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[rosesnink]

Meet Brienne

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Full Name: Brienne Elindae Nagoni

Meaning behind the name: Brienne- Beauty

Birthday: 12th of January, ????

Status: Alive

Nickname: The Hero of Morella, the Hero of Riverbend, kit, landrat

Age: 24

Parents: Unknown

Sibling(s): Kade of Riverbend

Further Family: Devana Nagoni (aunt) Clan Nagoni

How old they appear: Mid-twenties

Weight: 110 kg

Height: 1.96m

Skin Type: Green

Religion: Spiritualistic

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair color and lenght: Jet black, down till her shoulders and in small braids

Taste in clothes: Brienne dresses comfortably and for battle, although she loves revealing clothes and tasteful lingerie

Music: Brienne has a bawdy taste in music due to her simple upbringing in Riverbend, enjoying sailor's songs

Good habits: Kind, humorous, incredibly strong, brave and good-natured

Bad habits: Stubborn, self-sacrificing and too trusting

Guilty pleasure: NA

Hobbies: Practising fighting skills, reading and exploring new places

Deepest fears: Losing Kade or Nia again

Love Interest: Nia Ellarious (main) Tyril Starfury (Uluvali), Aerin Valleros and Princess Valax of the Ash Empire

Child(ren): None (yet)

Actual Residence: Brienne is a nomad, always moving places where the next adventure is

Allies: King Arlan Valleros, House Starfury, the people of Riverbend, the Temple of Whitetower, Willow the fae, Valor Nightbloom ( @oh-so-youre-a-nerd )

Enemies: The Dreadlord (dead) the Ash Empress (dead)

Goals: Become a renowned hero

BACKSTORY

Brienne was just a baby when Kade's parents took her in. She never knew her mother or father, and nobody from her birth family ever asked for her. She and Kade grew up together, Brienne working on different jobs across Riverbend to keep the family afloat and keeping Kade alive by paying the doctor.

Their whole family save Brienne caught a deadly flu, and although Kade survived, their parents did not. Kade was only fifteen, and only knew how to tell stories, so it was up to Brienne to be the breadwinner. She started by moving around heavy stuff for all of the village, as well as helping with rogue animals by fighting them with her incredible strenght and scaring off thieves and rogues who tried to take advantage of the lesser people of Riverbend.

One day, during an escapade of the pub for not paying their gold, Brienne ran into an adventurer and a priestess, and her life changed forevermore.

DURING THE SERIES

What started as a fun adventure, soon unravelled a plot from the Shadow Court to take over the Realm of Light. The worst part? Kade had been trapped in there, and Brienne was compelled to do anything in her hand to take him back, starting by collecting all the Onyx Shards and taking them to Whitetower to purify them.

She first recruited the rogue adventurer, Mal Volari, and the Priestess of the Light, the beautiful and powerful Nia Ellarious. She felt drawn to the last one, and soon the feline nesper Threep joined forces with his insatiable knowledge... and hunger.

Exploring all of Morella and facing threats, they recruited the lonely and prickly elf, Tyril Starfury, to their crew and soon started collecting more shards... and making more enemies on the way, and adding a few crimes to their list.

During a fight gone wrong with the orcs and grobtars, they recruited Imtura Tal Kaelen, soon known as the daughter of Ventra Tal Kaelen, who had united the orcs as a whole and founded Flotilla, the long lost home of Brienne. She had mixed feelings about her own kind, finding their good and bad deeds, and soon she started to have feelings... for several people, but the strongest connection was towards Nia, although she was drawn to Tyril as well, and had a wild night or two with Imtura, seeking to feel seen by one of her kind.

During their journey through the Deadwood, they came across the Valleros princes, Baldur and Aerin. She found Baldur rude, cruel and overly gross and a major asshole, but Aerin's sweetness and mysterious and kind nature drew her towards him in a different way. Spending quality time, they parted ways as he returned to Whitetower and she, to Undermount, where they faced against Duchess Xenia, who had impersonated Tyril's estranged best friend, Kaya Druskaven.

The fight was cathartic for Tyril, and he and Brienne came close, and the journey took them to Whitetower, where they savoured their last night as mere adventurers, and, with hope in her heart, they marched onto the Temple of Light... only to find out the terrible prize to purify the shards!

Horrified, but determined, the gang, especially Nia, fought against High Priest Solerne and got out of there, seeking Prince Aerin's knowledge... only to be betrayed by him in the last second, discovering that he had been working with the Dreadlord all along! Taking Nia hostage, Brienne set herself: she'd get her out of there, as well as Kade, dead or alive, but she would. And she did, beating Baron Vostrasz and other Shadow lackeys, acquiring a new nesper along the way and facing off against what was left of the Shadow Court in the final battle... that turned out fatally, for the Dreadlord successfully possessed Nia, and Brienne had to kill her with a Blade of Light in order to get him out.

Her grief did not last long, though, for she woke up from such death and got out of there, being honoured as the Heroes of Morella, and Brienne and Nia promised one another to seek out better uses for Nia's talent. With a new horizon, and much to think about the future, they stayed the night at the royal castle.

However, during her lap of victory, her time was cut short as she was forcibly taken by a powerful woman who identified herself as Princess Valax of the Ash Empire, who had discovered that Brienne was a realm-walker and wished to kill her and use her special blood to take over the Realm of Light.

Despite being tired and worn out of the experiments she had made on her. A new friend appeared, of the name of The Watcher, who'd help her on her journey as a realm-walker. She successfully got out... only to find out she had been gone for a year!

Hellbent on getting her family back, she regrouped with her friends and, after the pleseantries of her comeback, and an attack of Valax vanquished for now, her new task was afoot: close the rifts from the Realm of Light so balance could be restored. Aerin, whom Brienne had captured, joined them due to his sage knowledge, and the two became close despite Brienne's still anger of his betrayal, but there was something about him that couldn't keep her away from him, even if she should.

Back on the Shadow Realm after closing the rift, fighting off gruesome monsters, they found the counterpart of the Deadwood... the Whimsywood, where the Fae had been living all along! What first seemed like an easy task, the courtiers of the Dreadlord that had escaped the battle almost crushed the mission, but, on the final moment, Brienne convinced them to be on their side and helped fend off once again Valax, who was incredibly hell-bent on killing off Brienne and use her blood for her mother's purpose. Closing the rift, they parted to Riverbend, where Brienne found out that she was now revered as a hero of her people. She spent the night in her hometown, where she got intimate with Imtura and Aerin and got closer to Nia and Tyril. However, the fact that Aerin had left after their magical night hurt her, but she had no option but to carry on.

The next stop to the rift was the dwarf town, Zaradun, where she found out a new world underneath the sand, where she was unfortunately thrown to jail. However, a new friend arose: Cherta, a rebellious dwarf who she made a deal with: helping her on each other's quests. However, the dwarven crypts were dangerous and impredicible, and they almost died fighting off Ancients. It didn't help that Cherta's plan failed miserably when her grandmother turned into a terrible monster.

During the fight, they discovered that the elves mixed shadow and light magic, which they called true magic. This set off Tyril, her Dinvalir then, who had a faith crisis. She comforted him and both set to learn more about the Old Gods and how to stop Valax and the Ash Empress.

While trying to seal the rift in Zaradun, Valax found Brienne and dragged her and her group to the Shadow Realm. During the fight against her, Nia finally gave into her Shadow self and binded Brienne and Valax together, avoiding Valax hurting her. Now, the next rift was in Shroudwatch, and they'd have to journey long there.

They stopped in Ironbreach, a Shadow version of Riverbend, where they met the Ashen people and helped out the struggling villagers. While trying to save an Ashen child from drowning, Brienne was dragged by the current and Valax saved her, and both had to shelter from the storm, where they shared their first kiss and adopted a baby Owlbear, named Wallace. After the storm, they reunited with the crew and set for Shroudwatch. They infiltrated Lord Kerrigan's ball, which the Ash Empress also attended. Trying to seal the rift alongside the Watcher, Valax turned on them and a battle once again ensued, where the Watcher was killed and his powers passed to Valax. When the Empress was about to kill Brienne, Valax opened a portal back to the light realm, where they sailed to Flotilla with an old friend. There, they found themselves in the midst of Ventra Tal Kaelen's funeral.

Imtura quickly dissolved the monarchy and created the unified clans, and during the party, Brienne met her aunt Devana Nagoni and found out more about her mother, and why they died. They gathered the orc army and set for Whitetower, where the final discoverment was made: the Ash Empress was the Mother of Grey, who had been wronged by Nifara.

Gathering the last allies wasn't easy. Brienne and Mal went to the Thieves' Guild to recruit the Reapers. It almost ended up in blood, but Brienne and Mal made it out alive.

Now with an army on her back, they set camp for the upcoming battle. Her former companions showed up...including Aerin, whom she was pissed with. But nevertheless, she spent the night with Nia, Tyril, Aerin and Valax. During that night, she declared her love for Nia and Tyril and decided that, should this end well, she'd figure out how to be with both Nia and Tyril.

The battle wasn't easy, but she finally swaded Valax to her side and, after a long battle, they defeated the Ash Empress thanks to Valax's valiant effort. But there was one last thing to do: the last rift. She decided to bind both worlds together again, light and shadow becoming one once again.

It wasn't an easy transition, for many damages had been done, but eventually, everyone came around with Brienne and her friends' help. She did damage control in Port Parnassus, adventuring with Tyril and Mal, help Aerin in the Whimsywood, support Imtura's sailing adventures, help Nia with the temple and the old king, and better the lifestyle in Ironbreach and Shroudwatch.

She was not aware of what would come next.

AFTER THE SERIES

[WILL ADD AN 'EPILOGUE' WHEN THE SERIES ENDS]

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[erixadraws]

Forgive me…

You cradle Nia in your arms, but she lies still and cold. The wound in her chest is deep, its edges charred from the blades heat.

[tessa-liam]

Chance of a Lifetime

Chance of a Lifetime 

Thank you @kyra75 for your ask -- prompt #2, Rainy/Snow Day for @choicesprompts -- Flufftober event! 

Choices Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2 -- timeline/the engagement tour in Paris 

Pairing:               Liam Rys x Riley Brooks (F!MC) 

Rating:                mature 

Category:           fluff, one-shot, ask/prompt 

Words:                 2.4K, with sprinkles of Canon

A/N1: not Beta'd, please excuse all errors. 

AN2: my submission for@choicesmonthlychallenge Prompts: pets/holding hands/laughter 

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Stretching her arms over her head, Riley slowly opened one eye as she heard the familiar knock on her cabin door. The morning sun shone through the train window and across her bed. She softly smiled and swung her legs over the side, her feet touching the cool floor. She yawned and walked over to the door, pulling it open. 

"Rise and shine, queen-to-be!" Maxwell Beaumont was his usual jubilant self. "Did you sleep well, little blossom? I brought you some breakfast!" 

The rich aroma of medium roast coffee hit her senses while Chance jumped up excitedly at the smell of pancakes and bacon. ‘Arf ... Arf ...’ 

“Ah, yes. My entrance is welcomed by the corgi choir." 

"That smells amazing. Thank you soooo much, Max." 

"You are very welcome, Your Majesty," Maxwell winked, giving a little bow and grinning at her. "You'd better hurry and get ready." 

The Royal court was in Paris, France; today's event ... the Royal tea party.

Riley took the tray from Maxwell, and Chance sat at her feet. "Good morning, little pup," Maxwell cooed, as Chance happily accepted a pet and scratch behind his ears. 

"So, are you ready for afternoon tea with the former queen?" Maxwell asked. 

"Yeah, I guess. She's not exactly my favorite person, but... I'm still curious." 

"She's a formidable woman," Maxwell shuddered. 

"But on the bright side, this could be the perfect opportunity to corner her about her involvement with the scandal and get your answers!" 

"I hope you're right," Riley sighed, slipping Chance a small piece of bacon.  

"At a public event, she'll be caught off guard! She won't be able to run off or dodge you."  Max added.

"And if she's not forthcoming, we might be able to do a little digging with the other nobles at the tea party." 

"That's the spirit!" Maxwell grinned. "If you ever need a little extra confidence, you know who to call." 

"Yes. Thank you for everything, Max." 

"Of course. But first, get ready for the day! We don't want to be late!" 

‘Arf!’ Chance barked, agreeing with him. 

"Can Chance come?" Riley wondered aloud. 

"I wish he could, but the venue doesn't allow pets. I'll bring him along to the duchy later, though." 

"Okay, that's good, thanks, Max." 

"Now, go and get ready. Don't worry about a thing. I've got the corgis covered. See you at the tea party!" Maxwell gave Riley a mock salute before he closed her door behind him. 

After finishing her breakfast and a quick shower, Riley pulled out a gorgeous light blush dress with a delicate floral print. She applied her makeup, dried her hair, then snapped a gold barrette into place. 

She stepped out of the train and went into the waiting limousine. After a short drive, Riley arrived at the extravagant tea party at an uptown Parisian hotel. It was a beautiful spring day, and the hotel was decorated with the finest flower arrangements. 

Riley entered the formal tearoom; hearing soft, elegant music and people's chatter. The room was decorated with luxurious chandeliers and intricate floral arrangements. Tables were covered with fine linen tablecloths, and chairs were upholstered in plush velvet. A small orchestra was playing softly in the corner, and servers were carrying trays laden with exquisite tea sets and delicious-looking cakes. Riley recognized a few ladies and gentlemen from the court, but everyone else was a mystery. 

She spotted Madeleine and Hana chatting at the far end of the hall. As she approached, Madeleine spotted her and quickly ended the conversation with Hana. 

"Lady Riley, its good of you to join us."  

"This is lovely; I am drowning in ruffles," Riley quipped. 

"I'm afraid that's one of the finer points of an elegant event like this one. To be honest, I wouldn't expect you to appreciate it lady Riley, so don't strain yourself." 

"Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Riley countered, rolling her eyes. 

"Well, do try to enjoy yourself." Madeleine sauntered off before Riley could say anything else. 

"Wow. That was... nice." Riley responded sarcastically under her breath. Stepping to the side, trying to read the place cards, she bumped into someone. 

"Well, hello. What a pleasure to see you here, Lady Riley. You look stunning, as always." Liam smiled, expressing tenderness as he kissed her cheek.

"Liam! Thank you. It's great to see you, too! I didn't think you'd be here." 

"My schedule's been quite busy lately. I am only here to make the opening remarks. I was actually hoping to spend some time with you after this event." 

"That would be wonderful." Riley answered, delightedly. 

"It's been too long. I'd love to hear how you're doing." 

"Liam, ...wishing I could kiss you right now." 

"Lady ... Riley you shouldn't say such things." Liam murmered as he looked at her hungrily, his eyes sweeping over her face. 

"Maybe I'm hoping you'll get a little reckless."  Riley whispered.

“Maxwell mentioned that you recently adopted a puppy.” 

Riley’s eyes lit up, a smile tugging at her lips. 

"Oh, yeah, his name is Chance. He's a little ball of orange and white fluff. He was lost when Maxwell found him.” 

"That sounds wonderful. I'm glad you're enjoying his company." 

"He's a really good boy. He's so friendly and happy. He loves to play, and he's really good at fetching." 

"I can't wait to meet him. Maybe I'll even steal him from you," Liam teased. 

"You can try, but I'm pretty sure he'd choose me," Riley shot back, her eyes sparkling with mirth. 

"I would love to meet him sometime. In fact, we could spend the afternoon together at the park."  

"That sounds lovely." 

Noticing dignitaries walking towards them, behind Riley, Liam sighs regrettedly,

"I fear our time alone is coming to an end ... I better greet these guests. But, please wait for me. I don't want to delay any longer to spend some time with you. Let's go after the tea party." 

"Okay."  Riley beamed

"There's a break in the tour schedule tonight so I can slip out for the night. See you later?" Liam looked at her pleadingly. 

"Yes, Liam ... later." 

Riley felt the heat rise in her cheeks and butterflies in her stomach as Liam kissed her cheek, letting his lips linger on her cheek.   

 Squeezing her hand, Liam turned away to greet the nobles.  

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Placing the linen table napkin on her lap, Riley’s attention was pulled to the sound of Madeleine's voice as she stepped in front of a microphone on the dais. As she begins her formal address to the court, Olivia slid into the chair next to Riley. 

“I never liked her.” 

“You don't like anyone, Liv.” 

“True, but I especially dislike her.” 

“Oh, dear, let's get something to drink.” Hana responds trying to change the subject of conversation. 

“Of course, let's engage in frivolous social conversation and engage in witty banter.” Olivia snidely responds. Her mood quickly turning despondent as she watched the King address the room. 

Riley noticed her abrupt change in mood as her expression shifted to sadness as she watched Liam across the room. 

“Olivia, are you okay?” Riley asked in a whisper as Olivia shakes her head, “No ... he's engaged to Madeleine and in love with you ... I can't help how I feel about him, can I?” 

"Olivia, I think --"

Abruptly standing up from the table, “at least I still have my pride. Just let me leave with it.” 

Olivia walked out without looking back. Hana watched her leave with a concerned look on her face. “I wonder what that was about.” 

Riley bit her lip as she turned her gaze to regard Hana.

“I hope she's able to sort things out. She's been through so much."

"Speaking of which ... how are you doing, Riley?” 

“I'm holding up okay,”  Riley sighed, seeing the opportunity to talk to Queen Regina.

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After a disappointing conversation with the queen mother, and later, saying goodbye to Hana ...

Riley looked up to see Liam waiting for her at the front entrance, appearing eager to spend some time together.

Riley couldn't help but smile as she approached him.

"Your Majesty," she dipped into a small curtsy, smiling coyly.

"Lady Riley," Liam greeted her, a smile lighting up his face.

As he escorted Riley to his SUV, Liam leaned close and softly spoke,

"we'll be having company." Liam chuckled at her confused look, as the sliding passenger door opened. 

Riley peeked inside and saw a fluffy ball of orange and white fur curled up on the back seat. "Chance!" 

Chance's ears perked up at the sound of her voice. He jumped out of the car, barking happily. He jumped around her, wagging his tail so fast that his entire butt shook. 

Riley laughed, dropping to her knees. Chance jumped into her lap, licking her face. 

Liam grinned. "Looks like he missed you."

"Aw, I missed you, too."

Arriving at a Parisian dog park, the crisp autumn air filled Riley's lungs as she breathed deeply. Puffy, white and gray clouds were overhead, and the trees were ablaze with red, orange and yellow around you.

Riley and Liam walked hand-in-hand, Chance trotting ahead of them. The leaves crunched under their feet, and the sounds of children playing nearby filled the air. 

"It's such a beautiful day," Riley remarked, looking around. 

"It is," Liam agreed. "Autumn is my favorite season. I love the changing colors of the leaves, and the way the air feels chilled." 

Riley looked over at Liam, admiring the way his blue eyes shone in the sunlight. "I love the way you see the world, Liam." 

"Likewise. You make me want to see everything in a new light." 

They continued walking, taking in the beauty of the park. Chance ran ahead, chasing birds and squirrels. 

As they rounded a bend, Riley spotted a man and his dog. She watched as the man tossed a ball, and the dog darted after it. The dog returned, the ball in his mouth, and the man pet him lovingly. 

"That's what I want," Riley said suddenly. "To have a relationship with Chance like that." 

"You will," Liam assured her. "Chance loves you, and you're already doing a great job with him. You're a natural." 

As they reached the center of the park, Riley looked up. The sky was now darker; the sun hidden by the clouds.

"I wish we could just stay here, in this moment," Riley breathed. "It's perfect." 

"It is." Liam gazed into her eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. 

Riley leaned closer, and Liam closed the distance between them. Their lips met, and Riley felt her heart flutter. Liam's lips were soft and warm, and Riley sighed contentedly. 

The moment was interrupted by the sudden downpour of rain. Riley squealed and grabbed Liam's arm. 

"Let's get under the gazebo," Liam chuckled, bending down to pick up Chance.

They ran to the shelter of the gazebo, laughing and wiping the rain from their faces. 

"Well, that was unexpected," Riley giggled. 

"I'll say," Liam laughed. 

Riley wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate. 

They stayed under the gazebo, kissing, as the rain fell around them. It was a perfect moment, and Riley never wanted it to end. 

"Lady Riley," Liam breathed. 

"Hmm?" 

"You're getting wet." 

"I am." 

"And you don't even seem to care." 

"I don't." 

Liam laughed, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?" 

