onto his face.
"Please allow me to present her Royal Highness, Queen Madeleine Amaranth."
The crowd of strangers erupted into applause, their faces beaming with pride for their new King and Queen.
As he held his smile in place, his stepmother Regina walked over to stand at his other side. She grasped his hand, and he squeezed back tightly, making her wince. "Where are they taking her?"
Regina waved to the crowd and then leaned in to answer. "They're sending that insufferable slut back to New York, where she belongs."
"Over my dead body," he grounded back angrily and dropped her hand. He took a step back and with a quick salute to the crowd he slipped through the curtains and then out the door to the balcony.
The warm Mediterranean air smelled much sweeter than all the sweaty heavily perfumed party goers crowded into the ballroom. Not that he didn't wear cologne himself, but he missed the sweet scent of Kate's vanilla perfume most. He took a deep breath and then pulled out his mobile phone. Below the balcony there was a sea of paparazzi photographers and reporters with news cameras and microphones. When they saw him, their shouted appeals for his attention overlapped like squabbling water fowl. He turned away from the camera flashes and the video spotlights to stand in the sliver of shadow next to the building. He tore a small hanging flower pot off the wall and used it to smash out the bulbs of the light sconces by the doors. This gave him a little more darkness and he heaved a deep sigh to calm himself as he dialed Bastien, his head of security.
Bastien picked up on the second ring, "Yes, Sire? How may I be of service?"
The relative calm in the guards voice made Nicholas lose his own. "..be of service?! What the fuck, Bastien? We never agreed to have her dragged out like a criminal."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"What happened to quietly escorting her out after the gala was over? And where are Drake and the Beaumont Brothers?"
Bastien broke away to talk to someone else briefly and then returned, "As per your Father's request the Beaumonts and Mr. Walker have also been removed and detained..."
Nicholas interrupted, "Detained? But why? They're hardly threats to anyone."
Bastien calmly replied,"I was just doing as I was told, Sir. But as for Mr. Walker, he is no longer in custody."
Nicholas chuckled, "Of course he isn't. Let me guess, he hit you."
"Not me, Sir. But one of the junior cadets now has a sprained wrist and a broken nose."
"Good, tell him he's fired."
Nicholas hung up and then went to the far corner of the balcony to catch a glimpse of the black line up of fleet vehicles by the gate. Only one had it's engine running. He used his phone to take a picture of it, zooming in on the serial number badge on the back window. 725
He dialed Drake, hoping he was nearby.
A few agonizing seconds of dial tone tone later, Drake answered. He sounded slightly winded as if he was running. "Nic?! ..what the fuck? This is not a good time. .. I'm being chased by one of Bastien's minions."
"Hold on.." Nicholas hung up and then sent an angry text to his head of security.
HRH : Tell your god damned attack dog to stand down and let Drake go.
Nicholas looked back toward the gate. He saw a pair of guards forcefully trying to escort a woman in blue toward the waiting SUV. Kate was putting up the fight of her life. Bless her heart.
His heart sank as he saw one of the guards slap her hard across the face. She went limp in the other guard's arms.
Nicholas's phone started ringing. It was Drake. He kept his eyes on the guards as they shoved her bodily into the back of the SUV. He answered the call.
"Talk to me."
Drake was clearly out of breath, he struggled to put his sentence together. "I ..*huff*..gue..guess ..*huff* I lost him."
"Good, where are you?"
Drake was a little more composed as he replied, "I .. I'm heading toward the service ...entrance by the East Courtyard. I can see a crowd of reporters waiting outside."
Nicholas nodded his approval, "Good, that's right below me. I'll distract them so you can get through."
Drake stopped at the door, "Where do you need me to go?"
Nicholas walked back to the right and closer to the balcony railing. "They're trying to send her back to America, Drake. I just saw some guards shove Kate into the back of an SUV."
"Those bastards! Where, what SUV?" Drake spat back angrily.
"Number 725, over by the gate, and hurry I think they're leaving."
"On it. Just get these paps outta my way. Are you giving me permission to use whatever methods I want."
"Affirmative, BFI is now in effect. Good luck."
Nicholas reached the railing, and as predicted, the reporters followed. A flood of flashing camera light and a chorus of demands met him as he casually leaned on the railing. He ignored their questions and struck up a casual conversation with them instead, determined to take their attention off Drake so he could get away.
"Good Evening everyone. Lovely weather we're having tonight for the Coronation..."
Drake pushed the door open and elbowed his way through the crowd. "Excuse me...pardon me...move! ..Hey, look over that way. The King is doing interviews.."
He stomped through the garden bushes on the edge of the courtyard, taking a short cut to the gate. There were four black SUVs parked by the curb, but none of them had drivers. 725 had already left.
Drake presumed that the airport was the destination, but with the extra traffic in the city tonight clogging the roads because of the gala they shouldn't be too far ahead. On the other side of the gateyard civilian and diplomat cars were parked and waiting. A silver sedan had it's engine running and a chauffeur behind the wheel. Bingo
He looked left and right to check for moving vehicles and then cut across the gravel to the sedan. He knocked on the window and the startled driver looked up from his phone. He buzzed the window down. "Uh, Hello? Is the gala over already?"
Drake shook his head, leaning heavily on the door so he could look the driver in the eye. "No, but I need a ride."
The driver looked over at Drake's large hands as they gripped the door frame. He visibly swallowed. "I'm s..sorry Sir, but I'm here for the ambassador." He glanced down at the phone in his lap and then back at Drake. He started tapping out a message.
"Nope, I wasn't asking."
Drake reached in the window and grabbed the guy's phone out of his hands and threw it like a frisbee off into the bushes. "Go fetch."
The driver protested, "Hey!" And then reached for the door handle to open the door. Drake stepped out of his way and then jumped into the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut and locked it, and then threw the shifter into drive.
Gravel sprayed up from the tires as the Audi dug in deep with its four wheel drive. He tugged the seatbelt across and clicked it into place as he shot through the open gate. He glanced to his left and right quickly to check for impending collisions and then cranked the wheel hard to the left and fishtailed into the line of traffic. He wiped the trickle of sweat off his brow and quickly assessed the road ahead. He eased off the gas and slowed down a little, searching for an opening to weave into. A car up ahead signaled and then changed lanes to turn left. He pulled into the left turning lane and then cut sharply to the right to squeeze into the gap. A chorus of honks protested this move and he shrugged, bite me. As the line of traffic rolled up to a red light, he shifted into Park and struggled his way out of his suit jacket. His phone slipped out of his pocket as his coat got turned inside out and tossed on the passenger seat. His phone rang from where it had landed on the floor as the line of traffic moved again. He shook his head nope and shifted back into Drive.
Nicholas held court with the reporters for about five minutes, just long enough to see the silver sedan exit the gate in a hurry. With a smile he waved goodbye to the reporters and then went back inside the Palace.
The gala was in full swing as if he hadn't left. Music was playing and people were dancing. Everyone else mingled and drank his champagne. He didn't feel like partying. He meandered through the throng of dancers and drinkers. Some of them stopped him long enough to shake his hand. He graciously accepted their congratulations and then moved on. He finally made it to the double doors at the back of the ballroom and the security guards held people back as he passed. He nodded his thanks and then headed for the wood paneled "door" beside the suit of armor in the hallway. It looked like any other carved alcove like all the others, but this one led to his own private elevator. He pressed his thumb print on the scanner hidden inside the shiny button. A vibration signaled that his thumb was read correctly and the panel opened. He stepped in and then pushed the arrow up button. The door slid closed and he sagged back against the wall. He hoped that Drake was successful and got to Kate in time.
Drake crept forward with the traffic, whipping out into the left turning lane to leap frog whenever he could. He wasn't sure how effective this method was, but at least it alleviated the tedium of stop and go traffic. He kept scanning the line of traffic up ahead for the telltale high roofline of the royal fleet SUV. So far no such luck. The exit for the airport was coming up soon, about a kilometre away. Hopefully that route wasn't as crowded as this one.
In the backseat of 725, Kate Darling was lying down with her eyes closed. She wasn't asleep, but listening instead to the two guards arguing in the front seat.
"I told you, we should have taken the turn onto Spencer Avenue. We'd be closer to the airport by now," the guard on the right complained.
"And I told you not to smack the girl around. If that hit gets leaked back at the Palace we're screwed."
The guy on the right shrugged, "Who's she gonna tell? She'll be on a flight back to America within the hour."
Kate touched her sore cheek. There was going to be a big bruise there soon, and it was going to speak for itself. The thought of going back home to America made her want to cry. She had left her old life behind four months ago, and didn't want to go back. She felt the SUV swing hard to the left, and held onto the seat to stop herself from tumbling onto the floor. The vehicle sped forward and Kate's stomach lurched with panic. If they had turned onto another road, it most likely meant that the airport wasn't far away. She had to do something.
Drake saw the turn off for the airport coming up on his left, he signaled and went into the left turning lane. After turning left he took the onramp that swung around to cross over the boulevard that he'd just been on. This road had a faster speed limit and the traffic had thinned out considerably. He leaned into the gas pedal and sped up to make it into the flow of traffic. Now he could definitely catch up. He just hoped he wasn't too far behind.
Kate sat up, and the pain in her head throbbed. He had evidently hit her harder than she thought. She caught the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror and he jumped in surprise. "Oh shit, Cinderella is awake." He smiled uneasily.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Don't call me that. I have a proper name you know."
The guard on the right turned to look back at her, "It's the color of your dress. It reminds him of Cinderella."
Kate looked down at her dress, "Oh right. I'm Kate by the way. And when Nicholas gets a hold of you two, you'll wish you'd never been born."
The driver scoffed, "We're not afraid of him."
Kate quirked her eyebrow and smirked, she pointed to her swollen cheek. "And when Drake sees this and finds out who you are, you're gonna beg for mercy."
The guy on the right scoffed, "Drake who?"
Kate laughed, but then winced in pain, instantly regretting it, "Oh, He's just the King's best friend and my personal bodyguard. And when I say he takes any harm done to me personally I'm not exaggerating."
The guards up front went quiet, and Kate slid over in her seat and buckled up. This was going to hurt, but it was time to put her plan into action. The doors were all locked because they were traveling forward, but she knew that in the event of an accident that the locks would disengage. She crossed one leg over the other and removed her high heeled shoe. The guards up front weren't paying attention to her anymore. She looked out the darkly tinted window and noticed it was starting to rain. It was go time.
"Hey!" She shouted, and got the startled reaction from the driver that she was expecting. He looked over his shoulder at her and in the process jerked the wheel to the right, at the same time she launched her high heel at his face and it lodged into his eye. He screamed in pain and his hands flew up off the steering wheel, "You Bitch!"
Kate braced herself as the car swung wildly from left to right, and then she heard the tires crunch onto the right hand gravel. A split second later the SUV started to roll and she hugged herself and prayed that the airbags would catch her.
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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 20 - Steal Me Away
Fandom:Â TRR
Pairing:Â Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)
Series Summary:Â The social season may be over, but Harper Galeâs problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.
Masterlist:Â (Less Than) Noble Intentions
Chapter Summary:Â Drake is back... but that doesn't mean that it's a happy reunion...
Word Count:Â 4,300
Rating/Warnings:Â M (shouting, guilt-tripping, dangerous driving, swearing in multiple languages, one over-heated kiss)
Chapter theme song:
Chapter 20 - Steal Me Away
I whirl around in disbelief. "Drake...!"
He's stood before me with two days' worth of stubble, regarding me with a long-suffering look.
But it really is him.
And I feel my heart swell, even though I can tell that he's not exactly best pleased to find me in a random antique shop in the middle of Rome.
The muscle in his jaw twitches. "I turn my back for one goddamn minute andâ"
"What are you doing here?" I blurt.
"I can ask the same of you, Gale..." he counters, folding his arms over his chest. "Because this sure as shit ain't no bridal boutique."
My chin lifts on its own accord. "I decided to make a detour."
"Jesus fuckingâ" He rakes his hand through his hair. "Did you leave your brain in a ditch somewhere in the process?"
My eyes widen. "Whaâ! No! Iâ"
"The city is crawling with paps!" he almost shouts, jabbing a finger towards the door. "Who are looking for any excuse to make a meal out of you! Did you not think for one second thatâ?"
"What?" I counter heatedly, stepping up to him. "That I should cower and hide instead, like I'm to blame for it all? I told you â I refuse to let these peopleâ"
"Well, it would've been a damn sight better than making me chase you across half the fucking city!"
"Why were you even chasing after me?" I demand, my own ire flaring. "You're supposed to be in Dubai!"
"Been there, done that, got the jet lag to prove it," he hits back sarcastically. "But just because I'm gone doesn't mean you suddenly have carte blanche to fuck off on your own."
"Says the person who walked off without so much as a 'see you later'..."
His mouth hardens. "I didn't want toâ"
"Also, I'm not on my own," I continue testily. "Allard and Schweitzerâ"
"âare fucking fired," he cuts in, suddenly darkened mocha eyes flashing. "They should never haveâ"
"Ch'è qualche problema?"
"No!" Drake and I snap in unison.
The old man falls mute before muttering something disparaging under his breath.
I continue staring at Drake, heart thumping and chest heaving in the wake of our dust-up.
He glares back unblinkingly, jaw clenched as the tension rolls off him in palatable waves.
I reach up to adjust the strap of my tote indignantly. "So much for trusting each other, huh, Walker?"
"Dammit, Gale," he growls. "That's not whatâ"
Grabbing the wrapped box off the counter, I stomp past him without a backwards glance. "See you back at the embassy."
He has some nerve, showing up out of the blue tâ
I barely make it two steps before he's grabbed me by the arm.
I open my mouth to retort...
...but I'm not given a chance to get a word in edgeways, because in the next instant, he's slammed me against his chest, laying claim to my mouth with a ferocity that's on the verge of being savage.
The fight whooshes out of me as my arms fly up to wrap themselves 'round his neck, even as I feel his fingers dig against the soft cotton of my dress, pulling me to him like a long-lost ship to anchor.
"Christ, girl," he growls against my lips. "You send me off the edge of reason..."
"I'm... sorry..." I gasp, clinging to him helplessly as he trails down the line of my jaw. "I didn't mean toâ"
"Ah... l'amore... non è bello se non è litigarello."
Drake starts as he gets clapped roundly on the back.
Peeking up, I see the shopkeeper smirking at us conspiratorially as he ambles past.
"Err... SÏ," coughs Drake, pulling back from me. "Sto certamente imparando che a mio spese..."
The man laughs in response. "Non capita a tutti?"
"You speak Italian?" I gawp, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks as the old man throws us a wink over his shoulder.
"Uh... Yeah..." Drake mutters, running his hand over the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. "With Bast."
"Oh." I glance between him and the old man. "What did he say?"
"An old proverb," Drake says, looking just as embarrassed as I am feeling about the fact that we'd inadvertently let our dirty laundry rip in the company of a complete stranger. "Love is not beautiful if it does not quarrel."
My cheeks redden further. "I-I see..."
"It's kind of a compliment..." he admits, shooting a sidelong glance over at the man, who's now busy dusting some shelves. "But we should probably get out of his hair."
"Definitely...!" I chirp, diving towards the saving grace of the exit.
"Err... La saluto," offers Drake on his way out. "E scusi il disturbo..."
"Eh!" comes the scoffed response. "Chi non risica non rosica. Ma è meglio stare attenti con lei! Donna buona â vale una corona."
"Lo so..."
"Everything alright?" I ask as Drake joins me on the baking pavement.
"Yeah," he assures me, not quite meeting my eye. "Just giving his two cents..."
Something flashes across his face, too fast for me to read.
But before I can ask him about it, he's already marching me across the square.
"What about Allard and Schweitzer?" I protest, trying to squint behind me as Drake navigates us 'round the incessant stream of sightseers. "Are theyâ?"
"I sent them back to the embassy," Drake replies, yanking me back as a pair of kids dart out in front of me.
"You didn't actually fire them, did you?" I gasp.
"Sure as hell thinking about it," he mutters, moving us forward again.
"If it's any consolation, they did try to talk me out of coming out here..."
"Clearly not hard enough."
"I can be very persuasive when I want to be," I remind him.
He lets out a low breath. "Don't I fuckin' know it..."
"Look," I say, coming to a stop and turning to face him. "I get you're pissedâ"
"That's putting it mildly."
"âbut don't take it out on Allard and Schweitzer," I tell him flatly. "They didn't do anything wrong... and I actually get along with them."
He holds my gaze for a long time before answering. "They're not your friends, Gale."
"Maybe not in any conventional sense," I admit. "But getting me a security detail had been your idea, Walker. And I know I was against it initially, but Allard and Schweitzer have been able to be there for me when you haven't."
His mouth hardens.
"And I know that grates you," I continue quickly, before he can cut me off again. "But we knew from the start that this was going to be the case, so if you do need to leave, then I'd prefer to be left with people I can trust. And I trust Allard and Schweitzer â with my life. Which is actually saying a lot."
He holds my gaze for what feels like a full minute before answering. "I'll think about it."
"That's it?" I demand in disbelief as he grabs my wrist to pull me after him again. "After all that, you're just going tâ?"
"I said I'll think about it."
I glare at his back. "You're a dick."
He rounds on me like a wolf. "I'm a fuckin' realist. And the reality is that Allard and Schweitzer messed up. Big time. And I don't care how much you like them, or how many times you've braided each other's hairâ"
My eyes narrow. "That's notâ"
"âbecause none of that fucking matters out here! What matters â the only goddamn thing that matters â is keeping you safe. From the paps, from the aristos, even from your ownfucking self, if you're about to do something stupid. And at that, they've unquestionably failed. So, no. I'm not about to cut them a break. Especially not on your say-so. Because the stakes are too fucking real, and I'm not gonna let anyone play dice with your life. Least of all the people whose one job is to look out for you. Got it?"
