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Charlotte’s Choice

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

19 The Spider

Neville smarts from his humiliation, and Constantine takes stock of things.

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19 The Spider

Charlotte was correct that her father would not insist on paperwork that night, as she had to take over the reins of power on his behalf as the reign of the Lord of Misrule ended. She had reluctantly left Drake in the maze to fulfil her duty, but she almost floated back to her suite after. Their meeting had been different from any other. She had found sanctuary in his arms and they had admitted their feelings for each other. There was no intimacy, no removal of clothing, no fumbling or frantic consummation. They stayed in the moment, enjoying each other’s company, without any thought of what might follow. There were kisses and embraces and soft touches, they were tender, and they spoke quietly, softly and remembered times gone.

‘Let’s make the most of being alone’ said Drake as they sat on the bench at the centre of the maze, Charlotte nestled into his side, his arm protectively holding her close. ‘Think - who would we be if were just ordinary people instead of being tangled up in this web of Royalty and nobility, with no obligations or ties?’ Charlotte giggled and thought for a while

‘Okay then, I’m… a waitress in a bar - In New York. She started ‘and one day you walk into my bar’ Drake grunted with approval.

‘Okay, and – I’m there with my best friend, and it’s his birthday. We have a couple of other guys with us’ He nudged the Princess and she continued.

‘You’re only visiting for a couple of days, and you’re out to see the sights. My bar is downtown close to all the clubs, where you plan to go next’ Drake squeezed her tighter

‘You come over to my table to take our order…’

‘Whiskey – the good stuff, you’re pushing out the boat for your friend.’

‘I order four glasses, but there’s only three of us’ Charlotte frowned but Drake went on ‘My friend appears, and you turn to see him. He’s a handsome devil, and charming with it’ Charlotte punched his shoulder.

‘Hey, it’s about you and me, not your friend’ He grinned

‘That’s the best part. He’s charming and handsome, but… you only have eyes for me. He’s pretty pissed but then he sees that I can’t take my eyes off you either and gives us his blessing.’ Charlotte laughed

‘Ordinary you is very modest, I can tell’ she said sarcastically

‘It’s my fantasy persona, I can be whatever I want to be’

‘Okay, we’re supposed to be ordinary, not fantasy figures’ she replied, ‘Otherwise I’d choose to be able to fly, or be invisible’ Drake stroked her cheek.

‘With you by my side, I feel like I can fly – and up till now I’ve been invisible’ he said softly. Charlotte smiled. The day had been one of laughter and friendship – and now, of love.

‘You’re impossible. But all that matters is that we’ve admitted our feelings, and we can move forward and find a way to be together, no matter how difficult it might seem right now’

Meanwhile, Neville smarted from his treatment in the court of Misrule. He wished Walker had hit him – he would most certainly have made him regret it, pressed charges and seen him serve a prison sentence if he could. If only he knew beforehand that it would have barred him from the list of suitors, he would have tried a lot harder to provoke him. The King would soon be announcing that two of the hopeful suitors would be dropped from the official list. After the day’s events he had no doubt that he would be one of them. At last the humiliation ended when the Princess symbolically took back power for the Rys dynasty, and he made his way back inside the Manor. He changed first, ripping off the hated dress with no thought for preserving it, then made his way to the study where the drinks cabinet was well stocked and unlocked for the use of any member of the court or their guests. Anton Severus sat in an easy chair by the window, glass of brandy in hand. Neville grabbed the bottle from the cabinet along with a glass and poured a large measure.

‘An unusual rule this time, don’t you think, Vancoeur?’ Anton asked casually. Neville knocked back a good mouthful of the liquor before answering.

‘It was a travesty’ he growled ‘That Englishman should be horsewhipped for his impudence. I highly doubt he really is an Earl’ Anton cast him a glance and indicated the chair next to him. Neville picked up the glass and bottle and joined him.

‘Unfortunately his claim to nobility is real’ he replied ‘I’ve looked into it myself. But you’re right, he shouldn’t get away with such disrespect to the nobility – and neither should his accomplice, the Princess’s pet’

‘Princess’s pet?’ questioned Neville

‘Oh yes, hadn’t you noticed the way she looked at Mr Walker today?’ he answered ‘The commoner managed to wheedle his way onto the list, and he should not be allowed to taint the Royal bloodline’ Neville cursed.

‘I came so close to getting him banned’ he spat ‘He was on the point of assaulting me when that upstart Earl stopped him’

‘Keep your voice down, Vancoeur.’ Anton continued. ‘I take it you are not a fan of the Englishman or the commoner Duke?’ Neville frowned

‘They should both be put in their proper place’ he growled

‘I agree. If things go on as they are, one of them is very likely to end up as Consort beside the Princess’ Neville’s face contorted with rage. Anton leaned toward him conspiratorially, his voice low.

‘Perhaps it’s time for the Rys dynasty to come to an end’ Neville’s eyebrows rose in shock.

‘That – that is treason, Lord Severus’ he hissed

‘Not if the claim to the throne is legitimate’ he replied coolly. ‘I am prepared on behalf of House Severus to take what is my rightful place’ Neville sat back in his chair, shocked to the core. They were alone in the study, but Anton still kept his voice low.

‘If I cannot win the hand of the Princess by fair means, I am quite prepared to use other methods’ He steepled his fingers together and fixed Neville with his gaze. ‘Those who support and aid me will be well rewarded with a role in Court befitting their station. No commoner will sully the workings of the Cordonian court, and there will be no counter claim to the throne’ Neville’s mouth open and closed but he was struck dumb for a good few minutes, then he extended his hand to Anton

‘I would be honoured to support you, Lord Severus’ he replied ‘In any way I can and any way you see fit’

The next day was busy for Charlotte yet again. There were more meetings, more diplomats to meet and greet, as Constantine planned to stay in his suite for the day. There was to be another formal dinner, which he planned to attend. At that formal dinner the two suitors who were least likely to succeed were to be announced and would be asked to withdraw from the process.

Charlotte went to the King’s bedroom after breakfast to discuss her options. An aide admitted her, and she entered to find him still dressed in pyjamas and dressing gown, sitting in an easy chair looking out of the window over the gardens. An empty chair was waiting for her, a coffee table nearby with refreshments. Constantine gestured to the coffee pot without turning to look at her.

‘Pour some will you?’ he said distractedly, and dutifully Charlotte went over to oblige. ‘Oh my dear I’m sorry, I thought it was Jeffrey’ he said ‘but perhaps it is fitting for you to serve your father’

‘It’s no trouble Father’ she replied, ‘How are you this morning?’ She examined his features for signs of illness. He did indeed look pale and his face had accrued more lines, possibly from enduring pain or discomfort, or just lack of proper sleep.