"I can think of a few things," Riley grinned, kissing him again. 

Liam returned the kiss fervently, wrapping his arms around her tightly. They stayed under the gazebo, the rain pouring down around them, lost in each other. 

They pulled apart reluctantly as Chance barked and ran onto the grass and runs quickly back over to them, with a ball in his mouth. 

"It seems he's ready for a game of fetch," Liam chuckled. 

"I'm ready, too," Riley said, winking at Liam. 

"Let's play." 

Riley tossed the ball for Chance, and they both laughed as they joined the chase, returning to the downpour outside of the gazebo.

Riley giggled as she spun around, her arms extended. Liam grabbed her hands and pulled her close, the rain dripping from their hair.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Liam stroked her cheek and gently moved her hair behind her ear.

Riley's breath caught in her throat.. She didn't know what to say.

"Liam," she whispered.

Liam leaned down, his lips brushing hers. Riley's heart raced, and she kissed him back, the rain falling around them. Liam's hands were warm on her back, and she pressed herself closer to him, deepening the kiss.

It was the most perfect moment Riley could have imagined. She didn't want it to end.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the park. The rain had stopped, and the air smelled fresh and clean. Riley and Liam were walking hand-in-hand, Chance trotting along beside them. 

"Today was wonderful," Riley said. "Thank you, Liam." 

"I should be the one thanking you," Liam replied. "You've brought so much happiness into my life." 

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, Liam," Riley said, smiling up at him. 

Liam leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Riley's heart fluttered, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

"I want to show you something," Liam murmured, breaking the kiss. 

"What is it?" 

"Come on." Liam took her hand and led her down a path, Chance following close behind. 

"Where are we going?" Riley asked, her curiosity piqued. 

"It's a surprise." Liam grinned, and Riley's heart skipped a beat. 

They walked through the park, the sunset painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. Riley could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, and the streets of Paris were bustling with activity. 

"Close your eyes," Liam said. 

"Okay." Riley did as he asked, trusting him completely. 

"Now, take my hand and step forward." 

Liam's hand was warm and strong, and he guided her carefully. After a few steps, he stopped. 

"Can I open my eyes?" 

"Not yet," Liam chuckled.

Riley waited patiently, the anticipation building. 

"Okay," Liam said. "Open your eyes." 

Riley opened her eyes, and gasped. They were standing at the edge of the lake, and the water reflected the sky perfectly. The colors were vibrant, and the Eiffel Tower was lit up, casting a golden glow over everything. 

Riley's hand was warm in his. Liam glanced at her and smiled. They were walking through the park, the stars twinkling above. Chance was trotting alongside them, his tongue hanging out. 

"It's such a beautiful night," Riley remarked, looking up at the sky. 

"It is," Liam agreed. "Though I am a bit hungry." 

"I'm starving," Riley laughed. "All that exercise has me worked up an appetite." 

"Let's head back to the train, then." Liam started leading them towards the edge of the park. 

"Oh, no, you don't," Riley teased, tugging him back. "I have a better idea." 

"What's that?" 

"Let's grab some food first and then bring it back to the train." 

"Sounds like a plan," Liam grinned. 

"There's a little café not far from here. We could get something to go." 

"Perfect." 

"C'mon, Chance," Riley called. "You're eating too!"

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[cariantha]

Sweet December

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 (post-attack) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Fluff, Christmas Word count: 1K Summary: Ethan eavesdrops on a conversation between Sawyer and her best friend. A/N: This fic was inspired by this Instagram reel and a little “Caption This” fun with a friend. It was meant to be an angsty fic, but then I listened to Sweet December by Brett Eldridge and Kelly Clarkson and changed directions. Merry Christmas!🎄

Events/Prompts: Participating in Winter Holidays 2024 hosted by @choicesholidays | Cuddling by the fireplace

With plans to spend their day off together, Ethan insisted that Sawyer come to his after her late-night shift at the hospital. The apartment was dark except for the glow of his bedside lamps, drawing attention away from the living room and the surprise he had set up for his girl. 

The tactic worked. An exhausted Sawyer entered the quiet apartment well after midnight and headed straight for the bedroom like a moth to the flame. After a quick kiss and a much-needed shower, she draped herself over Ethan’s body like a blanket and passed out within minutes. 

It was mid-morning when Sawyer padded into the kitchen, still a little groggy, with her phone pressed to her ear. Finding no evidence of Ethan's morning coffee, she assumed he was still at the gym, which was his usual weekend routine. 

“That sounds like so much fun. I’ve always wanted to visit New York during Christmas time…” Sawyer told the person on the other end of the line. “Maybe next year.”

When she put the phone on speaker so she could start the coffee, her best friend’s voice filled the room. 

“What about you? Are you going home to Arizona for Christmas?” Christian asked. 

“No. I love my family and know they are concerned, but they have been so overbearing that I’ve started dodging their calls,” she confessed. 

“Oof.” 

“I know,” Sawyer grimaced guiltily, “and I know they mean well, but I just need time to process things on my own. I can’t take any more time off, anyway. I just got back to work and need to catch up on my clinic hours. Besides, I’m looking forward to experiencing a Christmas like in the movies. You know, someplace cold enough that it snows, and you can cozy up by the fire and drink hot chocolate."

“Will you spend Christmas with Ethan, then?”   

From the living room, Ethan watched as Sawyer shrugged her shoulders. He’d been listening to their conversation while he lounged in front of the fireplace, waiting for her to turn around and notice him. 

"I don't want to assume, but I hope so," Sawyer answered softly, then sighed deeply. "God, Christian, I know it sounds so corny, but when I start feeling all upside down, he turns me right around."

"Awww..."

Ethan continued to watch and listen as she tinkered with the coffee machine. 

"We’re both working on Christmas, but a wintery night cuddling by the fire like we had at Dagger Mountain would be amazing. As for anything else, I think Ethan’s more the ‘spirit of Christmas’ type than the ‘holiday spirit’ type. Last year, when I came over to help with Naveen's case, I brought him one of those potted tabletop trees from the hospital gift shop because he didn't have a tree or a wreath or anything. It made me sad for him."  

Ethan raised his brows in surprise, then looked to the corner of the room where, the night before, he set a five-foot balsam fir into a tree stand. Boxes of ornaments and garland that the doorman helped carry into the apartment sat on the floor nearby.  

Christian chuckled. “You sound like Cindy Lou Who talking about the Grinch. Girl, he's been a bachelor for a long time. Guys don't care about that shit. Sam wouldn't bother either if it weren't for the boys."

"Yeah, I guess you’re right." 

A loud pop from the living room made Sawyer jump. She quickly spun around to find Ethan reclined in front of the fireplace. Christian’s voice faded into the background as Sawyer's senses awakened with the warmth of the roaring fire. The smell of fresh pine needles. The twinkling of white lights in the corner. The soft crooning of Bing Crosby’s “Silver Bells.” The taste of creamy chocolate and peppermint from the cup that Ethan walked over and offered her. 

“Sawyer? Hellooo… did I lose you?” 

Reaching for her phone, she apologized to her friend. “Sorry about that, um, Ethan just surprised me… Can I call you back later?” 

“Of course! I should go anyway. I think Sam and the boys are ready to leave for the ice rink.”

“Have fun and send me pics. Love you.”

“Love you, too, babe.”

Sawyer ended the call and set her phone aside. “Hi,” she greeted, standing on her tiptoes. 

“Morning,” Ethan answered, bending down to meet her halfway for a tender kiss. 

Gesturing to the living room, “What’s all this?”

“Since you're not going home for Christmas, I thought we could celebrate together. Here.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he confirmed with a peck to her lips.

“I’d love that...” she blushed with embarrassment, “as you probably heard.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked at the glowing tree. “You bought a real tree?”

“Given your family’s Christmas tree business, I knew anything else would be considered sacrilege.”

She smiled up at him. “You remembered that?” 

“When it comes to you, I remember everything.”

Pressing herself tighter against him, Sawyer rested her cheek on his chest. “It’s so cozy in here. And look! It’s snowing outside.” Sawyer moved to sit on the sofa, tugging the sleeve of Ethan’s robe to get him to follow. “Come cuddle with me.”

Ethan sat, draping an arm over her shoulder, tucking her into his side. But just as they got comfortable, Ethan moved to stand up. 

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot,” he started, “I bought one of those big fluffy blankets you said I needed for cuddling on the couch. It’s in the hall closet.”

Sawyer smiled so big. “You are so sweet sometimes.”

“Sweet?! Uh-oh, my reputation for being a Grinch is in jeopardy.”

Reminded again that he heard every word of her conversation, she scowled at him. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to eavesdrop? You could have cleared your throat or something.”

Ethan winked, letting her know there was nothing to worry about. “Let me grab the blanket.”

“No,” she demanded, catching his hand before he walked away. Lying back, she pulled him down and on top of her. “A blanket’s good, but you’re even better.”

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December MC of the Month: Beatrice Howard Foredale

Please welcome December 2024's MC of the Month: @princess-geek's Beatrice Howard Foredale from Desire & Decorum.

Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

Learn more about Beatrice below.

1- In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

I love how spontaneous she is and how intense her feelings are.

2- Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I feel that Beatrice is an alternative version of myself, almost an alter ego. We both have brown hair, light skin colour and brown eyes, however, I confess I put some fairy dust on her to make her prettier.

I projected on her some of my ambitions, skills, qualities, and flaws as well. We both share a passion for writing, reading and photography (even though she's much better at it than me). She and I like the same colour palette (pink and gold). Beatrice gets my dream job (being a journalist and writer), and she can do three things that I would love to know how to do very well: ride a horse, dance and handle a sword.

The major flaw we share is stubbornness. Nevertheless, there is something (which will be evident later in the narrative) that sets us apart: Beatrice has some difficulties in understanding and communicating her feelings. This will get her into trouble and cause her distress.

3- What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Although she makes great sacrifices to achieve her goals, deep down, Beatrice needs and lives to give and receive love from family and friends. What truly fills her heart is what she lives with those she loves, whether it's a big event or an afternoon vegetating on the couch with Briar.

4- What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

It is universally known that she has some issues with Henrietta. However, one thing that angers her the most is high society's vices. The shiny veneer of the social varnish layer hides hypocrisy, pettiness, prejudices and evil that she cannot stand. Therefore, whenever she can, she exposes and stands up to those with two faces. She tends to be suspicious of people who don't like dogs (and especially those who don't think Sunny is the cutest thing on earth).

5- If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

If Beatrice could change one thing about her, she would choose to be a little taller (she gets frustrated at not being able to reach certain places)

6- What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

Her favourite quote is ‘Love is the most reliable compass’. Her father told her this once, and she has never forgotten it and guides her life inspired by it.

7- Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?

Beatrice's determination and non-compliance with what is wrong around her have inspired me. Her story shows us it is possible to be a better person and make the world around us a little better. Even though, like her, we often have to resign or give in, the important is never to give up fighting for those or things we love.

She's a huge Arsenal fan. She gets very excited when watching the matches -- she jumps off the couch, yells at the players, and always wears red clothes and the team’s scarf. Beatrice also collects the team’s merchandising.

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I Thee Wed…

Premise: Ethan and Cassie are ready to say, ‘I do,’ but they forget one important step.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,560

A/N: So, I first did Ethan and Cassie's wedding in June 2021. In all that time, I've never written their wedding vows. Maxenna's vows were easier to write. Well, I finally cracked this nut! Yay, me 🎉

Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge prompt "summer wedding"

Cassie Valentine updated the patient chart and mentally crossed off another item from her seemingly endless to-do list. In just nine days, she would stand in the garden of her family home and marry her soulmate.

She couldn’t contain a small, excited scream, a dreamy smile spreading across her face as she imagined Ethan’s awestruck expression when she glided toward him at the floral-decked altar. But, she thought with a smirk, she couldn’t wait to knock him over on their wedding night with what she had on beneath the layers of tulle.

All in good time, Cassie reasoned, turning her attention back to work.

“Marlene?” she called to one of the regular nurses on her floor, handing over the tablet with the patient record. “Keep an eye on potassium levels for Mr. Dubois in 504. Page me if there’s any change in his condition.”

“Will do, Dr. Valentine,” Marlene nodded, scanning the chart quickly to confirm the orders.

She flashed Cassie a friendly smile. “Are you excited about the wedding? You and Dr. Ramsey make such a beautiful couple.”

“I’m counting the minutes,” Cassie grinned. “I have a final fitting for the dress next week, but otherwise, we’re all set.”

“Summer weddings are the best,” another nurse piped in. “Flowers are my favorite part.”

“I love hearing the couple’s vows,” Marlene said. “Are you and Dr. Ramsey writing your own?”

Cassie nodded in response, keeping her expression smooth even as alarm bells blared inside her head. Crap, crap, crap!

Between work, packing up her things at the apartment for the move to Ethan’s and coordinating with Sienna and her mom on the wedding, she had forgotten entirely about the vows.

She and Ethan had negotiated a hybrid ceremony, honoring her Episcopalian beliefs and his agnostic ones. He had agreed to have a priest officiate and receive a spiritual blessing in exchange for non-religious but personal vows, no Communion, hymns or readings.

Writing their own vows had sounded so simple before. A few words of promise, a declaration of their love, exchange rings and you-may-kiss-the-bride. End scene.

But now she realized it was anything but easy. Worse, she had no idea what she would say on the most important day of her life!

The pen dug into the paper, leaving dark, jagged lines on the legal pad as Ethan scratched out yet another sentence. His handwriting, usually neat and precise despite the doctor-like scrawl, had turned into a chaotic mess of crossed-out words and half-formed thoughts. Frustration simmered in his chest, his mind spinning as he tried to wrestle his emotions into something coherent.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temple. Sitting through a room full of demanding board members was a walk in the park compared to this. How was he supposed to find the words powerful enough to capture the depth of what he felt for Cassie?

Each attempt felt clumsy and inadequate, the words slipping away from him no matter how hard he tried. Irritated with himself, he muttered a curse under his breath, tearing the paper from the pad and crumpling it into a tight ball. It joined the other pieces of crumpled paper balls scattered around him.

Why had he insisted on their own vows? Should’ve just taken a template and been done with it.

He had been working on them all week and was no closer to the finish line. He had tried writing at home, in his office with the door closed and on a bench in the serenity garden at Edenbrook. Eventually, he retreated to Derry’s Coffee Shop in the hope that a place special to them both would inspire him.

The wedding was a week away, and he did not relish the idea of standing at the altar with nothing more to say than “I do” while Cassie no doubt recited something meaningful about him being her soulmate.

“Tough case?”

Startled, Ethan looked up to find Cassie standing above him.

He had been so absorbed in his frustrated scribbling that he hadn’t even noticed her enter the coffee shop, place her order and walk over to him.

“You could say that,” he hedged, hoping she wouldn’t press for more.

“Maybe I can help,” she suggested, sliding into the seat across from him.

Before he could stop her, she reached for the pad, and he blurted out, “No!” even as she read the words out loud.

“Cassie, my love for you is like an unspecified virus that I couldn’t shake….”

Ethan saw the look of shock on Cassie’s face. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly. For a moment, they just stared at each other in stunned silence.

“Wait, are these your wedding vows? And did you just compare me to a virus?”

Ethan quickly tried to recover, realizing how the words sounded when said aloud. “I—I didn’t mean it like that. What I’m trying to say is that my love for you is something I never expected, something that took hold of me and changed everything.”

Cassie blinked, and then, to his relief, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Babe, I appreciate the on-brand medical analogy, especially since I diagnosed Naveen’s bacteriophage, but maybe we can find a less…clinical way to describe it? This is our wedding, after all, not a keynote at the AMA annual symposium.”

“A keynote at the AMA would be easier than these damn vows,” Ethan muttered, running an exasperated hand through his hair.

He picked up his coffee and looked at her over the rim. “I suppose you’ve already written a masterpiece?”

To his surprise, Cassie blushed and looked away. “Not exactly. If you must know, I kind of forgot about them.”

She waved one hand dismissively. “Anyway, this isn’t about me. If you’re struggling, just focus on us, our relationship—what makes me the one for you? How you see our life together. Things like that.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “That’s some solid advice.” He reached for his phone, unlocking the screen. “In fact, it’s almost identical to the advice I got from another Valentine just a couple of hours ago. Ah, here it is.” He turned the screen to show her the text from Max.

Cassie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That cheat!” She snatched the phone from Ethan’s hand, scrolling up to check the time stamp. It was from earlier in the day before she’d texted her brother. “He totally copy-pasted his response to me!”

Ethan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Looks like great minds think alike…or at least steal from each other. When did you speak to him?”

Cassie gave him a sheepish look. “Maybe half an hour ago. ”

“Isn’t it the middle of the night where he is?”

She rolled her eyes and made a face. “I know. Max wasn’t thrilled, which is probably why I ended up with recycled advice.”

She straightened in her chair, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I can’t seem to find the right words for our vows. At least you managed to compare me to a virus—I’ve got a completely blank page.”

Ethan chuckled softly, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand gently. “How about we work on them together? We always did our best work figuring out diagnostic differentials as a team. Why should wedding vows be any different?”

Cassie’s smile widened. “Just promise you won’t tell my mother this is how we wrote our vows, or I’ll have to call you a big, fat liar!”

“Deal.”

Nine days later…

Ethan faced Cassie, a deep contentment settling over him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. As he held her hands in his, the words that once eluded him now flowed as naturally as breathing.

“Cassie, when I first met you, I had no idea we’d end up here, but from that moment on, you’ve captivated me in ways I never imagined. You’ve challenged me, frustrated me and inspired me to be a better person. And I've fallen in love with you again and again, even though I didn’t believe love or family were in the cards for me. You opened my heart to more. I promise to support and encourage you, embrace the unexpected with you, and always work on being the best version of myself for you. I vow to hold your hand and cherish your heart, loving you always and forever.”

Cassie flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she held Ethan’s gaze, recalling the day they wrote these vows. Her voice was light and playful as she began, making it clear she was savoring every moment.

“Ethan, from the moment you walked into my life—full of arrogance, calling me an amateur—everything changed in ways I never could have predicted. I told you then I was your biggest fan, but that barely scratched the surface of my feelings for you. I can’t imagine a single day without you, and I hope I never do. I promise to stand by your side, to love you fiercely—even when you’re driving me a little crazy—and to choose you every day, no matter what. You are my partner, my soulmate and my greatest adventure. I vow to cherish your heart with all that I am, always and forever.”

And then they lived happily ever after…

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Ghosted

Ghosted — Betrayal (Chapter Twelve)

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. Not beta'd.

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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It's another long one 😬👉👈🥹. Oops.

Liam and Drake closely followed as the guards led Bastien into the depths of the Portavirian estate. The halls remained eerily quiet as the nobility slept; not a soul to be found other than those involved with Penelope’s homicide investigation. Neither male spoke a word, but both reeled in this blindsiding revelation.

The betrayal Liam felt was like no other. Bastien was like a father to him, always around when he needed someone, but now he wondered if he ever knew him. Bastien saw him at his lowest and protected him at all costs, but somewhere along the way he changed; he couldn’t determine when that shift happened or if his guard was that good of a deceiver from the start, and felt like a fool for not seeing his insubordination sooner. It didn’t matter what he said, nor how much he pleaded; Liam already knew he was guilty, but didn’t know the extent of his involvement.

So many unanswered questions ran rampant through his mind, but ultimately the one he cared about was, where is Riley? The scandal was no longer relevant; all that mattered was finding her and ensuring she was safe. Justice would be served to all who deserved it later but right now, she was the top priority. That wasn’t a new revelation, but the urgency suddenly skyrocketed.

Liam did his best to stay afloat, but couldn’t stop his mind from wandering. If Riley was still in the country, what did that mean? Was she being held hostage somewhere? Would a ransom note appear at some point? Is she even alive? The continuous spiral intensified and formed a vortex of frustration and confusion, enveloping him from the inside out. He wanted to scream and cry to the heavens, anything to relieve some of the never-ending tension slowly constricting his muscles. Every second that passed without knowing she was safe, he grew weaker, feeling control slip right through his fingertips. The never-ending vat of unanswered questions took their physical and mental toll on Liam as a monarch and man alike.

However, every ounce of strength that remained pushed him forward. The adrenaline coursing through his veins mindlessly carried him, as he and Drake walked in deafening silence.