I force myself to blink back the sudden tears in my eyes. "Yeah..."
"Good," he grunts. "Now get on."
Glancing past Drake, I spot what is very literally the last thing I'd expect to see him with.
I scoff up at him. "In your dreams, bud."
"Gale," he warns, reaching for one of the helmets that's hanging from the black and white moped's frame. "I'm not in the fucking mâ"
"Well, neither am I," I hit back tersely. "So, you can take that deathtrap of a Vespa and shove it."
"First off," he counters, tossing the helmet at me. "It's a Piaggio. Second, the only reason I had to resort to this is because you decided to bail."
I catch the helmet irately. "So, you're saying that this is my fault?"
"Damn right, it is," he confirms, extracting a second helmet from the storage compartment nestled beneath the seat. "It's got all of 50cc so it's underpowered as fuck."
"Then why the heck did you get it!"
"Because it's the fastest way to get around the city."
I snort at him. "You mean, it's the fastest way to get into an accident..."
He prays for deliverance under his breath. "Gale, for the love of Christ, will you justâ?"
"No," I declare, folding my arms. "The last time you conned me onto the back of your motorbike, I literally thought I was going to die. And after seeing how everyone in Rome drives, I have no interest inâ"
"You drive, then."
Drake's unexpected offer pulls me up short. "Wait. What?"
He pulls a set of keys from his pocket. "It's a one-time offer, Gale. Either you take the wheel, or I do. But you've gettin' your ass on this sorry excuse of a bike, one way or another."
"I..." I swallow thickly. "I don't know how..."
"I'll walk you through it," he assures me. "There ain't much to it."
"Somehow I doubt that..."
"Clock's tickin', girl..."
I heave a breath before shoving my head into my helmet. "Okay, fine. I'll do it."
"Figured you would," he murmurs, holding the keys up. "You know where these go?"
"Up your ass," I retort, snatching the keychain from his hands.
The corner of his mouth twitches â whether in amusement or annoyance, I can't tell.
Not that I really care. I can be a jerk, too. But, I figure that at least with me driving, we won't rack up any speeding tickets or near misses on our way back to the Cordonian embassy, which is where we are staying for the two nights that we are in Rome for.
Walking up to the moped â admittedly with more swagger than I'm actually feeling at this moment â I grab the handlebars and swing my leg over the middle of the frame.
After a quick inspection, I locate the ignition switch and slot the key in.
But before I have a chance to try and turn the engine on, Drake's hand appears in my line of sight.
Reaching between my legs, he opens a hidden compartment in the frame. "For your bag."
"Oh," I say in genuine surprise, taking my bag off so I can tuck it away. "That is actually kind of neat."
"Last thing we need is for you to lose your stuff..." he drawls, shutting the glove box back up.
As he straightens again, his arm brushes the bare skin of my knee. And despite (or maybe because of) the unresolved tension shimmering between us in the wake of our heated reunion, I can't help but feel a familiar zap of electricity course through my nerves at the inadvertent contact.
"No kidding..." I concede, somewhat hoarsely. Clearing my throat, I add, "So... umm, what's next?"
"Grab the break and turn the key over as far as it'll go."
"So, kind of like a car," I surmise, following the instructions. "Why isn't it starting?"
"Because you only turned the electronics on," Drake advises. "To kick the engine off, you need to disengage the kick stand, and then press the start button."
"Jesus Christ, this is complicated..." I grumble as I scoot off the seat so I can try to figure out how to do what he just said.
"No more complicated than sailing a yacht," Drake counters, watching my antics from the safety of the pavement. "Just give it a shove ."
"How will thatâ?"
"It's got a rear-mounted kickstand," he says. "You disengage it by rolling the bike forward."
"Right," I grumble, feeling like a total idiot. "Because that's so obvious."
Maybe I should've let Drake drive, after all...
"You still holding the break?"
I snap my head up as I give the handlebars a hard push. "Huh?"
A squeal erupts from my mouth as the moped suddenly lurches forward beneath me, and I have a moment of sheer panic as I wrestle with the hunk of metal to keep from crashing to the ground.
"I told you to hold the break..."
"You could've been more specific!"
He lets out a low breath. "You good?"
"Yeah," I huff, finally managing to find some semblance of balance with an uncooperative moped stuck between my legs.
"Turn her on, then."
I scan the buttons in front of me. "Err..."
"The one by your right thumb."
Shifting my grip, I extend my thumb out to press the button...
"You still holdin' the break?" Drake asks.
I quickly tighten my hold on the left-side break. "Yes."
Drake eyes me unconvincedly. "Just checking..."
I stick my tongue out at him.
"Hey," he objects. "You're the one who wanted to do this, Gale."
"Yeah, everything is my fault today..." I grumble as I press the start button.
The moped sparks to life beneath me, and I feel a massive rush of achievement.
"I did it!" I cry, meeting Drake's eye with an unadulterated grin.
He quirks a brow at me. "Y'know you're still stationary, right?"
"Shut up."
Drake steps up to the bike with a shake of his head and flips out the passenger foot rest. "Last chance to bow out gracefully, Gale."
I glance over my shoulder at him. "If you're trying to pull some kind of reverse psychology on me, Walkerâ"
"Wouldn't dream of it..." he assures me dryly, mounting up as well. "But my word is gospel, y'hear?"
"Aye-aye, Cap'n," I say sardonically... while trying to ignore the heat of his body and the instinctive urge to lean back into it as he settles down on the narrow seat behind me.
Because as much as I missed him, and as glad as I am that he's back, our volatile reunion has served as a stark reminder that we never finished our conversation back in Applewood. Not only that, but thanks to the almost break-neck speed at which things have been happening, the list of topics for discussion has only grown since then.
And the last thing I want is for us to fall down the same toxic hole that we did in the wake of Christian's surprise reveal in Valtoria.
I just have to hope that we'll be able to squeeze in some much-needed couple time before even more things pile up between us.
Not to mention, I'm desperate to know what had happened with Tariq in Dubai... and whether Drake's record-fast turnaround is a sign of some much-needed success, or even more demoralising failure.
But, first things first: getting back to the embassy in one piece, without the paps chasing us.
I feel Drake roll his eyes at me. "Wrong salutation, but never mind... Now. We're gonna do this slowly and gently. There's a lot of people around, and we don't need you on the front page of the Sun again because you accidentally torpedoed a toddler."
My throat constricts. "Y-You saw that?"
"You'd be hard pressed to find someone who hasn't," he mutters. "But right now, your focus needs to be on driving this thing. So, eyes up front and ignore everything else."
I swallow down my nerves. "Okay..."
"Your right hand controls the throttle. Your left hand controls the break," Drake instructs. "For the love of God, don't mix that up, or I'll be on the phone to your patents explaining why you suddenly need skin grafts."
I wince involuntarily at the gruesomeness of that particular image. "Got it."
"It's a mistake you'll only make once," he warns grimly. "To get going, twist down on the throttle while slowly easing up on the break. Don't jerk it, or you'll face plant into the speedometer."
"Anything else?" I ask, somewhat nervously.
As anticipated, driving a motorbike is a lot more nuanced than Drake made it look back in Cordonia. And I'm having some serious second thoughts about this whole thing...
"Keep your feet off the foot-stand until you've got enough momentum to stay upright."
"How will I know that?"
"You'll feel it," he assures me. "Like on a bike."
I bite my bottom lip.
"Hey," he says, brushing his fingers across my hip. "You got this, girl."
The familiarity of Drake's touch â even though it's fleeting â unwinds something in me. Because it's an unspoken reminder that no matter what may be going on around us... or between us, it's not going to come in the way of the promise that he made me.
I suck in a steadying breath. "Okay. Here goes."
Readjusting my grip on the handlebars, I twist my wrist down. Feeling the engine start to rumble with increased vigour, I gentle ease up on the break.
The Piaggio begins to creep forward.
"Watch the road, not the instruments," Drake cautions from behind me.
Lifting my eyes up, I carefully navigate us 'round the oncoming pedestrians, keeping my feet suspended alongside the moped, in case I need to make an emergency stop.
But, as we move away from the iconic landmark, the crowd starts to thin out, and the street widens. Passing a fruit and vegetable stand, I let go of the break fully, the bike pulls forward eagerly. Feeling slightly more confident, I add a bit more gas so I can finally lift my feet up without capsizing our delicate operation.
"Not bad," Drake approves. "You just gotta relax a bit."
I flush inadvertently. "I am relaxed."
"Your shoulders say different. You're driving like Quasimodo."
"Oh." I make a concerted effort to straighten my posture. "Better?"
"Yeah. But now you need to drop your elbows."
"So much for this being easy..."
"It is," he insists. "Once you get the hang of it."
"You and your technicalities, Walker..." I grumble.
"Everything's got a learning curve," he reminds me. "But we just might make a Hell's Angel out of you yet."
I snort back at him. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Evil Knievel. We haven't made it back to the embassy yet."
"Then you might wanna knuckle down for this next part."
"Why? What'sâ?"
I get my answer as we round a corner and come parallel to a busier-looking road.
Great...
"Right here, then first left," Drake advises as we approach a somewhat complicated-looking three-way intersection.
"Umm... Okay..." I mumble, eyeing up the noticeably faster-moving traffic on the main road with more than a bit of trepidation.
"No one's gonna give you room, so you'll have to gun it," comes the no-nonsense tip from behind me. "The indicator is by your left thumb."
A Fiat whizzes past, but the next car is some distance away. Taking a breath, I flick the indicator on and twist down on the throttle to merge into the gap.
"Move over one more," Drake shouts over my shoulder. "You're taking up the bus lane."
"Where the heck does it say that?" I demand, casting my head around in confusion.
"On the sign we just passed..."
"Was it invisible?"
"Hey," counters Drake. "You wanna argue with me, or a cop?"
"Neither," I concede sourly, making the switch to the left-side lane after a quick check in the mirror. "But they could've made it more obvious..."
Drake scoffs. "It's Rome. The bastards are trying to catch you out."
"Clearly," I agree, taking a left at the traffic lights...
...straight into a two-way fork in the road.
"Umm... What now?" I squeak, trying to hedge my bets as much as I can in the rapidly shrinking room that I have to make a decision before I run into the curb.
"Stay left."
I start to turn the bike, only to yank it back violently with a yelp as a car that I hadn't realised was trying to overtake me blows past with a scream of its horn.
"Vaffanculo!" yells Drake, throwing his hand out angrily at the other driver.
"Ohmygod..." I rasp, my entire body shaking in the wake of the near miss.
"Fuckin' asshole," gripes Drake. "You okay?"
I swallow thickly past the lump in my throat. "I... think so."
"If you need to pull over..."
I shake my head. "No. I'm fine. I just..."
"...get a kick outta playing chicken?"
"I don't do it on purpose!"
"You sure?" he asks dryly. "'Cause you definitely seem to be making a habit of it..."
I open my mouth, but quickly think better of it... as Drake has a point. I have had a few too many near misses lately. "Sorry... It isn't intentional. I thought that since I'd left the indicator on, thatâ"
"I know," he assures me, laying a hand on my hip again. "I'm not blaming you. But all the calls you've had have been too close. And..." His fingers tighten against the material of my dress. "I just don't want you toâ"
"I know," I concede softly. "I don't want that either. And I'm not normally this accident-prone, I promise..."
"Except when your blood sugar's low," he corrects wryly.
His words cause me to clench my eyes together in consternation. "Damn it, the croissants..."
In the whirlwind of Drake's surprise reappearance, I'd forgotten all about the primary reason for sneaking away from the bridal boutique.
"What croissants?" queries Drake.
"The pistachio ones I was supposed to get from this little bakery next to the fountain that the Italian President had recommended."
I feel Drake's disbelieving gaze knife into the back of my head. "Seriously? That's the reason you were out playing hooky?"
"One of them, yes..." I reply evasively.
"Putain de merde..."
"Apparently they're very good..."
Drake mutters something under his breath. "Pull over."
My eyes widen. "What? Why?"
"Because it's past noon, and you're clearly starving."
"I'm fine," I insist, even though the only thing of substance I've had since this morning was the cup of coffee on Olivia's jet. "I'll just grab something whenâ"
The Piaggio lurches to a stop as Drake slaps a hand on the break. "No. You won't."
My eyes widen as my feet fly out on instinct to steady the suddenly stationary moped. "Why not?"
"Because the staff at the embassy already have their work cut out pulling together tonight's dinner, so the kitchen is off-limits," he explains, hopping off the back. "And you won't be able to take two steps outside to grab a sandwich without picking up a pap tail."
"Then why have we stopped in a dead-end alley?" I ask in disbelief as Drake pulls the moped it onto its kickstand while I'm still sat gaping at him from the seat.
"Because we just passed one of the best restaurants in Rome," he states. "So, I'm buying you lunch."
His cinnamon-laced eyes meet mine, and I see a sudden flash of rawness in his gaze... a silent plea entreating me to say yes. Which means this is about more than just food.
"Okay," I accede, wondering what could've prompted such a sudden change of heart. "But what about the paps? Aren't you worried we'll get spotted?"
"See any people?" asks Drake, reaching across my lap to turn the ignition off.
"No, butâ"
"Exactly," he affirms, pocketing the keys. "This is one of the few places in the city where you ain't gonna bump into a reporter."
"How do you know?"
"Because apart from the fact that Sugo actually makes its own pasta, it is also a stone's throw from Parliament," he explains, offering me a hand to help me off the bike. "Which means that pencil pushers from every level of government come here to ink deals over carbonara, so no one â staff included â is gonna mess with the status quo."
"Sounds like something out of a mafia movie..."
"Where d'you think Hollywood gets its ideas from?" he drawls, pulling his helmet off to stow it in the under-seat compartment. "Places like this. Which is why no one will bother us here. Especially not the paps. It'd be a death sentence for this joint if their tight and discreet ship suddenly sprung a leak."
"Good to know," I acknowledge, unclipping the clasp of my own helmet. "But how did you even find out about this place? Let alone got in?"
"Leo," Drake replies, taking my helmet to clip it onto the handlebar. "He's on a first name basis with the chef."
I quirk a brow at him. "Sounds like there's a story there..."
Drake extricates my bag from the glove box with scoffs. "It's Leo. There's never not a story. But let's get you inside first. Before you pass out on the pavement."
"I'm not going toâ" My stomach rumbles in pointed disagreement. "Okay, I am hungry. But where exactly is this place? There's nothing here apart from the back-ends of buildings..."
"Have I ever let you down when it comes to food?" he asks with a raised brow.
"No..."
"Then trust me."
The story continues in Chapter 21 - You Give Me Reason
A/N: Translations for the Italian below:
Ch'è qualche problema? - Is there a problem?
Ah... l'amore... non è bello se non è litigarello. - Ah, love... It is not beautiful if it does not quarrel.
Err... SÏ. Sto certamente imparando che a mio spese... - Err... Yes. I am definitely learning that the hard way.
Non capita a tutti? - Don't we all?
Err... La saluto. E scusi il disturbo... - Err... Farewell. And apologies for disturbing you.
Eh! Chi non risica non rosica. Ma è meglio stare attenti con lei! Donna buona â vale una corona. - Eh! No risk, no reward! But you better take care of her! Good woman â worth a crown.
Lo so... -Â I know...
Vaffanculo! -Â Fuck you!
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Ghosted
Ghosted - Altering Visions (Chapter Eleven)
Series Summary - Prince Liam fell for Riley Brooks hard and fast. A marriage filled with love and devotion was within his reach. But everything changed when she vanished just before the end of the social season. As everyone voices their concerns regarding her scandalous departure, a confession from an unlikely source turns Liam's world upside down and makes him question everything around him.
Book/Pairing - TRR - Liam x f!MC (Riley Brooks)
A/N 1 - This AU starts right before the beginning of the engagement tour. There is a two-month lapse between the coronation and where we pick up, but we will stray from canon. Please excuse any errors found.
A/N 2 - It's been a while đĽ˛. Here's hoping it doesn't take me another six months to post the next chapter đŹđŤĄ.
PSA it's a long one. Whoops, lol.
Characters belong to Pixelberry.
Liam fluttered his eyes open a short time later and squinted them against the harsh, blinding light blocking his view. When he took a deep breath, a distinct, stale aroma invaded his senses; it sparked some kind of recognition even before he could fully view his surroundings. He slowly sat up with a groan and blinked until his vision centered. He glanced around and noticed the outdated wood panels, along with the oval shape of the sconces. There was only one estate in all of Cordonia with those outdated features, and he noted that fact immediately.Â
Panic flourished through his body as Liam realized he awoke in Applewood.Â
He frantically stood with labored breaths and patted his abdomen, almost to ensure he was real. He pinched his thigh and winced, afterward placing a trembling hand on the wall to steady himself. His mind raced as he tried to comprehend what transpired and how heâd gotten there to begin with.
The events of the night suddenly invaded his thoughts. The image of a lifeless Penelope in Landonâs arms engraved and forever etched itself into his memory; he felt guilty, enraged, defeated, and a slew of other emotions.