‘Weak’ he said ‘but I shall be able to attend tonight’s dinner. Please, sit and report on the happenings at the Apple fair and tell me who you consider should be dropped from the suitors’ list.’ Charlotte poured herself a glass of water and sat.

‘Well Father, as you know, since I last reported to you, I have had both Lord Delacoeur and Tariq assist me with official paperwork, and you saw for yourself what an excellent job Lord Brad and Duke Walker made of the Apple Fair festivities’ The King made a dismissive gesture.

‘It’s hardly doing ‘an excellent job’ by making half of the Royal Court uncomfortable by making them cross dress my dear’ Charlotte gritted her teeth.

‘From a male perspective perhaps’ she replied ‘But a lot of women found the experience liberating, and in my opinion, many of the Court need to be reminded that their station in life is not to be taken for granted. Taking them out of their comfort zone was a good experience, on balance.’ Constantine nodded begrudgingly

‘A valid viewpoint, and I did notice that Lord Bradly wore the cloak and crown very well and conducted himself in an exemplary fashion. However, I do think that choice of the highland kilt as a costume was a significant bending of the cross dressing rule – what had he to learn from it?’

‘You forget Father, he was born a commoner, as was Duke Walker. They already knew what it was to be outside the regard of the Court’ Constantine looked at her sharply

‘Again, a very valid point. I do believe you are living up to the challenge of leadership my dear, just as I had hoped. However, Bastein has informed me that Lord Neville was not happy with the events of the day and lodged an official complaint regarding his treatment in the Court of Misrule’ Charlotte swallowed.

‘It was all within the spirit of Misrule’ she replied ‘Lord Maxwell was happy to comply with the cross dressing and wore exactly the same as Lord Neville’ Constantine put his hand to his forehead, frowning and massaging it.

‘Lord Maxwell is a remarkable young man, though he does not take life very seriously. However, I accept your observation and will not permit Lord Neville to pursue his complaint. Now I must ask for your assessment of Lord Neville and Tariq’s assistance regarding the official papers I gave you’

‘I believe I already reported on Lord Neville’ she replied ‘He was more concerned with matters regarding nobility and gave no regard whatsoever to the needs of the common people. I don’t think he would make a good Consort. Tariq was not at all helpful - he only spoke of trivial matters and didn’t offer to even read the documents I was working on.’ Constantine nodded

‘A fair assessment, you understand very well who might be useful to you and who might not. Do you believe either of them should remain as candidates for Consort?’ Charlotte inwardly cheered, but stayed calm, pausing before answering.

‘No Father, I do not’ Constantine steepled his fingers.

‘If you will my dear, please tell me your opinion of the remainder of the candidates. Rashad and Milo, to begin with.’ Charlotte composed herself again, considering her words before she spoke.

‘I believe Rashad has a good head for business, though I don’t know how he would fare as far as governance is concerned. Lord Milo is exactly the opposite, I believe he has an excellent head for governance, but I don’t know how well versed he is in economics. As far as keeping a good balance between nobility and the common people, I believe both of them favour nobility…’ here Constantine interrupted.

‘The common people? Have I ever indicated to you that that subject is important to your role or that of your Consort?’ Charlotte coloured. A few weeks ago, she would have caved under her Father’s displeasure, but now she felt stronger, more assured.

‘It is something that’s important to me, Father’ she asserted ‘If the people are happy, there is less chance of unrest and dissent. Cordonia is the only remaining absolute Monarchy in Europe, and I feel it might be time to move with the times and give a voice to ordinary people.’ Constantine’s face was impassive.

‘And how do you see yourself achieving that, my dear?’

‘I think that admitting commoners to the Council would be a start’ she replied. She didn’t dare tell him that she wanted to go further and reform Cordonia, plant the seeds for the Monarchy to give over some power to an elected government.

‘And who would decide who those commoners might be? He asked. Charlotte faltered.

‘I - of course it would have to be voted on by the Council’

‘Who are all nobles and will not gladly give over power to those they consider beneath them’

‘Not all are against hearing the voice of the people’ she said, less sure of herself now.

‘Name anyone who is, my dear’ he persisted.

‘I – I’m afraid I can’t’ she admitted, unwilling to name anyone for fear of her Father intimidating them if he wanted to, and having a sketchy idea anyway.

‘Cannot, or will not?’ he answered, then sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead again with his thumb and forefinger ‘Charlotte, you are showing signs of being a passable monarch. You must know the thoughts and wishes of all under you who wield power, so you can stay one step ahead of them. You need advisers and – and spies, for want of a better term. I believe you need schooling in these matters and have some plans in place for that already. In the meantime, I wish to know your opinion of the remainder of the suitors.’ Charlotte steeled herself again.

‘I know you favour Lord Severus due to his ancient lineage’ she started ‘He is charming, but I don’t know his thoughts or abilities beyond archery, sailing and horsemanship, and am interested to see how he will perform when he assists me in the study tonight.’ She paused, but her Father said nothing ‘Lord Maxwell was extremely helpful in the study and took a lot of paperwork off my hands to my surprise, but my fear is that he is too young and carefree to take the role of Consort seriously. Lord Bradley is also charming, and his claim to nobility has been confirmed. He is new to Cordonia, and I have no idea how he will perform in your test.’ Constantine interrupted

‘Remember, dear girl, that Bradley has potential links with the British Monarchy now – which increases his suitability for the role’ Charlotte’s stomach knotted but she smiled and continued.

‘That may be so, Father but Duke Walker is the person I know the best. I know he shares my ideas as to governance and would make a good representative for ordinary people. He knows the country well and is well versed in protocol’ At last Constantine spoke.

‘And how might he perform when it comes to trade, or economics, or diplomacy?’ Charlotte coloured, but before she could answer, her Father continued ‘And what does your heart tell you my dear? Who might you wish to spend your time with if you had no responsibilities?’ Charlotte was almost struck dumb.

‘I - Father, you’ve never asked me that before’ she managed to stammer. He nodded.

‘It is an important factor’ he answered. ‘If your Consort lives up to all my other criteria, but you cannot bear to be in the same room as him, that will be a problem. No matter how you might try to hide it, people will notice. That was the advice I was given by my own father, and I have been lucky. Both your Mother and Regina were dear to my heart, though they did not have the importance to the Monarchy that your Consort will.’ He sighed again and his face clouded.

‘I cannot do more for now my dear, I must rest if I am to make the announcement tonight. I take it that Lord Vancoeur and Tariq are the ones you wish to be dropped from the list of suitors?’ Charlotte nodded, relieved. Constantine reached out his hand to hers and squeezed it. ‘Then think about what I have said. Believe it or not, I will consider what your heart says to you amongst the criteria you are to apply. Go now, and I will see you at dinner’ Charlotte bent to kiss her Father’s hand and left him to rest.

