#choices: the royal heir

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[tessa-liam]

Healing, Day 5

Brothers in Arms

Introducing my new W.I.P....

Brothers in Arms

Drake-Liam-Leo-Maxwell

✨️Artwork Commission by @artbyainna

Inspiration:

King Liam Appreciation Week creators, @sazanes & @lizzybeth1986

@lizzybeth1986 's phenomenal essays

@ao719 's 'Breaking Point' Series - her devotion for Liam

Pixelberry Studios for these characters and the Royal Romance, the Royal Heir, the Royal Finale stories /books

Premise:

STOIC: A person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.

Four men, their lives interconnected. Siblings, childhood friends, on different life paths, they share a commonality. When their lives become insurmountable, they have their core alliance to depend on. This is their journey.

Musical Influence:

'You did not desert me

My brothers in arms'

🫶If you would like to join me in this new journey, please let me know...my permas are already tagged🫶

This has been an inspiring week ✨️💖✨️

Thank you so much @lizzybeth1986 & @sazanes for hosting #KLAW2024🥂⚘️

@kingliamappreciationweek @choicesmonthlychallenge , prompt 01- appreciation @choicesficwriterscreations @choicescommunityevents

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Cordonia and Drakovia fr

[storyofmychoices]

Geometric Maxwell Beaumont

For @fictionangyl

There are 150 shapes (not including the squid...I merged those layers before counting them)

[Geometric Art Masterlist]

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Character profile:

Jade Bourbon

Liam Rys ✨new✨

Series

To Know You

To (Secretly) Love You

For The World To Know

Happily Ever After?

[angelasscribbles]

Heir Apparent Chapter 21: Not According to Plan

Series: Heir Apparent.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

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

Rating: MA

Warnings: Mature themes, language, Depression

Word Count: 2,307

Everything else: Master List.

In the months following the press conference, things settled considerably with Liam. He had stopped pushing the idea of a Cordonian Arrangement and had been nothing but solicitous and courteous with both Drake and Riley.

All of them continued with therapy and progress had been made. Liam and Drake gradually fell back into the patterns of their lifelong friendship as the tension between them eased.

Riley and Drake agreed to relocate temporarily to the palace as they awaited the birth of Cordonia’s heir. While things had calmed between the three of them, the press had only ramped up their frenzy over the impending birth.

Riley couldn’t go anywhere without being set upon by the paparazzi, so she stopped going out. Everything and everyone came to her. It was both a perk and a restriction of being the mother to the heir apparent to the throne.

The baby was doing well, they had collectively decided to wait and find out the gender at birth. They had learned to do a lot of things collectively, everyone was settled and happy, or at least content with the way things were.

Then all hell broke loose.

“Remind me again why I have to attend this ball tonight?” Riley grumbled as she pulled at her dress while frowning at her reflection in the mirror.

She was tired. She was huge. Her feet hurt.

“Because it’s a tradition, καρδιά μου,”  Drake told her gently as he grasped her shoulder and turned her around to face him. “And you can stop fussing with the dress. You look beautiful.”

“Well, it’s a stupid tradition,” she muttered with a shake of her head. Her bad mood evaporated as she looked up into her husband’s face. “Can you sneak me out of there early?”

“You know this ball is in your honor, right?”

“It’s in the baby’s honor not mine,” she quipped, “And the baby wants to go to bed early tonight.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you. And if Bradshaw and Isabella start pushing a marriage alliance again, I might punch someone so be prepared for that.”

“I thought Liam was clear with them that he was abolishing marriage contracts on behalf of minors.”

“He was.” She heaved a deep sigh as her hands caressed her stomach. “That hasn’t stopped them from trying.”

He pulled her tight against him. “Just let me know if you want me to have them thrown out.”

That got a laugh out of her. “If only. But I’m pretty sure that would cause a whole political incident.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” he told her with a teasing grin.

“Stop,” she giggled as she playfully hit his shoulder. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

The grand ballroom was filled with Cordonian aristocracy and a few foreign dignitaries. There always seemed to be a few of them visiting at any given time.

She had agreed to one dance with Liam. She was afraid that was all her feet could take, but the dance was also a tradition. The expectant parents taking one last turn on the dance floor before the little one's arrival.