Penelope was the big break theyâd hunted high and low for. She held vital information Liam desperately needed, but seemingly would take her secrets to the grave with her. He couldnât understand any of it â nothing made sense. The list of unanswered questions swirling around was enough to make him nauseous. A carousel of sorrow and confusion he couldnât seem to slow down â no matter how hard he tried.Â
Amid his tilt-a-whirl moment, an angelic voice rang out not far away, drawing him back to the present. âWho are you? What are you doing here?âÂ
Liamâs thundering heart suddenly stopped as recognition swept over him. Heâd been so entrapped in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed what portion of the estate he was in.Â
Only a few inches away was a door he remembered all too well â Rileyâs. His eyes welled with tears as his vision centered on the structure, but as much as Liam wanted to rush to her, he physically couldnât. The receptors in his brain went crazy â a jolt of electricity shot to his legs, demanding he move, but his feet weighed hundreds of pounds. Dazed and confused, he could only gawk at the blockade separating them.Â
âLady Riley, we have much to discuss â have a seat,â another individual answered. Liam knew it was a male but couldnât place his identity; although it sounded familiar, as if he could remember it from a vague, distant memory.Â
âTell me who you are and what the hell youâre doing here!â Liamâs blood ran cold at Rileyâs tone; the fear and adrenaline were prominent in her shaky voice. His breaths quickened and his instincts screamed to rush to her, but again, his feet refused to cooperate.Â
âThat wasnât a request â I told you to have a seat.â Again, Liam swore he could recall that voice, but couldnât fully register it. He thought about it for a split second until the sounds of a loud screech and a shatter echoed behind the door.Â
âDonât touch me!â Riley hollered, instantly breaking Liamâs trance. He lunged for the doorknob, but when he twisted his wrist, it snapped and turned to dust in his palm. The disintegrated fragments floated to the floor in slow motion, his heart following suit.Â
âYouâre so beautiful when you squirm.â Liam gasped as he fully recognized that person â it was Tariq. âBut if you donât fucking stand stillââ
âRiley! RILEY!â Liam forcefully pounded on the structure. âOpen this door! Open it, goddamnit!â He bellowed, but the commotion inside continued, escalating by the second. The next instant, he sprinted down the hall, frantically hunting for somebody â anybody â to get him inside that room. âI need some help!â He hauled over to the other side and yelled once more, but faced only cold, deserted silence.Â
His vision darted all around the area before he spotted a window at the end of the seemingly never-ending hallway. Liam sprinted to it and gazed at the scene below. Outside, he could see the country jamboree still in full swing. He scoured the crowd and spotted everyone except Riley; Drake, Hana, Madeleine, and upon further inspection, he saw himself at the head table beside his father. He stumbled backward with a strangled breath, truly dumbfounded by what was going on.Â
As Liam recovered, he re-approached the window and banged on it. âHey! Hey!â He wailed, but nobody below batted an eye. His hits came harder and harder, but the glass never even cracked; his hand took the damage, although he felt no pain.Â
The only thing he heard was Rileyâs pleas for help, the sounds making his desperation grow by the second. He rushed back to the door and ran full force at it, using his shoulder as a battering ram; it wouldnât budge. He repeated the process â again and again â but never even split the wood. Liam let out a primal wail and fisted his hair, taking deep breaths to preserve any semblance of sanity. His pulse thundered in his ears and tears stung the corners of his eyes, while he frantically determined what to do.  Â
He took a step back and realized there was a shadow cast over the doorway. It appeared to be a man, standing with his arms crossed. He wasnât sure if it was there before, but Liam waved his hand and nothing changed the stony silhouette. The fixture remained cemented in place, not flinching or moving a muscle, regardless of the commotion developing beyond.
âLIAM!â Riley suddenly screamed, ripping him from his trance. He was up against the structure in an instant, using every ounce of strength he had to force his way through, but his attempts were futile. Riley repeatedly called for him and every time, a dagger went straight through Liamâs already hollowed-out chest.
He couldnât control his overflowing tears at hearing her cry out for him. No matter what he did, he couldnât get inside; they wouldnât acknowledge him, nobody came to help, and there was nothing he could do except sit and listen. With a loud sob, he slid down the door and sat in front of it, hoping at some point it would open and he could get to her.Â
Rileyâs whimpers continued throughout the vicinity, but Liamâs skin turned ice cold as he heard laughter inside; not Rileyâs, and certainly not cheerful. The vile sound caused all the color to drain from his face. He leaned his head against the door and completely broke down, letting the devastation and defeat wash over him.Â
âI â Iâm sorry RileyâŚâ He swallowed thickly, but soon let out an anguished cry. âIâm so sorryâŚâ
The room went eerily quiet for a long while; Liam couldnât hear much except the sound of his heart shattering, but eventually, the voices began once more. With a shuddered breath, he held his ear up to listen.Â
âWhen will I receive payment?â Tariq questioned.Â
âYou donât need to worry about that. Where youâre going, you wonât need it.âÂ
âWâwhat do you mean?! I did what I was called to do!â Tariqâs panic was clear to Liam, even without seeing his face. His pulse somehow thundered faster, carefully processing every word.
âThere is too much at stake â more than your simple mind could ever understand. For this to work, you need to disappear. Youâre a weak, pathetic excuse of a man â we can not risk this entire operation being ousted because of a lousy nuisance.âÂ
âI swear to it â you have my allegiance and my silence.â Tariq pleaded. âI will disappear, andââÂ
âYouâre going to, alright â the both of you.âÂ
What little color remaining in Liamâs complexion drained, and the shakiness in his hands amplified. After a split-second of complete and utter stillness, the phrase resonated and ignited a deadly determination within.
Liam sprung up and kicked the door with all his might. âLET ME IN!â He repeated the process, but again, the barrier showed no signs of weakening. He threw his fists at the structure in a mad frenzy â anything to get inside and get to Riley, then deal with this â man.Â
âLiam! Liam! LIAM!â Leo yelled. He repetitively jabbed the button next to Liam's head to summon the nurse, as his brother flailed in his hospital bed.Â
Liam was being monitored for dehydration, severe exhaustion, and a touch of malnutrition. Doctors said he had a panic attack, which combined with everything else, made him lose consciousness. All his labs came back normal, thankfully; Leo was worried someone could have slipped Liam something, but the hospital was quick to put that suspicion to rest.Â
Since Liam arrived, he had been resting comfortably, but that changed about twenty minutes ago; it started with small groans and subtle movements, but soon turned into blood-curdling cries and forceful thrashes. Leo hoped he would wake himself, but Liam was getting drastically worse with every passing second.Â
Liam suddenly flew forward with a loud gasp. His tearful eyes darted all around the room while he grabbed at his gown-covered body. As the world centered, a tidal wave of frustration and confusion washed over him.Â
When Liam stopped and stared down at his clasped hands, Leo cautiously re-approached the bed. âLiam?â When he didnât answer, Leo spoke a little louder. â... Li?â
âI was there.â Liam weakly croaked, his vision locked on his lap.
Leoâs brows furrowed. âWhere?âÂ
âI heard it.â
âHeard what?â
âRileyâŚâ Liam whispered, followed by a shuddered breath. Â
âWhat about her?âÂ
âI was there⌠thâthat night⌠just nânowââ Liam stammered, struggling to make sense of the situation. âI couldnât get inâŚâ
Leoâs heart instantly shattered at seeing the devastation in Liamâs features. âThey gave you some medication, Li.â He reasoned. âItâs possible thatââ
âI KNOW WHAT I HEARD!â Liam bellowed. The nurse appeared next to him and attempted to speak, but he shouted, âGET OUT!âÂ
Leo lifted his hands in surrender. âI believe you, Liam⌠Tell me what happened.âÂ
âShe yelled for meâŚâ Liam faintly answered, refusing to make eye contact. âShe yelled and screamed and â I couldnât get inside, Leo... I tried, but â I â I⌠I couldnât save herâŚâÂ
Leo took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and responded in a calm, reassuring voice. âLiam, itâs been a long couple of days and I know this has been incredibly rough on youââÂ
âSTOP PATRONIZING ME! I KNOW WHAT I HEARD!âÂ
Leo remained reluctant to entertain this idea. He knew Liam was dreaming, but at that moment, he was completely irrational. Leo had never seen him in such a way, even when his mother died. Given the past couple of weeks, the events of that night, and the medication, there was no rationalizing with him â Liam was spiraling, and bad. But perhaps if he entertained the notion â for now â Liam would eventually calm down. Â
Leo carefully spoke. âWhat did you hear?âÂ
Liam stayed silent for a long moment before he turned his head to meet eyes with Leo. The look on Liamâs face slightly took him aback; the determination in his features was deadly â his sunken, puffy eyes were nearly black.Â
Liam let out a long, sharp huff of air and sternly explained, âThere were two male voices. I can say with confidence one was Tariq, but as far as the other, I â I donât knowâŚâ He shook his head with furrowed brows as he racked every recollection in his brain. He could almost visualize the man in question, but his face appeared blurred and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât clear the fog.Â
âAlright, well, letâs just take a minute toââ
âThey were fucking laughing, Leo. They assaulted her and laughed about it.â Liam growled, his chest rising and falling with every sullen breath. âI want Tariq found, now. Heâs going to pay for ever laying a fucking finger on her. I swear to God, Leo â I will put an end to his sorry existence with my bare hands.â He clenched his palms, squeezing hard enough to turn his knuckles white.Â
Leo once again held his hands up in surrender and replied in a soft voice. âI believe you. Just â take a couple of deep breaths and try to relaxââÂ
âWhat if she didnât leave Cordonia?â Liam suddenly blurted out. âWhat if sheâsâŚâ He trailed off, swallowing thickly. No part of him wanted to finish that statement in any fashion; the unending possibilities gave him instant nausea. âThat man⌠he said, âwhere youâre going you wonât need itâ, and then hâhe said both of you... BOTH OF YOU, Leo!â He ran his palms over his head from front to back, repeating the process with a crazed look in his eye.Â
Leo opened his mouth to speak, but Liam swiftly continued. âIt would make sense⌠Tariq has been untraceable⌠Butâbut RileyâŚ. She â Bastien told me she went back to New York. But that person⌠I know I heard him say it⌠Where youâre going you wonât need it, where youâre going you wonât need itââ He repeated to himself, his voice diminishing with every anguished syllable. He clutched his hands into fists and forcefully yanked at his hair, rocking himself back and forth.Â
âLi,â Leo cautiously started. When Liam whipped his head to look at him, Leo was once more temporarily shocked by the fury and turmoil staring back at him; he realized Liam was hastily elevating himself to a dangerous level. âWe canât jump to conclusions⌠Okay? Letâs just take a deep breath and try to calm downââÂ
âDonât tell me to calm down, Leo! I KNOW WHAT I HEARD!â Liam shouted as he ripped the IV from his arm, the pain not even phasing him. He ditched the rest of his connections shortly after and dashed out of bed. âWhere are my CLOTHES?â
âIâm not saying you didnât,â Leo reasoned as he followed his brotherâs movements. âAll Iâm suggesting is that we take a step back and really think about thisââÂ
âIâm tired of taking a step back! Look where thatâs gotten us!â Liam seethed. âThere is so much goddamn blood on my hands! I let her get hurt! I am responsible for all of this madnessââÂ
âStop that â right now,â Leo sternly returned. âYou know that is not true even in the slightest.âÂ
âSay it to MY FACE then, Leo!â Liam barked as he invaded his brotherâs personal space. âLIE to my fucking face!âÂ
âItâs not a lie, Liam,â Leo stood a little taller. âYou are not responsibleââ He stopped as Liam rolled his eyes and looked away. This time, it was Leo who stepped up to Liam. âNo â look at me,â He bore his eyes into his brother, forcing him to see the truth in his gaze. âYou are not responsible for any of this, Liam. Weâre going to figure this out, I promise.âÂ
Liam studied the conviction staring back at him and his frustration soared. He spun away and grabbed the bedside table, sending it flying with a primal roar.Â
Leo flinched as the wood shattered against the wall, but knew he had to calm Liam down. However, the person he was trying to reason with was not the version of Liam he was used to; this was a side Leo didnât know lay dormant in his normally calm and stoic baby brother.
âLiam,â Leo softly started. âThis is an incredibly shitty situation, and Iâm so sorry that youâre being put through this. I love you, and Iâm always here for you no matter what.â He confidently stated, but after a moment of silence, hesitantly added, âBut I just donât think a dream isââÂ
âI donât give a damn what you say, Leo! Someone is going to pay for this!â Liam growled, his face reddening with every deep, labored breath. He directed his attention back to his earlier quest for his clothes; he didnât know where he was going or who he was looking for, but someone was going to feel the wrath of the King of Cordonia â tonight. Â
Olivia didnât even bother to knock before she and Ray joined the room. The pair opted to stay behind and investigate in Portavira a little further â that is until a random guard threw them out. Without Liam or Leo there to ensure their access, they were told to vacate the premises shortly after Liam left for the hospital. Regardless, they had enough time to prove at least one pivotal thing about that ordeal, and possibly solve quite a few others â if Liam believed them.Â
They walked in and stopped short at Liamâs crazed expression. âWhatâs going on?â Olivia sought.Â
âIâm leaving,â Liam bit out through clenched teeth.Â
âHold on, we need to talk about somethingââÂ
âMove out of my way!âÂ
Olivia arched her brow. âWe need transparency, Liam. Tell me what is going on â calmly.âÂ
âI was there, Olivia! I heard it! They fucking attacked her!â Liam bellowed as he found his garments and rifled through the bag.Â
Olivia placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop his mad dash. âLiam, please â I need a full explanation. Iâm not stopping you or downplaying anything, but we need to know what the hell youâre talking about.âÂ
Liam met her eyesight and saw the genuine interest in her gaze. He could tell Leo thought he was baffling, but he wasnât. He couldnât fathom the experience, but knew that was no dream; with every fiber of his being, Liam believed what he heard was reality. The universe mercilessly gifted him a blocked front-row seat â it was a curse, yet oddly a blessing. They spent all this time wondering what happened that night, but now he had a soundtrack to re-play. He wasnât willing to rest until he deciphered this code, to ensure justice would be swift to all who deserved it.Â
He explained in great detail his occurrence and exactly what happened. When he finished, he stared blankly at the floor, cradling his head in his trembling hands; he knew how wild it sounded but didnât particularly care. It felt so real â so raw. Just thinking about the vile chortles raised goosebumps on his arms, and Rileyâs screams now played on an insistent loop in his mind â torment that would never stop. Even if good trumped evil and Riley was located safely in the end, those sounds would be a continuous source of torture until he took his final breath.Â
Olivia listened intently to everything he recalled. At the surface, she knew how preposterous it sounded â it was a dream, regardless of how strongly Liam felt otherwise. Her heart ached for her friend at that moment; clearly, everything that happened was taking a major toll on her childhood friend.Â
But â given the bombshell she and Ray sat upon, Olivia couldnât help but wonder if there could be some truth to Liamâs encounter.Â
Olivia sat forward and patted Liamâs leg with the gentlest of touches. When she spoke, it was calm and reassuring. âIâm not sure what to say, Liam. I realize you want to believe it to be true, but you and I both know itâs nothing concreteâŚâ Liam opened his mouth to respond, but Olivia held her hand up to stop him, as she saw the fire burning behind his narrowed eyes. âLet me finish⌠I know tonight has been hard on you for a lot of reasons, but I believe Ray and I have found a very promising leadâŚâ
Liamâs ears visibly rose as his interest grew. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âSir, I know itâs not what you initially hired me for, but there are a lot of things that do not add up in this current situation...â Ray started. âBetween some of Lady Penelopeâs behaviors, her fatherâs statements, and thisââ He produced his phone from his pocket and handed it to Liam. âI find it very hard to believe she took her own life.âÂ
Liam glanced at the device in his hands and realized he was looking at a photo of Penelopeâs last statements. He read through it and found nothing of relevance; no mention of Riley, her involvement in the scandal, the maid, nothing. It was incredibly vague, considering it was her concluding words to the world.Â
âWhy are you showing me this?â Liam demanded as confusion and annoyance rushed through him.Â
Olivia produced a document from her pocket. After questioning the legitimacy of the note left in Rileyâs room, she wanted to have it near in case the situation arose. âYou remember my blackmail letter â the one I got the night of your coronation?â She handed him the paper.
Liam held both items and scanned back and forth; he gasped when he realized they were nearly identical. âBut, this â this meansââÂ
âSomeone took her out, Liam.â Olivia finished.Â
âIâm not positive if someone would have done it for her, or if she felt pressured into doing it. Either way, since she was saying goodbyes to her family, that leads me to believe Penelope knew she was in danger and foresaw her demise.â Ray added.Â
âThis is impossible!â Liam shook his head, his rage returning full force. âHow does this keep happening?!âÂ
Olivia and Ray shared a look; the two calculated a theory, and it seemed the more that unfolded, the greater that assumption solidified itself. There wasnât a lot of evidence to point fingers, but Olivia realized they couldnât wait any longer; if they were correct, this situation just escalated tenfold. Liam already teetered an incredibly dangerous ledge, but perhaps thatâs what the circumstances called for. Plus, after his â experience, she knew he would believe them.Â
Olivia softly started. âI need you to stay as calm as possible â at least until Iâm finished and we know for certain who weâre directing this hostility at.â Liam nodded with furrowed brows, but Leo shifted uncomfortably in his seat. âI donât know what to say about your â encounter, but â there is reason for us to believe Riley could be in Cordonia.âÂ
âWHAT?!â Liam practically choked as all the color drained from his face. Even though he was there and truly believed what he heard, someone else saying it out loud momentarily knocked the wind out of him.Â
âI checked all outgoing flights from the night of the jamboree and she wasnât on any of them,â Ray explained. âEvery log received a thorough examination, even those with different destinations â she has yet to board a plane to exit the country, to this day. Iâve looked at other modes of transportation and she is the same as Tariq â there is nothing.âÂ
âButâŚâ Leo hesitantly started after a moment of tense silence. âIf thatâs the case, then where is she?âÂ
Olivia sighed and her eyes softened. âWeâre â not entirely sure at this point⌠Somewhere in Cordonia, butâŚâ
âBelieve me when I say I am checking everywhere.â Ray confidently inserted. âEvery crack, every crevice â any place I can think of. If she truly is in the country, I will locate her.âÂ
âOkay, but â why havenât we found her?â Leo returned. The uneasiness in his stomach suddenly bolted to the back of his throat, securing itself and taking root. As he took in Rayâs uncertainty, the lump multiplied in size.Â
âI â I donât have an answer for that right now,â Ray calmly returned. âBut Iâm working around the clock and using every resource I have to uncover her location. I know those sound like empty promises, but I assure you â I will not rest until Lady Riley is located safely.â He emphasized.