They continued until they entered a dark room with a table and two chairs. The guards sat Bastien down on one side and secured shackles in place over his wrists, much to his displeasure. Liam took the seat that mirrored his, shooing the bystanders out as he did. Drake lingered close by, reeling in his feelings of hurt, betrayal, and anger. Bastien quieted, but his entire body went rigid after his former subordinates exited the room. Liam placed his hands on the table and stared at them for a long while, trying to slow the wild rush inside his mind.

He finally raised his head and spoke to Bastien in the flattest, calmest tone he could muster. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“I don’t, sir.”

“First, let’s talk about Penelope. You and I both know she did not take her own life, so I’m curious to know how you came to that conclusion.”

Bastien furrowed his brow. “Not to be forward, but she was literally hanging from the ceiling… We found a note in her room, and she had every reason to want to do it — considering she was about to be arrested.”

“Right… Speaking of that… I want to see that report again.”

“Pardon?”

“The report — the one that says Penelope’s DNA was all over the murder weapon because honestly, I think you’re full of shit.” Liam hissed.

“I most certainly am not, sir. The documents are in the security office. If you remove these cuffs, I will gladly retrieve them.” Bastien confidently responded.

“That won’t be necessary.” Liam knew if he told the truth, Olivia would find them and if she didn’t, Bastien just caught himself in another lie. “Now, the next order of business — where were you the night of the jamboree? I don’t remember seeing you at all.”

Bastien stiffened. “I was doing security checks around the estate—”

“If you were doing security checks, how’d a rogue photographer make it in?” Drake interjected.

Bastien swallowed thickly, his gulp echoing in the silence. “... What?”

“You heard what he said — answer the damn question.” Liam snapped.

“She must have—”

“She?” Liam interrupted with a chortle. “That’s funny — because I never mentioned gender. Do you know something that I don’t?”

“I only took a guess — there was a fifty percent chance I would be correct.” Bastien calmly, yet firmly, answered with a dismissive shrug. “I’m not precisely sure how they breached the perimeter, but we’ve been working to strengthen our units ever since.”

“Right…” Liam nodded and forcefully clenched his jaw. It took every ounce of his restraint not to reach across the table and wrap his hands around Bastien’s throat because he couldn’t trust a single word coming out of his mouth.

Drake spoke again before Liam could act on his intrusive thoughts. “What about the Apple Banquet? Where were you then?”

“I was with His Majesty while he spoke to the Beaumonts. Someone alerted me to the body, and I immediately sprung into the proper protocol.”

“No, not when the maid was found — earlier. Where were you before that?” Liam demanded.

Bastien hesitated, but quickly fixed his features. “I was addressing an issue regarding Countess Madeleine’s security arrangements. Her old guard needed to take personal leave, so I had to find a suitable replacement.”

“... And she will vouch for you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Liam’s frustration skyrocketed, as he didn’t know how to take that statement. The number of people he could trust seemed to only shorten by the day, yet Madeleine was never present, nor even an honorable mention on that list; the time to trust her word was not amid this chaos.

“Okay, then—” Liam started again, his agitation noticeably rising. “Do you know where Riley is?”

“I don’t, sir. All I know is she returned to New York, and—”

“How did you come to that conclusion, exactly? Because I’ve done some digging and found nothing to point to that. There are no traces of her after she left the jamboree whatsoever, Bastien; not flights, not vehicles — nothing.”

Bastien shifted in his seat. “My information led me to that conclusion, Your Majesty.”

“Well, your information was wrong, and I can’t help but feel you knew that all along, didn’t you?”

“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, but—”

“You knew she didn’t return to New York because you took her away, right? Is that how she made it out undetected? Or are you the one who assaulted her?” Liam thought back to his out-of-body experience and remembered the shadow lingering in front of her door. “Or did you stand guard while it happened? Is that it?”

“I did no such thing.” Bastien hastily replied, but cleared his throat and added, “What would I gain from any of this? Why would I give a damn who you choose?”

“That’s kind of what I’m wondering.” Drake inserted with a skeptical eye. “Look, Bas — I don’t want to believe you had a hand in all this, but it’s not looking good, man.”

“What doesn’t look good?” Bastien returned. “All I’ve done is look for her! I’ve been trying to help you!”

“Bullshit,” Liam seethed. “You know something and I demand you tell me — right now.”

“I know nothing, sir. I’ve kept you updated on every piece of information uncovered.”

“You need to understand something —” Liam's breaths turned heavy and his face flushed every shade of crimson. “I am not fucking around. This is your final opportunity — if you know something and do not tell me, I will serve your head on a silver fucking platter at the next state function. Is that clear enough for you?” He rumbled through clenched teeth. The hand he raised to point at Bastien visibly trembled, as the dam broke and rage flowed freely through his body.

Bastien’s eyes widened, and he visibly swallowed. He quickly composed himself and softly answered, “I understand the circumstances have been — tense — for everyone involved. You’ve had a rough couple of weeks, and —”

Liam slammed his fist onto the table and shot up from his seat. “Do NOT fucking patronize me!” He bellowed.

The door suddenly swung open and Olivia marched inside. In her hands, she carried a folder along with a few smaller items, but her facial expression was the picture-perfect image of unrestrained fury. “You have a lot of explaining to do.” She rumbled as she bore her eyes into Bastien.

Never could she have imagined the man sitting before her would betray them in such a way, but now they had proof; undeniable, unavoidable, but yet — incredibly unsettling evidence.

Bastien audibly gulped as he recognized the documents and all traces of pigment in his complexion vanished. With so much going on, he didn’t have the chance to dispose of everything properly. Liam and his group of friends moved faster than anticipated, and with their unexpected changes to the tour, he fell behind. The important information was extracted long ago, but what remained was still very incriminating — for Bastien.

Powerful forces expected him to pull off the impossible, but he was only one person — how was he supposed to fend off four people, plus a hired professional? Multiple ends that should’ve received immediate attention didn’t. Penelope ranked fairly high on that list, but his concerns got cast aside. His instructions were to deflect, deter, and stay silent regarding the madness; trust the process and your reward will be bountiful, they would say. Regardless, he didn’t want to aid in this crazy scheme, but had no choice — they knew information about his past nobody should have uncovered, so he found himself backed into a corner.

But as Bastien stared at the evidence of his transgressions, he realized silence would no longer be an option. He knew one way or another at that moment he was as good as dead; the question was would it be at the hands of his seething monarch, the man he practically raised, or the people who made his life a living hell to begin with?

Olivia rifled through the things on the table until she found what she searched for. “Remember when Bastien told you he disposed of Riley’s phone and her note?” She held both items up to show everyone along with her letter, noting how the guard immediately tucked his chin into his chest. “The penmanship matches mine, meaning it’s the same as Penelope’s.”

Liam forcefully clenched his jaw. “You lied to me?”

“That’s not all,” Olivia continued. “Bastien told us Penelope is the one who killed the maid, but that’s not true. Sure, the gum was hers — hair too — but the funny thing is that as it turns out, there are two sets of results on that knife.”

“There’s not—”

Olivia cackled, cutting Bastien off. “Don’t even try to lie. I’m holding what appears to be the real results in my hands. What kind of moron keeps the original if he’s planning on cloning it to frame someone else? Fucking nitwit.” She shook her head, distaste lacing her words. “Of course, we’ll have these confirmed for legitimacy, but considering who this one lists as the culprit, I can see why you’d want to cover this up.”

Liam snatched the documents from her and scanned them. His eyes widened as he went through the text, his jaw falling further and further the longer he read. Penelope's fingerprints were on the murder weapon, but unlike the last report he saw, this one went more in-depth. Her DNA might've been on the knife, but only one or two barely distinguishable smears on the blade itself belonged to her. However, the lab noted prominent traces from someone else located everywhere, but mostly on the handle, indicating that their person of interest should be whoever the second set of prints belonged to.

But Liam never received this report, and when he read who the database found as the owner of that second set of prints, he realized why he wasn’t shown.

“It was you…” Liam gasped, finally tearing his attention off the file to center his glare on Bastien. “Why?”

Bastien remained silent. He kept his gaze locked on the table, but the sweat forming on his brow wasn’t unnoticed.

“We know why, Liam. He was trying to shut her up because she spoke with us. And that’s why he offed Penelope too — right, Bastien?” Olivia answered. “Dispose of the loose ends before they can out you?”

“I did not harm Lady Penelope in any way,” Bastien stated with utmost determination, looking directly into Olivia’s steely eyes as he did.

“But you know who did, and you were working to bury that too, correct?” She quickly retorted, arching her brow.

Bastien clenched his jaw and looked away, refusing to speak, but he didn’t need to — Olivia knew she was right.

“You can deny those accusations all you want, but the next ones will be fairly difficult to talk yourself out of,” Olivia snapped as she produced another file and showed it to everyone.

“Operation Ghost?” That title caught Liam’s attention, and his mouth fell agape when he read it. He flipped through the papers inside and realized this was a meticulously planned mission, not a coincidence. While he spiraled deeper into the abyss, further away from reality, intentional carnage ran rampant within his court, and it was all a part of the elaborate plan from the beginning.

Someone plotted to hurt Riley and take her away from him, and that thought momentarily left him breathless.

“Apparently so,” Olivia answered, remorse cracking through her stony features upon seeing Liam’s broken shock. She’d already searched the file and knew what lay ahead, but didn’t know how he would react; it wouldn’t be good regardless. “Someone altered or destroyed most of this —” She paused to throw a death glare at Bastien. “But… There’s something else…”

“What is it?” Drake inquired as he and Liam took in her hesitancy, causing the hair on the nape of their necks to stand at attention.

With a heavy sigh, Olivia opened an envelope and produced a few smaller documents. She slammed them down on the table one at a time, directly in Bastien’s downward cast line of vision. “Here’s Riley’s ID, her passport, and even her goddamn credit cards. Now tell me, Bastien — how did you think she got to New York without those?”

Liam snapped his head over to her. “What?!” He snatched the items off the table and stared at the photo on Riley’s passport in his trembling hands, his heart rate taking flight.

His worst fears suddenly became reality, because he knew it would’ve been impossible for her to get out of the country without identification. This confirmed that Ray was right; she never left Cordonia. Of everything he suspected of Bastien, the things he knew and worked to cover up completely blindsided Liam. It hurt him in a way he didn’t know was possible, to be betrayed by someone he put every single ounce of his trust in.

Plus, had it not been for Olivia and Ray, he probably would have gotten away with it, too. The thought alone created a forceful swarm of guilt as Liam realized once again — this was what he ignored for so long. His breaths turned shallow as his mind took this new information and ran with it, automatically assuming the worst and with no signs to point in a different direction, he couldn’t find any strings of hope no matter which way he looked.

The waves came crashing down, sending him into an instant spiral of equal parts devastation and fear. He swayed on his feet, but eventually lowered himself back into his chair, willing the wild rush to slow.

“What the fuck is this?!” Drake exclaimed, smoke nearly barreling out of his ears. “Where is she?!”

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit! She couldn’t leave without this! You’ve been lying to us all along!”

“I did what I had to,” Bastien returned, his voice devoid of all emotion. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What did you do to her, Bastien?!” Olivia reiterated. “You can’t deny you know something — if she’s in danger, you need to tell us so we can find her!”

“I did nothing to her! All I did was escort her from the premises to the airport — that’s it.” Bastien huffed, immediately regretting the slip-up, which earned him a unanimous gasp.

“What did you just say?” Liam rumbled with clenched fists, his daze of self-hatred shattering on the spot.

Bastien hesitated but realized it was useless to redact. “I said I escorted her from the premises—”

Liam lunged for him without a second thought. He slammed his face into the table and held him there with all his might by the back of his skull. “So you not only knew, but you fucking helped too?!”

“I did what I had—”

“You son of a bitch!” Liam yelled as he lifted Bastien’s head, only to bounce his cheek against the table with increased force. “I trusted you!”

Bastien tried to respond, but Liam swiftly continued. “You have manipulated and made a fool of me for the LAST fucking time! I told you what I’d do, yet you still lied to me? YOUR MONARCH?!”

Again, Bastien attempted to speak, but Liam wasn’t quite finished. “This WHOLE TIME… You’ve known — you fucking helped — but you continuously led me astray.”

“Sir—”

“YOU DO NOT SPEAK OVER ME!” Liam bellowed, slamming Bastien’s head a third time.

A long silence passed as Liam securely held Bastien by the back of his neck, using more force with every passing second. He saw nothing but blood — everything that would’ve gotten covered up ran through his mind; the murders, Riley, and what seemed to be a never-ending list of other possibilities.

Finally, Bastien timidly sliced through the tension. “Sir, I’m willing to tell you what I know and what I’ve done in exchange for safety. If you do not ensure my life, I will be dead within hours.” He pleaded, preparing to meet the table again. “You have no reason to trust me now, but I will tell you what I can…” He emphasized.

Liam met eyes with Olivia and Drake, a silent conversation taking place. In all honesty, nobody cared what happened to him after the fact; all that mattered right now was getting Bastien to talk by any means necessary. Whoever wanted him dead was more than welcome to finish the job, but not until after he confessed.

Liam released him with a shove but never said a word. Instead, he strode back to the chair across from Bastien and slowly retook his seat. When Liam lifted his head, the pure fury staring back at him slightly took Bastien aback. The patient presence he’d grown accustomed to was long gone, replaced by a man driven to the brink of insanity. Those typically bright baby blues were now dark, vicious, and wild — nearly animalistic as his stare tore through Bastien. It sent a shiver of dread down his spine and made him momentarily fearful of his usually calm and composed king. His head throbbed, but he knew that would not be the worst of what he received — regardless of whose hands he suffered from.

Liam intently held his gaze for a long moment, clenching and unclenching his jaw, but finally spoke in an eerily calm voice. “... Tell us.”

Bastien strode through the country jamboree with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he recalled what would happen tonight. A suitor would be removed from the competition, with or without her cooperation. The trap was loaded and ready to go; all they needed was the prey — Riley.

Bastien located Penelope in the crowd and watched her approach Riley. She was deep into a conversation with Maxwell, but Penelope slipped in and played the part surprisingly well. He recognized her shaky hands even from afar, but she discreetly slipped at least half of the pharmaceuticals into Riley’s drink, unbeknownst to her or Maxwell. He didn’t think that part was necessary, but the force beyond insisted it was essential so they would force her to her room before everyone else.

After a time, Bastien observed as Riley hugged Maxwell and headed toward the estate. He quietly followed behind in the shadows as she walked through the deserted halls to her room, cursing the creaky floorboards underneath his feet, but the woman he trailed didn’t notice a thing. Riley skipped, hummed a tune, and even did a little twirl; she had no cares in the world and had no clue that her perception of a fairy tale was about to be shattered.

As her door shut, Bastien took position outside, crossed his arms, and waited for the job to be completed. Everyone else remained at the party outside; it was his assignment to ensure the vicinity stayed clear. He knew who occupied the room neighboring hers, which only fueled the need to get this done and over with as quickly and smoothly as possible.

People spoke behind the door — the voices escalating by the second — but Bastien made it a point to drown them out. The situation could go one of two ways, depending on Riley's cooperation, and it didn't take long for him to realize she chose the hard way. Although he found it difficult to ignore her pleas for help, his allegiance aligned elsewhere.

After a time, a few gentlemen approached but Bastien allowed them access, as he expected them. He didn’t know who they were, just that they would deal with ‘relocating’ Tariq; his task was Riley. One had jet-black hair, while the other donned a baseball cap. They wore a matching dark ensemble, aside from the hat and one having thick, circular lens glasses. A holster of weapons surrounded their belts, making the hair on his arms stiffen. The pair went inside without a word, but Bastien felt their eyes on him as they entered.

The deafening silence hung for what felt like centuries, but eventually, they re-emerged with their cargo in tow.

“Unhand me this instant!” Tariq demanded as the muscles dragged him away.

“Not a chance, fancy boy.” The man with glasses snickered. “Got a special place for you.”

“I did what I was supposed to do!” Tariq pleaded, his tone changing once he realized the seriousness of his situation. “Please — have some compassion!”

“No can do. Boss’s orders were strict — toss you in a hole and throw those God-awful loafers into the ocean.” The dark-haired male snapped his fingers before adding, “I can leave the shoes on if you’d prefer — put some cement in them and send you both on a journey to the bottom of the Mediterranean.” His delight showed brightly, causing Bastien’s pulse rate to skyrocket.

Tariq suddenly planted his feet firmly on the ground. “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! OR WHO MY FATHER IS?” He bellowed. “You won’t get away with this — I WILL ENSURE THAT YOU—”

Out of nowhere, the male with the ball cap hit him with the butt of his pistol, silencing his tirade. Tariq slumped to the floor with his eyes rolled back, blood gushing from his nose in an instant.

“Thank you, Claudius. I couldn’t stomach another second of his useless ranting.”

“You and I both.”

“Get him loaded up — we’re on a schedule and need to move.” Claudius hefted Tariq on his shoulder with ease and quickly left out the servants’ exit. As he disappeared, the remaining man shifted his attention to Bastien. “So… You’re prepared to handle the fallout?”

“Of course.” He confidently responded.

“Are you sure? Because I don't think you understand how messy this situation could get in the future… And honestly? If the boss hadn’t enlisted little Miss Penny, this entire operation would’ve crashed and burned before it even took off.” He rolled his eyes. “You thought she would agree to this just for a spot beside the queen?”

“It might surprise you what people will do to get ahead around here.”

“Yes, but they’re willing to execute better with a little — added motivation.” He flashed a wide, sinister smile. “You should know better than anyone…”

Bastien swallowed thickly, his entire body going rigid. “I’m not sure what you’re referencing.”

“Of course not.” He snickered. “I don’t blame you — I wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re the one who mur—”

Bastien held a hand up. “That’s enough.” He spat out.

The male’s smile widened. “As I said, people execute better with added motivation.” He patted Bastien’s shoulder with a little too much force.

“Was there a point to this?” Bastien rumbled through clenched teeth, shaking off the man’s palm.

“I just wanted to make sure it’s one hundred percent clear — you need to ensure anything regarding this stays buried. If too many people ask the right questions before we reach the finish line and the boss has to get involved again… Well —” He grinned, baring his teeth. “That’d just be a shame, wouldn’t it?”

A chill shot down the length of Bastien’s spine. “What is that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?”

“You may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but you’re not that stupid — you know what will happen.” He responded, amusement written on his cold features. His almond eyes deepened to black, leaving Bastien momentarily speechless.

“I’m certain that won’t be necessary.” Bastien confidently answered after he regained his composure. His companion nodded with an eerie smirk but casually lingered around the door. “Is there something else I can do for you?”

“I was just wondering about Lady Riley… Where you’re planning on sending her since you received the — opportunity to handle her?” He nonchalantly inquired, acting as disinterested as possible. “Such a great honor you have… One I practically begged for.”

“The States, where she came from.” Bastien’s direction was to ship her back to New York as discreetly as possible. Even though the plan took a drastic turn, that was the one constant that couldn't change because otherwise, they would out themselves for taking the reins and disobeying a direct order. She would land on her feet, start a new life, and forget all about Cordonia. Liam would surely want to search for her, but all Bastien had to do was stall until the coronation, when their cover for removing Riley would come to light.

“I see, I see… Well, hopefully, that works out for her.” He smiled, the sight raising goosebumps on Bastien’s arms.

Before Bastien could respond, the door creaked open, and a hooded presence strode out. He paid Bastien no mind, instead focusing on the dark-haired male. “Let us vacate. The party is nearly over, and we have tremendous amounts of work ahead of us if we want to pull this off.”

“What about the court? We can’t go back to —”

“Do not fret, Anton… We have a plan… Trust the process; this is only the beginning. Everything will work out as it should in due time, but we must move — now.”

The pair quickly walked away, but not before Bastien heard Anton loudly whisper, “About that — pit-stop…” to his companion.

Bastien momentarily pondered that statement, but shook off the queasiness inside his stomach, concluding they must be referring to Tariq. As he stared at Riley’s door, a brief flicker of guilt traveled through him. Riley did nothing wrong, and he knew that, but this is the task he regretfully accepted. It was not a personal vendetta, by any means, but this clueless woman aimlessly landed herself in the middle of the nobility; she didn’t understand the untold, dark side of the court and its inhabitants, but would learn on this day.

Bastien cautiously opened the door and entered to find Riley on the edge of her bed, cradling her side. She snapped her head over to him as she heard his footsteps, and her eyes filled to the brim with tears when she met his gaze. He once again fought a wave of remorse at seeing her hopeful expression, knowing he was not the knight in shining armor she assumed he was.