As the Manor was the summer home of the Royal Family, none of the suitors had the right to sit next to Charlotte at the head table, but as Drake had no lands and has spent many summers there, he was awarded the privilege. Lady Olivia sat next to Drake, and of course the King was there. Maxwell and Brad (afforded a higher position by association with Olivia) sat on the next table down with Lady Kiara and Lady Penelope. Maxwell’s brother Bertrand sat with Anton, Lady Caroline and her sister Margaret. Rashad sat at a table with Milo, his sister Madeleine (who apart from Lady Kiara had the dubious reputation of not having slept with Drake) and their mother Adelaide, who kept throwing heated glances at Maxwell, causing him to squirm uncomfortably whenever he noticed. Tariq and Neville sat with the notorious Montpelier twin sisters, and there were ten or so other tables, all taken with notable worthy bastions of the Court and Council of nobles.

Drake sat back looking at the assembled nobles, thinking that nothing had been learned from the previous day. Here were all the stuffy nobles filling their faces with fancy food and expensive wines, oblivious to the needs of ordinary citizens. He was complicit in it all, sitting at the top table with Charlotte – but she was a victim of circumstance. She hadn’t asked to be born into privilege and power and could not easily break out of it. He remembered the little fantasy they had imagined together, of being free and ordinary. How he wished it were true, that they were miles away from this place and able to be together without duty or obligations. He had had the chance of leaving to go to University in the States only a few years ago, but he could not leave her to the mercy of the Court and her Father. She said she was growing up – and he had to do the same, not just go day after day taking the status quo for granted. He had to step up to the mark, be the man she needed.

If he was Consort, he could start to change things, work on laws that benefitted common people, campaign for reform, for ordinary people to be involved in the running of the country. It had happened in neighbouring countries and Cordonia was the last stronghold of an absolute Monarchy. He feared they would have to change, or there would be consequences.

The meal progressed smoothly, and Drake noted that Charlotte made a good effort to include him in the dinner conversation, as his nature was to remain silent and observe. He realised it was in order for him to make a good impression on Constantine. Although he had been included in the list in order to feed the King information on the other suitors, it had been a while since he had been called upon to do so.

The time came for the King’s speech, and he stood, tapping his glass for silence.

‘Lords and Ladies of Cordonia, my daughter and I thank you for your attendance tonight. As you all know, the hand of my daughter in marriage is promised this social season, and the candidates have all made very good efforts to win her affections. But only one person can become Consort, and tonight I must eliminate two contenders.’ He paused and looked around the assembly of people.

‘I must ask all of the suitors to stand’ he commanded, waiting for them all to comply. ‘It is with regret that I have to tell you all that Tariq and Lord Neville Vancoeur will not be taking any further part in the selection process’ Tariq looked downcast, but Neville kept a stoic expression, and there was a short hum of conversation before the King spoke again. ‘It is your choice, gentlemen, as to whether you wish to continue to accompany the Court for the remainder of the Social Season or withdraw. However you will of course be welcome to attend the Coronation Ball when the Queen in Waiting will announce who will rule with her as Prince Consort. You may all sit, gentlemen. Dinner is over, but you are welcome to stay for drinks. I will retire for the night, but Charlotte will answer any questions you may have. That is all, thankyou’ Constantine bowed, and made his apologies to Olivia, drawing Drake aside.

‘I’d like to talk to you in my study, young man. Please tell Lord Bradley that I also wish to talk with him after you. Be there in ten minutes please.’ Drake bowed, his stomach knotting as he turned to find Brad. Together they made their way to the study while Charlotte watched them go with trepidation.

‘What do you think he wants?’ asked Brad

‘I don’t know, maybe it’s about the Lord of Misrule’

‘Then why ask to talk to you first, and not the both of us together?’ mused Brad.

‘Well there’s only one way to find out’ said Drake as they came to the door. Bastien stood guard and nodded to the two men.

‘His Majesty is expecting you, Walker’ he stated.

‘Good luck brother’ said Brad, and grabbed Drake’s elbow, his forearm lined up so Drake in turn grabbed his elbow. Drake looked surprised at the term ‘brother’ but accepted it, his grip firm. With his other hand, Brad slapped him on the back and Drake gave him a grateful glance before he turned to go in.

The King was sitting at his desk.

‘Walker’ he said, gesturing to the seat in front of the desk ‘Please sit. I don’t want to have to crane my neck to talk to you’ Drake sat obediently, waiting for Constantine to speak again. ‘I expect you’re wondering why I called you’ he said

‘Yes your Majesty’ answered Drake nervously. The King shuffled some papers in front of him.

‘You will recall, Walker, that I permitted you access to the list of suitors on the condition that you report to me on any information that might be of interest to me concerning the other suitors’

‘Yes, your Majesty, I…’ Drake was about to give an account of himself, but Constantine raised his hand to silence him.

‘You may also have noticed that I have not called upon you to do so for some time’ he continued. ‘Why do you think that is?’ Drake was nonplussed

‘I’m not sure, your Majesty – perhaps you were satisfied with what your other sources were telling you’ Constantine smiled.

‘So you think I have other sources?’ Drake opened his mouth but again had no chance to speak ‘You are correct of course, in my position I need to know everything about everything’ He sat back but kept his eyes on Drakes. ‘I am not stupid, Walker, I have noticed that you and my daughter share some affection. That is only to be expected as you grew up together. Please, don’t try to deny it. Do not speak.’ Drake felt his face burning red and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

‘I am not a monster, Walker, I do have some affection for my daughter, but she bears a heavy responsibility to her country. She has to find a balance between duty and affection, as did I in my time. You will be surprised that I am not against the idea of Charlotte and you being together – but you must be up to the job of taking care of our country as well. What do you have to say for yourself in that matter?’ Drake steeled himself, knowing that he must make a good impression on the King.

‘Your Majesty, I may not have been born here, but Cordonia is my home and has given me everything I have, and my father gave his life for it. I may lack some knowledge in how to run the country, but I know enough to recognise those who have that capability, and I believe that power should be shared, not piled on to the shoulders of one person, or two, no matter how well trained or capable they may be. You know that life is precarious, and there is the danger of the country collapsing if the one person wielding absolute power should fall. If I was to find myself beside Charlotte, I would find good counsel and share the responsibilities of power.’ Constantine remained stony faced through Drake’s account. He steepled his index fingers together before replying

‘Thankyou Duke Walker, you have made your position clear. You have my approval to continue to court my daughter with the other suitors, and if you should happen to discover anything of significance about any of them, you will come to me and tell me so. Please tell Lord Bradley I will see him now.’ Drake bowed and left the room. Brad raised his eyebrows in question.