Liamâs heart pounded so fast, he was sure it would give out at any moment. âI â She â Bâbut ââ He stammered, trying his hardest to comprehend the conversation. âBastien told meââ
âI think Bastien is involved.â Olivia abruptly cut him off. âWhen we found Rileyâs stuff, I swear to you, Liam, I saw the fucking guilt in his eyes. Plus, heâs got his hands in everything at court. Iâm not saying heâs as powerful as you, but he can twist and manipulate things like no other because of his position.âÂ
Olivia continued. âTo be honest with you, I donât think any of us really believe Penelope killed that maid. During the social season, I saw her cry over a fucking crab bite â you canât tell me she murdered someone in cold blood. Also, Iâm thinking, based on his actions tonight, Bastien knew Penelope was already dead â Iâm nearly certain of it.â
âNot to mention, he kept this information to himself until we were ready to question her,â Ray added. âI know for certain those reports take only a few days â most likely less if itâs a priority case. I havenât seen the photos from your first crime scene, but I can tell it was a setup from Oliviaâs descriptions. As the head guard, it wouldâve been easy for him to manipulate the situation.âÂ
âAre you sure, though?â Leo interjected. âI mean, Iâve dealt with Bastien a lot over the years, and I can say he is not a genius. Maybe the opposite â butter knives are sharper than he is.â
âHeâs capable, though â thatâs what troubles me. I think most of the time he gives off the impression heâs useless, but heâs highly trained in a sum of areas.â Olivia explained. âI sincerely doubt heâs the mastermind behind everything, but Iâm confident heâs the reason we keep being set back. Whoâs always around? Whoâs the one directing these âinvestigationsâ? Itâs him.â
âI â damnâŚâ Leo ran a hand through his hair with wide eyes. âYouâre not wrong, and it does kind of make senseâŚâÂ
Everyone suddenly recognized Liam remained mute as they spoke. His face showed no emotions; he only stared at Olivia as if she wasnât even there with an unreadable expression. Liam was a world away as various open ends snapped themselves into place. The murky waters of uncertainty clarified, and the bottom of the cesspool became sharper with every jumbled thought dashing through his mind.
All security decisions went through Bastien, including unauthorized entry into an estate. Bastien was the one investigating the maidâs death, and he was accountable for the search for Riley and Tariq â until Ray came along. Bastien didnât want to let Ray into Penelopeâs room because he knew what was in there, and realized Ray would see right through it; past the stuff even Olivia would have missed. He could outsmart her, but knew he couldnât Ray, which ultimately meant Bastien knew of Rayâs true purpose. He continuously told Liam he was working to provide answers, but suddenly, he believed Bastienâs intentions to be the exact opposite.Â
This whole time, a mole sat right under his nose, continuously feeding them the vaguest of answers. Every time they took a step forward, it was never because of Bastien, but someone always ensured they took two back. He didnât understand how whoever held the cards seemed to be a move ahead, but now â it made sense.Â
Liam thought back to all these instances and realized he didnât remember seeing Bastien. The night of the country jamboree, a different person escorted him to his room at the end of the night. He never questioned it because it wasnât unheard of for guards to switch out positions, but now he wondered where Bastien truly was.Â
The night of the Apple Banquet, he recalled seeing him at the start of it, but not again until Bastien barged in to inform him of the discovery. Now, he couldnât help but speculate Bastien took the maidâs life himself, or at least staged the scene to frame Penelope.Â
Tonight, before Bastien came to Liam and gave him the news of their suspect, he was nowhere to be found; until Olivia, Ray, and Leo left to interrogate Penelope.Â
When Bastien told Liam their person of interest was Penelope, he was in a state of disbelief. Liam questioned him, but Bastien stood his ground. However, now he believed with everything in him, Bastien knew she was already dead and intended to manipulate the circumstances further.
Since he opened his eyes to the truth, he often felt as if he mindlessly ran in a circle, desperately trying to piece small portions of a scattered puzzle together. Now he realized he was â and Bastien directed the never-ending laps, all while dangling tiny slivers of hope in front of Liamâs face â taunting him.
Ultimately, Liam concluded without a shadow of uncertainty â Bastien knew what happened to Riley, and likely held knowledge regarding her location.
Liam suddenly shot up from the edge of his hospital bed. âBASTIEN!â He bellowed at an ear-piercing volume, loud enough to rattle the windows.Â
Leo winced. âHâheâs not here, Li.â
âWhat the fuck do you mean, heâs not here?!âÂ
âThereâs some other guy outside!âÂ
âHe was still lingering around Penelopeâs room when Ray and I left.â Olivia chimed in.Â
âThatâs it â Iâm going to find him,â Liam growled through clenched jaws.Â
âLiam, waitââÂ
âNO MORE WAITING, OLIVIA! Do you see what is happening?! All the blood thatâs being shed?! This has to stop!â
âI know and I agree. But we need some kind of strategyââ
âNo â this ends now.â Liam bit out. He hastily made his way to the bathroom with his bag of clothes, slamming the door shut behind him.Â
Olivia had half a mind to stop Liam until they had some kind of plan, but also felt time was of the essence. If they couldnât prove Riley left the country, their urgency had to intensify. Her location remained unknown, but they believed she was at least in New York. When Ray first mentioned the possibility that she never left the country, Olivia didnât want to believe it; after Penelopeâs untimely demise, she realized this was a vicious, bloody pattern, and the suspicion needed to be taken seriously.
As the body count rose, Oliviaâs concerns steadily increased. If history repeated itself, everyone involved would meet a deadly fate, but they didnât have a detailed log of all entangled in this web. They had no clue where Rileyâs name lay on the list of potential victims, and now they held very little information regarding her whereabouts. An involuntary shudder traveled down Oliviaâs spine as the air in the room shifted, filling with an amplified haze of grim uncertainty felt heavily by everyone.
Olivia wholeheartedly believed Riley was alive, but for how much longer she couldnât determine. The lingering feelings of uneasiness in her gut told her they were correct â she never left Cordonia â and if that was the case, her safety was more in question now than ever before. Â
Within the hour, Liam left the hospital and was on his way back to the main estate in Portavira. Although doctors wished to keep him longer, he left AMA â he didnât need fluids; he didnât need rest; he needed Riley. If Bastien knew something, he was going to tell them, even if he had to use brute force.
A part of him didnât want to believe it, but the more he pondered, the more sense it made. A small portion of his heart wanted to give Bastien the benefit of the doubt, but that was no longer an option. The betrayal Liam felt was like no other and quickly created a raging storm inside of him, simply waiting to be unleashed.
Hearing Riley could still be in Cordonia, combined with his out-of-body experience, the need to locate her was higher than ever. Of course, he wondered where she ended up when he believed she went back to the States, but now even that was up in the air. The one thing holding Liam above water was knowing she was far away from the carnage, but that was no longer a valid crutch. The waves of despair rose dangerously high, threatening to overtake and drag him under in one fell swoop.Â
Liam tried his hardest to push the instantaneous bad thoughts away, but could feel it in his bones â Riley was in danger. From the beginning, heâd always thought something felt off, but he let his pride stand in the way of seeing the truth. Now it was impossible to ignore, as it tore away at his conscience. Guilty wasnât even a suitable word to describe how he felt, knowing his negligence let this monstrosity escalate as it had. He turned his back on Riley when she needed him most; she screamed for him, yet he tried his damnedest to leave her in the past for so long.Â
However, he used all his willpower to remain in the moment and stay afloat; the only thing he cared about was Riley. Even if they found her and she wanted nothing to do with him, he simply needed to see with his own two eyes that she was safe. He didnât want to think about why she could still be in Cordonia, but the growing ache in his chest told him it wasnât a good reason.Â
The SUV pulled up to the front entrance of the estate, and Liam didnât even wait for it to come to a complete stop. He rushed out and barged in through the front doors with fire under his feet. The halls remained eerily quiet as the nobility slept, but he was sure word traveled about not only his hospital stay but Penelopeâs tragic passing. Leo, Olivia, and Ray all trailed behind as he ran at top speed.Â
Liam dashed up the stairs and rounded the corner, but abruptly stopped once Penelopeâs room came into view. The door had yellow caution tape covering the opening, and Liam heard Bastienâs voice inside; the sound reigniting the rage burning deep within. He went to make a bee-line for the door, but a timid hand on his forearm ceased his movements.Â
âYâYour Majesty,â Emmaline got out through hiccups. She retracted her hand with wide eyes and shakily bowed as he faced her. Liamâs features momentarily softened as he took in her running mascara and puffy eyes. âPâPlease, Sir⌠I beg you to reconsider⌠Please â sâshe wouldnât dâdo thisâŚâÂ
Liamâs brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âWe were told theyâve ruled Penelopeâs dâdeath⌠They wâwere picking everything up but nânobody would listen to us! That wasnât her handwriting. Sheâshe wouldnât do this⌠None of it⌠She was happy â she wouldnâtââ Emmaline shook her head as more tears fell.Â
Liam placed a gentle hand on Emmalineâs shoulder and firmly responded, âI apologize for what you were told, but that is not the case â it will become a homicide investigation as soon as I can get someone else assigned. I promise you â I am going to figure out what happened and ensure she receives the justice she deserves.âÂ
Emmaline swallowed a sob. âWâwhere did they take her body? They wouldnât tell us. Tâthey came in and ripped my baby out of my arms and I donât know where she is andââ
âWait, who took her?âÂ
âYour head guard said hâhe had the authority to â remove her.â Emmaline squeezed her eyes closed as her tears fell harder, trying her hardest to wake herself from this nightmare.
Liam used every ounce of resolve he had not to march straight up to Bastien and securely wrap a hand around his throat. âEmmaline, I assure you â I will find her and bring her home. You have my word â I am going to figure this out.â He reiterated, but the fury coursing through his veins was at an all-time high. The amount Bastien thought he could get away with made Liam sick to his stomach, but he was determined to put a stop to it.Â
His answers were suffusive for Emmaline, so she bowed and made her leave. After taking a microscopic moment to gain some clarity, Liam addressed Ray. âSince I am removing Bastien, I need you to take over. And I want you to backtrack and look into Rhondaâs homicide as well. Iâm not sure if youâll be able to find anything, but I want you to double-check. Iâll ensure you have access to everything you need, and Iâll inform everyone you are now in charge here. The crown will compensate you generously for your additional time and effort.âÂ
âYes, sir,â Ray returned with a confident smile.
âLeo, I need you to figure out where heâs sending Penelope. Iâm going to ask him, but in case he wonât tell me, I need her found before anyone messes with or blatantly destroys her body â there is no doubt in my mind thatâs where sheâs headed. Grab Maxwell and have him help you â I want her returned at once.âÂ
âYou got it.â Leo nodded before he swiftly vacated the area.Â
âIâm going to need some guards with me to do this,â Liam spoke, more so to himself than anyone else.Â
âGuards?â Olivia repeated.Â
âYes. I wonât risk something happening to him â we will immediately detain Bastien. If he did nothing wrong, Iâll release and reinstate him, but until then, I am officially removing him from his position as head guard.â Liam answered, but regardless of what he said out loud, both of them knew Bastien was guilty; they just werenât sure of the extent.Â
Olivia smirked. âWelcome to the game, King Liam. Would you like for me to assist with questioning?âÂ
âI have a different job for you first. I need you to sneak into the security office and search through everything. If heâs working to cover up crimes or anything of that nature, heâs got to have something on him â Iâm sure of it.âÂ
âKnowing that cockeyed baboon, Iâd say thatâs a safe assumption.â Olivia snickered. âBut I donât know if I like the idea of you interrogating him by yourself...â She cast him an unsure glance.Â
âI donât plan on it, Liv. I just need to find Drake.âÂ
Almost as if on cue, Drake emerged from Penelopeâs doorway, carefully dodging the caution tape. He glanced around and as his eyesight landed on Liam, he furrowed his brows and approached. âWhatâre you doing here, Li? Are you alright?âÂ
âWe have something to take care of.â Liam quickly and quietly laid out the current plan, as well as a vague description of their accusations.Â
âFuck, man⌠I gotta admit â I had no clue why Liv and that guy had to leave, but I got to stick around.â Drake shook his head, trying to comprehend this blindsiding revelation.Â
âIf I had to take a guess, Iâd say he wanted someone Liam trusted around but needed to ensure the person was completely and utterly clueless,â Olivia inserted with a crooked grin.
Drake scoffed. âFirst of all, fuck you. Second, you might actually be right, but â youâre still a flaming bitch.âÂ
âStop trying to flatter me, Walker,â Olivia retorted, afterward focusing on Liam. âAre we doing this?âÂ
Liam let out a deep huff of air. âYeah, we are. Letâs do this.â He responded with the utmost resolution. He squared his shoulders, craned his neck from side to side, and strode into the room with Drake close behind. Olivia took off in the other direction to do her part in Liamâs plan, moving with brisk precision to reach her destination.Â
As he entered, Liam got the attention of a few guards and motioned for them to follow. Bastien examined underneath Penelopeâs bed, completely oblivious to the added presence in the room. He cleared his throat to gather Bastienâs attention, and Liam noticed his shoulders tense as he identified who stood before him.Â
Bastien slowly rose with uncertainty painted on his features. âYour Majesty? What are you doing here? Shouldnât you be receiving treatment?âÂ
Liam chortled as he stalked toward Bastien. He kept a smile plastered in place and shook his head, muttering to himself. When he made it directly in front of him, Liam lowered his voice to a low, gravely rumble; the fake grin he wore instantly replaced by a menacing scowl. â... I bet youâd like that â wouldnât you?â
Bastien visibly and audibly swallowed. âI donât know what youâre insinuating, sir, but Iââ
âOf course not.â Liam dismissively agreed. He took a couple of steps back and shrugged. âRegardless, youâre coming with us.â
Panic flashed in Bastienâs eyes; it was brief, but Liam caught it. âWith all due respect, Iâm not quite finished investigating Lady Penelopeâs suicââ
âThat is not what this is, and you damn well know it!â Liam abruptly shouted. A tense silence hung for only a moment until he cleared his throat and flatly added, âThis is a homicide, and you are no longer a part of it.â He met eyes with one guard who got the silent order loud and clear, the other following suit. They rushed Bastien and captured his arms behind his back, securely holding him in place.
âWhat is the meaning of this?!â Bastien hollered as he attempted to evade their grip.Â
âYouâre being taken into custody.âÂ
âWhatever for?!â Bastien demanded.Â
Drake stood in Bastienâs line of sight, mirroring Liamâs irate features. He held his gaze for a long, heated moment before snapping, âYouâd better hope and pray weâre wrong, Bastien.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about, Drake?!â Bastien yelled, squirming against the grasp of those holding him. Â
Neither answered the question but merely glared at him; the sheer betrayal and outrage they felt radiated off of them, eliciting a shiver to run down Bastienâs spine. He calmly reasoned, âSir, I donât know what this is about, but we can have a rational conversation without all of this nonsense.â He motioned to the guards holding him.Â
âNo, I donât think we can, because you see ââ Liam stalked toward Bastien, staring into his eyes so intently that he could almost see the wall behind him. As he made it into his comfort zone, Liam lowered his voice and rasped, âTheyâre only here to get rid of your body if I have to.â He smirked at Bastienâs wide eyes, as well as his complexion paling instantaneously.Â
Liam held Bastienâs gaze but addressed the guards. âTake him down to the cells. Iâll be right behind you.â
As they dragged Bastien away, he hollered and stirred up a fuss. Liam ignored his pleas, instead trying to prepare himself for what lay ahead. He wanted clarity, but a part of him dreaded Bastienâs confession; it would be another stark reminder of what his negligence caused. The guilt tearing away at his insides was at an unfathomable level, but he had to push that aside to focus on the task at hand.
He tried to keep his composure, but the gloves were off; there was no more control. Bastien knew something and regardless of what he had to do, Liam was hell bent on making him talk. Innocent lives taken and families destroyed, along with Rileyâs heinous attack â all of which rested heavily on his conscience. He was determined to serve a steaming hot platter of justice to all he deemed deserving, regardless of what it took.
The next step in making that happen was getting a pig to squeal.Â
As he stood next to Drake, the facade of a composed monarch slipped onto the floor. He didnât have enough strength left to keep it together. He embraced his emotions and vowed to follow their direction, but the only thing remaining was pure, unfiltered rage.Â
Gone was the timid, people-pleasing prince with his motherâs baby-blue eyes. Instead, a carnal lion with dark, dilated pupils awakened, centered on the dangling piece of meat in his face â Bastien.Â
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Staking a Claim
Series: Cordonian Royal Airlines
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Various
Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake
Word Count: 2,340
Rating: MA
Warnings for this chapter: Language mostly
A/N: This is for the @choicesholidays Valentine's Day prompts: "Be my fake date for a wedding."
The hair color is wrong for my Riley, but this image was perfect!
The copilot twisted around in his seat one too many times, craning his neck as if searching the cabin for something, jostling the pilot in the process.
Liam grunted in consternation. âDrake!â
Drake spun back around, âWhat?â
âWhat is your malfunction?â
âWhat do you mean?â Drake blinked at him in confusion.