Of course, that dance was usually between a married king and queen. Not always though. Bertrand had listed seven specific examples from Cordonian history that defied the tradition when she had complained about it. She and Liam were the parents and that was what mattered, and no one seemed fussed about the fact that she was married to someone else.

Riley entered the ballroom on her husband’s arm but quickly found herself whisked away by the king. She stood by Liam’s side as they accepted congratulations from the nobility. When the meet and greet portion of the evening was over, he led her out onto the dance floor. Her eyes found Drake in the crowd. He gave her an encouraging smile and the tension drained out of her body.

She forced her attention back to Liam and smiled up into his eyes for the benefit of the crowd.

She had learned well how to play the game of swaying public opinion.

The smile faltered as she correctly clocked that the grin he was giving her in return was also forced.

No matter her own feelings on the subject, Liam always had a ready and genuine smile for her. Her brow creased in concern. “What’s wrong?”

A look of startlement crossed his face quickly replaced by gleeful satisfaction as he beamed at her. “You know that you’re the only one that can see through my diplomatic façade, right?”

Despite her sore feet, despite the unconventional situation they found themselves in, despite the drama and trauma of the past several months, despite the fatigue that had set in her very bones, she found his simple, pure joy at their connection contagious. The smile on her face broadened and ripened into a true expression of happiness. “Am I?”

“Yes,” he assured her without hesitation as he spun her around the room.

“Then don’t you think you should tell me what’s wrong?”

His face fell as he considered the problem weighing on his mind. “I don’t want to burden you.”

Riley’s heart dropped. No matter what else had gone down between the three of them, she and Liam had always maintained a close friendship. Placing and holding boundaries that needed to be held to maintain her marriage had not always been easy, but she thought they were finally all in a good place. “Liam, please. I’m here to support you. I want to help if I can, even if that means just listening.”

He hated himself a little for the way her simple declaration made his heart start dancing wildly in his chest. She might be carrying his child, and he might be in love with her, but she wasn’t his. Not anymore. He drew in a deep breath as he fought against confiding in her, but he knew he was going to. There was no one else he wanted to discuss this with.

His grip tightened around her as he leaned closer so they wouldn’t be overheard. “Bastien has a lead on my mother’s death.”

“What?” Shock coursed through her. “Since when? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Liam shook his head. “You’ve had so much on your plate getting ready for childbirth, Riley. You’ve been tired and—”

“That’s all true but—"

“The doctor said you should avoid stress.”

The next few minutes were a chaotic haze that she would barely remember later.

Their conversation was interrupted as the dance ended. They bowed politely to the crowd and before she could ask follow-up questions, Bastien had whisked him away.

Drake got pulled into the conversation, leaving her on the sidelines with Max when she was hit by a wave of dizziness, followed by the worst headache she’d ever experienced. She reached out for Max as she struggled to keep her balance. Everything went blurry.

“What is it, blossom? What’s wrong?”

“I….I…..” everything went black. She felt Max’s arms catch her before she hit the floor. She heard the ballroom burst into panicked shrieks and yells. Somewhere in the distance, an alarm was clanging.

When the room swam back into view, she found herself looking up into several concerned faces. Drake, Max, Liam, Hana, Olivia. “What happened?”

“That’s what we want to know.” Drake smoothed her hair as he peered into her eyes with urgency. “Are you okay?”

“Maybe.” She pushed up into sitting, glancing around at the room that had been plunged into semi darkness. The main lights were out leaving only the emergency lighting powered by the backup generator. The music was gone and there was a loud roar coming from the crowd. She swung her arm around the room. “I meant what happened here.”

Every eye shot to Liam. His jaw tightened. “It would appear that Godfrey was behind my mother’s murder. He got away by activating the new security system. Give us a few moments and we’ll get you out of here and to a hospital.”

“Oh, Liam, I’m so sorry!”

He gaped at her in astonishment. “I appreciate that but it’s hardly the important thing at the moment. I’ve waited this long to get justice, I can wait a bit longer. Right now we have to make sure you and the baby are okay.”

Drake and Liam helped her to her feet but the moment she was upright, her vision swam again, and she stumbled as a contraction ripped through her.