“Bastien, you—you have to help me… Please…” Riley croaked. Her words came out slightly slurred, although it surprised him that the earlier sedatives hadn’t taken a harder effect.

“I’m going to, Lady Riley. First, I need to ensure you’re not carrying anything on you.”

Bastien assisted Riley to a standing position, which she slowly did without question. He didn’t know exactly what transpired, but she had a gash on her side, blood soaking through the thin hoodie she wore. With her permission, he checked the wounds, none of which were bad enough to seek immediate medical attention. Her face was littered with cuts, surely bruises to follow with time, as one of her cheeks was already tinted with a light purple. He started at her shoulders and patted down to her abdomen, but stopped when he felt something in her pocket and pulled out her phone. He nonchalantly slipped the device into his jacket, but despite his best efforts, Riley watched him do it.

“That is my property! You can’t take that!” She protested.

“I’m afraid I can… You are to leave completely empty-handed. Now, we have to get going — you have a flight to catch.” Bastien placed a hand on Riley’s arm to lead her away.

Riley firmly planted her feet in place, shaking away his grip. “Don’t do this, Bastien!”

“You have no choice in this matter and we’re on a time limit,” Bastien replied as he checked his watch.

“What about all my stuff?”

“As I said, empty-handed.” He didn’t understand that part either, but concluded it was easier to shove her on a plane with no items to accompany her.

“On whose authority?!” Riley exclaimed. When he didn’t answer, she reiterated, “Who told you to do this to me, Bastien?!”

“That is confidential information.”

Riley snorted, her frustration written all over her face. “Bullshit! At least be man enough to tell me!”

“Fine. You want to know who did it?” He held her glare, letting the tension linger, but finally answered, “It was Liam.”

Riley stepped away as if she took a blow to the gut, but her devastation quickly morphed into the polar opposite.

Riley laughed; hard enough that tears spilled down her cheeks. “You expect me to believe that? Liam? Of all people?” She shook her head, slightly bouncing from her chuckles. “You think I’m that naïve and stupid?”

“Believe what you will, that matters not to me but my instructions were simple, so we must get moving.” He stated, very matter-of-factly.

“Bastien,” Riley pleaded, any signs of amusement suddenly disappearing. “Don’t do this. I’ll just — I don’t know!” She cried, anxiety prominent in her features. “I won’t say anything to anyone — I swear on my grandmother’s life! Or–or we can tell Liam! Whatever got you wrapped up in this, he will understand.” She reasoned. “Please — you don’t have to conform. We can find a way out of this together.”

Bastien considered it for a second, but ultimately gave Riley a sad smile and nudged her toward the door. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, but he remained firm. He quickly dropped her phone and the pre-written note he received inside her bedside table and went to the threshold, stepping over shards of glass from a broken planter and a bloodied garment.

Leaving her phone there meant it would be an immediate dead end for Liam and her sponsors. He would want to call her — possibly track her — but this ensured that door was closed before it could even be opened. It was a distraction tactic to keep the prince occupied until his reason for her departure would present itself to him, where hopefully, he would drop the matter for good.

Bastien held her stare for a moment before he cleared his throat, emphasizing the need to move. Riley hung her head and eventually slowly walked out the door, quietly sobbing as she did.

Bastien led her down the long hallway toward the servants’ exit, as their SUV waited close by. Riley was incredibly unsteady on her feet, whether it was from the earlier medication or her injuries, he wasn’t sure, but he held his hand out to steady her wobbly steps on multiple occasions. He glanced back and locked eyes with the maid he summoned to clean the area, and even with his dark sunglasses, he still spotted her apprehension. The interaction was brief as he and Riley reached the end of the hallway, but something in his gut said he would have to deal with that later.

Assisting Riley down the stairs turned out to be tricky, as she was in an incredible amount of pain. By the end, he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her the rest of the way down. She didn’t yell or scream, not that it would have mattered if she tried; the party still ‘raged’ in the opposite direction, leaving the vicinity barren of wandering ears. If she got combative he had a plan for that as well, but was glad she opted to cooperate, instead of throwing a tantrum and meeting a fate similar to Tariq.

He sat her on her feet when they emerged outside and escorted her to the vehicle, quickly securing her inside. He used no restraints, but she didn’t resist one bit; almost as if she’d accepted her fate, or her body just didn’t have the strength to fight back. There were no remnants of Tariq or anyone else, but Bastien moved with fire under his feet as if someone lurked right around the corner.

Within the blink of an eye, they were at the airport, where Bastien unloaded her from the back of the car. The entire ride he heard Riley’s sniffles from the backseat, but he drove faster — to unload this package and hopefully, this would be a straightforward operation. Once she was out of the vehicle his job should be done, unless too many questions arose.

Bastien parked toward the back of the abandoned parking lot so the only thing on security footage would be Riley entering the airport. With his connections, he knew exactly where the cameras were and discreetly slipped into a blind spot. Riley could hardly stand as he pulled her from the vehicle, but that was not his concern.

He did his part — all she had to do was walk inside and leave Cordonia forever.

He shoved a small envelope into her hands and said, “Here is your ID, passport, credit cards, and a ticket to New York. It’s been a pleasure, Lady Riley.” And with that, Bastien turned on his heel and returned to his vehicle, speeding away before he could second guess his decision.

He glanced back in the rearview mirror and saw the silhouette of a woman standing there disoriented, wounded, alone, terrified, and defenseless, but quickly averted his gaze, centering on the road. He nearly pushed his foot through the floorboard to get away faster, but bile rose into the back of his throat as a chilling realization sat in; he didn’t know how, but this was far from over, and the chances of him making it to see his next birthday just substantially dwindled.

“I assumed she boarded the plane, but I later received her identification and credit cards in a sealed envelope from an unidentifiable source. I tried to help her… I really did…” Bastien finished with his head bowed.

“No, you sure as shit did not!” Drake bellowed, a mix of fury and shock written on his features. “I can’t believe you!”

Bastien flinched. “I did what I had to do—”

“Where is she, then? Because she never got on that fucking plane, Bastien!” Olivia hollered.

“I don’t know! I told you everything I know about it! I tried to find out, but I can’t!”

“This is fucking unreal.” Drake shook his head and scoffed. “You expect me to believe you really don’t know? You have her ID! Her goddamn passport!”

Bastien forcefully clenched his jaw. “I received them before the tour in a sealed envelope. I don’t know where it came from and I can't trace its origin.”

Drake scowled. “We’re supposed to believe that?” He looked away and rubbed a hand down his face, his frustration steadily rising. “Let’s say I do — you chose to keep that to yourself? You didn’t think that was worth mentioning when we opened an investigation into her goddamned disappearance?!” He over-enunciated, sarcasm dripping off every syllable.

“What was I supposed to do, Drake?!” Bastien responded, but couldn’t fathom meeting his eyes for even a brief second.

“Not be a spineless piece of shit, for one,” Olivia answered. “For two, you could’ve refused to cooperate from the beginning. Or, told the truth, regardless of what would’ve happened to you then… Or, made sure she got on the plane, at least. You drugged her and left her for dead, Bastien! Who knows where she’s at by now?! Do you realize how much time we’ve wasted because of you?!”

“I did not drug her or leave her for dead—”

“But you didn’t fucking stop it either, and that’s just as damning in my eyes,” Drake spoke in a bland, empty voice as he tried to comprehend this betrayal. “I don’t know what happened to you, but you’re not the man I used to look up to, not anymore… I can’t believe you did this and continuously lied to us about it!”

Bastien slouched. “I never lied—”

“Bullshit! You’ve done nothing but lie! You’ve gotta stop and tell us the truth for once!”

“I told you everything I know, everything I’ve done. I killed the maid and had every intention of Lady Penelope taking the fall — I’ve led you astray and tampered with evidence — I admit it.”

“I don’t care about any of that shit right now!” Drake shouted. “We wanna know what you did with Brooks, Bastien.”

Bastien sighed. “Drake, I told you, I don’t know where she’s at! She was supposed to go inside and board the plane!”

“But you didn’t wait and ensure she did, at least?” Olivia asked with an arched brow.

“I didn’t think I needed to! After what I heard coming out of that room, I assumed she would run inside to get away… If anyone knows, it’s probably that Anton character!”

“Anton…” Olivia repeated, her curiosity peaking. “What do you know about him? And the other guy? Claudius?”

“Absolutely nothing. I’d never seen them before and haven’t since. All I know is they were in charge of relocating Tariq.”

“And you don’t know where that is, either?”

“No, I don’t. I didn’t ask questions, and I wasn’t told. I ran their names in the system to see if I could figure anything out, but they’re ghosts — there aren’t even medical records with either name on it.”

Olivia scoffed. “So, why do it, then?”

“I have my reasons…” He finally gathered the courage to take a peek in Drake's direction, but when he spotted the wild blaze of fire in his eyes, swiftly glanced away.

“Yeah… Okay…” Olivia indignantly laughed. “So was this your idea, or were you working under someone else’s watch?” He didn’t reply, but she and Drake noticed his shoulders tense. “That’s all the answer I need. So who is it? Who’s pulling the strings here?”

Bastien shook his head. “That I can’t tell you.”

“You’re already a dead man no matter which way you look at it, so you may as well just tell us. If you do, there is the tiniest chance that you may receive mercy,” Olivia growled as her hand instinctively reached for the dagger hidden in her waistband.

“I’m aware of that, but I cannot tell you.”

“Bas, you need to fucking—”

“Damn it, Drake, I can’t!” Bastien shouted. He knew the pain Drake felt was nothing compared to what he’d feel if he knew the truth, but he refused to open that can of worms.

Liam remained eerily quiet as he listened to Bastien retell the events of that night. To say he was fuming would be the understatement of the millennium. Bastien’s continuous misleading and knowledge of Riley being drugged, assaulted, and potentially still in Cordonia sent Liam overboard. Not to mention, he basically left her for dead in a parking lot. Bastien did all of that; he may not have physically harmed her himself, but he stood guard, let it happen, and actively worked to cover it up, making Liam physically sick to his stomach.

The all-consuming rage he tried to control reached its boiling point. He was no longer asking nicely — he was demanding.

Liam slowly stood from his chair, the loud screech halting the surrounding bickering. He leaned over the table on his knuckles and positioned himself at eye level with his former guard. “You told her that I did it?”

Bastien’s eyes spread eagle. “I just needed to get her out of the door… I assumed that would get her to leave willingly, but she didn’t believe a word I said.”

Liam indignantly laughed, the sound sending waves of uncertainty through everyone in the room. “So it wasn’t enough to physically break her — you had to pile emotional pain on top, too?”

“Sir, she did not believe me,” Bastien reasoned. “She knew you would never do such a thing. It was only a last-ditch attempt on my part to get her out.”

Liam mindlessly nodded, ignoring the new wave of dread filling his veins. He’d convinced himself even through all this madness, when they reached the bottom of this intricate web, there was still a slight chance Riley could love him back, but that hope burst into flames instantaneously. Regardless of whether she believed the lie, he was more determined than ever to find her, ensure her safety, and make sure she knew he played no part in this. He had no intentions of hiding his prolonged negligence of the situation from her, but wasn’t willing to let her hate him over something he had no part of.

Liam took a deep, steadying breath and spoke in a low, timbre rumble. “I’m ordering you to tell me who orchestrated all this, Bastien — you owe me that much.”

Bastien remained silent for a long moment as he held his monarch’s intent gaze. Eventually, he sat back in his chair and broke eye contact while pursing his lips together. “Damn it, tell me!” Liam shouted, his voice echoing against the concrete walls.

Bastien hesitated, as he quickly planned his path from here. The potential to get caught was always there, and he thought extensively about what he would do and who to say in this situation. His secrets fueled a small portion of his decision, but the majority centered around fear. He wouldn’t be safe either way but would take his punishment from the crown. Aside from keeping his skeletons inside the closet, to defy the — others — would essentially put nails in his coffin, just waiting to be hammered in. He’d seen firsthand the carnage they were capable of; a couple of treason charges were nothing in comparison.

But if he pointed them in the right direction, it wouldn't be him outing the culprit.

The tension lingered but right when Olivia opened her mouth to push, Bastien quietly answered, “It was your father…”

The room went silent; not a single breath to be heard. Olivia took in the steadfast determination in Bastien’s features and knew for once — he wasn’t lying. And it made some sense; Bastien was purely manpower, not an active brain contributing, and Constantine had the power to force him into anything. However, she instantly knew the former monarch was not the person behind that door with Riley.

Constantine was in high demand and there was no way he could’ve slipped away from the jamboree that early unnoticed. Olivia recalled that night, and to her knowledge, Constantine retired at the same time as Liam. Plus, if they believed Liam’s out-of-body experience to be reality, Constantine was right beside him while the attack took place.

She believed him but also realized while he told the truth, he didn’t tell all of it. There was more to the story, and she intended to get any and every ounce of information out of him, no matter what it took.

Olivia opened her mouth to address Bastien, but Liam beat her to it. “My father?” He repeated, confusion showcased brightly on his face.

“Yes, sir,” Bastien softly spoke. “I know that may be hard for you to hear, but—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Liam suddenly bellowed as his shock quickly morphed into dangerous fury. “You’re still trying to lie?!”

Bastien’s eyes widened. “I swear to you — he’s the one who told me to send her back to New York.”

Liam shook his head, his face reddening with every sullen breath. “No… You’re just trying to cover your own ass, that’s it!”

Bastien sighed. “I don’t expect you to believe me, but that is the truth. Your father is the one who—”

Liam paced the small area, his racing thoughts spiraling out of control. “My father would not do this, regardless of how strongly he felt about it. This is fucking evil and deranged — he is a lot of things, but he would never do something like this to me.” He seethed. “So I will ask you one final time — who was it?”

Silence commenced once more, but Bastien eventually answered. “I told you who it was. If you choose not to believe me, that’s your prerogative. I did what he ordered me to do.”

Fast as lightning, Liam brought his fist up and connected with Bastien’s jaw. He went around the table and hit him again, and again, until Bastien was on his knees with his head dangling in between his still cuffed hands. Liam didn’t care if he killed him or not at that moment; all that mattered was exacting revenge on behalf of his beloved, even if she wasn’t there to witness it. The monarch checked out, replaced by a vicious beast — a starved one, at that.

Liam saw nothing except Riley’s face, the sound of her cries from his out-of-body experience echoing in his mind. His hand throbbed as he relentlessly took his frustrations out on Bastien, but he barely felt it because of the pure hatred and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Olivia and Drake watched, exchanging worried glances as Liam continued his assault. Both felt incredible amounts of anger toward Bastien, but they saw the bits of truth. Liam might not want to believe it, but Constantine made the most sense.

However, Olivia wholeheartedly believed Constantine was not the one in that room. He may have ordered Bastien to engage, but deep down she knew he was not the one calling the shots that night. As Liam continued to pummel him, she had half a mind to stop him, but the person taking out his anger on his crumpled guard was not her childhood friend, and even she was hesitant to interfere.

It was Drake who finally intervened, laying a firm hand on his shoulder. “Li…” When Liam shook him off, he tried again with more force. “Liam!”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” Liam shouted, quickly returning to his mission. Every bone that snapped underneath his fist soothed a portion of his soul, but he wasn’t willing to stop until Bastien felt even a small portion of the pain enveloping his entire being.

The door crept open and Leo went to step inside, Maxwell close behind, but halted when he spotted a bloodied and battered Bastien dangling from the side of the table. Liam continued his attack, completely oblivious to the additional presences in the room. Leo noticed the mixed expressions from Olivia and Drake and quickly pieced a vague conclusion together. Never in his life did he think Bastien could be capable of such atrocities, but clearly they found something to tie him to it.

Leo stepped toward Liam and timidly tapped his shoulder to gather his attention. “Li, we found Penelope. She was headed to the palace with orders for incineration upon arrival, but we stopped it and she should be back soon. I talked with Landon and Emmaline and they’ve agreed to send her wherever you see fit for autopsy. Ray recommended a specialist, but I wanted your input before I started the process.”

Liam finally stopped his assault and stared down at Bastien’s crumpled body with labored breaths. “The amount of which you’re willing to go to bury this is ridiculous! WHO could be that important that you would do all this — risk EVERYTHING for?!” He bellowed, his voice booming against the walls.

Bastien never answered, whether by choice or from his injuries, but a silence took over as Liam really pondered that question for a moment. This wasn’t just some measly scandal anymore; this was an extensive operation concocted to remove the top competitors and ensure he married Madeleine. At first assumption, it would be easy to point a finger at Madeleine herself, but Bastien held no allegiance to her, and the two hardly spoke before the start of the engagement tour. She held no power over him and had no way to get him to bend to her will.

And that was simply too easy — right?

Bastien’s involvement suddenly narrowed down the potential list of suspects, as Liam knew there was a very short number of people he would have no choice but to obey. Despite everything, he didn’t want to believe Bastien willingly did all of this. He expressed feeling some kind of remorse while it was happening, but he still aided and lied about it afterward, making his guilt irrelevant.

He had no reason to trust Bastien, but the more he thought about it, the more his heart accepted the tale.

The betrayal from his former guard was a lot to process, but knowing who could have ultimately constructed the whole thing shredded him into a million tiny pieces. Half of him was ready to unleash a wrath like no other, while the other half wanted to crumple into a ball and cry. His already fragile heart couldn't take the strain; right when he thought this situation couldn't get worse, it did. Someone so close forcefully took something so precious, knowing how much Riley meant to him, and it completely blindsided him.

His back hit the wall and he slid down it, clutching his chest. Leo and Drake quickly moved to catch him, thinking he was having another episode, but Liam shook them off. As everyone took in his dejection, they realized he accepted who their next subject of questioning would be.

“Leo…” Liam swallowed thickly, his breaths rapid and labored. “Tell me — tell me our father wouldn’t do this… He’s not evil, just hard-headed — right?”

Leo winced. “I… I wish I could, Li, but…” He didn’t want to believe it but with Constantine’s infatuation with the throne, he couldn’t put it past him. Their father was never malicious, but he had a control problem regarding the crown; Leo knew firsthand.

But would he go this far?

Liam let out a forceful huff of air and ran his hands down his face, trying and failing to keep his tears at bay. “I — I thought it was bad that Bastien betrayed me, but — him? Why would he do this?”

“I want to answer that, Liam, but I’m not the person to ask… One way or another, you know we have to confront him…”

Liam grimly nodded. “I know… I just — what if he is the one who did all of this? What am I supposed to do then, Leo?”

Leo remained silent for a long moment, gathering his thoughts, but was to no avail, as he genuinely didn’t have an answer. “I don’t know, Liam… I really don’t…”

[nifaraswife]

Tethered

Book: Blades of Light & Shadow

Characters: (F!Elf!MC) Reinys x Valax

Rating: T

Warnings: Fantasy violence, near-drowning

Length: 5.8k

Summary: Reinys and Valax navigate their way through the shadow realm after being bound to one another.

Tags: @mikaelsrose @watatsumi-island @steadycattaco @dutifullynuttywitch @luthorsxrojas @gaiuskamilah @niaerinisms @brycesgirl @harbingerofdespair @choicesficwriterscreations

A/N: Chapter 12-13 rewrite :)

Falling through the portal to the Shadow Realm had felt like stumbling into a dream.

She found that the landscape surrounding her was different than it had been when she first laid eyes on it for herself. Back then it was an infernal nightmare, with rivers of lava erupting into volcanic geysers and thick smoke so dense it obscured the horizon, concealing whatever horrors lied beyond it from view.

Now, it looked serene. Almost beautiful, even. The land still remained scorched black and felt rough beneath her hands like charcoal, and jagged rocks emerged from the surface in the distance to form sharp, unnatural cliff-faces at bent and uneven angles, but the sky above was illuminated with starlight. The hues melted from violet to indigo and then sapphire, adorned with stars shimmering like crystalline jewels among the celestial canopy high above.

She found herself struck with awe by the view, but that brief moment of peace didn’t last. Her companions soon tumbled onto the ground behind her, and she remembered where she was and who they were yet to face.

The Ash Princess.

Valax stepped through the portal behind them, her shadow panther snarling at her side and iron glaive wreathed in darkness. Her eyes locked onto Reinys like a wild animal about to seize its prey. The victim of another hunt, she had found herself caught in an endless chase across the realms, an eternal pursuit meant to end with her spilled blood.