âWhat do you mean what do I mean?â Liam grunted, âWe havenât made it through the preflight checklist because you keep turning around to stare into the cabin! What the hell is so interesting out there?â
âNothing!â Drake rolled his shoulders, stared blankly out the cockpit window for a moment then turned back to Liam, âCan you see the guy in 12B?â
âWhat?â Liamâs head swiveled around and then back. âNo. Why?â
Drakeâs bottom lip protruded as he shook his head. âNo reason.â
Liam watched him skeptically. Drake had been visibly agitated since heâd reported for duty. âThere has to be a reason.â
âIâŚhe justâŚ.he looks a little squirrely. You know what I mean? Untrustworthy.â
Liamâs eyes widened in alarm. âIs he a threat? Do we need to alert security? Did you see a weapon?â He whipped his head around quickly to try and get a good view of the man in 12B. âI canât see anything. Rileyâs blocking my view.â
âIs she talking to him?â Drakeâs entire body moved just as Liam turned back around. Their heads collided with a resounding thwack.
âOw! Fuck!â Liam grabbed his forehead.
âSorry, sorry!â
âSeriously man, tell me whatâs going on right now. Iâm calling security!â Liam reached for the microphone but just as he got it to his mouth, Drake slapped it out of his hands.
âNo!â
Liam watched in astonishment as the microphone flew out of his grip and hit the window then bounced off the dash. âAre you on drugs right now? Do I need to get another copilot?â
Drake gaped at him. âSeriously? When have I ever done drugs?â
âI donât know man, but youâre acting really fucking weird.â
Hana ducked her head in to ask, âAre we almost ready? A couple of the passengers are getting antsy.â
âWhich ones?â Drake asked.
Hanaâs brows pulled together for a moment then smoothed out as she chuckled. âOh. You know Rileyâs ex is out there, donât you?â
âWhat?â Drakeâs eyes shot to Liam then back to Hana as he denied it. âI donât know what youâre talking about!â
A relieved breath whooshed out of Liam. At least he now knew Drake wasnât on drugs and there wasnât a terrorist on board. He stifled a laugh. âSure you donât.â
âI donât!â Drake glared at them both.
Hana giggled as she backed out of the cockpit.
They finished the checklist and got airborne, but Drakeâs agitation quickly returned. âDo you think heâs better looking than me?â
âWho?â
âThe guy! In 12B.â
âHow would I know?â
âYouâre bisexual, right? You can judge that kind of thing.â
Liam scoffed. âFirst of all, I havenât laid eyes on the guy. Second of all, I thought you didnât care.â
âNo, I donât! I meanâŚ.just objectively speaking, out of curiosityâŚ.I overheard Hana call him eye candy. He canât be that good-looking, can he?â
âI dunno Drake, Riley is a ten, so I imagine her ex is no slouch in the looks department either.â
âGreat.â Drake huffed as he spun around in his seat again.
âOh, for the love of God, just go look!â
âI canât do that!â
âWhy not?â
âBecause then sheâll know I care!â
Liam cocked an eyebrow at him, âSo you do care?â
âI mean sheâll think I care!â
âYouâre really an idiot sometimes, you know that?â
âI donât follow.â
âOf course you donât.â Liam shook his head. âThe only person youâre fooling is yourself. Put the rest of us out of our misery and just tell the girl that you like her already!â
âIâm not going out there.â
âOkay.â
Drake tapped his fingers on his knees for several seconds before jumping out of his seat. âI need to use the bathroom.â
âSure you do.â
âI had a lot of coffee before we boarded.â
âSure you did.â
âFuck you. Iâm going to take a piss.â
âGreat. Tell Riley I said hi.â
Drake ignored him as he exited the cockpit and headed for the back of the plane where the restrooms were located. He slid his eyes sideways as he passed aisle 12 and scoffed to himself. The guy wasnât that good-looking.
He was clean-shaven with a strong jawline, and raven hair swept back and gelled to perfection. Was that an Armani suit? How were his eyes that blue?
He slammed into the lavatory and locked the door to glare at himself in the highly polished silver surface of the mirror as he regarded his deep copper-colored eyes and messy, fly-away hair that barely saw a brush, much less hair gel. He ran a hand across the stubble dotting his jaw. It was a strong jawline, wasnât it? Should he shave?
The guy in seat 12B looked like a CEO or something. Did she like that type? Drake was far more likely to be found in a tent than a boardroom. Did he even own a suit? He owned uniforms. Didnât women like men in uniforms?
He made pretty good money as a first officer for Cordonian Royal Airlines.
Not CEO money.
âFuck!â He spun and lashed out at the toilet. His foot connected to the stainless steel sending a sharp jolt of pain shooting up his leg.
There was a knock at the door. âEverything okay in there?â
Shit! It was Riley! âIâm fine. Dropped myâŚ. WalletâŚâ Fuck, Walker! What the shit is wrong with you, man? Your wallet really?
âAre you sure because that didnât sound likeââ
âI said Iâm fine!â
âOkay. Just let me know ifâoh, excuse me what?â
From the other side of the door, a manâs voice murmured something he couldnât make out then both people moved away.
Was that the ex talking to her? He forced himself to count to twenty so he didnât just barrel out of the bathroom after them. He took several deep calming breaths like Max had tried to show him last time he had been upset about something. At least he thought it was what Max had done. At the time, he had mostly ignored him.
With an air of calm he most certainly did not feel, he exited the lavatory. His eyes went straight to seat 12B. Empty. He backtracked and ducked into the crew area.
Sure enough, there was Riley standing in the middle of the empty inflight catering kitchen talking to Mr. CEO.
All his jealousy evaporated in an instant as he took in her demeanor. Her arms were folded defensively across her chest and her face was furrowed into a frown. She was shaking her head as she leaned forward, her voice lowered but her entire body radiating her discomfort with the conversation.
The guy reached out and grabbed her arm.
She flinched away.
Oh hell no.
Drake didnât remember moving but he was suddenly next to them, his hand wrapped firmly around the man's wrist. He flung the other manâs arm away from Riley and through gritted teeth asked, âIs there a problem here?â
The man gave him a startled look then annoyance flashed across his face. âWe were just having a discussion.â
âDoesnât look like the ladyâs enjoying the conversation.â
âMind your own business,â he shook his head dismissively and reached for her again, âRiley, if we could just talk privatelyââ
Drake intercepted the motion before he could touch her. âIf youâre attached to that hand and wish to keep it, then I would strongly advise you against touching her again.â
He jerked his hand out of Drakeâs grasp and rubbed his wrist. âWas that really necessary?â
Drake never took his eyes off the man as he leaned his body toward Riley, âDo you want to talk to this guy?â
âNo.â
âBut, Rileyââ
âWe have nothing to talk about, Nick!â
Drake angled his body so that he was blocking Riley from Nickâs view. He crossed his arms over his chest. âYou heard her.â
Nick looked like he wanted to press the issue, but after taking in Drakeâs stormy expression, thought better of it. He straightened his suit jacket with a sharp tug. âFine. Iâll see you at the wedding. Weâll talk then.â
âYouâre not coming to my sisterâs wedding!â
âOh, didnât I tell you? Iâll be there as Clarissaâs plus one.â
Riley shook her head back and forth. âSeriously? When we were dating, you couldnât stand her!â
A gloating smile crept across his face. âJealous?â
âWhy would I be jealous?â
âBecause youâre not over me, Riley. If you were, youâd have bothered to line up a date for the wedding.â
âIââ
âShe has a date for the wedding.â Drake cut in as he casually slung his arm around her shoulders.
Nick turned his gaze to Drake for a long, evaluating moment. âAre you the new boyfriend then?â
âYep. And Iâm only going to ask you once to return to your seat. If you donât stop harassing the flight crew, I will land this plane and have security escort you off of it.â
Nickâs eyes widened slightly as he huffed out, âYou wouldnât dare!â
Riley ran her hand down Drakeâs arm as she smirked at Nick, âHe would. Heâs very protective when it comes to me. I wouldnât test him if I were you.â
âWhatever,â Nick bumped Drakeâs shoulder as he shoved past them and exited the kitchen.
Drakeâs arm was still around Riley as he turned his head to watch Nick leave. âLet me know if he bothers you again and Iâllââ
Riley spun on him in fury, her fists raining blows on his chest. âWhat the fuck did you just do, Drake?â
His hand flew to his chest. âOw! What the hell, Riley? I just rescued you from that guy!â
âI didnât need rescuing, Drake. I can handle Nick. Heâs an asshole, but heâs not a serial killer or something!â
Drake scoffed with a shake of his head, âI think the phrase youâre looking for is thank you.â
âOh yeah? Really?â
âYeah, really!â
âDo you know what you just did? Do you?â
âUmâŚgot the asshole ex-boyfriend to leave you alone?â
âNo, you fucking jackass.â She slapped his arm. âYou just told him that youâre my boyfriend and my date to my sisterâs wedding!â
âSo?â
âSo?â She threw her arms up in the air. âSo when I show up at the wedding with no date and no boyfriend heâll know that was a lie and Iâll be humiliated!â
âOh.â
âYeahâŚoh!â
They stood in silence for a long moment, Drake rubbing his chest and Riley fuming. Then Drake quietly said, âIâll go to the wedding with you.â
âWhat?â
âI meanâŚ.if you want me to.â
âIâŚâ
âI did get you into this situation. Let me make it up to you by getting you out of it. One fake boyfriend slash date for sisterâs wedding coming right up!â
All the fight went out of her as she took in the hopeful smile on his face. âI canât ask you to do that, Drake.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause the wedding is on Valentineâs Day and Iâm sure you already have plans. I canât ask you to cancelââ
âPfffftttt.â He waved a hand dismissively in the air. âI do not have plans for Valentineâs Day!â
âYou donât?â
Did she sound hopeful?
âNo, I do not. No girlfriend, no friend with benefits, no romantic entanglements at all.â
Except with you.
A delighted smile broke out across her face. ���Okay, then.â
âSo, weâre good?â
She gave him a flirtatious smile as she flipped her hair and turned to leave. âWeâre good.â
âOkay, good.â
He watched her walk away with a contented smile on his lips then followed her out of the kitchen and back to the front of the plane. He glowered at Nick as he passed aisle 12.
Nick returned the glare as he adjusted his headphones and slid down in the seat.
When he stepped onto the flight deck Liam greeted him with smug satisfaction. âThat was the longest piss in the world.â
âShut up.â He slid into the copilot seat without looking at his best friend.
âSo howâd it go? Did you get a good look at her ex?â
âUmâŚ.yeah⌠heâs a pushy bastard. I had to tell him to keep his hands to himself andâŚ.â
âAnd?â
Drake released a long-suffering sigh knowing Liam was going to find out sooner or later. Riley would tell Max and Max would tell everyone else. âIâm going as her date to her sisterâs wedding.â
âWow! Thatâs quite a jump from âI donât like her like thatâ.â Liam chortled gleefully.
Drake kept quiet but his foot started tapping nervously.
âOh, shit, thereâs more! What is it?â Liam prodded.
âAhâŚâ
âDonât make me call Max and find out.â
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath.
âCome on, what else?â
âItâs on Valentineâs Day,â he answered with a resigned sigh.
Liam practically danced out of his seat. âThis is amazing! This is epic! Mr. I will never take a woman out on Valentineâs Day because thatâs far too much pressure and itâs all about commercialization anyway is taking a woman out on Valentineâs Day. To her sisterâs wedding!â
âWhy does this make you so happy?â
âBecause I get to say I told you so forever!â
âItâs not even a real date.â
âSure itâs not.â
âItâs not!â
âDoes she know that?â
âYes! I just said I was her boyfriend so that Nick guy would stopââ
âWait! Wait! You played the pretend boyfriend card to back off her ex?â
âYeahâŚso?â
Liam threw his head back and belly laughed. âYou are such a goner!â
Drake pressed his lips into a tight line and returned his attention to the control panel. He wanted to argue, he really did. But he couldnât.
He was absolutely a goner.
And he was going to have to buy a suit.
Shit.
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Royal AdventuresÂ
-Prologue-Â
Book: Choices, The Royal Romance Series Finale +    A Smoke & Mirrors Series Alternate Universe
Pairing: King Liam Rys x F!MC Queen Riley Brooks-Rys OTPÂ
Rating: Teen, not betaâd-please excuse all errors   Â
Category: On-going series, fluffÂ
Warnings: a few swear wordsÂ
Most Characters belong to PixelberryÂ
Music Inspiration: I Want It That Way, Backstreet BoysÂ
Series Inspiration: Royal Misadventures, A Smoke & Mirrors 1-shotÂ
Smoke & Mirrors Masterlist
My Main Masterlist
Series Premise: A collection of stories of the journey 12-year-old Crown Princess Eleanor Rys of Cordonia indertakes as she officially starts her Royal education. Tutors and advisors, that had been personally selected by Their Majesties King Liam Rys and Queen Riley Rys, were set to begin her royal lessons, and her days were packed full of knowledge. The young princess was a natural leader, and the King and Queen could not be more proud of their daughter. Â
Royal AdventuresÂ
-Prologue-Â
Busy days turned into busy evenings when Ellie Rys enjoyed her free time. As a 12-year-old, her parents wanted her to enjoy her childhood as long as she could, but the Crown Princess' life was going to change forever when she would reach her coming of age, and she would be required to take her place at court, as her father had taken previously.Â
Ellie knew her parents had a strong bond, and their love for one another was the reason their country had remained at peace for well over a decade. The Princess had always felt safe and secure, knowing she was loved and cherished.Â
Ellie didn't have a typical royal upbringing and was a carefree and happy child. Â Liam was more than happy that his children had an American mother as a role model, that grew up in a world of freedom.
She didn't have the same pressures that other royal children had, but the pressure would eventually start to mount in the next few years as she would grow older and need to learn more about the world and her duties of a future Queen.
Liam and Riley made it a point to ensure their kids were well-adjusted and had a happy childhood.Â
They'd taken trips all over the world, and their favorite place was New York, where they'd visited during the last Christmas season.Â
Ellie had seen the Rockefeller Center Tree, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and the Staten Island Ferry. However, what she enjoyed the most was the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and the Broadway musical 'Wicked'.Â
She'd been mesmerized by the performances and sang along to the music. Liam and Riley couldn't help but chuckle at their daughter's enthusiasm.Â
"What?" she'd asked innocently, with her big blue eyes and her cute dimples.Â
"You remind me of myself at your age," Liam replied, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close.Â
"I can't wait until we go back to New York," she'd exclaimed, as the family flew back to Cordonia on their private jet.
"Me either, Princess, but we'll make sure you have many more happy memories at home," Liam said, and planted a kiss on the top of her head.Â
***Â
Liam walked into his study, after he escorted Ellie to the royal library for her first royal lesson. As he watched his daughter attentively listen and interact with the history tutor, the pride he felt was all consuming. He couldn't believe his little girl was growing up so fast. It seemed like only yesterday when he and Riley were watching their newborn daughter take her first steps.Â
It was later in the afternoon when he looked up from his laptop to see Riley's soft smile as she walked in and closed the door behind her.Â
"Hello, love. How was Ellie's lesson?"Â Liam stood and walked around his desk to greet his wife with a kiss.
"It was great, Li ... she's a natural. The tutor was impressed."Â Riley grinned as Liam smiled wide.
"Of course, she is. She's a Rys."Â
"She's just like her father. Always eager to learn new things," Riley teased, kissing him softly in return.Â
"And her mother. Ellie has the heart of a fighter, and she's smart, brave, and kind."Â
"I hope she's ready for all of this. It's a lot to handle."Â Riley sighed, biting her lip.
"She will be. She's surrounded by love and support, and we will always be here for her."Â
***Â
Ellie's first day was going well, until ....
Leo had a mischievous grin on his face as he crept towards the library.Â
"Leo, what are you up to?" Maxwell asked as he noticed him peering through the gap between the double solid oak doors of the Royal library.
"SSHHH! ... You'll see," he replied in a hushed tone.
"Come on, man, don't pull anything stupid," Drake warned him as he walked up to join Maxwell.
"Just watch and learn, boys."Â
Leo peeked through the space and saw the tutor reading a textbook to Ellie. He knew it would only be a few minutes before the lesson was over, and he had to act fast.Â
He reached into his bag and pulled out a remote control.
Leo found a way to sneak a glitter bomb into the library without anyone noticing earlier in the day. He'd done it a million times at parties, and he knew it would create a big mess.Â
"This is going to be epic," he muttered.Â
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"Â Drake whispered.
"Oh, come on, Drake, it's harmless. I've done this tons of times. Watch and learn, boys. "Â
"Fine, we'll see," Maxwell shrugged.Â
Leo took a deep breath, and with one flick of his wrist, the balloon was triggered and exploded with a loud pop.
As it burst, the glitter covered everything, and the sound of the balloon burst startled everyone.Â
The tutor had a look of horror on her face, and Eleanor was shocked, standing up and moving quickly away from the table.
"Oh no," Leo whispered.Â
"This is not what I was expecting. Shit."Â
"Well, you better think of something quick," Drake shouted.
Through the gap in the door, Ellie spotted her uncle. Her brow furrowed, she pushed the heavy oak door forward.
"I can't believe you, Uncle Leo," Eleanor scowled, "you've ruined my first royal lesson."Â
"I'm sorry, El, it was supposed to be a harmless prank." Leo looked at his neice regretfully.
"Well, you ruined everything. I can't even look at you right now. "Â
"I'm so sorry. I was just trying to make things fun. I was always bored in these sessions, and I was just trying to lighten the mood."Â
"You are the worst Uncle, ever, you know that?"