‘It’s cool Brad, his Majesty will see you now. I can wait for you if you like’ offered Drake. Brad nodded, looking nervous

‘I’d appreciate that, but if I’m too long, take yourself off and have a stiff whiskey for me’ He straightened his tie and entered the study.

Inside the study, the King waited patiently like a spider waiting to feel the vibrations feeding back to him though the threads of his web. He regarded the young Englishman with interest. Lady Olivia had been bold to bring him to Cordonia. He had seen the furtive looks she had given the young man and knew what it meant. Brad was a game changer, an interesting new piece on the chessboard of his world. He had so little time to assure the future of his country and the happiness of his daughter, if that were possible.

‘So, Bradley de Montford, I believe I have to address you as Sir now that your claim has been approved’ he said. ‘What a pity you had not claimed earlier, you might have been able to find favour in the English Court before you came here’ The young man faced him with a cool expression. He had seen this before, noticed how calm he was under pressure, giving nothing away. His bearing was worthy of nobility, he looked the part the moment he appeared at the Masked Ball. He was a natural, born to lead men though he had not had the opportunity.

‘I wasn’t in a position to make a claim, your Majesty. I have Lady Olivia to thank for that’ he replied. ‘She has been very generous’ Constantine kept his expression neutral. Brad was nailing his colours to the mast, expressing his gratitude toward the Nevrakis woman from the start. Perhaps that would be useful rather than a hindrance.

‘I must congratulate you on your handling of the Lord of Misrule’ he said, ‘I was glad I made the right choice’ Brad’s expression flickered

‘The right choice, your Majesty?’ he asked.

‘Yes, I made sure you were the one to win the privilege. You don’t think the Court would vote for a foreigner to have sway over them, do you?’ Now the young man could not mask his surprise. ‘you handled it very well, though I needed the counsel of my daughter to make me realise how very clever it was, ensuring that the Court were ‘taken out of their comfort zone’ as the saying goes. Lord Neville in particular was very much affected, though I fear that was a negative outcome.’

‘I – that wasn’t my intention’ the young man replied, his cool façade cracking under the king’s scrutiny.

‘You are either lying, young man, or you are a natural at getting people just where you want them. Tell me, what was your intention?’

‘I wanted – to shake things up’ Brad replied, trying to regain his composure. ‘I wanted the court not to take their position for granted’

‘And you succeeded. You may not have realised how dangerous that might have been – you are dealing with men who have power, not a bunch of drunken bar patrons.’ The young man swallowed, and Constantine went on.

‘You have great potential, Sir Bradley. If you were not a foreigner, I would be pleased to see you win my daughter’s hand.’ He saw the shock on his face, knew that was not what he was seeking ‘You may still have a role in my country’s future whether you succeed or not. If you choose to leave, I can see you being successful in your own country if you apply yourself.’ He sat back, suddenly tired. ‘Thankyou for coming, Sir Bradley’ he said, ‘You may leave now.’

And the spider became quiet, sitting waiting for the thrumming of another thread…

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mind-reader1 · 6 years ago

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Queen of Hearts (Ch.8)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: Some cursing, NSFW

Note: It’s a long chapter, but I hope you enjoy! Also thanks for all the incredible love and support I received from the last chapter! It REALLY means a lot to see it so thank you!!!!! <3 <3 Also, if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know, I’ll be more than happy to do so! (Or removed)

Word Count: 3834

Summary: It’s the day of the Five Kingdoms Festival, but not everything goes as planned. Drake tries to help Emma unwind a bit and they reveal they’ve both been struggling since the attack at the Homecoming ball.

Chapter 8: Army (Lady Antebellum)

On the front line, she's a statue, a safe place to run to The strength I need to get through every day

So if anybody thinks I'm a hero When they watch me walk right into the flames I'm just marching to the sound of her heartbeat Yeah, I'm a soldier but if I'm a solider She's an army, an army, an army Yeah, she's an army, an army, an army

I ain't never been one to back down for the battle, yeah And she knows that better than anyone When I'm under fire when it's down to the wire I know she's my loaded gun

Down in the boutique, Bertrand frantically searched through the racks before finding the perfect outfit. A royal blue blazer with a pink satin blouse underneath, tucked into some black pants with a Cordonian broach to complete the look.

“It’s perfect Bertrand, thank you.”

Liam held his arm out to Emma and smiled.

“We should be getting to the festival then.” She took his arm and they strolled out. Citizens and nobles mingled among the various booths, full of food and drink, and some games. Mara nodded, giving them the all-clear, the festival was safe. Emma took a look around and noticed that despite the size of the crowd, it was lacking energy. She spotted her friends over by the fountain and made her way over.

“Is it just me or does the festival seem to have a grey cloud hanging over it? This is a big deal.”

“It does. That's why it's so important for all of us to be seen out here enjoying ourselves. If we don't feel safe in the wake of the attack, then there's no reason they should either.”

“So, as the King, you're ordering us to have fun?” Maxwell grinned.

“If we plan our time carefully, we can make it to every booth!” Hana began working on a plan in her head.

“Wait. I signed up for a good time, not a fixed schedule.” Before Hana could defend her idea, Olivia strolled up.

“Emma, I see you're okay.” Emma rushed over and pulled Olivia into a hug. She stood there stiffly, just briefly returning the embrace before Emma let go.

“Don't ever do that again.” She scowled.

“I'm happy to see you too.” Press snapped pictures as Olivia straightened out her dress.

“How did you get out of the ball? I didn't see you after the lights came back on.”

“I was in the back of the crowd. Almost got trampled by a bunch of fleeing nobles, far more dangerous than those mask-wearing cowards.”

“I thought you were leaving court. Does this mean you've decided to stay after all?”

“I have. You and Liam could use all the support you can get right now. A few men who choose to hide behind masks won't scare away a Nevrakis. I should be off though, shame anyone who dares think it's okay to turn their backs on the King.”

“Well, she seems to be doing fine.” Emma turned back to her friends.

“I have to go tend to some last-minute arrangements before the press conference. Before I go, as King, I have decided that Hana gets to pick the first activity.” Drake began to protest.

“It's okay Drake, I'm picking archery. It can't be that hard!” A few rounds in, Maxwell and Drake still hadn't hit their targets, but Hana had made almost every shot perfectly.

“Of course, Hana excels at everything,” Drake grumbled.

“Are those scary targets getting to you, Drake? It's okay you can tell us.” Emma teased.

“They're part of Cordonian history. A symbol of the defeat over evil.” Hana said.

“I don't think it's symbolic if you have to lecture me about it.”