Rage twisted Valax’s features, contorting her face into something sinister as her gaze burned through her, dangerously irate. At last, the huntress had reached her limit, finally weary of her target’s incessant toying.

“I’m growing tired of your games, Realm-walker.”

“And I’m sick of running from you.” Reinys scrambled to her feet as she reached for the chain at her hip fastened to her obsidian armour. “I won’t let you take my blood.”

The panther snarled from behind her and reared back as it prepared to strike, but she spun just in time to conjure an orb of Light in her hands. It seemed brighter in the darkness, almost blinding, and through strained vision she caught a brief glimpse of the panther’s pupils narrowing in fear before it hissed and went slinking off into the shadows.

Valax lunged to strike at her in retaliation before Tyril blocked her attack with his flame-wreathed sword. Reinys drew her blade, stabbing at a weak point in her armour until dark blood seeped from the wound that now marred her mottled skin and Valax whirled to glare at her. Nia moved to intervene but was thrown backwards into a nearby rock, clutching her head as she sunk to the ground.

“Nia!” Reinys moved to run to her, but her path was blocked as Valax continued to attack her companions. While the others kept her distracted with their weapons and magic, Reinys flung her chain forward, seizing Valax’s glaive. She pulled with all her strength until the pole was flung from the princess’s grasp, sailing through the air before embedding itself in the cracked ground several feet away.

“That’s it!” Valax snarled, and her body flared with darkness as tendrils of shadow emerged from her hands, reaching out towards them like vicious snakes. They wrapped themselves around her and her companions throats, forcing them off the ground as they struggled for air.

“Enough.” Nia rose from the ground, her skin turned grey and illuminated with the same dark energy Valax was wielding. She flicked her wrist and a bolt of shadow burst furth, circling around Reinys’s wrist and then Valax’s before forming what appeared to be a spectral chain. It snapped into place, creating a tether between the two of them before slowly fading from view.

“What is this?” Reinys asked as Valax watched on with unveiled contempt.

“I have bound her to you.” Nia said flatly. “If she tries to run or betray us, she’ll suffer like she has never suffered before.”

“Great,” Reinys sighed. “Because being bound to the murder princess is just what I need.” She tugged on the invisible chain just for the sake of it, and Valax speared her an irritated glare.

“You really think your meagre attempts at magic will stop me?” She sneered and attempted to send a blast of shadow towards Reinys, but fell to the ground as the chain pulled taut and she gripped her head in agony.

Nia nodded towards her crumpled form. “Now she has no choice but to help us.”

Reinys retrieved the glaive from out of the ground before kneeling down by her side, using the sharpened tip to lift Valax’s chin. She grinned and leant in closer, raven hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head. “Oh, I think I’ll be keeping this.”

Valax seethed and broiled with rage. “You—”

She turned back towards Nia and the others. “The next rift is in a place called Shroudwatch. This one will be leading us there.”

Reinys gestured to Valax, who scoffed at her words. “I would sooner lead you off a cliff.”

“Not if you want to make it back to your mother still in one piece.” She lifted her wrist to remind her of the chain. “You’re stuck with me, princess.”

Dawn had pierced the sky with pale light by the time they came across a worn-down village, the paths overrun with straggly weeds and nestled between buildings with cracked roof-tiles and walls of flaking paint. Not a soul was in sight, and Reinys felt a solemn sense of familiarity stirring deep within as she took in the town around her.

“This place, it can’t be…”

She noticed Valax was staring at her as if she had grown a second head. “You cannot possibly be familiar with this village.”

“It looks just like my hometown.” Reinys insisted. “Though it seems much worse for wear than…”

She trailed off as a strange-looking child came into view from around the corner, with ears akin to those of a sheep and a pair of antlers protruding from their head.

“Visitors! Mama, papa! Come quickly!” Just as suddenly as the child had appeared, they vanished into a nearby house only to re-emerge accompanied by an even stranger man and woman.

“Oh, it is good to see travellers again! It has been far too long.” The man spoke kindly, with even larger horns jutting from his head and dark hair worn over his shoulders in two thick braids. “I am Mithar. This is my wife Aderyn, and our child, Ellinae.”

Aderyn beamed, and Reinys noticed the golden feathers sprouting from her skin. “What brings you here to Ironbreach?”

“Ironbreach?” She echoed before shaking her head. “We’re just looking to reach Shroudwatch, we were hoping to find some horses here.”

“Well, we do have a few, but…” Mithar exchanged a glance with his wife.

“Our village is in dire need of repair,” Aderyn frowned. “If we could trouble you to spend just a short while aiding us, then you are more than welcome to take anything that would help ease your journey.”

“We’d be happy to help.” Reinys said, and Mithar led them all to the town square to show them the areas that needed attention the most. Nia stalked off as Tyril went to assess the vegetable gardens, while Mal and Imtura took to fixing the broken windows and fences, leaving Reinys with Valax to repair an old wooden cart.

Reinys ran her hand along the edge of the wheel. “Some of the spokes are rotten, we’ll have to replace them.” She noticed the wood was an unusual colour, a faded grey that matched the bark of the decayed trees surrounding the village.

“And you expect me to take orders from you?” Valax scowled.

“I think I’m right in assuming you’ve never had to mend a cart before, princess.” She said as she rummaged through the spare parts Mithar had given her. “But you’re welcome to prove me wrong. These are your people you’re meant to be helping, after all.”

Valax seethed with rage and conceded to handing her a small spanner, and Reinys found herself silently indulging in the fact there was nothing the princess could do to retaliate against her.

“You did not have to help them,” Valax said slowly as Reinys began dismantling the wheel’s rim. “They are defenceless villagers. You could have simply chosen to steal their horses and they would have been unable to stop you.” She tilted her head, studying Reinys like a puzzle she didn’t know how to solve. “But you still stayed here to aid them. Why?”

Reinys busied herself with inspecting the rotten pieces of wood. The cart hadn’t moved for a long time, and water from excessive rainfall had deteriorated the wheel, corroding it and making an ideal home for the insects she found festering within. “You still doubt my motives?”

“These are my people, Reinys. I don’t find it intrusive to question your intentions with them.”

She sighed and laid the spanner back down in the dirt. “It’s just that Ironbreach reminds me of my hometown, Riverbend. The people there took me in when I was a child who had nothing.”

“These are not the same villagers you grew up with.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make a difference. Even if this place had nothing in common with Riverbend, I’m not stealing from innocent people. Especially not when they’re struggling to get by as it is.”

Valax pondered that for a moment before turning her gaze away. The two worked on replacing the spokes and reassembling the wheel in silence until finally Reinys stood.

“There,” she grinned and patted the side of the cart. “Good as new.”

Just as Valax hauled herself off the ground, the winds around them began to shift and howl, growing eerie and cold. The sky turned dark almost in an instant as blackened clouds coalesced into a twisted, menacing omen of destruction, illuminated with sinister sparks of shadow flickering from deep within.

Mithar rushed towards them, panic rising in his voice. “Storm coming in! We need to get inside!”

“What kind of storm is this?” Reinys asked as she ran after him, shielding her eyes as harsh rain assailed the village from above. There had been no signs of it earlier, as though it had simply materialised from nothing.

“A normal one, here.” Valax answered, almost too calmly. “Storms in the shadow realm are caused by rampant magic, when wild and unrestrained they can cause great chaos.”

Mithar led them towards the Ashen family’s home for shelter, but as they arrived at the door Aderyn burst out in a hurry, her gaze frantic. “Ellinae’s not here!”

Reinys turned to peer through the darkness, wet hair clinging to the side of her face as she assessed the town for their whereabouts. “I see them by the riverbank!”

“But it could flood any minute now—“ Mithar said in alarm.

“You two just stay here, we’ll get Ellinae!”

She and Valax tore off running towards the riverbank, the rain only growing harsher until they were forced to shout over the torrential downpour.

“I don’t see them!” Valax yelled in frustration, but then a small figure appeared in their range of view, obliviously singing and twirling in the rain as a wall of water crashed around the river-bend.

“Look out!” Reinys called, but Ellinae didn’t hear. She leapt into the riverbed and grabbed the child, using all her strength to toss them up to Valax who still stood on the edge of the bank.

“I’ve got them!” Valax said as she caught Ellinae, and Reinys stepped forward to join them. Before she could even react, a towering wave smashed into her, sweeping her up in the raging flood as she stood in its path where Ellinae had been only moments earlier.

Reinys felt water roaring in her ears as the maelstrom enveloped her, and she found the world turning dark and cold around her as she was dragged helplessly to the depths below.

Reinys managed to breach the surface of the river just long enough to gasp in a deep breath before another wave sent her crashing under once more. As strong of a swimmer as she was, even she couldn’t escape the pull of the flood, flailing her way through the water as branches and debris scraped viciously at her arms and legs.

The next time she emerged for air, she thought she saw another figure fighting their way through the current amidst the rain and water, but when she sunk under once more, they were gone.

She felt her strength waning as the water chilled her to the bones and her muscles grew weak, struggling to stay afloat as mouthfuls of water invaded her lungs. 

Just as she was sure she was going to drown, a familiar face carved her way through the water towards her, eyes brimmed with disdain. Valax gripped her by the arm and dragged her through the current, not releasing Reinys from her iron grip until the two of them had finally reached the shore.

Reinys collapsed onto the hard rock surface, barely conscious and unable to cough up the excess water. Valax loomed over her, face only inches from her own as her lungs burned and vision began to blur.

She gave a few quick, sharp prods to her chest until at last Reinys rolled over, expelling the water from her lungs as she heaved and gulped in her first deep breaths of precious air before lying flat on her back.

“That…feels better.” She spluttered, coughing.

“I would imagine so.” Valax said flatly. “Half the river came out of your lungs, after all.”

Slowly, Reinys hauled herself upright and leant against the stump of a fallen tree, head pounding. “How the hells did you just swim through a flood like it was nothing?”

Valax didn’t answer, refusing to meet her gaze as the river continued rushing.

“…Alright then, why did you rescue me?” Even after nearly drowning and now completely soaked, Reinys couldn’t conceal the smirk that curved her lips. “I thought you wanted me dead.”

“I do.” She snapped finally, raising her wrist where the shadow chain keeping them bound together was barely visible. “As you said, I’m stuck with you. If you die, I pay the price for it. Why else would I have dragged you from the water?”

“I don’t know,” Reinys grinned. “Maybe you’re starting to actually like me.”

“Ridiculous.” Valax scoffed. “You’re nothing but a nuisance to me, and have been ever since I started pursuing you.”

Her gaze softened slightly before she swiftly looked away. “Still, you saved an Ashen child. A life for a life, that is all.”

Surprised by the sincerity of her words, Reinys found herself speechless before they both shivered as the frigid winds around them froze their dampened skin. 

“We need to seek shelter,” Valax said and stood to her feet, frowning as she glanced towards Reinys. “You don’t look well enough to travel, and we must make haste before the storm worsens.”

Before she could comprehend what was happening, Valax had hoisted her from the ground and tossed her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes with ease.

From behind her, Reinys gaped. “What are you—”

“Don’t ask questions.” Valax snapped and briskly began walking uphill. “I won’t let you slow me down, and this whole ordeal would be a lot less taxing if someone hadn’t chased off my panther.”

“Yeah, you seemed pretty pissed about that.” Valax continued to carry her in silence, Reinys muttering under her breath the whole way until she was well enough to stand once more.

She followed Valax as she marched towards a series of jagged black rock pillars jutting viciously from the ground, surrounded by a copse of dead trees with skeletal branches and bark like charcoal, but Reinys nearly slammed into her back as the princess stopped abruptly in her tracks.

“Scorching suns.” She cursed lowly. “Shadestalker.”

“Aw, using pet names already, princess?”

“No, look.” She shoved Reinys forward so she could see the sinister shape emerging from the tree line. A monster of grey, scaled flesh, from which tendons and raw sinew were visible through ripped patches of skin beneath a mouth lined with several rows of sharp, deadly teeth.

“What the hells is that?” She whispered, almost too startled to speak.

“As I said, it’s a Shadestalker. This creature has been pursuing me across the Shadow Realm for the past year.”

“Sounds familiar.” She said, but Valax remained unamused. “And here I thought there was nothing you couldn’t beat.”

“I have defeated it countless times, but it always comes back. We need to leave.”

“Why not fight it together?” Reinys asked. “There are two of us, it’s outnumbered.”

Valax shook her head. “Perhaps the lack of oxygen you suffered is affecting your competence, but you are not fit to fight it in your current state. It will tear you apart before I can.”

“Alright then, let’s just…back away slowly…”

The two moved to step backwards, but the Shadestalker whirled as if already sensing its prey. The monster let out a bellowing roar that pierced the air around them, and even the winds trembled as Reinys clamped her hands down over her ears.

“Wait,” Valax tried to warn. “Don’t look at its—”

The golden eye in the centre of the Shadestalker’s chest began to pulse in time with her heartbeat as Reinys stared, entranced as it radiated a captivating, golden glow akin to warm sunlight. A beacon of light amidst the vicious storm, it emanated a gentle, lulling rhythm, one that filled her mind with beautiful music as it lured her under its control, calling her like a moth drawn to a flame.

She knew what she needed to do.

“Reinys? What are you—”

Her gaze turned towards Valax, irises lit up with an eerie, scarlet hue as she reached for the blade at her hip. “Oh, this will be fun.”

Reinys slashed at Valax, who narrowly sidestepped her attack, but she was far from finished. She struck again and again, with all the strength of the unrelenting storm that continued to assail them as lightning flashed each time she charged.

“Stop letting it control you!” Valax yelled over the torrent, deftly dodging another hit although several cuts now marred her arms.

Rainfall whipped at their skin and thunder shook the sky as Reinys thrust the knife forward, plunging it into her chest, but the princess barely reacted beyond exhibiting a short twinge of surprise.

She seized the chance to tackle Valax to the ground, and she clawed at Reinys’s arms as she struggled beneath her.

“Are you ready to meet your end, princess?” A terrifyingly malevolent grin lit up her face as she leered over her victim. “Will your mother be sad when she finds you torn to bloody pieces?”

“Reinys, snap out of it!” Valax grunted as she kicked and thrashed from below.

“It’s…” She came back to herself for a brief moment. “It’s not me!”

She felt that same, powerful force begin to take over once more, flooding her mind with visions of destruction and death until a sharp bolt of pain pulsated from her temple. When she opened her eyes there was blood trickling down the side of her face, and Valax was lying beneath her with a jagged, bloodied rock upturned in her hand.

“Ow,” Reinys groaned, feeling dazed as the scarlet hue faded from her eyes like mist. “That hurt, but it worked.”

“Good. Now get off of me.”

Reinys felt her cheeks grow warm as she realised she was straddling her torso, knife still raised above her throat. “Ah, right.”

They both scrambled to their feet as the Shadestalker approached them, and it snarled as it lashed at them with clawed hands and razor-like teeth. Reinys reached for her chain and flung it forward until it ensnared the monster, deadly steel blades embedding themselves painfully in its scaled flesh.

She held the creature in place until Valax plunged her shadow-wreathed glaive straight through its glowing, golden eye, and a sickly river of ichor ran down the Shadestalker’s chest before it teetered and fell to the ground, dissolving into a pile of blackened ash.

“It’s gone.” Reinys murmured, re-coiling the chain before fastening it back to her belt.

Valax stared down at it with disdain. “It will be back.”

The two turned towards the outcropping once more, wordlessly continuing their search for shelter as darkness shrouded the world around them.

The further they walked, the worse the storm became, and dark sparks and wisps of shadow streaked the air around them, flickering amid the wind and rain.

Reinys swore she could hear the distressed wails of what sounded like a small creature, the noise barely audible over the downpour cascading all around them. She glanced around the darkness until she found it, an owlbear cub huddled beneath a small, narrow overhang of obsidian-like rocks. The cub’s feathers were matted together, and he held his paws over his large, round eyes as he trembled in terror.

“Poor little guy, she murmured, turning to Valax. “Where’s his mother?”

“Owlbears don’t leave their cubs alone.” She said, and for the first time Reinys saw her eyes tinged with sadness. “She likely died defending him.”

Memories flashed across her vision as she thought back to her own parents, sacrificing their lives to save her own.

“I’m not leaving him here.” Before Valax could say anything, Reinys had vanished into the rain, realm-walking toward the rocks in favour of pushing against the winds. 

“Hey, little guy.” She crooned as she knelt gently by his side. The owlbear cub shrunk back, feathers quivering, and she slowly held out her hand for him to sniff. Several minutes passed before he inched closer, cautiously clacking his beak before allowing her to stroke his soft head. “I’m Reinys. Wanna get out of this storm?”

“Quickly, I’ve found a cave!” Valax’s voice echoed over the winds, her silhouette barely visible through the dense fog. Reinys scooped the owlbear up lightly in her arms, causing him to emit a confused squawk before he nestled his head against her chest. 

She followed Valax into a deep cavern just as bolts of shadow magic began to strike at the ground outside. “What the hells are those?” Reinys asked, and the cub tried to bury himself deeper into her embrace.

“Shadow missiles.” Valax said, a little too casually. “It is a good thing we found this place when we did.”

She shifted her gaze towards the owlbear cub Reinys still held in her arms. “If you are to keep him, he will need a name. That’s what parents do, give you a name and purpose.”

“I think his purpose is to be cute.” She booped the base of his beak. “And he’s doing a very good job of it.” 

Valax scoffed. “You are impossible to understand.” 

Reinys sat down against the cold cavern wall, running her fingers through the cub’s soft feathers thoughtfully. “What if I named you…Nox?” She watched him as he curled up in her lap, and he tilted his head to look up at her with large, shining eyes. “Would you like that?”

The owlbear chirruped happily, and Valax stared at her in confusion. “You would name him after darkness?”

Reinys shrugged. “He was born here, it suits him.”

Valax began scouting out the depths of the cave as Nox drifted off to sleep, but when she returned, she appeared displeased. “There is no wood here to start a fire, without one we’ll freeze to death.”

Reinys lifted her hand, conjuring an orb of Light that drifted into the air like a small sun, gently illuminating the cavern and offering a pleasant wave of warmth. Valax physically recoiled as her eyes widened, and she took an abrupt step back.

“You don’t have to be scared of it, you know.”

“I am not scared.” Valax’s expression twisted into one of contempt as she eyed the orb warily. “I merely know what that power is capable of. You are a fool for not feeling the same.”

Reinys was silent for a moment. “Power can be capable of anything, it just depends who’s wielding it.” She said eventually, after careful thought. “I’ve believed the same about Shadow for a long time.”

“And I’m supposed to believe this power is safe in your hands?”

She noticed Valax still hadn’t moved. “Well, you can either come sit here in the warmth or continue to freeze. It’s your choice.”

The princess glowered at her from where she stood on the opposite side of the cave before she begrudgingly moved to sit closer. 

“You know,” Reinys continued, “I couldn’t help but notice that you rescued me again back there.”

“I’ve already said, you’re no use to me dead.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” She said smugly.

Valax scowled, dark lips curling into a scornful frown. “You get more infuriating each moment I spend with you. Not to mention you stabbed me twice.”

“One of those was an accident!” She said. “Besides, you spent fourteen days draining my blood, you don’t get to say anything.”

Reinys found her gaze flickering down towards Valax’s torso where dried blood surrounded the wounds she had inflicted, and glanced back to her face guiltily. “I suppose…I could heal them for you.”

Valax raised an eyebrow, her voice still tentative. “Heal? With the Light?”

“You were going to make a fire.” Reinys pointed out. “Aren’t they the same? They both have the power to keep you alive or destroy you. Unless you would rather bleed to death?”

Valax snorted. “That won’t happen.”

“You sound awfully confident for someone who was just complaining about being stabbed.”

She was silent as several seconds passed, before a strange flicker of vulnerability wavered across her features, illuminated by the orb of Light. “You asked earlier how I was able to swim through the flood when you could not.”

“Yes. You weren’t very subtle about brushing me off either, by the way.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.” Valax snapped. “I was able to do so because I am a construct. I’m not bound by mortal frailty as you are. I am my mother’s will incarnate.”

“Woah,” Reinys managed, unsure how to react. “So you’re, what, immortal?”

“I was designed to be infallible, yes.” She said, though her patience was beginning to strain.

“I guess that’s why it feels like you never stop hunting me.”