Leo raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Oh, come on Ellie, you know it's all in good fun." Ellie was fuming, "Uncle Leo, you've made me feel awful, and I can't believe you would embarrass me like that." Â
"Hey...hey, Ellie, don't be upset. You have nothing to be ashamed of."Â
"Really? How can you say that after what you did? I want Daddy to be proud of me. I want it that way!"Â
Crossing her arms, Ellie stared down her uncle, smirking, "wait till mom finds out!"Â
"Wait, you wouldn't. Not your favorite uncle," Leo pleaded.Â
"Maybe, maybe not, depends how you behave from now on."Â
"Alright, I'll do anything, just don't tell your parents."Â
"Anything?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.Â
"I will not be your servant again, though."Â Leo thought back to an earlier prank gone wrong, and shuddered.
"Then don't mess with my lessons again! Deal?"Â
"Deal."Â Leo sighed.
Drake and Maxwell were speechless as they watched their friend and their niece, banter with each other.
"Wow, El, you've got your uncle Leo wrapped around your little finger."
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Max. I'm a reformed man." Leo admonished.
"Yeah, whatever you say, Leo." Drake snorted.
"Okay, okay, free drinks at the beer garden. Now ... are you two going to help me clean up or not?"
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All That She Wants Chapter 6: Unvarnished Truths
Series: All That She Wants
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake
Word Count: 1,305
Rating: M
Warnings for this chapter: plenty of cursing.
A/N: Special shout out to @onmarswesail for correctly guessing not one, but two plot points for this chapter! đ
My other stuff: Master List.
Drake looked up from the guard schedule he was working on in surprise as the door to his office opened. He had no appointments scheduled and there were only a handful of people that could get through without one.
His eyes widened, and he stood quickly as he registered who it was. âRiley! What are you doing here?â He made his way around the desk to greet her. âNot that Iâm complaining!â
She allowed herself a small smile as he engulfed her in his arms. âSorry to just pop in like this. Is it a bad time?â
âNo. Itâs never a bad time for you. ButâŚâ He pulled away from her so he could look into her face. âWhat is it? Is everything okay? Have you toldââ
âIâm fine. Liamâs fine. No, I havenât told him anything. I mean, he knows Iâm sleeping with someone, he just doesnât know who.â
âOkayâŚâ he responded carefully. He didnât want to push her into anything she wasnât ready for. They had discussed it, and he was a proponent of the truth. After all, the Cordonian Arrangement codicil that Liam has insisted be added to their marriage contract worked both ways.
Besides, Liam had never stopped sleeping with Olivia, so he couldnât get too upset about his wife finding a distraction of her own. She had fulfilled the clause of the marriage contract that stated the first two children produced after marriage must be blood heirs to the throne. Routine paternity testing confirmed that she had held up her end of the bargain. She was legally and morally free to do what she wanted with whomever she wanted.Â
If it were any other woman, he wouldnât care what she did or didnât tell her husband, but it seemed wrong not to tell his best friend something of this magnitude.
âI have something I want to talk to you about.â
Once again, he responded carefully. âOkay.â
âWe never use a condomâŚ.â
âOh!â He was startled but recovered quickly, stifling the thought of her with another man that wasnât him or Liam. âIâm not sleeping with anyone but you, and I assumed you werenât sleeping with anyone but me. However, we can start using them if you like.â
Her mouth made an o shape as she shook her head. âNo! Itâs not that⌠itâs justâŚ. Iâm not on birth control and Iâm a few days late, so I took a pregnancy test. It was negative. But Liam caught me, so he knows.â
Relief surged through him that she was simply worried about getting pregnant. He gave her a reassuring smile as he drew her back into his arms. âOh, you donât have to worry about that either.â
Her brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanââ
He was interrupted by the door to his office opening unexpectedly for the second time that day. âWhat the fuck?â He muttered under his breath as he turned toward the interloper.
The king of Cordonia stood in the doorway, gaping at them. âAre you fucking kidding me? Itâs Drake? Youâre sleeping with my best friend?â
Riley spun on him in fury. âWhy do you care, Liam? You have Olivia!â
Liamâs gaze shifted to Drake. âDid you tell her that? Is that how she knows?â
Drake scoffed. âI didnât have to tell her shit, Liam. She already knew. And no, I would not betray your confidence like that.â
âBut you would sleep with my wife, right?â
Drakeâs mouth fell open in incredulity. âShe is in possession of a Cordonian Arrangement and you havenât slept with her in a year and a half. How are you going to be upset by this?â
Liamâs eyes darted from one to the other and then a grin spread across his face. âOh my God, this is fucking hilarious!â He threw his head back and chortled.
Rileyâs ire spiked even higher. âWhatâs so goddamn funny, Liam?â
Face turning red as tears started streaming down it, Liam choked out between bellows, âDoes he know why youâre sleeping with him?â
Some of the queenâs anger slipped away as confusion replaced it. âWhat do you mean?â
âYeah, what do you mean?â Drake echoed her.
Liam took several heaving breaths before he could get his laughter under control. He directed his first remark to Drake. âShe wants another baby.â Turning to Riley, he barely managed to get the words out before the gales of laughter were back. âHe had a vasectomy six years ago.â
Both faces drained of color as they responded in unison, âWhat?â
Riley turned to Drake, anguish clear on her features. âWhy didnât you tell me youâd had a vasectomy?â
He shook his head in disbelief. âI would have if youâd told me thatâs what this was all about! Having a baby is a massive thing, Riley! Thatâs something you should discuss with your partner!â
She blinked, completely taken aback. âI guess. But since we werenât using any protection, I just assumed you were okay with the consequencesâŚ. shit!â She dropped her head into her hands, fighting the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
Liamâs laughter spilled through the room again as he felt a weight lift from his chest. Heâd spent the last hour worrying about a nonexistent problem. She wasnât getting pregnant by anyone else.
At the sound of his laughter, all the anger flooded back in and Riley yelled at him. âI donât know whatâs so funny. Itâs not like I canât just find someone else!â
This time it was Liam and Drake that responded in unison. âWhat? No!â
With all of his laughter gone, Liam became serious as he reached an arm out toward her. âRiley. Be reasonable. Letâs discussââ
Drakeâs voice cut through the discussion, quiet and calm but resolute. âIâll have a reversal.â
âWhat?â Riley felt the bottom drop out of her stomach.
Liamâs jaw clenched. âWhat the fuck, Drake?â
âIâm not talking to you, Your Majesty.â Drake pushed past Liam and pulled Riley back to him. He gently touched her chin and tipped her head back so he could look directly into her eyes as he told her, âI said that Iâll have the vasectomy reversed if thatâs something you need. Thereâs no need to find anyone else. Iâll give you what you want.â
Joy surged through her as she reached up to caress his cheek, âDrakeâŚ.â
âJust fucking great,â Liam muttered under his breath. Out loud, he said, âYou said I had two days to decide.â
Drake glanced over her head at his best friend. âTo decide what?â
âIf Iâm willing to give her a baby, allow someone else to, or grant her a divorce.â
Drakeâs eyes flicked down to Rileyâs face, then back again. âAnd you need two days to figure that out?â
âSpare me your judgments, Drake. Especially considering that youâre sleeping with my wife!â
âYou donât get to be outraged. You married her under false pretenses, and youâve abandoned her emotionally. You do not have the high ground here. Especially after you promised me youâd make her happy. Remember that?â
Rileyâs head swiveled between the two men. âWhat are you talking about?â
Drake sighed as he stepped away from her, rubbing his eyes. âAfter you two announced your engagement, I went to Liam and told him what happened between us and admitted I had feelings for you. But you were clearly in love with him. He promised me that youâd never regret marrying him, yet here we are.â
âYou had feelings for me?â
He nodded.
âWhat didnât you tell me?â
He scoffed. âWhat would have been the point, Riley? We all know you would have still accepted Liamâs proposal.â
âThis is all very touching.â Liam cut in. âBut you said two days, Riley. So no one schedules any medical procedures until this all gets sorted out.â
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Replaying TRR but romancing Drake this time around. I am here for the cynical, sarcastic guy with a fluffy marshmallow heart 𼰠but also, what does he do all day at court?!
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Heartstopper (part2)
@kingliamappreciationweek
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King Liam Appreciation Week 2024
Read part 1 here
Rating: Mature themes (angst, swearing, alcohol use, car accident, bodily harm, character death, betrayal, all the drama)
Cast: TRR - King Nicholas, Drake Walker, Kate Darling (MC), other characters.
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King Nicholas sat at the desk in his bedroom. It had been an hour since he'd seen Kate get slapped by one of his security guards and then get shoved into one of his own royal SUVs. He had sent Drake after her. But he hadn't heard anything from either of them since. He had called Drake several times and gotten no response. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the desk and the glass in his hand had already been refilled many times.
It was his Coronation night, and it should have been a joyous and monumental occasion. So far it hadn't been much of a celebration at all. He was forced by his own family to choose Madeleine Amaranth of Fydelia as his Queen. It was Kate Darling who had won his heart, and her unfortunate violent kidnapping had him feeling totally crushed and betrayed.
The phone on the desk started ringing and he coughed into his fist to clear his throat before picking up the receiver. He licked his lips and then answered, "Hello?"
"Your Majesty, Bastien here. The SUV carrying Kate Darling didn't reach the airport. Conner and Jax were supposed to meet Mark and Derek at the airport to ensure her deportation was successful. The flight to New York already left."
To Nicholas the only name he was familiar with in that explanation was Kate. And it infuriated him that the words 'deportation' and 'Kate' should ever be linked together.
"I see." Was the only response he could put together.
"Drake hasn't returned with the Ambassador's car yet either."
"Please extend my sincerest apologies to the Moroccan Ambassador and his driver. I authorized Drake to engage in risky behavior and I shouldn't have given him so much liberty to do so. If the vehicle comes back damaged in any way I promise to replace it."
"I'll inform you immediately of any new developments as they come to my attention."
"Thank-you, Bastien."
Nicholas hung up the phone and swallowed the remains of his drink in one gulp. It hit his gut with a scorching fire and the resulting cough burned his nostrils. He welcomed the pain of it, because the deep worry over Kate's disappearance had shifted toward one of dread. Where was she? And where was Drake?
..
The large puddles of water on the highway became spraying fountains as the silver Audi slashed through them. Drake was dangerously pushing the limits of its tires to keep traction. The other drivers had slowed down for safety and Drake hastily wove his silver dart around them. Come on people it's just a little rain.
But of all the vehicles he had passed, none seemed to be the black SUV that he was looking for. With a frustrated sigh he was forced to slow down as the vehicles became more erratically placed in his way. Are the other drivers moving at all?
When he took the car in the first place he had left the window open. He enjoyed the reckless freedom of hearing the engine growl as it accelerated. But once the rain began he had to close the window to spare the leather interior. Unfortunately ever since the window had closed he'd been struggling to modulate the car's internal temperature to keep his windows clear. He rarely drove anything other than the fleet vehicles, and driving in the rain at night wasn't helping either. The unfamiliar atmospheric controls and placement of the vents had him turning the fan up higher to compensate for the humidity.
The staccato rhythm of a random car horn forced him to look up at the road. Were they warning him of something? It was then that he smelled the smoke. It was the unmistakable oily smell of a car fire. Sweet Jesus, No.
The flashing hazard lights of the parked cars ahead were the next clue. He crept past them and then looked to his right. In the darkness, the flames and smoke boiling out from under the hood of the crumpled SUV didn't seem real. But the model of it couldn't have been more real to Drake. He quickly swerved to park his vehicle on the shoulder. The tires had barely imbedded themselves in the gravel before he threw his door open to exit the car. He ducked back in to jab at the trunk release. Hopefully there was something in there he could use.
Other drivers were standing by their cars and shouting at him to wait for the emergency crews. Help was on its way.
But Drake couldn't afford to wait. There was someone he cared about in that burning vehicle. As he threw the trunk lid open he felt a measure of relief at the bag of golf clubs that he saw. There was also an emergency tool kit and a first-aid kit. He dumped out the golf clubs and chose a nine iron. He bashed up his knuckles rifling through the emergency kit and found the tiny jack handle/pry bar. These would have to do.
In the garish flash of the hazard lights and the blinding headlamps of the other cars, he saw the path of destruction that the tumbling SUV had torn in the grassy hillside. He cursed the slick soles of his dress shoes as he slid and skidded his way down through the fresh mud. Having miss-matched metal tools in each hand added to the clumsiness of his endeavor; but who ever said playing the hero was pretty. It was still raining and that made everything that much worse. He quickly became soaked to the skin.
As he approached the wreckage he threw down his tools and tried to open the back door of the car first. The rollover had crushed the door frame and the hinges were jammed. Fuck.
The smoke burned at his eyes and nostrils and he covered his nose with his elbow as he assessed the condition of the window glass next. The fleet vehicles had tinted, reinforced window glass, but he hoped it wasn't shatterproof. The windows in the front were not tinted as darkly and he saw the crumpled bloodied remains of the driver and his seat belted passenger. In the dark backseat he couldn't see if Kate was moving.
"Hold on Darling, I'm coming for ya." He shouted as he bent down to get the golf club. He swung the club like a baseball bat and it harmlessly bounced off the glass. No damage to the glass, but it bent the shaft of the club and loosened the head. He swung it against the fender to break it off. Changing his grip on the slippery club he stabbed at the glass like an ice pick. Finally the surface began to chip. He jabbed at the edge of the window by the frame and punched a hole. Working the shaft around in the hole he tried to make it bigger. Smoke leaked out through the hole, but he still wasn't any closer to seeing the inside of the car. Fuck!
He dropped the club and picked up the crowbar. The wet dirty metal slid around greasily in his hands and his skin burned from trying to get a grip. He jammed the crowbar into the crack of the doorframe where the latch would be. He kicked at it as hard as he could, cursing his stupid shoes as the pain shot up into his ankle. He needed boots, heavy boots.
He could hear sirens approaching.
Come ..on! .He kicked harder in desperation and the latch popped. Smoke billowed out from the crack and he could hear coughing. She's still alive. Grabbing the bar in both hands he wrenched at the door and worked enough gap to get his fingers around the top edge of the door frame. He pulled with all his might and yelled out. "Kate?! Kate! Can you hear me?"
He heard her cough again, "Drake?"
"Are you injured? Help is coming. But damn it if I'm not going to try to get you out of there myself." He growled in desperation through clenched teeth as his hands slipped and slid along the edge of the door. His fingers were bleeding, but his pumping adrenaline masked any pain.
He jammed the bar into the top of the doorframe and levered with as much force as his tiring arms could manage. He coughed against the hot smoke that filled his lungs.
A loud voice boomed at him from behind. "Sir! Step away from the vehicle!"
He squinted over his shoulder at the bright flashlights of the approaching firefighters, " 'Bout time you guys showed up. Help me get her out!"
Strong hands pulled him out of the way, and he watched another firefighter jam a large pry bar into the edge of the door and wrench it open wider.
"Wish I'd had one of those.."
He looked down at the tiny bar he held in his hand and then dropped it.
Someone dropped a warm blanket around his shoulders and he held it closed like a robe. They tried to lead him away, but he resisted.
"No, not yet. I need to see if she's ok."
He watched them spray some sort of foamy stuff on the engine compartment and the fire went out. The hot metal sizzled and hissed as the rain pattered down. Two men pulled the backdoor open and then one climbed inside to check on Kate. He could hear the quiet assurances from the firefighter and Kate's sobs of relief and gratitude. Then she was lifted out in his arms.
Drake's heart sank when he saw the state that she was in. Her skin and dress were blackened from smoke. Kate's beautiful face was bloodied and bruised, and her delicate hands and fingers were scraped raw and bleeding. She was missing a shoe, and her shins and ankles were scraped up badly as well. They laid her down carefully on a stretcher and covered her with a blanket. She turned her head and looked at Drake as they carried her past him, and her terrified expression made him want to throw up.
Drake was led back to his car and sat down on the passenger front seat. A paramedic treated the scrapes on his hands while another one offered him an oxygen mask from a portable tank. He accepted the mask and took the deepest breath his sore lungs would allow. He coughed and then brushed the mask aside, shaking his head. His voice was hoarse, "I'll be fine. I was a smoker for years, this is nothing. Go look after her."
A police officer came over to ask him questions.
"Your name, Sir?"
He coughed, "Drake Walker."
"Did you witness the accident?" The officer scribbled on his notepad.
Drake shook his head, "No."
"What prompted you to attempt such a rescue? To risk your own safety instead of calling for help?"
Drake coughed into his fist, "I was ordered to follow them. Her safety is my job."
The officer frowned, "But you didn't see how the accident happened."
Drake shook his head again, turning in his seat to watch Kate being put into the back of an ambulance.
"I was several kilometers behind. I'm her bodyguard, and was giving chase to catch up."
The officer narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, suspiciously. "You were chasing them? Did they know they were being followed? If you're her bodyguard then why weren't you in the vehicle in the first place?"
Drake pointed at the crumpled SUV angrily, "Because the bastards separated us and then forced her into it. They took her against her will. And if you're implying that I chased them off the road and caused the accident... That's fucking insane."
The officer scribbled details down on his notepad, and then repeated his question, "Why didn't you call for help when you came upon the crash?"
Drake's angry outburst had scraped his throat raw. He coughed painfully and then leaned over to spit black soot on the ground. He wiped his mouth on the blanket. "I am the help. Now if you don't mind I need to follow her to the hospital."
He got out of the car and gave the blanket back to the paramedic, "Thanks for helping me warm up and dry out."
He pushed past the officer, "And Fuck You very much and get the hell out of my way."
He sprinted back around the front of the car to get back in the driver's seat. He reached over and retrieved his phone from the floor and saw all of the missed calls from Nicholas. Untangling his suit jacket, he put it back on and then jabbed at his phone screen to call him back.