“Show him how it's done, Emma!” Hana handed over a bow and arrow. Emma faced down the target when there was a loud pop behind her in the crowd. Her grip loosened on the arrow but she forced herself not to flinch. She saw Drake flinch and grab his shoulder out of the corner of her eye. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her grip on the arrow and let it fly, it found it's true target. The crowd around them applauded and Emma let out a breath she had been holding in.

“You okay?” She whispered to Drake. He nodded and took a few deep breaths to steel his nerves. When she looked around she found the source of the noise, a child whose balloon had popped and was now crying over it.

“We're safe.” She squeezed his hand and he nodded.

“Hana, have you made every bull's-eye?” Maxwell gawked.

“Yes! I've had plenty of free time to explore new hobbies since I'm no longer doing what my parents expect of me.”

“I've had enough of this. I'm picking our next stop.” Drake meandered over to the makeshift bar. Emma started to follow when Mara came running up.

“Emma!” she turned to see a hooded figure running towards her. Mara was getting ready to tackle him, but Emma realized it was just a man in a Five kingdoms costume.

“Mara stop!” Mara skid to a halt just before she was going to tackle him. The crowd let out relieved sighs as the man obliviously ran by to a pie station.

“I'm sorry your Grace. He was moving too quickly.” Emma took a deep breath and smiled, reminding herself to stay calm for the people.

“It's okay, Mara. No one got hurt. We're all fine.” Emma said finally joining her friends.

“Drink tasting huh? It's not just Cordonian apple cider and apple juice?” Drake grinned.

“No! One of the ancient kingdoms brewed an ale that was decent. It was called the Skullcracker ale.” Emma raised an eyebrow.

“You want to drink something that has Skullcracker in the name?”

“Their descendants are keeping up the tradition.” Drake took a pint of dark ale and passed out cider to everyone else.

“To making Cordonia proud.” Hana held up her glass and everyone followed suit. The cider was sweet with a sour aftertaste that made Emma want to drink more.

“How's your shoulder, Drake?” Emma asked.

“It's getting better every day.”

“Good. I hope you know how grateful I am Drake. How grateful we all are, Cordonia especially. The country owes you and your family a lot.”

“If you say so, Barnes.”

“You're worth more than all these stuffy nobles combined.” Drake snickered.

“I can think of lots of people who'd disagree with that.”

“Fuck them all, Drake. They're all wrong.”

“Maybe you're right, Barnes.” Drake's lips began to twitch into a smile.

“Of course, she's right Drake! We've finished our drinks though, let's go bob for apples!” Maxwell practically skipped over to the apple bobbing station.

“So, what’s the history behind this? Was there a great famine and the nation survived off of only apples?” Drake snickered at the sarcastic comment.

“Actually, it’s just kind of a national pride thing.” Maxwell shrugged. One by one their friends approached a bucket, except for Maxwell. He shuffled, squatted, and stood, mumbling something to himself about angles.

“What are you doing, Maxwell?”

“The queen to be bobbing for apples, it’s the perfect photo op!” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Not everything has to be about the press Maxwell, you’re starting to sound like Bertrand. Today is about having fun! Come on, try to get an apple!” Emma spotted the perfect apple, a Cordonian Ruby floating near the surface, she leaned in and carefully bit the apple, pulling it up for everyone to see. The crowd cheered, and the press snapped pictures as she took a bite. People finally began to approach the booths, encouraged by the other's participation. Maxwell sat up with an apple in his mouth, beaming.

“I got one!”

“Nice work.” Liam strolled up.

“Are you going to join?” Hana asked.

“Unfortunately, not this time. I’m here to fetch Lady Emma, official business.”

“Right, the press conference.” She wiped the water off her chin and followed Liam to the small podium set up by the entrance to the palace. The press was already waiting, eager to hear what they may have to say. Liam began with his opening remarks about the festival being a symbol of strength and unity, leading right into Emma’s announcement.

“Now. I believe Duchess Emma would like to make an announcement while we are on the topic of unity.” Emma stepped forward to the front of the podium giving Liam a warm smile.

“We would like to announce that despite recent events, King Liam and I will still be moving forward with plans for our wedding. That being said, we are announcing a sort of engagement unity tour. We will be visiting all the noble houses of Cordonia to personally invite them to our wedding which will be taking place at the end of the tour.”

“Trend will also be running an exclusive with their engagement photos and some behind the scenes of the wedding planning.” Ana de Luca added.

“That’s correct, thank you, Ana. I’m sure you all have plenty of questions about the tour.” Reporters near Ana clambered to try and get a first look at the engagement photos when someone finally asked the question that had been on everyone’s mind.

“How safe is Cordonia after the attack on the palace?” Emma and Liam shared a look, she decided to take the question.

“I understand that many of you are still nervous. The royal guard and King Liam are doing everything in their power to prevent another attack and find those responsible.”

“Thank you, Duchess Emma, I’m sure the Cordonian people will feel safer just hearing that.” Liam flashed Emma a grateful smile as the press continued to ask another question, but they were interrupted by the sound of a news alert going off across everyone’s phone. Emma was suddenly reminded of the night the pictures of Tariq in her room leaked, she knew it couldn’t be good.

It was a video from the attackers, they wore the same tactical masks they used the night they attacked the homecoming ball. They accused Liam of being unfit to rule as they felt he was part of an already corrupt family, they demanded that he give up the throne or else there would be blood. The festival around them erupted into chaos. Reporters on their phones with editors, people running around looking for their children, the calm that had settled over the crowd was gone.

“If everyone could please remain calm.” Liam tried to gain control of the crowd, but it was no use, the people were scared, and frankly, so was Emma, but she knew she needed to do something.

“Listen up!” she yelled in her booming New Yorker voice, demanding the attention of everyone, the crowd fell silent.

“Thank you. This video is very disturbing, but I promise that we will do everything we can to find those who are responsible for it.” Liam looked out on the crowd, his face set with determination and anger. No one threatened his people and got away with it.

“What about their demands, King Liam? Are you going to give up the throne?” The question caught Liam off guard.

“What kind of King would he be if he did? Only a weak king would give in to the demands of men who can’t even show their faces when they threaten us. Liam would never allow Cordonia to fall into the hands of such cruel people and you shouldn’t be asking him to.” Liam stepped up alongside Emma.

“Emma is right. I will never give in to the demands of terrorists!”

“Forgive me for asking your Majesty. I’m sure that our readers and all of Cordonia will feel safe, knowing the crown is dealing with this threat.” Liam nodded and they both waved to the crowd, the sound of clapping surprised them. Despite the video that had rattled the attendees, they were reassured by Liam and Emma’s words.

Later that evening, Bertrand came rushing up.

“I saw what happened today. It was a PR miracle.” Emma sighed.

“I’m glad we were able to make the crowd listen and put them at ease, not that it’s done anything for my nerves.”