Through the ringing in her ears she was vaguely aware of a lot of shouting. Drake was yelling for a doctor, Liam was yelling for security to open the door, Max might have been crying. Hana was definitely crying and Olivia was barking orders about finding the nurse that was supposed to be on duty.

Liam’s voice pierced through her consciousness as he roared, “What do you mean you can’t? You’re the head of palace security how do you not have the goddamn security codes?”

She felt herself lifted into Drake’s arms. “I’m taking her to the hospital wing, someone find the fucking doctor!”

As Drake disappeared carrying Riley out of the ballroom, Isabella materialized at Liam’s side. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Unless you can get those doors open or happen to have a doctor with you, I doubt it.” Liam snapped before turning to scream at his personal assistant, “Where is Dr. Russo?”

“You can’t find your doctor? Seems wildly irresponsible on her part, doesn't it? To be missing when Her Grace is so close to her delivery date.”

Liam’s rage trembled, the white hot anger the only thing holding him on this side of falling into the abyss of hopelessness. Both his assistant and the head of his guard had told him that the palace had been searched thoroughly and Dr. Russo was nowhere to be found. Her phone was going straight to voicemail.

“We would be happy to lend you ours.” Isabella purred with smug satisfaction.

Liam’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you just happen to have an OB with you? While ours is missing. That is suspiciously convenient.”

“Oh, he goes everywhere with us.” Isabella waved her hand dismissively. “He's our children’s personal doctor. We never leave home without him.”

“So, he’s a pediatrician?”

“He’s double board certified in pediatrics and obstetrics.”

“We can also get that door open,” Bradshaw popped up to interject. “So your doctor can get in. Whenever you find her.”

Overwhelming relief poured through him. “Yes, thank you, that would be amazing! We would appreciate it immensely. Where’s the doctor? How soon can you get the doors open?”

“Not so fast.” Isabella gloated. “Before we do either of those things, we need to discuss terms.”

Icy cold dread snaked down Liam’s spine. “Terms?”

“Yes. Our doctor isn’t licensed in Cordonia. But if we were allies—"

“Not to mention,” Bradshaw added, “We can’t just break down your palace doors unless we’re allies. That could be seen as an act of war.”

“No.” Liam’s head shook vigorously. “I’m giving you the go ahead, there would be no—”

“Still. International opinion, NATO regulations, Council rules—”

“Fine!” The fury was back, and Liam could barely restrain it as he tried to push the discussion along and secure help for Riley before it was too late. “What are your terms?”

Two minutes later Liam entered the hospital room to find an unconscious Riley hooked up to an IV and monitors. He sent a silent prayer of thanks that he’d had the hospital wing installed when his father was dying. “How is she?”

The nurse on duty approached him. “Not good. She has sudden onset preeclampsia. She’s stabilized for the moment, but the baby needs to be delivered right away.”

“Can you do that?”

“Me?” the young woman gave him a deer in the headlights stare. “No, Your Majesty. I’m a nurse, she needs a surgeon.”

“Have they found Dr. Russo?” Drake demanded.

“No. But there is another solution.” Liam quickly updated Drake on Isabella and Bradshaw’s offer.

Drake stared at him in disbelief. “This is a setup. You see that, right?”

“I admit that it’s very suspicious, but the fact remains that we need a doctor, and we need the palace doors opened. They can provide both.”

“But only if you affiance your unborn child to their heir! That’s extortion!”

“It is.”

“You promised her you would never do that!”

“I did. But these are exigent circumstances.”

Drake shook his head in denial. “Dr Russo... You've known her all your life there's no way she would just disappear without telling anyone anything! Isabella and Bradshaw are using this to get what they want!”

“They are.” Liam agreed, his voice cracking a little, betraying his fear and pain. “But what choice do we have?”

Drake’s head swiveled from Liam to Riley and then back. “But we can’t agree to what they’re asking!”

 “We need a doctor, Drake.”

 “She needs her doctor, Liam!”

“Her doctor isn’t here.”

“As her husband, I’m forbidding you—"

“As the father of the baby and the king, it’s my call. You can sue me when all this is over if you want.” Liam spun and headed for the door.

“What if she never speaks to you again? What if she hates you for it?”