He switched the call to speaker and then restarted the car, honking his horn to scatter the people standing in the way. Nicholas's voice was frantic as he picked up the call.
"Drake?! .. what's all the honking for...Drake?"
He pulled out onto the road to follow the ambulance that had already left.
"Sorry, I had to clear the people out of my way."
"Where are you? What's going on?" Nicholas asked.
Drake took a moment to cough, his throat was still raw as he choked out a response. "There's been an accident, and I'm on the way to the hospital."
"You sound terrible, don't tell me you crashed the Ambassador's car."
Drake looked at his raw knuckles as they gripped the steering wheel. "Don't worry about me. No, the SUV was in an accident. Kate's in rough shape."
There was a long pause on the other end and Drake wondered if Nicholas was ok.
"Are you still th-.."
"Did you run them off the road?" Nicholas interrupted.
"Jesus Christ, No! You're the second person in the last five minutes to ask me that. And it's really starting to piss me off."
Drake coughed again, the painful force of it causing him to swerve and then correct his steering. He smacked the steering wheel in frustration, his heart racing. He'd never catch up at this rate. A sense of panic twisted his gut at the thought of Kate slipping further and further away. He suddenly felt overwhelmingly nauseous.
He opened his window and gulped at the fresh air, his skin felt clammy as he wiped the sweat from his face.
"Drake? Are you sure you're ok?"
Forcing the bile back down his throat burned his chest like acid. His eyes watered. No, he was definitely not ok.
"I'm ok," he lied. Sucking in more of the cool night air.
Nicholas' voice wavered with concern, "Can you tell me more about the accident?"
"I don't know how it happened... Just that the driver is going to be leaving the scene in a body bag, and the other guy with him didn't look much better. Dear God, Nicholas..." Drake's voice broke, and he coughed to cover it up. He couldn't stop the tears as they trickled down his face. "I tried so hard to get her out of there, the car was on fire and there was so much smoke. I..I don't know how she survived."
"Drake, maybe you should pull over."
Drake sniffed and then coughed again, wiping his nose on his sleeve. He made a black smear on the grey material. "No, I can't stop. I don't know where they're taking her."
"Probably Capital General. Thank goodness she survived..was she conscious? How bad did she look?"
Drake scrubbed his hand through his wet hair, "From what I saw, her outside injuries seemed to be superficial. But being trapped in the car with all that smoke and heat must have done a number on her lungs. I was outside the car and it fucked me up pretty bad."
"But She.. she's alive..." Nicholas's voice trailed off.
"I didn't really get the chance to talk to her before she was loaded in the ambulance, but yes she was conscious. And very alive."
"Thank-you Drake. If she pulls through you'll definitely be rewarded for your bravery. ..And if she doesn't, well..I.."
Drake shook his head, wiping the tears from his face this time. "I don't want to think about that scenario either."
There was a pause and then Nicholas continued, "Get yourself checked out at the hospital, and try to keep tabs on her the best you can. Don't leave her side if you can help it."
"I won't."
Drake heard Nicholas sigh on the other end of the phone call, he could tell their call was coming to an end. It was as if his sorrow had totally depleted him.
"I'll be in touch to discuss our next steps. Wait for me to contact you. Other than you, I don't know who else I can trust right now."
Drake could hear the nervousness in his voice, and he didn't like it.
"Understood," he replied and hung up.
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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 19 - Field Day
Fandom:Â TRR
Pairing:Â Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)
Series Summary:Â The social season may be over, but Harper Galeâs problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.
Masterlist:Â (Less Than) Noble Intentions
Chapter Summary:Â It's off to the bridal boutique, but Harper and Olivia have a secondary agenda...
Word Count:Â 6,200
Rating/Warnings:Â M (royal bitchiness, possible emotional abuse, kidnapping, threats of murder)
Chapter theme song:
A/N: So, I have tried to keep everything as realistic and accurate as possible in terms of the locations that are touched on in this chapter. The only thing that is made up is the antique store. As usual, translations for the French and Italian are at the end.
Chapter 19 - Field Day
The five-minute drive to the bridal boutique is every bit as excruciatingly awkward as can be expected.
"What part of we are already running late is so difficult to comprehend?" derides Madeleine before the limo door even shuts. "When I tell you to hurry, I expect you to do exactly that!"
"I'm sorry, Lady Madeleine," stammers Penelope tearfully. "The heel of my shoe became caught onâ"
"Save it!" the Countess of Fydelia snaps. "If you cannot do something as simple as totter down a corridor without breaking your neck, then frankly, I do not see how you are supposed to be of use to me."
Penelope's face turns whiter than a sheet. "Iâ"
"As lest you forget, I took you on as a lady-in-waiting as a favour to your family, given the historically close personal relationship between our fathers," Madeleine reminds her with a steely edge to her voice. "But that does not mean that I cannot send you packing just as easily. And if you do not get your act together, then that is exactly what will happen. Am I clear!"
"Yes," Penelope whimpers, lowering her gaze.
"What was that?" demands Madeleine imperiously.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"And the same goes for the rest of you," adds Madeleine, casting the haughty gleam of her gaze over the limo. "One misstep â proverbial or otherwise â and you are gone. Not just from my employ, but from court as well."
Shifting my gaze over to Hana, I see that she is just as perturbed as I am about this borderline psychotic power-trip.
Talk about being a queen bitch...
Olivia scoffs from her seat in the corner. "How about you try making a threat you can actually carry out..."
Madeleine bristles. "As Queen I will have the authority toâ"
"Do exactly what Christian permits you to do," Olivia interjects flatly, examining her nails. "As lest you forget, you will only ever be a queen consort â not queen regnant."
The Countess of Fydelia's eyes narrow. "That is but a technicality."
"I still wouldn't overplay my hand," Olivia cautions with a smile. "Wouldn't want to get caught out on a technicality now, would you?"
Madeleine glares down the length of the limo like a viscous viper.
"Didn't think so," smirks the Duchess of Lythikos as the driver pulls the vehicle to a stop...
...and the paps immediately descend on us like a swarm of black flies.
"What theâ?" I blurt, catching the flash of the cameras through the blacked-out windows. "When did they get here?"
"Five minutes ago," replies Madeleine tartly, slotting a pair of shades on.
My jaw drops. "You... told them where we were going?"
"Of course," she affirms as the Royal Guard who had been riding shotgun manages to squeeze his way through the human press to open the door. "Royal patronage elevates the esteem and profile of any institution. It is only right that the press should be invited to cover the visit."
"Like that's the only reason..." I mutter as Madeleine steps out of the limo and the roar of the crowd becomes deafening.
"Contessa!" several people shout. "Contessa Maddalena! QuaggiĂš, per favore!"
"It's horse shite, by the way," Olivia advises as she slides past me. "The only thing she is looking to promote is herself."
"Well, she definitely seems to be succeeding..." I admit, watching the Guards struggle to hold the photographers back as Madeleine sashays her way towards the doors of the boutique.
Olivia scoffs. "It's an act of desperation. Nothing more. She knows she is on thin footing with Christian... and the public."
"Great..." I groan, pulling Drake's blue aviators from my clutch as I, too, exit the limo.
Rather than being an unfortunate one-off, it seems like yesterday's altercation at the Apple Harvest Festival was actually the opening salvo in a concerted campaign of media brinksmanship that Madeleine is determined to win.... at my expense.
Yet, I'm just not sure I have it in me to play her contrived publicity game. The paps have already up-ended my life more completely than I would've ever thought possible, so the last thing I want to do is pander to their voracious appetite for scandal.
"Duchessa Harper! Duchessa Harper!" the photographers shout as I step out onto the sidewalk. "You made it to Italy! What do you think of the city so far?"
"You did not travel with the King and future Queen! Were you forced to make alternative arrangements because of your argument?"
"Will you attend the opera tonight?"
"When was the last time you spoke to your family? Is it true you cut all ties with them?"
Gritting my teeth, I force myself to keep my head down and my feet moving forward as the invasive questions zing over my head like bullets. Camera bulbs flash in my face as the photographers press in, trying to get that front page close-up...
...and that's when I spot him.
My heart skips an uncomfortable beat as recognition hits me like a punch in the chest.
Oh, my God, the photographer from Applewood!
He's standing in the second row, regarding me almost casually, like a tourist at a zoo, faded red baseball cap slung backwards over his head, just as in the picture Ana de Luca had saved on the flash drive.
Our eyes meet and I stumble to a stop, unable to tear my gaze away, my morbid curiosity overpowering my senses even as the paps close in around me...
...but then I feel the warmth of a hand on my back and the sound of a familiar voice brings me back to earth.
"Nous vous tienons, Demoiselle," Allard assures me, appearing at my side to shield me from the press invasion.
Glancing up, I see that Schweitzer has taken up position in front of me, using his body like a blocker to force a path through the crush.
Curling into the safety offered by my Guard's no-nonsense attitude, I let them whisk me into the boutique.
"Thank you..." I say sincerely as we pass through the doorway into the foyer.
Allard relinquishes his hold on me with a nod. "Certainement. Vous allez bien?"
"Yeah..." I reply, heart pounding as I try to recollect my bearings. "I justâ"
"Oh, my gosh!" gasps Hana, stumbling into the boutique behind us. "That was horrible!"
"C'est le bordel!" agrees Kiara as she and Penelope manage to squeeze themselves through the press before the Guards shut the door. "Qu'est-ce qu'elle croyait?"
"She wasn't," Olivia replies flatly, shooting an accusatory glance over her shoulder at Madeleine, who is already being given a queen's welcome by the boutique's owner.
A tense silence descends as we all process this assessment.
"I... I suppose we should go through," Hana suggests eventually.
"Oui," Kiara affirms with a huff, smoothing the front of her dress. "Sa MajestĂŠÂ expects our assistance."
Penelope glances uncertainly towards the fuss being made over Madeleine. "I don't think she's expecting mine..."
"Don't be silly!" Kiara admonishes, looping her arm through her friend's to tug her forward. "She just had a petite Êclat. Every bride gets nervous and she is under a lot of pressure to maintain constant perfection. But that is why we need to help her, non?"
Penelope looks like she's about to disagree, before finally acquiescing with a sigh. "I just miss Merlin and Morgana..."
"J'sais..." consoles Kiara, patting her reassuringly on the back of the hand. "Hopefully once the tour is finished, Madeleine will allow you to send for them."
"I doubt it..." Penelope mutters meekly as they join Madeleine in the store proper. "She said she hates yappy little dogs. You don't suppose they have anything here with poodles on them, do you?"
"I don't think this boutique specialises in that type of lingerie..."
"Oh..."
"I'm sure they have some pretty floral designs, though!" Hana offers encouragingly. "Italian lace is known around the world for its intricate rebrodè detailing."
"Yes, because that's what men care about on the wedding night..." Olivia mutters dryly, turning towards me. "You coming, or what?"
"Huh?" I ask, snapping my head up. "Umm... Yeah. Sorry."
"You better be," she snips disdainfully as she starts down the foyer as well. "I refuse to be the only sane participant in this clown show..."
I glance warily back towards the front of the boutique, where the paps were still battling each other, trying to snap a shot of us through the tastefully curated window displays.
"What?" Olivia objects after a beat. "No snide comment? No wry clap-back? You're not conveniently coming down with a sudden fever, are you?"
"I... I saw him," I admit, tearing my gaze away from the feeding frenzy outside.
Olivia grabs my wrist to yank me to a stop. "Saw who?"
"The photographer," I say tightly, pulling my arms around myself in a bid to stop myself from shivering, despite the record-breaking temperatures outside. "From Applewood."
"Dion Guillard..." clarifies Olivia, staring at me intently. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I nod.
Olivia purses her lips. "He could be here on his own volition, or because someone invited him. Either way, we should make use of this opportunity."
"How?"
"By making him an offer he can't refuse," she replies slyly, pulling her phone out.
My eyes widen. "You mean right now? But Madeleineâ"
"Has enough sycophants coddling her already," she counters flippantly as she quickly types up a text. "We only have one chance to do this. Do you want the truth, or not?"
I swallow down the lump in my throat. "I do."
"Good," she nods, slotting her phone away again. "You don't mind if I borrow your hunks, do you?"
"Umm..."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she responds, clicking her fingers authoritatively at Allard and Schweitzer. "Meet me in the back in fifteen minutes."
Before I have a chance to respond, Olivia has already spun on her heel and is striding towards the rear of the store, my two Guards in tow.
"'Kay..." I mutter under my breath.
I have no idea what Olivia's plan is... much less how she thinks to arrange a clandestine meeting with the photographer under Madeleine's nose while there's an entire army of paps parked outside watching our every move.
But I've learned during the course of the social season that the Scarlet Duchess is as enterprising as she is resourceful, having pulled a number of successful ploys in a bid to advance herself in the competition. And Drake seems to trust her implicitly, otherwise, he wouldn't have asked her to keep an eye on me while he's off in Dubai.
So, it looks like I'm just going to have to trust her, too.
Taking a deep breath, I move towards the other end of the shop floor, pretending to peruse the various items on offer while I wait for the allotted time to tick down.
Luckily, Madeleine is busy loudly shooting down each and every lingerie option that is presented to her by both the boutique staff and her increasingly frazzled ladies-in-waiting, so nobody really notices when I announce a pretend visit to the restroom.
Slipping back out into the foyer, I move as casually as possible towards the back of the store, knowing that the paps are still watching me like hawks through the windows.
Rounding the corner, I allow myself to speed up a bit, casting my gaze left and right, looking for Olivia...
...when I'm suddenly yanked into a dimly-lit storeroom stacked with cardboard boxes and plastic-wrapped veils and dresses.
"Hey! What theâ?" I protest as the door is shut promptly behind me.
"You're late," Olivia informs me dryly, clicking the lone light bulb on above us.
"Sorry, I had tâ"
I reel back in horror as my eyes land on the bound and gagged form of Dion Guillard perched on top of a box of lingerie.
"Oh, my God!" I gasp. "When the heck did this turn into a kidnapping?"
"Ten minutes ago," she replies breezily.
I drop my head in my hands. "I am going to jail... I am literally going to jail..."
"Oh, ye of little faith..." Olivia admonishes, stepping over to the photographer.
He shrinks instantly back from her.
My brows shoot skywards. "Jesus Christ... What did you do to him?"
"Nothing," she shrugs. "Yet..."
A chill runs down my spine. Apparently, Olivia's reputation is more than well deserved...
"I presume you know who we are?" she asks Dion levelly, coming to a stop in front of him.
The man nods tightly, brows bunched together beneath the line of his baseball cap.
"And your current circumstances leave you under no illusions as to the lengths we're willing to go to obtain â by force, or otherwise â the clear and unvarnished truth?"
His gaze slips to meet mine for a second before sliding back to Olivia's to give her the barest of nods.
"Good," she smiles, reaching towards him. "Then this will go that much faster."
In one quick motion, she yanks the scrunched-up handkerchief from the photographer's mouth, making him wheeze.
"Sa mère la pute deâ"
"Who are you working for?" Olivia demands, folding her arms.
Dion spits on the floor next to her feet. "I'm a freelancer. I work forâ"
"We know who you are," Olivia interjects with a wave of her hand. "You're a lowlife slug who's willing to do anything to make a name for himself. You demonstrated as much when you sold compromising photos of my friend here to the press. The question is, who hired you?"
Dion scoffs. "Nobody hired me. I work for myself! That is what I've been trying toâ!"
"Liar," Olivia accuses. "We know you didn't just stumble upon this by yourself. Who's your client?"
"Nom de dieu..." he disparages under his breath. "I told you already, Iâ"
Olivia is suddenly up in his face, knife pressed to his throat. "And I didn't like your answer."
Dion jerks back instinctively. "Your petite friend is correct... You are going to jail..."
"They'll have to find your body first," she tells him silkily. "What little will be left of it, anyway... Because no one here is going to the police. And I'm sure that your so-called friends out the front will secretly be glad for your unexplained loss. The freelance photography business is oh-so cutthroat, after all..."
"Tu es une salle grace..." he snarls through clenched teeth.
Olivia presses the knife tighter. "Then you should know that it's not in your interest to test what's left of my patience..."
Dion laughs bitterly. "Ă quoi ça rime? You say already that you will justâ"
"What if we paid you?" I interject, stepping forward.
Olivia's head snaps angrily around. "Harper, stay out ofâ!"
"Paid me?" the photographer cuts in, eyes swirling to meet mine with interest.
"To give us the information we're after... voluntarily," I clarify, in a bid to avoid the impending bloodshed. "And to sell us the photos from Applewood."
Dion frowns. "I already sold the pictures to the papers..."
"Not all of them," I correct, hoping against hope that my gut instinct is correct and I haven't just torpedoed Olivia's interrogation for nothing. "You only sold the ones you were told to sell â the ones that fit your client's narrative."
Dion seems to assess me in a new light. "You come prepared... Fine. I'll do as you ask... for five million."
"Ducats?" asks Olivia.
"Euros."
I very narrowly catch my jaw from falling to the floor at the sound of the obscene price tag.
"You've been paid once already," counters Olivia. "The highest we can go is one million."
"Four," insists Dion, somehow managing to find the balls to negotiate even with a knife pressed to his throat. "There are a lot of pictures."
"Which no one else is willing to buy, so two is our best and final offer."
"Three," declares Dion. "And I'll forget this conversation ever happened."
Olivia purses her lips for a moment, before whipping the knife away with a flourish. "Fine. Start talking."
Dion lets out a low exhale. "I received a call some days before the Jamboree. The person had a tip on one of the Prince's suitors, and said it would make big news if it got out. Naturally, I was interested."
"Who was this person?" I ask.
"I don't have a name," he replies. "The tip was anonymous, and the call came from a hidden number."
"Was it a man or a woman?" Olivia queries.