“Indeed. You can run all you like, Reinys, but there is nowhere in all the realms I won’t find you. You cannot outlast me forever.”

The words should have struck a chord of terror deep within her, but Reinys found her attention drawn back towards the princess’s wounds. “So your injuries are…”

Valax waved a hand. “Merely an inconvenience.”

“I still can’t imagine they’re particularly comfortable.” Reinys reached outwards to the exposed, firm muscle of her upper stomach, fingers gentle as they brushed against Valax’s damp, mauve skin.

“What are you—” Valax elicited a light gasp at the coolness of the sensation and found that her breathing grew shallower at her touch, watching entranced as Reinys began to imbue her fingers with Light. A delicate warmth danced across Valax’s skin as the wounds seemed to slowly knit themselves back together before her very eyes. 

“Returning the favour,” Reinys said curtly before she gingerly withdrew her touch. “Not that you see it that way.” 

Valax’s dark, sodden hair still clung to her temple, the faint white streak piercing through like a bolt of lightning against a storm-strewn sky. She pressed her back against the cavern wall and cleared her throat. “You are ridiculous.” Her voice grew soft as she glanced downward, avoiding her gaze. “But…thank you.”

Valax stared at her hands for a moment, as though uncertain what to do with them without a weapon in her hold. “You…seem less hesitant in the presence of Shadow than your companions, but yet you still wield the Light. Why?” 

Reinys paused to run her fingers through Nox’s raven-blue feathers. “I was raised by a witch.”

“A witch?” She asked, unable to hide her intrigue.

“A rogue acolyte from the Temple of Light. She witnessed the horrors their priests deemed ‘righteousness’ and chose to flee.” Reinys mused. “Almost everything I know, I learnt from her.”

Valax’s brows furrowed. “Then why continue to wield the same power as her oppressors?”

Reinys found that the corners of her mouth curved upward slightly at the memory. “Defiance, mostly. She had spent most of her life being told how to use her power, so once she had her freedom she wished to take control of it for herself, even if that meant living outside of the law.”

“And what happened to her?” Valax asked. 

“Eventually her Light ran out.” She answered. “Though she lived to be old. Normally that’s a feat within the temple only high priests get to obtain, hoarding their Light while forcing those beneath them to expend their own.”

“…My condolences.”

“It’s alright.” Reinys said. “She always said she’d prefer a natural death over being hanged in the city square.”

The Ashen princess scoffed. “You Daywalkers are as barbaric as I’ve always believed.”

“And what does your mother do with her insubordinates?” 

Reinys looked at her pointedly, and Valax gave a defeated sigh. “She has them thrown into the moat.”

“Hang on, the moat of lava? Gods…”

From outside, the howling winds formed a haunting melody, and Valax was silent for a moment in thought, staring outside wistfully before she spoke once more. “Mother calls this ‘chaos’.”

Reinys glanced towards the cavern entrance, where darkness assailed the land beyond, and blasts of shadow magic fell swiftly like rain. “Certainly looks chaotic.”

“Storms like these are where chaos thrives. Shadow feeds on it, which is why overexposure corrupts the mind.” She continued speaking even as thunder shook the cave. “It’s a power that lurks deep within, often found within memories as a result.”

“Memories?” Reinys asked. 

“Shadow is a tempest, chaotic and unrestrained. Memories are the greatest form of chaos, a shifting whirlwind of times long since passed.” Valax was quiet for a moment before she spoke once more. “Navigating them is often like trying to find your way through a storm. Do you not find your mind clouded by them in the same way?”

“Sometimes.” She admitted. 

“The power to search through another person’s mind, their memories, is an ulterior form of shadow magic that we deem advantageous. If you know your enemy’s mind, you know how to break them.”

“Ominous.” Reinys muttered. “But I understand what you mean.” She looked back towards the cavern entrance. For a moment the passing shadows appeared utterly still, like darkened water unperturbed, before the maelstrom resumed devouring any remnants of tranquility still lying in its path. “And I see why you’re so fond of this chaos.”

“It’s the only beauty I have known.” Valax murmured. “Until I met you.”

Reinys assumed Valax spoke of the brief glimpses she had seen of the Light Realm between their sporadic hunts, but she still couldn’t resist the chance to tease her.

“Oh?” Reinys propped a hand under her chin, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So when you were chasing me through the Whimsywood, you thought I was pretty?”

“Hm,” Valax pondered, though her cheeks began to turn a deep shade of purple. “You are not completely repulsive.”

“How charming.”

“Don’t patronise me.”

Reinys leant back, grinning. “Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

The smile began to fade from her face as a heavy gust of wind surged into the cavern, bringing with it a biting chill that numbed her skin. With her strength fading, the orb of Light began to flicker and dim, taking the last remnants of warmth as it barely remained hovering in the air. 

“What’s wrong with it?” Valax asked. 

“It’s too cold here for me to keep it lit.” Reinys said. “We’ll have to huddle for warmth.”

Valax frowned. “I do not huddle.”

“Well, it sure would be a shame if I died here and all my blood went to waste before you could use it.”

“Fine.” She snapped, and begrudgingly inched herself closer, her arm barely brushing against Reinys’s own. 

“You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“I’ve never needed to huddle because I’m not a frail mortal who could not even withstand a single storm.” Valax goaded. 

Reinys began to sulk, but another gust of wind sent them both shivering, and they leant towards each other instinctively. 

“Not a word of this to anyone.” Valax warned.

Reinys smirked. “Don’t want your generals thinking you’ve turned soft?”

“That is one reason, yes.” She shifted a little, seeming agitated by the close proximity. “But I cannot have anyone knowing I’m fraternising with an enemy of the empire like this.”

“Interesting way of putting it,” Reinys said. “But your secret’s safe with me.”

She looked back down at her lap, where Nox emitted occasional soft hoots as he slept, before returning her attention towards Valax once more. “You realise this only works if we’re actually close enough to warm each other up, right?”

Valax scowled. “I thought this was sufficient.” 

“Sure, if you want to become an icicle by sundown.” Reinys tilted her head. “Unless…are you afraid?”

“You don’t know what nonsense you speak. There are far more terrifying creatures in this world than you.”

“Ah, like our creepy stalker friend.” She watched as Valax refused to meet her gaze. “You know…you don’t have to pretend you’ve never felt fear before.”

“I’ve already told you, I am not scared.” Her eyes burned with ire, but behind it she swore she glimpsed a tinge of apprehension.

“Not even of this?” Reinys reached over to skim her fingers lightly along Valax’s arm, the skin like lavender marble mottled with shadow, but she pulled back when Valax stiffened. 

Instead, she settled down and wrapped an arm around her back, surprised when the princess slowly began to melt into her touch as several minutes passed. 

“Fear is a weakness.” She said eventually, her voice soft but laced with sorrow. “One it seems even I am not exempt from.” 

Reinys didn’t dare speak further, the atmosphere already far too brittle to risk interrupting the fragility of their embrace by enkindling the princess’s temper, a skill she seemed to have mastered as of late.

Valax leant her head on her shoulder, eyes blinking slowly, and Reinys found herself doing the same as her weariness finally caught up to her. 

“I don’t trust you.” Valax whispered into the darkness. 

“I know.” 

“I’m still going to rend your limbs from your body.”

“If you say so.” 

Reinys smiled softly as Valax yawned, their heads resting against each other as the wind and rain swirled in a destructive dance far beyond, until finally they found themselves lulled to sleep by the melodic song of the storm. 

[talasintahan]

i will always be there for you, raine. always.

aerin x raine for an art trade with @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

[angelasscribbles]

All That She Wants Chapter 3: Let's Talk

Series: All That She Wants

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Drake

Word Count: 1,264

Rating: M

Warnings for this chapter: tiny flakes of lemon

My other stuff: Master List.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, matting his hair and dripping onto the glistening skin of the woman writhing underneath him.

It had been a month since Drake had taken Riley back to his room and done all the things he’d fantasized about for so long. She’d come back the next day and the day after that.

And then she’d gone back to being friendly and polite, but nothing more.

Until tonight.

Though he had been determined to demand a conversation, all his resolve had crumbled the moment he’d opened his door to find her standing on the other side.

He had given in to her so easily, and now her legs were wrapped around his waist, her nails sunk into the tanned flesh of his shoulder blades, and his cock was buried deep inside her.

His name fell from her lips as she shuddered beneath him, and he slammed into her one last time, sending streams of milky hot liquid erupting into her.

He nuzzled into the side of her neck as he caught his breath, unwilling to move off her just yet.

He wasn’t ready for this to be over.

He breathed in the scent of lilac and lavender mingled with sweat and sex. His tongue and lips trailed down her supple skin, the taste salty and sweet.

She made approving noises at first, but then she pushed at him to get him to roll off her. “It’s hot and you’re sweaty.”

“So are you.” He countered, but he complied by dropping his body onto the mattress next to her.

“Yes, I know. I need to borrow your shower.”

The unspoken part hung in the air between them. She couldn’t go back to her husband reeking of sex.

They lay side by side for several long minutes; him searching her face for something he couldn’t quite find.

Part of him was afraid of scaring her away, but a bigger part needed to know what was going on. He couldn’t face the prospect of her leaving and him not knowing if or when he’d see her again. “Listen, Riley. We need to talk.”

“About?”

“What we’re doing here.”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“Haha. Seriously. Listen. I know I have a reputation, Riley, but—”

She cut him off with an incredulous laugh. “You say that like it’s not a well-deserved reputation. You’ve been with a lot of women!”

He blew out a breath of frustration. “I have been with a lot of women, but—”

“It’s okay, Drake. You’re safe.” She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “I know you don’t do relationships, and I’m not asking you for one. I get it.”

“No, you don’t!” He shot upright, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back. “I want a relationship, Riley!”

She gave him a puzzled look as she shifted her body into the same cross-legged sitting position he had settled into. “No, you don’t. In the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve never dated the same woman for more than a few weeks. And it’s not for lack of opportunity. They throw themselves at you. I’ve seen it.”

His eyes searched her face for any trace of jealousy. “Does that bother you?”

Her brows furrowed momentarily. “What?”

“The women, Riley!” He exploded. “Do you care, even a little, when you see me with someone else?”

He read nothing but confusion in her eyes as she shook her head, “Why would you think—”

“Because it fucking kills me every time I see you with Liam, that’s why! I thought it was just me, all one-sided, but then you… this happened…” he gestured between them.

“What are you saying, Drake?”

“I’m saying that I want a fucking relationship, Riley, but the woman I want it with married my best friend!”

“I…I didn’t know…” she looked stricken.

His voice went quiet as he asked, “Is that why you didn’t give me the courtesy of a heads-up before you got engaged?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh my god, Drake! I had no idea that you ever had feelings like that for anyone, much less for me!”

“Yeah, well, I am in ample possession of plenty of feelings… I just don’t see the point of sharing them with most people.”

“I don’t know what to say. I never knew you felt that way.”

“Why did you think that night happened?”

“Um…. Because you’re Drake Walker and you sleep with anyone and everyone?”

“I do not!”

She arched her eyebrows.

“Okay, I have been around the block a time or two, but do you really think I would have slept with someone Liam was interested in if I didn’t have genuine feelings for them?”

She twirled a loose strand of hair around a fingertip as she considered that. “I mean…we had been drinking, so I chalked it up to that.”

“Would it have made a difference if I’d told you how I felt?”

“Back then? No.” She had been too in love with Liam to give serious consideration to anyone else.

“And now?”

“Drake…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I assumed this was just fun and games for you. You know I love Liam. I married him!”

His eyes squeezed shut, pain swirling through him. His voice was clipped as he bit out, “Then why are you here?”

Her gaze drank him in as she considered whether or not to confide in him. One look into his misery-filled eyes convinced her that he was never going to use anything she told him against her.

She could trust him.

Her eyes were trained on her fingers as they twisted the edge of the sheet. Drawing a shaky breath, she admitted, “I can’t remember the last time Liam touched me.”

Drake went still as a soft, “Ah.” slipped from his lips.

She looked up, stunned at the tone she detected in his voice. “You’re not surprised.”

He sighed, unwilling to divulge Liam’s secrets no matter how in love he was with Riley. He hadn’t known they weren’t sleeping together, but in light of the information, he did know exactly why.

Seeing a possible way out without lying, he opted for a truth that wasn’t the whole truth. “I didn’t realize that you two weren’t…. I mean…” a crimson flush crawled up his neck and spread across his face as he stumbled over his words.

For the first time since they started this serious conversation, Riley laughed. It was a short, ironic laugh. She reached for his hand. “Geeze, Drake, after what we just did, are you really afraid to use words like sleeping together? Having sex?” She leaned closer with a hint of provocation lacing her voice. “Fucking?”

The flush went a shade deeper. “Riley!”

Her eyes traced across his face in pleased astonishment. Drake Walker, a known lothario, had somehow regressed into a skittish schoolboy because of her.

She couldn’t repress the smile or the soft laugh that burst out of her at the realization. Her fingers flew to her lips to try to cover it, but he noticed.

“Fuck!” He dropped his face into his hands to hide it from her. “I’m sorry for acting like an idiot.”

“No,” she reached out and gently pried his hands away from his face. “I like this new side of you.”

“Really?” He lifted his head and gazed at her with such tender hope and tortured longing that her heart stuttered in her chest, and butterflies exploded through her.

Well, shit.

That hadn’t been part of the plan.

[rosesnink]

Meet Queen Kenna

ABOUT KENNA

Full Name: Kenna Rys

Meaning behind the name: Kenna- youthful

Birthday: NA

Status: Alive

Nickname: My queen

Age: Mid-twenties

Parents: Marcellus Rys, Adriana Rys

Sibling(s): None

Further Family: None

How old they appear: Mid-twenties

Weight: 63kg

Height: 1.68m

Skin Type: Fair, slightly tanned

Religion: NA

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair color and lenght: Brown, down till her shoulders

Taste in clothes: Kenna prefers comfortable clothes and is always in her usual blue armor, although as princess the Queen of Stormholt she's gotten used to gowns.

Music: NA

Good habits: Free-spirited, brave, corageous, idealistic, inspiring and determined

Bad habits: Stubborn, ill-tempered

Guilty pleasure: None, she enjoys everything without guilt

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, drinking games

Deepest fears: Losing her family all over again

Love Interest: Annelyse Adair, Queen of Aurelia and Queen Consort of Stormholt

Child(ren): Marcellus Rys II, King of Stormholt, Queen Ayrin of Aurelia

Actual Residence: Stormholt Castle, Stormholt, modern day Cordonia

Allies: Queen Aurynn of Fydoria, Co-Queens Adder Lykel and Zenobia Nevrakis of Lykos, Whitlock and Hex of the Foundry, Will Jackson, Dominic Hunter, Rose and Trystan Blake, Sei and Anu Rukha, Diavolos Nevrakis, Valentina Greaves, Raydan Lykel, etc

Enemies: Luther Nevrakis (dead) Empress Azura of the Iron Empire (dead)

Goals: Unify the Five Kingdoms under a peaceful rule

BACKSTORY

Kenna grew up raised by her mother, Queen Adriana, after her father's premature death. She was never interested in balls or frilly things, but rather train with a sword with her best friend, Dominic Hunter, an orphan who had been taken in by servants. Many thought that the pair were in love, but really, it was all platonic.

Kenna grew into a beautiful, yet fierce young woman who craved riding into battle and bringing glory to her kingdom. That is, until Luther Nevrakis assassinated the rulers of the Five Kingdoms, her mother included. Kenna swore to avenge her death one day.

DURING THE SERIES

After the disastrous banquet, Kenna ran away to the Ruins of Rajkur, where the monks trained her to one day retake Stormholt back into Rys hands.

Unfortunately, Prince Marco Nevrakis was obssesed with killing her so no threatn would come when it came to the sole Nevrakis rule. With Luther off to fight the Iron Empire, and Kenna having been ambushed, she ran off to Leon Stirling's camp filled with mercenaries and former Stormholt soldiers.

They soon recognized her face, for she had a bounty on her head, and she decided to fight Severin, head of the mercenaries, in exchange for loyalty and recruiting the mercenaries and soldiers. It was a tough battle, but Kenna reigned champion and decided to recruit Severin than execute him. He'd prove to be a deadly fighter.

Next they were off to Aurelia, for its wealth was famous across the realm, as well as it was hidden. The beautiful and charming queen welcomed Kenna herself and threw a banquet in her honour, and both shared a romantic moment, as well as she got acquainted with her spymaster, Raydan.

Much to her dismay, it was all a cunning ambush from Marco to capture her, and he almost succeeded, had Kenna not struck him with a hidden dagger, and escaped. Her next destination was the famous Foundry of the Technocrats.

On the Labrynth, they found a young boy by the name Whitlock, who proved to be an asset in her quest to defeating the labyrinth and its beast. Now at the Foundry, she found out that Whitlock was the leader and recruited him to her cause.

With a mighty army at her back, Kenna rode to Stormholt, where the final battle would ensue. The battle's tide favoured Kenna, but Hex's -who was Whitlock's mentor- cannon turned the tides, Kenna had to fall back in order to persevere lives.

With Dom's help on the inside, the cannon was destroyed, and Kenna went for Marco in a mighty duel, where she ended up decapitating him for his crimes.

After winning the battle, she was crowned the rightful queen and prepared herself for the next threat: Luther Nevrakis himself, who'd return soon to tighten his grip on the Five Kingdoms.

Next, she went to Thorngate, where she defeated the Nevrakis army and convinced the Thorngate people to join her cause and proclaimed Rowan Thorn as queen, although the battle had a terrible cost: the castle almost burned, and Dominic lost control of his powers, almost burning Kenna alive while trying to save her from Vassilios Nevrakis' attempt on her life.

Now with Thorngate at her side, she travelled incognito to Alriel, the famous city that was under the crude rule of Florian, who had an iron grip on the ship builders. Kenna encourages the citizens to rebel, and fight back Florian's tyranny. Although they don't dethrone Florian, they do get what they wanted... a fleet, and travel to Lykos, where terrible news are met: the Foundry has been destroyed by Hex!

Before Luther arrives, they must also take Lykos and capture Zenobia, and they have to ask for the help of the Adder of Lykos... Raydan's sister. The Adder proves to be cunning and cruel, but Kenna proves her wrong and even gives her a poisoned dagger. Making a deal with her, she parts to Zenobia's masquerade ball and discovers how cruel she can be. With her eyes on Zenobia's necklace, Kenna sees one fire user controlled by Hex and prevents him from killing while Raydan steals the necklace, and they all escape in time... but Helene Leventis, the right hand of Luther and Gabriel's killer, intercepts them. Kenna uses her wit to let her see that serving the Nevrakis ins't honourable and that she's a coward for clinging at her, and Helene finally sees reason... and joins her cause, deserting Luther.

Meanwhile, in order to weaken Nevrakis rule, Kenna sends Val into the viper's den as Zenobia's handmaiden, where Val uses her cunning to gain the princess' trust and capture her, and she does a formidable job, as well as getting intel on what Hex is planning, and even steals a weapon that proves mighty in the battle.

After much preparation, and with Dom back from his mission, they prepare for the Battle of the Bay, and while it started well, soon Kenna was in danger, but was rescued by Dom... turned into a mighty blue dragon! They both soared the skies, sinking Hex's ships and reducing Luther's army by much. While Dom kept on burning everything, Kenna faced off against Luther, and after a tough fight, she won the fight, capturing the Blood King himself.

However, Dom worked himself too far and collapsed... right into Hex's clutches, who captured and enslaved him for her own, evil purposes.

In the aftermath, while interrogating Luther, Kenna discovered why he had come back so soon to the Five Kingdoms: the Iron Empire. After that, Kenna received an invitation to visit the empire.

Everything started off well, but there was something off about the empire and the empress herself. When they invited Kenna and her companions to a championship, Leon, Kenna's personal guard and warrior, was sacrified for the empress. In her pain, rage and grief, Kenna swore to take an eye for an eye.

They fled Marossi, not without taking Clover, Azura's handmaiden, with her, as well as a wolf pup whom Whitlock taught how to talk. They'd recruit everyone in the Five Kingdoms to make alliances... starting with the Nevrakises.

Kenna invited the remaining Nevrakis family to dinner: Luther, Zenobia, Diavolos and their ally, Florian. What started as a tense situation, Kenna used her diplomacy and soon connected with the youngest son, Diavolos, whom Luther sent alongside Kenna for her mission to fight back against the Iron Empire. Kenna, Diavolos and Annelyse went to Aurelia to avoid further wreckage while Raydan and Val went to Fydoria to seek answers against Empress Azura's power.