“We got lucky today, it confirmed what I thought, we need to get you a new press secretary until this is resolved.” Emma rubbed her fingers against her temple, she really didn’t want another person telling her what to do, she’d had enough of that over the past few days.

“I can handle myself, Bertrand. I think today made that very clear, besides, House Beaumont can’t afford it.” Bertrand shook his head.

“It’s a necessary expense Lady Emma, despite how ready you think you are. I have the perfect candidate in mind, but I’ll need to make some phone calls before moving forward. Goodnight Lady Emma.” She sighed and started to head back to her room, it had been a very long day. Before she could get there though she ran smack into Liam.

“Lady Emma.” He nodded.

“Liam.” She started to walk away but stopped.

“I wanted to thank you, for not lecturing me and Drake about the orchard earlier. We really are being careful, I just needed some fresh air and didn’t realize he’d followed me.” Liam sighed and gave her a small smile.

“You handled it well Emma, just please do try to be more careful on the grounds. We can’t have this blowing up in our faces before it’s even started. That being said, you really helped me with the press today, so thank you.” Emma gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Goodnight, Liam.”

“Goodnight, Emma.” She rounded the corner to her room and groaned, she could see a figure lurking in the shadows outside of her door.

“What now?” As she got closer, she realized it was Drake and relaxed.

“Drake. What are you doing here?”

“I figured, you’d had a really long day and maybe you’d want to relax?”

“Does this relaxing involve alone time with you?” Drake mischievously grinned.

“It can.”

“Lead the way.” She followed Drake to an upper level of the palace and into a deluxe bathroom. A deep bathtub, countertops that glittered with gold trim and fresh white towels.

“This is more impressive that my favorite spa in New York.” Drake grinned and began filling the tub with hot water.

“Sometimes it pays to live at the palace. As nice as that outfit looks on you, I think you're overdressed for this occasion.”

“You're one to talk.”

“I came here for a bath Barnes, I'm getting there.”

“Well with your injured shoulder you're moving a little slower, how about I help you out a little bit?”

“I wouldn't mind.” Emma smiled and pushed Drake up against the counter with her body. She started with his shirt, sliding her fingers up his bare chest she pulled the shirt with them, carefully slipping it off without hurting his arm. His bandage still wrapped tightly around his body, she nibbled at the skin on the edges of it. Drake moaned softly and pulled her head up so he could kiss her deeply as he fumbled with her shirt. When she pulled away, she could clearly see the dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't been sleeping well either. She thought about asking him but decided she'd rather enjoy the moment, so she unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down. As she made her way back up, she ran her hand up his leg, to the inside of his thigh before stopping to grab his cock that was starting to get hard. Drake gasped in surprise and Emma let go.

“You like to take a hands-on approach to helping don't you, Barnes?” Emma winked and took a step back to take off her the rest of her clothes.

“Stop. I only think it's fair I return the favor.” Drake started just under her ear, kissing the sensitive skin down her neck and chest until reaching her bra. He expertly unhooked it with one hand and flung it to the side, teasing her nipples with his tongue before continuing his trail of kisses down her stomach. Emma could feel the heat pooling inside her as he kissed above the waistband of her pants. He carefully unbuckled them and began pulling them down. Emma was even more excited, thinking he was going to kiss her clit, but he surprised her by kissing down the inside of things to above just her knee. He stopped, and Emma kicked off her pants, frustrated.

“Is the water ready yet?” Drake knew he had gotten her all riled up, he could tell by her snappy tone. It was payback for all the times she had done it to him. Emma stepped into the water at one side of the tub and Drake in the other. She could feel the tension leaving her muscles as she sat there in the tub with her eyes closed.

“How'd you find this place?”

“I was searching for Liam one time, playing hide and seek, stumbled upon it. After the long day you had, I thought you might want to relax and this seemed like the perfect spot.”

“Thank you, Drake.” Emma slipped her head under the water and when she came up, she reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Let me.” Drake scooted up behind her and began lathering the shampoo into her hair with gentle circles, the roughness of his calloused hands a welcome contrast to his soft touch.

“That feels amazing.” She leaned back against him.

“I'm not always rough, Barnes.” Emma slid back under the water to rinse her hair.

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” Emma just sighed in response.

“Definitely. Except I could do with some more kisses.”

“I can definitely help with that.” Drake spun her around and she straddled him, diving in for a kiss. It was sloppy, Emma's hair sliding down in front of her face. They laughed as Emma pushed it aside.

“Where were we?” Drake grabbed both sides of her face as Emma tangled her fingers in his hair, eliciting a groan from him as she rocked her hips against his.

“You know,” he pulled away breathless, “I was thinking we should pick up where we left off before we got in here.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Drake shifted Emma so he was deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her head back as she began rocking her hips against his, his cock hitting her g-spot every time.

“Barnes.” Drake found his rhythm and began moving in sync with her.

“Yes, Drake.” She could feel herself coming undone, Drake knew it too as she raked her fingernails down his back. He increased his pace.

“Fuck!” Emma screamed in surprise and pleasure. They came together, calling out each other's names. When the waves of pleasure stopped they took a minute to catch their breath.

“That's how you unwind.” Drake's voice cracked as Emma climbed out of the tub. Emma smirked and grabbed a towel.

“I couldn't agree more.” She helped him towel off, careful again not to get too close to his injured shoulder. When she was done, he dried her off and pulled her into his arms.

“It's late. We should get some sleep.” Emma wiggled her arm out of his grip and cupped his cheek in her hand. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes.

“You haven't been sleeping well, have you?” Drake let her go and turned his back, getting dressed.

“Drake, there are circles under your eyes. Talk to me.” He sighed.

“I wake up almost every night in a cold sweat. I keep seeing the gun pointed at you, I jump in front of it but I'm too late. Then I wake up and you're not there, I begin to worry that the nightmare is real.” He squeezed his eyes shut and Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“Drake.” She whispered, grabbing his hand and putting it on her chest over her beating heart. He opened his eyes and she saw his tears.

“I'm alive. I'm here. You saved me.” He kissed her forehead and waited for her to get dressed. They walked to her room in silence and Emma considered telling him about her own nightmares.

“Goodnight Em.” Em. He rarely ever called her that, it was something reserved for just the two of them.

“Drake, wait.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room.

“I have nightmares too. You're lying in my arms, bloody and not moving. I keep trying to wake you up, but it doesn't work. I can never save you. I wake up and I know it's not real, but I can't fall back asleep, it feels too real. Every time I close my eyes, I see you lying there. She latched onto him and breathed in his scent, a strange mix of freshly cut wood and whiskey, she knew that if she asked him to stay with her that he would. She also knew that there'd be consequences, to hell with them she thought. The only way they were going to get any kind of sleep was with each other. The last time she had slept through the night was in Drake's arms at the safehouse.