"A man."
Olivia and I exchange a glance. Tariq or Godfrey.
"How did you get into Applewood?" I ask, turning back to Dion.
"A security pass was delivered to my apartment. No return address," he adds before either of us can ask.
"And that didn't seem suspicious?" I press.
"Demoiselle," he scoffs. "I am a paparazzo. I am not going to... How you AmÊricans say? Count the teeth of a dog?"
"Look a gift horse in the mouth..." I correct dryly.
"Once on the estate, I took some pictures of the Jamboree â in the event, you know... nothing came of the tip â but then I received a message on my phone that the suitor in question was on her way back to her room with her paramour, andI should make myself ready."
"How did you know which room to go to?" I cut in.
"There was a blueprint of the manor included in the same envelope that provided me my security pass," Dion explains. "It was your room that was marked."
His words hit me like a kick to the guts.
It's been clear for a while that my run-in with Tariq has been anything but chance. But to learn the malicious extent of the planning that had gone into setting it up makes me want to actually puke.
Who was sick enough to even think up something so twisted?
"What then?" asks Olivia, diverting Dion's attention from my momentary muteness.
He shrugs. "I took the photos, and left."
"How?" I croak in disbelief. "How could you just stand there whileâ?"
"I am a journalist," he shrugs apathetically. "My business is to be impartial..."
"You watched me get assaulted," I hiss through trembling lips. "There is nothing impartial about that!"
He shrugs again. "Affairs are messy. Maybe you should choose your lovers more carefully."
I feel my fists clench at my sides as I take a step forward. "He is notâ"
Olivia's hand pulls me back. "How did you deliver the photos?"
"There was no delivery," Dion counters with the same level of nonchalance that he's exhibited since he started talking. "I selected the best pictures and put them out to offer to the newspapers. The Sun offered the most for them, so I sold to them the exclusive rights to publish."
"That's it?" queries Olivia. "No one else was given copies?"
Dion scoffs. "Absolutement pas! Selling copies to anyone else would violate the license agreement with the most influential tabloid newspaper in the country! Why would I put myself out of business? I am not an idiot..."
"You didn't send any samples to the person who tipped you off?" I press, having finally managed to regain my composure somewhat.
"Non," he insists. "I said before â he was not a client. I have no obligation for him. And even if I did, I have no way to contact him becauseâ"
"âthe conversations were anonymous," I finish wearily.
Apart from lending credence to our suspicions that Godfrey may have had a hand in the set-up, this conversation has confirmed literally nothing.
The people involved in the plot have been too careful in covering up their tracks.
Which means that all our hopes now rest with Tariq... and Drake's ability to find him.
Dion nods. "C'est correct. And I told you everything you asked. We still have a deal, yes?"
"On the condition that you hand over all the remaining photographs â including any digital and backup copies â and disappear off to a godforsaken island somewhere," Olivia clarifies.
Dion nods eagerly. "Naturellement. I always desired early retirement."
"Good," she approves, cutting the bonds from his wrists with a cold smile. "Otherwise I will personally ensure that you don't live to spend a single Euro of your newly acquired millions."
The flash of the wicked-looking blade so close to his groin causes the photographer to blanch involuntarily. "Je le jure."
Olivia flashes him a cold smile. "We'll be in touch..."
"You're just letting him go?" I hiss into Olivia's ear as Dion pushes himself up.
"Unless you would prefer to dump him in the Tiber?"
I reel back. "What! No! I justâ"
"Your instinct was right," she advises softly, as Dion gathers his bag and Allard escorts him back out. "He is an opportunistic shark. He just had to be made to believe that he was fleecing us."
My eyes widen. "So, you played bad cop deliberately."
"As you said, this is my area of expertise," she smirks. "And I knew you would not be able to keep your sentimentality at the door."
"Umm, thanks... I think..." I mutter. "But where are we supposed to get three million Euros from? We may both be aristos, but neither of us is Jeff Bezos..."
"The Palace has a designated slush fund set aside for these sorts of expenditures," Olivia assures me breezily, slotting her knife away. "Since you are now a member of the royal family, we'll just send the bill to Jonathan."
I slant her a wry look. "I'm pretty sure that's not what either he or Christian had in mind when they decided to clean up my image..."
"Oh, please!" she admonishes, stepping back out into the corridor as well. "As recently as last year, Constantine was authorising expenditures of five to ten million Euros to stop pictures of Leo shagging B-list actresses on top of various vehicles making it onto the front pages. Three million Euros is trump change for the Rys."
"If you say so," I concede, my mind still reeling from astronomical sums of money that had been so casually bandied about. "Let's just hope Dion doesn't screw us over..."
"He won't," she assures me. "Nobody is stupid enough to cross a Nevrakis."
"The people who blackmailed you did..." I remind her cautiously.
Olivia's mouth tightens as we reach the end of the corridor. "Which was their first mistake. And one that they will pay for dearly."
"You never actually told me what they threatened you with on the night of the Coronation Ball..."
Olivia glances at me sharply. "The less you know the better."
"Butâ"
"It is for your own protection," she insists. "You haven't played this game long enough to know how to handle something so... explosive."
My eyes widen. "What? More explosive thanâ?"
Olivia clamps her hand over my mouth. "What did I tell you on the plane?"
"Sorry..." I mumble through her fingers.
She withdraws her hand. "If â on the very slim chance â I require assistance, I'll ask for it. In the meantime, you should rejoin the bridal parade."
"Why? Where are you going?" I ask as Olivia moves towards the back loading doors.
"None of your business," she ripostes, disappearing outside.
"Bye to you, too..." I snip as the door slams closed in her wake.
Olivia may now be on my side, but she is still as caustic as ever.
Turning back towards the main part of the boutique. I barely make it four steps before Madeleine's shrieks of outrage â and the sound of breaking glass â echo down the hallway.
"How many times do I have to tell you, no thongs! They are ribald and tasteless!"
"Yeah, no..." I mutter under my breath as I promptly spin on my heel to head back towards the rear of the store.
I don't care what Kiara may have said earlier; I have no interest in spending the rest of the morning being trapped in a bridal boutique, being screamed at by Madeleine. I have much better things to do with my time... and sanity, especially given that I'm still trying to mentally and emotionally process what the photographer had said. And after everything else that's happened in the past twenty-four hours, a small break would definitely go a long way in diffusing my pent-up stress.
Admittedly, a part of me feels bad for leaving Hana behind to suffer the full brunt of Madeleine's tirade, but trying to pull her away as well would only jeopardise my chances of making a successful getaway. I'll just have to think of some other way to make it up to her.
Not wanting her to get into any unwarranted trouble on my account, I decide to pull out my phone to send her a quick text letting her know that I'm not feeling well, and that I'll hopefully see her at the opera in the evening.
Slotting my phone back into my clutch, I push the back doors of the boutique open with a decisive shove, and step out into the sunshine.
Letting my eyes adjust to the brightness outside, I find myself in a small courtyard. On a whim, I turn back towards my Guards.
"Which way to the Trevi Fountain?" I ask, pulling my sunglasses back down over my face.
Allard and Schweitzer trade glances, clearly uneasy with this request.
"Demoiselle, that is not a prudentâ"
"âway to get lost in the crowd?" I counter. "I can't think of a better one. If I don't advertise myself, no one will know I'm even there. Especially while the paps are tied up on the other side of the building."
My Guards don't seem convinced. "Commandant Walker left specific instructions toâ"
"I'm not planning on disappearing on you," I assure them. "I just want to make a quick detour to grab some pastries, and check out the fountain. So, which way is it?"
Perhaps seeing that I'm not going to be swayed by any cautionary counter-argument, Schweitzer gives Allard a one-shouldered shrug of acquiescence.
Allard pulls a face before finally resigning himself as well. "Par ici," he says, indicating the far side of the courtyard.
"Thanks," I chirp with a smile, setting out across the cobblestones...
...and promptly get the heel of my stiletto pumps stuck in a crack between the stones.
"Eugh," I grumble, as I manage to wrench myself free after a brief battle. "I really didn't think this through..."
"Would Demoiselle require a taxi?" asks Schweitzer as he helps steady me from behind.
"I was hoping to walk..." I admit sheepishly.
"Via Borgognona is nearby," Allard suggests. "It is a well-known shopping street, though quieter than the more famous Via Condotti. Demoiselle might find more... comfortable footwear there."
"Not to mention some more appropriate clothes in general," I gripe, already feeling the tight fabric of my pencil dress start to stick to me. "How far away is it?"
"Just around the corner."
I flash him a bright smile. "Perfect!"
With Allard leading the way, and Schweitzer holding my hand, we manage to cross the courtyard without further incident, and sneak past the paps still thronging the front of the bridal boutique without getting spotted.
Crossing the pedestrianised thoroughfare, my Guards usher me down a narrower street that is lined on either side by cream-coloured buildings casting some welcome shade in the midday heat.
We pass a smattering of tourists and locals, but luckily everyone seems to be too absorbed in their phones or personal conversations to pay any specific attention to me.
And â more importantly â as Allard promised, the street is composed entirely of fashionable-looking independent boutiques.
"Let's try this one," I suggest, indicating the arched entryway of a store with an Italian name that I do not recognise, but which nevertheless seems to have several options for sandals on offer. And â given the scalding nature of the weather â an open-toe option is definitely appealing right now!
Stepping into the air-conditioned entranceway, I am immediately greeted by an immaculately made up woman with a severe ponytail, who starts questioning me in rapid-fire Italian.
"Umm..."
Luckily, I am saved from the embarrassment of trying to cobble together some kind of inappropriate response with the very limited â and wholly unhelpful â Italian that Bertrand had managed to teach me on the plane by Allard, who steps deftly up to my side.
"Lei è alla ricerca di alcune nuove scarpe."
"Che tipo de scarpe?"
"Sandals," I say, having understood the gist of the question. "No heel."
"Prego," the assistant says, flicking her hand towards some minimalist shelving.
"Gracia," I acknowledge with a smile.
Moving over to the indicated section, I quickly assess the options...
...and nearly die when I lay eyes on the price tags.
"Almost a thousand Euros...?" I gripe under my breath "For a few scraps of leather...?"
But then my eyes land on a pair bejewelled, gladiator-style sandals.
Given my limited window of opportunity to sneak in some sight-seeing before people start to question my absence, I don't have the luxury of being able to hunt for a bargain. And if I'm going to end up forking out this much money on a pair of shoes, I'm at least going to spend it on something that I like the look of.
And these sandals definitely fit the bill.
Decision made, I pull out my phone to quickly find out how my normal US shoe size converts to the vastly different European sizing, and turn back to the patiently waiting assistant.
"Size 36, please."
With a nod, she disappears 'round the back.
While she's gone, I take the opportunity to look up the location of the little pastry shop that the President had mentioned.
Since I'm heading towards the Trevi Fountain anyway, and Madeleine had pulled us out of this morning's meeting before the refreshments could be served, I had been serious when I told my Guards of my intent to tackle two birds with one stone. Especially since it's nearly lunchtime, and chances are I won't otherwise see food until the opera this evening.
The assistant reappears with my selection, and after a quick try-on, I give her a nod to ring up the extortionate purchase, being excessively grateful that I still have cash left in my US account, given that I don't actually have access to my new Cordonian accounts yet.
Stepping back out onto the street, I change out my shoes, slotting my pumps away into the high-end bag that I've been given, and dumping the shoebox in a nearby trash can.
My toes flex gratefully in their newfound freedom as I cross the street to the clothing boutique, wondering how much a top and pair of jean shorts is going to set me back...
In the end, however, I am pleasantly surprised to emerge back onto the street in a simple, white wrap-dress, a straw Panama hat, and a matching straw bucket bag in which I've stowed my old dress and shoes, all for under two hundred Euros, which means I was able to make recourse to the money Drake had given me, and still have plenty of cash left over for other potential emergencies.
"Thanks for the suggestion," I tell Allard sincerely. "It has definitely saved me from melting into the pavement!"
"De rien, Demoiselle," he acknowledges with a smile. "Are you ready to continue?"
"Lead the way, Monsieur!" I tell him with a grin.
Taking up poll position with a scoff â with Schweitzer bringing up the rear â Allard takes us left at the next intersection to zig-zag us down various side streets, presumably in a bid to avoid both the ferocity of the midday sun, and the chances of me being recognised on the busier avenues.
But, the back route pays off, and within ten minutes, I find myself standing on the edge of the crowded plaza that serves as the gateway to the romantic monument.
"Wow..." I breathe, taking it all in. "It sure is busy!"
Allard and Schweitzer exchange a tense look, no doubt worried about the prospect of being able to keep tabs on me in the press.
"I'll be fine," I assure them. "Just a quick peek and then we can get moving."
Neither of them look convinced, but they don't try to dissuade me as I plunge into the crowd.
Skirting around wedding parties, tour groups, and other miscellaneous sightseers, I manage to work my way to the front of the throng, and my mouth parts with a gasp at the sight spread out before me.
The four-storey monument rises up from the base of the fountain, framing the dynamically positioned statues from under whose feet the water gushes into the aquamarine pool.
It's like a Renaissance painting brought to life.
But, while I'm glad to have made the trip out here to see it in person, I can't help but feel my chest tighten morosely as I gaze up at the beauty of the world-famous landmark.
I didn't necessarily realise it at the time, but part of the reason why I enjoyed my outing in the Cordonian capital so much was because I had Drake to share the adventure with. And it was the same in Avignon â his wry quips and local knowledge had definitely brought the whole experience to life, making me see the city through different eyes than I probably would have had I been by myself... like I am now.
Eugh... I miss him...
Reaching for the ties of my bag on impulse, I pull the fastenings apart just enough to plunge my hand inside. Finding my purse, I snap it open and extract a Euro from the coin pouch.
Squeezing my fingers 'round the warmth of the metal, I clench my eyes shut with a heartfelt wish as I turn back towards the fountain...
...before sending the coin flipping through the air to land in the water before me with a soft plop.
Blinking my eyes open, I am somewhat disappointed to find myself still standing solo by the railing, and Drake has not magically appeared before me like the hot Italian guy did in The Lizzy McGuire Movie.
"Worth a shot..." I console myself somewhat dejectedly as I reach back into my bag to extract my phone so I could snap a couple of pictures to send to my mom.
Mission accomplished, I turn away from the fountain to make my way back to the edge of the square, Allard and Schweitzer falling into step behind me as I scan the various store-fronts clustered around the fountain, searching for the bakery with the pistachio croissants.
My eyes suddenly land on something in one of the window displays...
...and without really thinking about it, I let my feet carry me inside.
The little brass bell above the door jingles as I step into the cramped confines of what appears to be a shop selling a motley collection of antiques and touristy knick-knacks. A wizened old man sporting glasses and a thick head of white hair looks up at the sound of my arrival.
"Buon pomeriggio, signorina," he greets. "Posso aiutarla a cercare?"
"Umm... sÏ," I say hesitantly. "Hai avo... in the window?" I point at the item that had caught my eye with an embarrassed flush.
The man's face cracks into a grin. "Ah, certamente!"
Stepping out from behind the counter, he ambles his way over to the window display, to pull back the protective glass. Reaching in, he lifts up the silver chain and holds it out to me.
I run the tip of my finger across the edge of the pendant with a smile. "It's perfect."
"For you?" he asks, lifting the chain up to my neck indicatively.
"No," I laugh. "It's a present... Por mi amore?"
His eyes light up. "Ah, bellissimo! Lo avvolgerò in su per voi!"
"Gracia," I say as he scuttles excitedly back behind the counter in search of a box.
Pulling one out with a conspiratorial flourish, he sets about packaging up the piece as if he were swaddling a precious child for a hazardous journey, even managing to dig out a slightly dusty ribbon to tie on top.
"Cento euro," he declares, presenting the completed ensemble to me.
Pulling my wallet out, I extract my card. "Visa?"
"SĂŹ! Ovviamente!" he proclaims, slapping a brand new Square card machine onto the counter, that was starkly at odds with the otherwise Ollivander-esque dĂŠcor of the place.
Slotting my card into the reader, I complete the purchase, and am just about to reach for the box to stow it away in my bag when I feel a sudden presence behind me.
"This is becoming a bad habit with you..."
I freeze at the sound of the familiar voice.
No way...
The story continues in Chapter 20 - Steal Me Away
A/N: As per usual, translations below:
Nous vous tienons, Demoiselle -Â We got you, m'lady
At the bridal boutique:
Contessa! Contessa Maddalena! QuaggiÚ, per favore! - Countess! Countess! Over here, please!
Certainement. Vous allez bien? - Certainly. Are you alright?
C'est le bordel! Qu'est-ce qu'elle croyait?" - What mess! What was she thinking?
Sa mère la pute deâ - Your mother is a whore of aâ
Nom de dieu -Â Oh, my God!
Tu es une salle grace -Â You're a real bitch
Absolutement pas! -Â Absolutely not!
Je le jure -Â I swear
Lei è alla ricerca di alcune nuove scarpe - She is looking for some new shoes.
Out and About
Par ici -Â This way
Che tipo de scarpe? -Â What kind of shoes?
Prego - Please
Gracia - Thanks
De rien, Demoiselle -Â No problem, m'lady
Buon pomeriggio, signorina. Posso aiutarla a cercare? -Â Good afternoon, miss. Can I help you find anything?
Ah, bellissimo! Lo avvolgerò in su per voi! - Ah, lovely! I will wrap it up for you!
Por mi amore?* - For my love?
*This is a completely butchered attempt at Italian. The grammatically correct way to say it would be 'Ă per il mio amore'. However, Harper is improvising, so she's not going to get things completely correct đ
Cento euro -Â One hundred Euros
SĂŹ! Ovviamente! -Â Yes! Of course!
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