On Aurelia, Kenna, Diavolos, Jackson and Sei fought against dragon Dom while Whitlock stayed safe in the airship. The fight was difficult, and Kenna almost died, but Dom returned to them, as well as Sei's friend Anton, and it seemed like Hex would flee again... but Whitlock intercepted her and confronted her, making her see reason, and willingly took her prisoner. Kenna decided to make use of Hex and make her work for her as redemption.

When returning to their headquarters, Kenna received devastating news: Raydan had betrayed them for Azura, and had thus injured Val in the commotion.

After days, Kenna and Raydan reunited, but she was not happy. He was a traitor, after all. As they sparred, he proved that he had been a mole in Azura's side and had discovered Azura's weakness: spells and her own daughter, Lia, whom he had brought with him as a secret weapon against the empress, who turned out to be a thousand years old. They fought off Azura's shadow assassins and interrogated Raydan about his findings after he recovered from his injuries.

With one last night before the battle, Kenna spent the night with Val, Annelyse and Diavolos. The day after, Kenna prepared for the battle as Azura's army came to Stormholt. The battle was her most difficult and challenging, and seeing that Azura had no qualms killing people left and right for her own purpose, she played the deadliest gamble: she'd fight Azura herself in a one-on-one combat against Azura.

Raydan's spionage proved fruitful and her anti-magic spells weakened Azura's offense, and when it seemed like she'd die, with one last effort, she struck Azura, killing her in the duel. In that moment, everything was fine.

But Luther Nevrakis betrayed her and tried to kill her, but Diavolos himself helped her duel him and killed him as well, thus ending all of the threats of her reign.

To celebrate, she decided to marry the love of her life, the woman she had loved all along... Annelyse Adair, Queen of Aurelia. They celebrated a lavish wedding, where Kenna was queen consort of Aurelia and Annelyse was queen consort of Stormholt.

AFTER THE SERIES

A year later, they had a baby boy, Marcellus, and while conceiving was hard on Annelyse's part, the baby was healthy and cheerful. Two years later, they'd have a girl, Ayrin, the future queen of Aurelia.

During those years, Aurynn married Raydan after thorough Fydorian courting demanded by her advisors. Diavolos and Adder never married, but suffices to say, that they were together for the rest of their lives, and through her, the Nevrakis line continued. Val remained a bachelorette-although she never lacked good company-, and Dom and Rose finally married with Trystan's approval, while Sei and Anton got together later in life.

The Five Kingdoms eventually joined officially under one country named Cordonia, with the Rys royal line still standing after many centuries.

[erixadraws]

A scene based on a headcanon of mine where Aerin likes to tease he’s slightly taller than Raya ✨plus a little sketch from today

[belencha77]

CAPITULO 54 - AMOR EN EL AIRE 🔥Ⓜ️

<<Punto de vista de Liam>>

En este punto, sentía que los nervios me estaban consumiendo. Normalmente, tengo un buen autocontrol, pero por primera vez estaba luchando con ello. Con mi mano temblorosa, saqué una caja de terciopelo roja del bolsillo. Me arrodillé frente a Riley, y ella comenzó a llorar de manera descontrolada, colocando sus manos sobre su boca.

|| He esperado toda mi vida por ti. Siempre he querido casarme por amor, no por una alianza o algún tipo de ganancia política. Cuando me convertí en el Príncipe Heredero... || Hice una pausa, tratando de controlar mis emociones. || Sabía que sería difícil casarme por amor. Pensé que tendría que casarme por deber, por la corona y el país. Pero llegaste tú... || Sonreí y abrí la caja, mostrando el hermoso anillo que había traído. Tomé su mano izquierda entre las mías mientras ambos temblábamos. || Y no tuve duda alguna de que podría tenerlo todo contigo. Riley Marie Brown, reina de mi corazón, he anhelado decir estas palabras durante mucho, mucho tiempo... ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? || Riley se quedó sin palabras, sus ojos llenos de lágrimas y emoción. Asintió vigorosamente con la cabeza, incapaz de hablar al principio || ¿Eso es un sí? || Pregunté con un toque de nerviosismo, pero ella se rio y lanzó un gran suspiro.

|| ¡Sí! ¡Un millón de veces sí! || Gritó con júbilo, lanzándose hacia mí y abrazándome con fuerza, su risa y sollozos entrelazados en un torbellino de emociones. || Me casaré contigo... Seré tu esposa. || Yo sonreí y rápidamente deslicé el anillo de diamantes talla princesa de seis quilates en su dedo || Oh, Dios mío, ¡es tan hermoso, Liam! || Exclamó, admirando el anillo con ojos llenos de asombro y amor. Y nuevamente comenzó a llorar al mirar su dedo. Me reí entre dientes mientras la levantaba del suelo, atrayéndola hacia mi pecho y besando la parte superior de su cabeza.

|| Este era el diamante del anillo de compromiso de mi madre. Lo puse en una nueva configuración para ti. ||

|| Me encanta, Liam || susurró. || No puedo esperar para ser tu esposa. ||

|| Será la primera boda real desde que mi padre se casó con mi madre hace tantos años. || La miré fijamente a los ojos, su expresión era completamente ilegible salvo por su sonrisa, más brillante que nunca. Mi corazón se hinchó de emoción y la volví a levantar en mis brazos, haciéndola girar en el aire. || ¡SOY EL HOMBRE MÁS FELIZ DEL MUNDO! || Grité con fuerza, mientras ella reía de emoción.

|| ¿En serio? ¡No lo creo! || bromeó Riley. La acerqué rápidamente para besarla profundamente, pero también de manera tierna y apasionada. Sostenía su cuerpo apretado contra el mío mientras ella envolvía sus brazos alrededor de mi cuello, hundiéndose en mi abrazo. Después de lo que parecía una eternidad feliz, nos detuvimos para respirar. La deslicé hasta el suelo, pero aún envuelta en mis brazos, su frente apoyada contra la mía || Liam, te amo tanto. ||

|| Y yo a ti, Riley, te amo demasiado. ||

|| Pensé que el anillo de tu mamá lo tenía Madeleine. ||

|| Jamás podría habérselo dado, ella recibió otro… El anillo de mi madre estaba destinado solamente para la mujer que amo, y esa eres tú. || Tomé su rostro entre mis manos, mirándola fijamente. || Cuando pienso en todo lo que nos llevó a este momento, no puedo evitar estar asombrado por ti. No hay nadie a quien prefiera tener a mi lado ||

|| Eso es bueno, porque ciertamente no pienso dejarte nunca... Y no puedo esperar a ver qué tipo de vida podemos construir juntos, Liam. Me llena de emoción poder compartir mi vida contigo. ||

|| No tengo ninguna duda de que no solo eres la elección correcta para mí, sino también para ser la Reina de Cordonia. Serás la mejor Reina y duquesa que Cordonia haya tenido. || Al decir esto, ella me miró confundida.

|| ¿Duquesa? ||

|| Así es, mi amor. Uno de los beneficios de ser Reina es que, al llegar a Cordonia, serás nombrada duquesa. Hay algunos ducados no reclamados, y se te legará uno como parte de convertirte en mi reina. Eso es solo uno de los muchos beneficios que vendrán. Creo que los disfrutarás. || Le dije con una inmensa felicidad.

|| ¿Y uno de esos beneficios es casarme contigo? || Me dijo con una amplia risa, haciendo que yo riera igual.

|| Bueno, ese es uno de los principales. || Respondí mientras ella se acercaba más a mí, tomando mi rostro entre sus manos y acariciándolo suavemente. Me dio un tierno beso en los labios.

|| Liam, casarme contigo es el único beneficio que me importa. || Me dijo, y aún no puedo creer la maravillosa mujer que he encontrado. Muchas, como Madeleine, buscan la posición y el renombre. Pero a Riley no le importa nada de eso. La miré asombrado y sorprendido.

|| Pensé que estarías complacida también con la perspectiva de tener tu propia casa y tierras... Pero ciertamente no me quejaré si me prefieres a mí. Los arreglos aún están en progreso, pero no te imaginas lo ansioso que estoy por mostrarte tu nuevo ducado. Tengo el ducado perfecto para ti. || Le dije, pero de repente, la idea de sus sentimientos hacia Drake volvió a mi mente. ¿Qué pasa si Riley no solo lo ama como amigo sino como algo más? ¿Estoy dispuesto a compartir?

|| Liam, ¿qué pasa? || me preguntó, su voz llena de confusión y preocupación.

|| Riley... || Suspiré, sintiendo cómo la inseguridad y el miedo me consumían. || No puedo evitar sentirme aterrado por lo que sientes por Drake. Quiero que seas feliz, eso es lo más importante para mí, pero cuando Drake se entere de que nos vamos a casar, se va a sentir miserable. Existe... bueno, tú sabes que tenemos el acuerdo Cordoniano, en el que yo podría ayudarlos a los dos. Aunque me duele profundamente, estoy dispuesto a dejar que Drake y tú tengan los momentos que necesiten. || Mis palabras salieron con un nudo en la garganta. Riley me miró, sus ojos llenos de admiración y sorpresa, dio un paso atrás, observándome con atención.

|| Liam, ¿por qué me estás sugiriendo esto? || Dijo, frunciendo el ceño mientras yo me pasaba la mano por el cabello, tratando de encontrar el valor para continuar.

|| Riley, tu felicidad es lo más importante para mí. Como he dicho muchas veces, Drake es como mi hermano. Siempre me ha apoyado y respaldado. Sé que dije que no me gustaría compartirte, pero quizás hacerlo sea una manera de apoyar a Drake de la misma forma en que él lo ha sido conmigo. Pero... || Mi voz se quebró un poco. || No puedo soportar la idea de que te alejes de mí, incluso por un momento. Aun así, estoy dispuesto a hacerlo porque quiero darte todo lo que necesitas, incluso si eso significa compartirte. || Bajé la mirada rápidamente, sin poder creer lo que acababa de proponer.

|| Liam, mírame... || dijo Riley con lágrimas en los ojos, tomando mis manos con fuerza. Lentamente levanté el rostro para encontrarme con sus ojos.

|| Cuando te dije que sí a tu propuesta, no fue solo de labios para afuera. Quiero ser tu esposa, tu Reina, tu pareja, tu amante. Quiero ser tuya por completo. || Su mirada se suavizó y acarició mi mejilla. || Lamento tanto haberte herido así… No era mi intención. Me ilusioné, me enamoré y me confundí con Drake y… || Cerró los ojos con fuerza, como tomando ánimo. || Y sí, estuve con él. Pero fue un error. Me dejé llevar por mis sentimientos y emociones. Pero como te dije, el amor que siento por él no es el mismo que siento por ti. Ahora te pertenezco solo a ti, Liam. No quiero a otro, soy tuya completa y totalmente a partir de este momento. ||

|| ¿Lo dices en serio? || La miré con nostalgia mientras mi voz temblaba de emoción.

|| Lo digo en serio, mi amor… Soy solo tuya. || Me sonrió y se inclinó, trazando sus labios sobre mi cuello, mandíbula y hasta llegar a mi boca. Nuestro beso fue suave al principio, pero luego se volvió más firme. Riley de repente empujó su cuerpo contra el mío mientras yo pasaba mis brazos alrededor de su cintura. Mis labios y lengua se mezclaron con los suyos.

|| Eres mía, || susurré, || ¡toda y solamente mía por siempre! ||

|| Así es, hasta que la muerte nos separe, mi Liam… mi Rey, || me dijo suavemente. Apoyé mi frente contra la suya mientras la miraba con ternura.

|| Mi Riley… mi Reina, || suspiré, recordando que tenía una última parada en mente. Aclaré mi garganta. || Cierto, tengo un último plan para la aventura de esta noche... claro, si eso es lo que mi futura Reina desea. ||

|| Usted manda… mi Rey. || Me dijo y tomé su mano y comenzamos a caminar de regreso al helicóptero.

|| Tendremos un hermoso paseo para ver Nueva York en su esplendor desde los cielos y luego una cena privada en la suite presidencial del hotel. ¿Qué dices? Deseo seguir disfrutando de esta hermosa velada juntos antes de anunciar al mundo nuestras noticias. ||

|| No hay nada más que me encantaría hacer. ||

Al subir al helicóptero, las luces de la ciudad empezaron a brillar como estrellas en un cielo despejado. El piloto despegó suavemente, y pronto estábamos volando sobre el imponente horizonte de Manhattan. La vista era impresionante: rascacielos iluminados, puentes resplandecientes y el río Hudson reflejando el brillo de la ciudad.

|| ¿Cuál es tu parte favorita en Nueva York? || De repente pregunté.

|| Mmmm tendría que decir que conocerte... || Dijo y me reí mientras que ella me miraba levantando una ceja || Es en serio, no te rías… cuando vivía aquí, pensé que no podía haber nada más emocionante que la vida en la gran ciudad, pero luego conocí a un guapo extraño en un bar y la palabra aventura adquirió un significado completamente nuevo… Liam, eres el regalo más grande que esta ciudad me dio ||

|| Mi amor, tú eres el mayor regalo que me ha dado la vida... || Le dije y Riley me apretó la mano, sus ojos brillando con emoción y amor || Quería que esta noche fuera inolvidable, una celebración de nuestro amor en el corazón de una de las ciudades más emblemáticas del mundo ||

|| Es perfecto, Liam. Todo esto es perfecto.  Esta ciudad siempre tendrá un lugar especial en nuestros corazones ¿Verdad? ||

|| Así es… Siempre tendrá un lugar || Le dije con certeza.

Al aterrizar en el helipuerto, una limusina nos esperaba para llevarnos de regreso al hotel. Llegamos al The Langham, donde la suite presidencial estaba preparada para una cena privada. La habitación estaba decorada con velas y flores, creando un ambiente íntimo y romántico.

|| Después de ti mi Reina, todo esto es para ti, || le dije, tomando su mano mientras nos sentábamos. || Porque quiero que cada momento contigo sea tan especial como tú lo eres para mí. ||

Riley me miró, sus ojos llenos de amor y gratitud.

|| No puedo esperar a pasar el resto de mi vida contigo, Liam. Eres mi todo. ||

**

<<Punto de vista de Riley>>

Disfrutamos de una cena exquisita en la que el tiempo pareció detenerse para nosotros. Fue una noche en la que nos sentimos completamente libres, como si no hubiera nada que nos atara. Estábamos solo él y yo, sin preocupaciones, sin miedos. Después de la comida, nos entregamos a una balada romántica que parecía haber sido escrita para nosotros. Nuestros cuerpos se movían al ritmo de la música, pero lo que realmente se podía sentir era el latido sincronizado de nuestros corazones, palpitando de alegría y amor.

Liam me miró con una profundidad que me conmovió. Su sonrisa era una promesa de amor eterno, y lentamente me incliné hacia él, nuestros labios encontrándose en un beso que se volvía cada vez más ardiente. Sus brazos me envolvieron con fuerza, como si quisiera fundirse conmigo en un solo ser. Cada toque, cada caricia, estaba cargado de una pasión que habíamos estado esperando tanto tiempo.

Nos separamos un poco, nuestras frentes aún unidas, y su voz vibraba con una felicidad incontrolable.

|| Estoy tan feliz de poder besarte con libertad, sin miedos. Si quiero hacerlo en público, ahora lo haré sin restricciones, || me dijo con una mirada que era a la vez ardiente y tierna.

|| Yo también soy feliz, pero… ¿Qué te parece si hacemos esto? || Le susurré mientras lo empujaba suavemente hacia la cama. Lo presioné contra ella, mi cuerpo sobre el suyo, y me incliné para capturar sus labios en un beso ferviente. Era un momento cargado de electricidad, nuestros labios se encontraban en una danza apasionada. Liam se apartó un poco, su mirada llena de deseo y devoción.

|| Riley, nunca te he deseado más que en este momento. || me dijo con voz profunda y cargada de emoción, mientras tomaba mi rostro entre sus manos. Nuestros ojos se encontraron, intensos y llenos de un deseo palpable. Me acerqué lentamente, mis labios buscando los suyos, y al contacto, sentí una oleada de emoción recorrer mi cuerpo. Sus labios eran cálidos y suaves, y su lengua trazó un camino en mi labio inferior que envió escalofríos por toda mi columna. Coloqué una mano sobre su pecho para encontrar estabilidad mientras el deseo se apoderaba de mí.

En un movimiento rápido y decidido, me encontré debajo de él.

|| Te deseo Liam, con todo mi ser || susurré, mi voz temblando de emoción y anhelo.

|| Tus deseos son órdenes para mi || respondió, su voz cargada de una promesa ardiente. Usó una mano para apoyarse contra la cama, mientras la otra trazaba líneas de fuego desde mi mandíbula hasta mi cuello y pecho. Su beso era voraz y urgente, como si intentara apoderarse de cada parte de mí. Comencé a desabotonar su camisa, mis dedos temblando ligeramente mientras me incliné para besar su oído y cuello. Un gemido se escapó de sus labios, resonando en mi oído y avivando aún más el deseo entre nosotros.

Poco a poco, nos fuimos despojando de nuestras ropas, cada prenda caída era un paso más hacia la intimidad completa. Nos quedamos desnudos, el calor de nuestros cuerpos fusionándose en un abrazo que nos envolvía por completo.

Coloqué mis manos en sus caderas, guiándolo mientras se hundía en mí. Cada movimiento suyo estaba lleno de una intensidad eléctrica que me recorría, desde la punta de mis pies hasta la cabeza. Sentí un hormigueo incontrolable que me envolvía, y los gemidos de placer se escapaban de mis labios, intensificados por los suyos. Mi cuerpo se arqueaba, moviéndose en perfecta sincronía con el de Liam, y en ese momento, nos fusionamos en una unidad completa.

Tras un tiempo, nos hallamos envueltos en una intimidad serena. Yacía entrelazada en los brazos de Liam, sintiendo una paz profunda que llenaba cada rincón de mi ser. La tranquilidad de la noche envolvía la habitación, y el calor de nuestros cuerpos juntos era el único consuelo que necesitábamos. Cada respiración se volvía un susurro compartido, cada latido un eco de nuestra conexión.

|| Me alegro de que estés conmigo esta noche, || respondí con una sonrisa sincera, acariciando su pecho.

Nos miramos a los ojos, compartiendo un tierno beso que reflejaba nuestra profunda satisfacción. Lentamente, el sueño comenzó a arrullarnos. Liam me atrajo aún más hacia él, envolviéndome en su abrazo con un afecto protectora. Sus brazos se ajustaron alrededor de mí como un refugio, y yo me acurruqué contra su pecho, sintiendo el ritmo calmado de su respiración.

Con el suave y constante latido de su corazón como mi guía, nos dejamos llevar por la serenidad de la noche. La calidez de su cuerpo era mi alivio, y el silencio compartido era un manto de calma que nos envolvía. En esta noche de unión y tranquilidad, nos sumimos en un sueño profundo y reparador, sabiendo que, finalmente, éramos solo nosotros.

**

A la mañana siguiente, me desperté con la suave sensación de la mano de Liam envolviendo la mía. Al abrir los ojos, vi su mirada llena de amor mientras contemplaba el anillo en mi dedo. Sus ojos se encontraron con los míos, rebosantes de ternura.

|| Buenos días, mi amor. || Su voz era un susurro lleno de ternura.

|| Buenos días, guapo, || respondí con una sonrisa radiante, mi corazón rebosante de felicidad mientras admiraba el anillo. No podía creer que, tras todo lo que habíamos pasado, estábamos finalmente comprometidos.

|| ¿Estás feliz? || Liam me preguntó, su sonrisa mostrando un destello de esperanza y amor.

|| Más de lo que podrías imaginar, || le contesté, inclinándome para besarlo con suavidad. Sentí la profundidad de mis sentimientos en cada toque de nuestros labios.

|| ¿Lista para regresar a casa? Tenemos que hacer un gran comunicado de prensa. ||

|| Muy lista… ¿Podemos avisarles a nuestros amigos después? || pregunté, sintiendo que este momento era solo nuestro.

|| En realidad, no quiero apresurarme. Quiero disfrutar de este instante contigo ahora mismo. Quiero desayunar contigo, ducharme contigo… Luego, cuando estemos en el jet y estemos por llegar, podemos reunirnos con ellos y compartir nuestra noticia. ¿Te parece? || Liam me besó tiernamente en la frente, su mirada llena de amor y promesas.

|| Claro que sí, es perfecto. || Asentí con una sonrisa emocionada, abrazándolo con fuerza. Sentí que cada segundo a su lado era un regalo, un sueño hecho realidad.