“What are you saying, Barnes?”

“I'm saying I want you to stay with me tonight and to hell with anyone who has something to say about it.” Drake grinned and watched Emma pat the bed next to her. He climbed on and pulled her as close as possible. He easily fell into a deep sleep to the sound of her even breathing, it didn't stop the nightmares, but he was always able to fall back asleep. Emma didn't wake once, not even when Drake's breathing was ragged against her back. The next morning Emma woke up in Drake's arms and felt well-rested but all the bravado she had about someone finding out what gone. She checked the time and panicked, roughly shaking Drake awake.

“Huh? What?” He sat up abruptly and looked around before he realized it was Emma shaking him.

“Barnes? Where's the fire?” Drake was not a morning person, neither was Emma.

“You need to go!” She whispered jumping off the bed. Drake scowled.

“Morning to you too.” he climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom, Emma groaned and chased after him.

“Drake!” She whispered furiously, knocking on the door. She didn't have to be in there with him to know he was rolling his eyes.

“It was such a nice night, why are you so cranky this morning?” He asked emerging from the bathroom finally. Emma sighed and checked the clock again.

“I'm not!” She snapped and instantly regretted it. “I'm sorry. I had a wonderful night Drake, I slept well. I just need you to go before someone comes to wake me up. We should at least try to make an effort for Liam's sake. She flashed him the same smile that got him, every time.

“Okay Barnes, I see your point. Can I come back tonight? I haven't slept that well in a long time.”

“Only if you don't get us caught!” she stuck her head out the door and glanced down the hall and motioned for Drake that it was safe to go. Drake slipped past her and Emma smacked his butt playfully on the way out. Drake turned around surprised and shook his head, a smile playing at his lips, as Emma winked at him.

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Rewritten: The Royal Romance: Eat. Sleep. Boat. Repeat. (Part 17)

Summary: Riley finds herself a literal fish out of water as she must try to beat Olivia in the Regatta. With her crew gone, can she manage with Maxwell and Drake’s help?

Choices Chapter: Book One, Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: Characters and main storyline from Pixelberry’s Choices.

Word Count: 2300+

Warnings: none

Link to Full Series: Rewritten

Tags: @krsnlove @cora-nova @hopefulmoonobject

Eat. Sleep. Boat. Repeat.

Liam walked me to my gate at the Marina, without a word but a beautiful smile on his face. I blushed as I pushed my hair behind my ears that the breeze had moved. It made me ridiculously happy to have caused him to smile that kind of smile… especially since he seemed to be having such a difficult and confusing day. I was proud of myself, too, for conducting myself so well in front of the press and continuing to trust my gut that Prince Liam of Cordonia could be the one for me.

“Your ride awaits,” Liam said, softly, gesturing towards an impressive looking yacht. Maxwell stood atop the boat, champagne glass in hand, waving. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to Liam. “You’re not coming with me?” I pouted. “You can witness my triumph first hand…” Liam looked deep into my eyes and groaned, “I wish I could, but my place is with the King right now. I’ll witness your victory from there. Good luck, Lady Riley.” Liam reached for my hand and discretely squeezed it. As he walked away, I felt the warmth that he radiated follow him and it took all I had not to go after him. I wanted to jump on his back and kiss his neck until he giggled. Somehow, I didn’t think Bertrand would appreciate such a display. I hauled myself onto the boat and found Drake and Maxwell preparing it to sail. It became startlingly clear that there was no one else on board and that considering the size, we weren’t going to be able to manage to sail it alone. “Drake? What are you doing here? Maxwell, didn’t you leave with Bertrand? And shouldn’t there be other people?... Like an actual crew?” I panicked. “Yeah, Maxwell. What happened?” Drake rolled his eyes, tugging on ropes. “Well,” Maxwell said, turning to me and placing his fingertips together. “I have good news and bad news…” “Tell me the good news first?” I asked. “The good news,” he beamed, “is that you have a crew to man the boat for the race.” “Uh-huh?” I raised an eyebrow. “But the bad news is… we are that crew,” Maxwell slumped. “What happened to the people Bertrand hired?” I scrambled. “Yes… well… our funds being what they are… they dropped out! But not to worry! Drake volunteered to help,” Maxwell slapped him on the back. “Volunteered?” I scoffed. Drake wiped some sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist, “Maxwell begged me.” “I thought I was rather dignified, actually,” Maxwell crossed his arms. Drake looked me dead in the eyes, “practically in tears, actually.” “And you both know how to sail?” I said, returning to the point but finding it difficult to escape Drake’s gaze. “I used to own several boats and Drake is an excellent boatman,” Maxwell said, proudly. “Drake…” I said, still looking at him as he got back to work. “Thank you for doing this.” “Aw shucks, Brooks,” Drake said, almost sarcastically, now refusing to look at me. “Why isn’t Bertrand here? Can we get anyone else to help?” I said, attention back on Maxwell. “Bertrand wasn’t in the best state when I left him,” Maxwell smiled sheepishly. “He was moaning something about the ruin of House Ramsford and the embarrassment, etc. etc. and then he just disappeared off.” “Sounds about right,” I tried to think. “Tariq? He looks like a guy who has a lot of boats?” Drake burst into a laugh so loud that I got a fight. I clutched my chest and giggled at my shock. The thought of Tariq lifting his finger to do anything for himself or to help others did seem quite comical. “It was just a thought,” I shook my head. “I’m sorry to say, Brooks, you’re not going to be cruising around like the other ladies. You’re going to have to do some work to help us win. I hope you’re up for the job,” Drake challenged. I narrowed my eyes at him and cheekily smiled, “only if you can keep up!” He narrowed his eyes back at me, causing my arms to break out in goose bumps, “You’re on, Brooks.” With that, Drake threw the rope he was holding onto the dock, casting us off. Drake and Maxwell, immediately, busied themselves with tasks. Drake unfurled the sail whilst Maxwell began steering the boat to the starting line. I had been on boats before but sail boats were pretty much out of my skill set. I was about to articulate my inadequacy when I noticed we were drawing up alongside two other boats. To my left was Olivia’s boat and to the right Hana’s. Stuck between the literal definitions of good and evil. Hana was resting against the railing of her boat, looking out at the horizon. The sun sparkled across her long hair and I could tell she was enjoying the breeze in the heat. She turned and caught sight of me, staring at her, and broke into a beautiful smile. “Good luck to you both!” Hana yelled, waving at me. Both? I turned and spotted Olivia sat on a plush deck chair, reading a magazine and a champagne glass in her hand. She looked as though she had been born and raised on an expensive yacht. Her eyes had a fire behind them. She wanted this win. “I don’t need luck,” she called back. “I know I’m going to win! I hope you both like losing!” I bit my lip and turned to Maxwell, “how do we win this thing?” “We need you to focus on this,” Maxwell led me over and began explaining the method behind steering a sail boat.