Algunas horas después, estábamos de regreso a Cordonia en el jet real. Maxwell y Hana me bombardearon con preguntas sobre la noche anterior, pero les dije que tendría que esperar hasta que llegáramos a casa para compartir detalles.

En medio del vuelo, el mensaje de Drake volvió a mi mente con fuerza. ¡Oh, no! Con toda la emoción de la noche, había olvidado por completo que había escrito para vernos. Decidí acercarme a él.

|| Hey, Drake, || le dije mientras me sentaba a su lado.

|| ¡Oh! Hola, Brown… ¿Todo bien? || me preguntó, con curiosidad en su voz.

|| Sí, todo bien. Quería disculparme por no contestar tu mensaje de ayer. La verdad es que tuve un montón de cosas que hacer y, sinceramente, me olvidé de hacerlo || Le dije, sintiendo el peso de mi descuido.

|| No te preocupes, lo entiendo… || respondió, tratando de ocultar su decepción. || Al ver que no tuve respuesta, supuse que no irías. ||

|| Lo siento tanto. ¿Era algo urgente? ¿Te gustaría hablarlo ahora? || le pregunté, ansiosa por resolverlo.

|| Mmmm… || me miró con una mezcla de curiosidad y duda, como si estuviera tratando de encontrar las palabras correctas. || Se podría decir que no es tan urgente… Pero podríamos hablarlo cuando lleguemos a Cordonia, si te parece. ||

|| Perfecto, suena bien. Hablamos allá entonces. || Le sonreí y le apreté la mano antes de regresar a mi asiento. Hana estaba acurrucada cerca de Maxwell y Liam estaba en la sala de conferencias. Aproveché para descansar en una de las camas, dejando que el cansancio de la noche anterior se desvaneciera mientras me preparaba para lo que nos esperaba en Cordonia.

**

Un tierno beso en la frente me despertó suavemente, sacándome de un sueño profundo. Al abrir los ojos, me envolvió una sensación de tranquilidad, aunque aún sentía el ligero cansancio de tantas horas de sueño. Confundida, me pregunté por qué Liam me despertaba con un gesto tan dulce.

|| Amor… Tuvimos un pequeño desvío, pero estaremos en casa muy pronto || me dijo Liam con suavidad. A medida que sus palabras penetraban en mi mente, me di cuenta de que había estado dormida sin darme cuenta, inmersa en un sueño reparador.

|| ¿Desvío? || pregunté, algo confundida. || ¿Por qué un desvío? ||

|| No te preocupes, no es nada grave. Solo quería avisarte que te espero en la sala de conferencias. He solicitado a todos que se reúnan allí antes de llegar para tener un pequeño desayuno juntos. ||

Asentí con la cabeza, agradecida por su preocupación. Liam me dio un dulce beso en la frente antes de dejarme. Me levanté para ir al baño, deseando refrescarme para el desayuno que nos esperaba. Miré mi reloj: eran alrededor de las seis y media de la mañana en Cordonia. Con emoción y anticipación, me dirigí a la sala de conferencias, donde todos ya estaban reunidos, charlando animadamente y con miradas expectantes. Les sonreí con entusiasmo al entrar.

|| Chicos, ¡realmente me alegra tanto verlos a todos aquí! Nueva York fue una montaña rusa de emociones, pero anhelo dejar atrás los hoteles y regresar a mi hogar en Cordonia. Y, por supuesto, estoy deseando ver a mi Chance. Lo he extrañado mucho… || Miré a Maxwell con cierta preocupación. || Por cierto, Max, ¿cómo está Chance? ¿A quién se lo encargaste? || Maxwell me miró con una expresión de tristeza y algo de inquietud, lo que hizo que mi corazón diera un vuelco. || ¿Maxwell? || pregunté, sintiendo una creciente preocupación.

|| Este, mi Flor… ¿Recuerdas que te comenté que tenía malas noticias que decirte? Bueno, resulta que cuando viajé a buscar a Tariq, encargué a Chance con el personal y se lo llevaron a Cordonia. Pero a él no le agradó en absoluto y… el pequeño se escapó. Aún lo siguen buscando || Maxwell me miró con tristeza, y mi angustia se reflejó en el silencio que siguió a sus palabras.

|| ¿¡QUÉ!? || exclamé, horrorizada y llena de angustia. || ¿Maxwell, por qué no me lo dijiste antes? ||

Maxwell se acercó y me abrazó por el costado, arrodillándose cerca de mi asiento.

|| No quería alarmarte más de lo necesario… Solo iba a preocuparte aún más, como lo estoy haciendo ahora. Están haciendo todo lo posible por encontrarlo, te lo prometo, mi Flor || Sus palabras me conmovieron, pero el dolor por la pérdida de Chance seguía pesando en mi pecho || Por favor no te enojes conmigo ||

Me sentí triste, pero comprendí que no tenía sentido enojarme. A pesar de todo, había superado peores situaciones.

|| Está bien, Max, tranquilo. Solo espero que aparezca pronto. Debe estar muy asustado. || dije, tratando de mantener la calma.

|| Lo sé, pero es bueno estar en casa de nuevo. Él volverá a nosotros, ya verás || añadió Max, con un atisbo de esperanza en su voz. Mi mirada bajó, reflexionando sobre cómo había dejado pasar tanto tiempo. Quizás fue mi culpa que se perdiera. De repente, sentí una mano cálida tomando la mía.

|| Tranquila, amor. También me aseguré de que lo buscaran por todos lados || me dijo Liam con ternura. En ese momento, el grupo guardó silencio. Miré a Liam con una sonrisa agradecida. De reojo, noté el leve cambio en la expresión de Drake, que reveló incomodidad y celos, aunque trató de ocultarlo. Se aclaró la garganta para romper el momento tenso.

|| Este... Liam, ¿dijiste que había algún problema de seguridad con el último tramo de nuestro vuelo? || Pregunto y Liam, con una mirada protectora hacia mí, asintió levemente, pero su mano aún mantenía un agarre cálido sobre la mía.

|| Hubo un pequeño desvío, pero no es nada de qué preocuparse. Cuando la guardia real tiene inquietudes, es mejor escucharlas. Prometo que pronto estaremos en Cordonia || dijo Liam con una sonrisa entusiasta mientras comenzábamos a disfrutar del desayuno. La atmósfera estaba cargada de alegría, y mientras conversábamos y comíamos, Liam se levantó lentamente. Sus ojos brillaban con emoción y nerviosismo mientras me miraba y lanzaba miradas furtivas a nuestros amigos, buscando el momento adecuado para revelar nuestra noticia. || ¿Lista? || me susurró con una sonrisa radiante.

|| ¡Sí, lista! || Le respondí, con el corazón latiendo con fuerza de anticipación. Liam sonrió y aclaró su garganta, un gesto que indicaba que estaba a punto de hacer anunciar las noticias.

|| Amigos, por favor, presten atención un momento || dijo Liam, capturando la atención de todos en la sala. || Antes de que lleguemos a Cordonia, Riley y yo tenemos una noticia que queremos compartir con ustedes ||

|| ¿Qué será? || preguntó Drake, con una mezcla de curiosidad y ligera incomodidad.

|| Como todos saben, mi compromiso anterior fue cancelado || anunció Liam, dirigiendo una mirada seria a Drake, quien se sorprendió. Luego, su expresión se transformó en una sonrisa radiante. || Anoche le pedí a Riley que se casara conmigo, y para mi alegría, aceptó. ¡Estamos comprometidos! || Liam mostró el anillo en mi dedo, y nuestros ojos se encontraron llenos de amor. La sala estalló en aplausos, pero noté la incomodidad en la expresión de Drake, quien dejó su comida y mostró una mezcla de incertidumbre y celos. Liam, captando la tensión, me rodeó con su brazo en un gesto protector, marcando claramente que este compromiso era solo nuestro. || Riley y yo estamos emocionados por este nuevo capítulo || dijo Liam con determinación. || Queríamos compartirlo con ustedes porque son muy importantes para nosotros. ||

|| ¡Riley, esto es maravilloso! || exclamó Hana, levantándose de su asiento para abrazarme con entusiasmo. Su alegría era contagiosa, y me envolvió en un cálido abrazo que me hizo sonreír de oreja a oreja.

|| No puedo creerlo, aunque sospechaba algo… ¡Pero necesito saberlo todo! ¿Dónde estaban? ¿Qué dijo Liam? ¿Qué dijiste tú? || preguntó Maxwell, lleno de emoción, mientras tomaba mi mano para admirar el anillo con una sonrisa radiante.

|| Las felicitaciones vienen primero; las preguntas pueden esperar hasta más tarde || intervino Drake, con un tono que trataba de sonar natural mientras evaluaba sus palabras. || Estoy… feliz por ustedes. Felicitaciones. ||

|| Gracias, amigo || respondió Liam, dándole una palmada en la espalda. Aunque Drake le devolvió una sonrisa levemente forzada, sus ojos mostraban un destello de dolor que intentaba esconder. Luego, se volvió hacia mí con una mirada que no podía disimular completamente su desilusión.

|| Gracias || dije con sinceridad, dirigiéndome a todo el grupo. Noté que Drake evitaba mirarme directamente; sabía que la noticia le había afectado más de lo que había anticipado.

|| Muy bien, estoy seguro de que todos tienen preguntas... || comenzó Liam, pero fue interrumpido de inmediato por Maxwell, que no podía contener su entusiasmo.

|| ¡No tienes idea! || exclamó Maxwell, casi saltando de su asiento. || Dime, ¿dónde fue la propuesta? ¿Qué fue lo que... ||

Justo en ese momento, el piloto anunció que íbamos a comenzar el descenso, y todos debían regresar a sus asientos. La emoción de Maxwell se desvaneció momentáneamente, pero su ansiedad por conocer los detalles de la propuesta era palpable.

|| Qué pena, pero parece que tendremos que posponer las preguntas para después... || dijo Liam, envolviéndome en un cálido abrazo. || Hemos llegado a nuestro hogar. ||

La calidez y amor en su voz eran evidentes. Finalmente, estábamos de vuelta en nuestra amada Cordonia. La sensación de estar en casa, con Liam a mi lado, llenaba el aire mientras el jet descendía suavemente.

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Hi Girlie!❤️I was looking through some of the prompts you've sent me, and a spark of inspiration hit me for this one, so I hammered out a quick fic this afternoon. 🤫Don't tell my boss.

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Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Fluff Word count: 661 Summary: Alan visits Louise at the rehab center a few days after Ethan drops her off.

Alan rapped his knuckles on the frame of the open door. “Knock, knock… are you up for a visitor?”

“Alan, hi. Come in,” Louise greeted. 

“These are for you,” he offered, handing her a small bouquet of pink flowers. 

“Oh, Al, thank you. They’re so pretty. I love lilies.” 

“Yes, I remember. How are you feeling, Lou?” he asked, taking in her new temporary living situation. 

“I’ve been better, but I’ve also been a lot worse.”

Alan nodded his head in understanding. “This place is nice. I was expecting something more like a medical facility. This feels more like a hotel.”

“I was pleasantly surprised, too. It was very nice of Ethan to set me up here. Would you like to head to the lounge for some coffee?” 

Alan extended his arm, gesturing for her to lead the way. “It was also kind of him to drive you here and help you get checked in. I hope you can appreciate how difficult that was for him, Lou,” he said as he followed her down the hall. 

“I do, and I'm grateful." She sighed, "Truth be told, I would have preferred it to be just the two of us, but he insisted his girlfriend come along.”

Alan took a seat on a nearby couch as Louise poured them each a cup of joe. “Oh? He hadn't mentioned that, but I'm glad Sawyer was there for him.”

“Still like it with cream?” she asked, holding up the container. 

“Please,” he answered. “What did you think of her?”

“She was very…” she thought for a minute, trying to find the right word, “protective of him.”

Alan smiled to himself as Louise handed him the coffee and sat in the armchair next to him. “Good.”

“He seemed pretty protective of her, too,” she admitted. “I confess I wasn’t very polite, and he let me have it.”

“Makes sense, especially since the attack at the hospital.”

Louise looked down into her coffee cup with a regretful frown. “I remember you mentioning that, but honestly, I was a little out of it at the time. I don't recall any of the details, only that Ethan had been there. Was Sawyer there, too?”

“Yes,” he answered morosely. “She was one of the victims… she was at death’s door, but thankfully pulled through.” 

“Oh, I didn't know that.” As Alan recapped some of the details, Louise was surprised to hear how harrowing the event had been. “How scary for them both. I can’t even imagine.”

Alan nodded slowly, then glanced reflectively out the window at the snow beginning to fall. “It rattled him, Lou,” he said. “Between the attack and your overdose, it's been a lot.” He returned his gaze to his estranged wife. “He still carries an enormous amount of hurt. Give him time and grace to navigate through it all.”

Feeling guilty, Louise nodded and looked down at her coffee again. 

Attempting to lift the mood, Alan shared, “Sawyer's been a good influence on him. She's a real sweetheart and isn't afraid to go toe to toe with him.”

Louise took a sip and shook her head with a knowing smile. “Lord, he was such a headstrong and stubborn child.” 

“You have no idea, Lou,” Alan chuckled, then added, “but he was a good kid. And he's become an even better man. I couldn't be more proud.” 

“I know I don’t know him like you, but I’m proud of him too. And I’m thankful he had you, Al. You did an amazing job raising him.” 

Alan dipped his chin in thanks, trying not to get emotional. 

“So, have they been together long?” Louise asked, bringing them back to lighter conversation again. 

“They've known each other for a little bit, but their relationship is still relatively new. It took a while for his stubborn ass to catch up with his heart.”

“That makes sense. He looks at her like he just realized what love is.”

Alan smiled joyfully. “Because I think he finally has.”

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November MC of the Month: Ella

Please welcome November 2024's MC of the Month: @bri1234's Ella from The Cursed Heart.

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Learn more about Ella below.

1- In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

Ella’s kindness is my absolute favorite thing about her. The world she lives in can be unforgiving, especially around tricky Fae. But she always, somehow, finds a way to be kind. Honestly, it inspires me. The world we live in today can be so cruel and terrible. If we all could show an ounce of her kindness, the world would be a better place.

2- Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

For similarities, I think that we both love a good story. When I was younger, I was always fascinated by fairytales. I loved (and still do) anything Disney-related and always wished that I could just jump into a Tinkerbell movie lol. Ella was the same when she was younger, just with stories her parents would read to her. I also think that we are both very curious and love to learn. I'm just normally learning about things for school while she gets to learn about Fae and magic lol. Another thing is that we would both fight tooth and nail for the ones we love.

We also have a few differences. I’m more logical and think my actions through before I complete them. Whereas I feel like Ella leads with her heart and wears it on her sleeve. Don’t get me wrong; I think this is an amazing quality to have and sometimes wish I could be more like this. But I overthink too much, leading me to think my actions through more than I should be. She’s also way more trusting and has a crazy amount of courage that I severely lack.

3- What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

I think the most important thing to Ella is to uphold everything her parents ever taught her. From her mother, she learned so much about healing and helping others that all she has ever wanted to do was provide that for others and those she loves. From her father, she was taught to fight for those she loves and never give up, hence her not giving up on Kieran and almost dying in the process.

4- What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Underestimating her just because she’s mortal

Fae who are “attempting” to lie to her

When people fold the corners of books to keep the page they’re on (aka Kieran with any book he reads lol)

5- If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Ella would change Jack’s decision to kill Sir Monty. She knows how much he meant to Kieran, and he meant a lot to her.

6- What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

“Have courage and be kind, where there is kindness there is goodness and where there is goodness there is magic.” - Cinderella

7- Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?

I might not have found this incredible community without Ella and my love for TCH. Her journey has not only shaped my creativity but also led me to meet some of the nicest people. I’m truly grateful for everyone I’ve met here and @choicesficwriterscreations for giving so many of us an outlet to share the amazing things we’ve made about the stories we love :)

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Inconvenient Truths

Premise: When Ethan’s mother is brought to the hospital after a drug overdose, it raises emotions he’d rather stay forgotten.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 860

A/N: Set during 2.13. Submission for @choicesjunechallenge2024 prompt: Growing Sideways by Noah Kahan.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, but the darkness of the on-call room hid them from the shadows. Ethan Ramsey didn’t even know why he was crying or for whom.

It’s not like he didn’t know Louise was an addict. He’d learned that secret a long time ago and accepted it.

It also wasn’t like he needed a mother anymore. He’d done quite well for himself without one for twenty-five years.

So, why had seeing her wheeled into the emergency department on a gurney shaken him to the core?

For a second, he hadn’t recognized the deathly pale face beneath the oxygen mask. It wasn’t until Cassie cried out that it was his mother that he connected the dots.

He remembered being rooted to the spot, unable to get his legs to move or for his brain to process the scene. But then his medical training kicked into gear, and Louise was just another addict who had overdosed on opioids.

He leaped into action, scanning the patient with a clinical eye. Blue lips and fingertips. Shallow breathing. Pupils small and unresponsive….

And on it went. It was just another day in the hospital, with Dr. Ramsey working alongside his colleague Dr. Valentine to diagnose and treat a patient.

But it wasn’t that simple. Cassie Valentine wasn’t just any doctor. She was the woman he was in love with. American royalty with a perfect family and class leaking from her pores.

She hadn’t grown up hearing taunts about her mother running off with another man or seeing her father trying to save face and provide for his only child while working long hours as a single parent.

Truth be told. Ethan had never wanted Cassie to see that or know about his past. He was what he had molded himself into. A cultured and sophisticated man who kept a box at the opera, vacationed in five-star resorts and could call in favors at the American Medical Association with one quick phone call.

He was not the motherless man weeping in a darkened room, hunched over a cot, hands balled into tight fists, wishing for the impossible.

Ethan heard the door click and hurriedly wiped away the tears with his hands.

Cassie peeped cautiously through the crack before she rushed into the room, letting the door close behind her, and sat beside him on the small cot.

Leave me alone, he wanted to scream. Leave before I drag you down with me.

But his lips didn’t move. His voice seemed stuck in his throat like a lump of coal.

She gently ran her hand over his back, telling him without words that she was there for him. He supposed it was meant to be comforting. But right now, it felt like a vine of brambles stinging him with their sharp leaves.

“Ethan, are you alright?” Cassie asked softly, concern in her green eyes.

Somehow, the sympathy coating each word was worse than being comforted. Ethan was not that boy anymore. He didn’t need nor want her pity. So, he fell back on anger, an emotion so powerful he could sense it coursing through his veins.

“She does not get to do this to me,” he hissed. “She does not get to make me feel bad for her.”

“It’s okay to be sad,” she said.

“I’m not sad,” he countered vehemently. “I’m… I’m… angry.”

“That’s okay, too,” Cassie said gently. Her voice was calm and steady, as if taming a wild beast. “Anything you’re feeling right now is okay.”

No, it wasn’t, Ethan wanted to shout. Nothing about this situation was okay!

“I’m…”

For a second, the grief he bore for all he’d lost bubbled to the surface, and he felt tears sting the corner of his eyes.

Sensing his distress, Cassie pressed her lips against his, pouring everything she felt for him in the tender kiss.

When her arms circled his back, holding him close, he gripped her shoulders tightly and let himself take and take. His lips turned greedy, and he ignored her shocked gasp as he sucked out all the love as if he was a vampire hungry for blood.

The kiss was almost his undoing. His heart ached to believe that it was okay. That his mother showing up like this wasn’t a reflection of who he was.

But it was a lie. Just like this kiss was a lie.

He tamped down the vulnerability she brought out in him and brutally ended the kiss, pulling himself away.

Huffing in frustration and anger, he stood up. “I have to get back to work.”

Undeterred, Cassie stepped in front of him. “That was your mom, Ethan. She nearly died.” She placed one hand on his chest and cupped his face with the other. “You can take a minute. It’s okay——”

“No, it isn’t,” he snapped angrily, unable to hide his disbelief at how she didn’t understand him after all this time. “There are patients that need me much more than she does.”

Ethan marched out of the room before he said something he couldn’t take back, slamming the door behind him.

It was not okay. That much he was sure of.

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