A very brief, and not extensive enough, lesson later, King Constantine stood on another elevated platform near the starting line with Prince Liam and the Queen. The boats looked beautiful, all in a line with every colour you could imagine soaking the sails that were set to be unfurled. It was the perfect weather for sailing, as Maxwell had explained, with the sun beating down but a strong enough breeze to make us feel like we were flying. The salty air felt refreshing and my competitive side was braced for a win. I rubbed my hands together, my nervous energy needing to get out. The King raised the starting pistol above his head. Everyone held their breath. “Racers,” King Constantine said, steadily, “Ready!” “Here we go,” I heard Drake mutter under his breath. There was an excitement about him that I hadn’t seen since our race down the mountain; which was strange since he had been dragged into this by Maxwell. Taking part in this race surely couldn’t be something Drake wanted to do… but yet I could see something in him. He felt like he belonged here, for once, because he had the skills necessary not only to fit in but really be a part of it. Plus, with his hatred of Olivia, he was surely looking forward to knocking her smug grin off her face if we won. The King pulled the trigger and I let out a small yelp. Drake let the ship’s sails unfurl fully again and the wind, suddenly, grabbed us and sent us flying out onto the open water. I felt myself smile as the wind pushed my hair behind me. It was the freest I had felt in a long time but now was not the time for complacency. I needed to win. Olivia had taken an early lead and I could only imagine her glee as she sipped on her expensive champagne, commanding her crew. Drake and Maxwell bustled around the boat, quiet and focused on their jobs. The wind picked up and I felt our boat propel forward towards Olivia. “Hold it steady,” Drake announced over the sound of the waves and wind. Maxwell rushed over and handed a rope to me, “tie this down! We need to hold the sail in place.” I took the line from him and secured it as strongly as I could to the notch in the decking. I didn’t know any fancy knots but I’d untangled enough cheap jewellery to know how to keep the rope secure. I turned my attention back to the water and noticed a buoy floating in the distance. Maxwell spotted it too, “That’s the halfway point! We just have to turn around the buoy and head back to the starting line!” “We’re coming in too fast!” Drake yelled from the front of the ship. “Brace yourselves!” The boat made a hard turn, almost turning vertical as we cut around the buoy. I held on tight to the railing, my knuckles turning white. Maybe I wasn’t such a fan of this after all. It would be terribly unladylike if I toppled off the boat and had to be rescued from the water. Were sharks native to the waters of Cordonia? The boat steadied out and I looked ahead to the finish line. “Wind’s picking up in our favour!” Maxwell said giddily. “Brooks! Secure the jib,” Drake yelled at me. “And that means to….? And, also, where’s my please?” I yelled back. “Catch the wind coming from behind us! And no time for please,” Drake said, exasperated. That wasn’t enough information to be helpful but I needed to work it out. We were neck and neck with Olivia. I hurried to the front of the boat to redirect the sail into the wind. I uncoiled a rope and pulled it across the deck, swinging the boom round. I ducked under it and secured the rope. The sail stretched as it caught the wind and the boat lurched forward. Maybe I wasn’t as useless as I thought. We overtook Olivia and I heard her let out a shrill scream as we crossed the finish line in first place. I threw my hands in the air in triumph, “We did it!” “Woohoo!!!” Maxwell yelled as the crowd in the marina began to cheer. Drake walked up beside me, the happiest smile I had ever seen on his face. He was rather handsome when he bothered to even half smile but this was something. His smile was infectious and I could feel happiness oozing from him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “You really pulled through for us, Brooks,” he said. It felt strangely natural to be tucked into his shoulder. It felt weird to admit to myself how much I liked it. He smelt good even through the layer of sweat he had worked up sailing. “I’d appreciate a please next time,” I teased. “Noted,” he said, patting me on the back and returning to his sailing duties with Maxwell. I looked up to the platform and spotted King Constantine and Prince Liam applauding our victory. Liam was clapping so loudly I was sure it must have been hurting his hands and I could tell that he was proud of me. I suddenly noticed just how happy I was. I hadn’t been this happy in years. I felt like I was thriving in a way I had never expected to and surrounded by some of the most incredible people I had ever met. I felt my eyes welling up with happy tears and quickly hid my face from the crowd in case any of the cameras caught me.

Once our boat was docked back in the harbour. I, and all the other ladies who had taken part in the Regatta, disembarked. King Constantine and Prince Liam waited to greet each me, as winner of the race. Still high off the adrenaline and happiness from the race, I tried to turn my goofy grin into a dignified smile. “Congratulations, Lady Riley,” King Constantine said as I curtsied. “That was some impressive sailing out there… and with such a small crew!” “I can’t take all the credit, Your Highness… just most of it,” I teased. The King laughed and he elbowed Liam, “This girl has a sense of humour, Liam.” “I know, Father,” Liam replied, pride radiating from him. “Lady Riley. I commend you and your crew. Please enjoy the rest of the festivities,” the King said, bowing his head in respect. The King turned to one of the ladies beside me, giving Liam and I a moment of privacy. Liam took my hand and gently kissed it, “I wish we could stay and chat more, but the official races are about to begin, and we need to head to our places.” “My place is beside you,” I giggled, raising an eyebrow. “Unfortunately, you’re not allowed in the booth. You’ll have to settle for mingling with the other ladies on the Nevrakis yacht,” Liam replied. “Olivia’s yacht?” I groaned. I could imagine nothing worse than having to spend time on vengeful Olivia’s boat, having just beaten her. I could only imagine the verbal beating and public embarrassment she was already concocting for me. Could we not skip ahead to the beach party Maxwell had been talking about? “I know you two don’t get along… but the party she hosts should be fun. Perhaps you and Hana can keep each other company,” he said, concern in his voice. A fanfare of trumpets erupted, announcing the start of the next race. “I think that’s your cue,” I gave Liam a sneaky kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be fine.” Liam bowed to me before racing towards the royal booth. Pretending that I was fine all the time in my current surroundings to stop Liam worrying was starting to become exhausting. i really wanted to just head back to the palace and have some time alone without everyone watching, and judging, my every move. Hana came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her head on my shoulder. “Thank goodness!” I said, leaning my head against hers. “You’re going to Olivia’s boat party, aren’t you?” Hana let go of me and I turned to face her as she said, “I won’t be there, sadly. My parents accepted an invitation for me on another boat. It’s very exclusive but will be filled with the worst, stuffy nobles.” I groaned, “I guess I’ll see you after the races then?” “I guess. Try to have a good time,” she said. “You too,” I waved as she walked away.

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