He paused for a fraction of an instant with a glance back at the unconscious woman. “At least she'll be alive to hate me.”

Before he made it out the door, Riley’s body convulsed. The nurse pushed some medication through the IV as she yelled over her shoulder, “If you have a doctor that can get the baby out of her, do it now!”

Liam's eyes flicked briefly to Drake who was openly weeping. “Do it,” he whispered hoarsely, “Do whatever you have to.”

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Leaping to Conclusions

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry

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

Rating: PG, Adult Language

Word Count: 1,395

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like history.” He shrugged. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Riley might be pregnant,” he answered.

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

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

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

“We would do anything for eachother.” 

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

“How did you do that?” Liam marveled. 

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

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

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

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

“Love, what’s wrong?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘I personally don’t understand the love for the royal romance books. I don’t think they are really bad, but the amount of books they got was just a bit insane to me.’

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

[masked-alien-lesbian]

"Just focus on me, my love, you have nothing to fear." Hana says calming your nerves. You attempt a shaky smile, wipe your sweaty palms on your waist, take your wife in your arms, fall into her warm reassuring eyes and lose yourself into the steps of the Auvernese tango.

🔥🔥🔥dancing the tango with Hana Lee 😍😍

One of my favorite scenes in the TRH series is performing the Auvernese tango against Isabella and Bradshaw. We got to show them up as well as spend an intimate moment with our wife ❤️.

I absolutely love this beautiful commission done by the talented @sazanes. Thank you so so so much for bringing my favorite OC to life. I've done several edits of Raelyn but never could quite get them right, but you portrayed them just perfectly. I can't wait to see more of the couple in the future! 💕

[artbyfxa]

The Royal Romance angst on my profile? In 2024? It's more likely than you think.

(I didn't draw the background, that belongs to Pixelberry)

Here's Liam without shading or the background

[choices-binglebonkus]

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

[tessa-liam]

Roses/Monuments, Day 3

"Thank you, Riley. With so little permanence in this world, there will always be this little lock on this bridge just for the two of us. I want to believe it will be here forever, no matter what else happens to us." 

A monument to eternal love and commitment....

Pont des Arts, 'Lovelock Bridge' Paris, France

Inspired by Liam and Riley's visit to this Bridge during the engagement tour....

Bridge of Dreams , Chapter 15

Turning the Page Series

✨️Artwork Commission by /@artbyainna

Thank you @lizzybeth1986 & @sazanes for hosting #KLAW 2024🥂⚘️

@kingliamappreciationweek @choicesmonthlychallenge , prompt 01- appreciation

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicescommunityevents

[fancy--marshmallow]

Hey guys, in the spirit of the holidays I decided to post a new story to Tale of Misfit Friends, Thanksgiving with Olivia. Story number 7. This is the link to that story.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/380175915?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=fancy_marshmallow

Also here is a fun little description of the story....

In a castle grand and drafty, where the snowflakes gently fall,

Olivia planned Thanksgiving, inviting friends and all.

Drake dreaded the occasion, Maxwell was scared but keen,

Penelope brought her poodles, and Madeleine felt like a queen.

Liam worried 'bout his hair, still green from days before,

While Olivia secretly pined for him, her heart opened a door.

They skied down snowy mountains, with mishaps left and right,

Liam's hair a tangled mess, Maxwell's crash a sight.

By the fire, they sipped cocoa, with vodka on the side,

Drake and Alana sneaked away, their love they couldn't hide.

Maxwell and Riley shared a kiss, cold but sweet and true,

While Penelope talked to the snowmen, her poodles froze too.

The snowball fight was epic, with teams both fierce and bold,

Olivia's team was losing, her frustration uncontrolled.

Madeleine and Olivia fought, Maxwell caught in between,

Bertrand fell into a snowbank, a royal yet funny scene.

At dinner, dressed in finery, they shared what they were thankful for,

Liam's speech was boring, Maxwell's snoring made them roar.

Olivia's speech was snarky, Madeleine took offense,

But laughter filled the evening, their bonds grew more intense.

Drake and Alana dreamed of futures bright and grand,

While Maxwell and Riley's love blossomed, hand in hand.

Kiara joined the group, denying jealousy with a glare,

Penelope's drunken joke made everyone aware.

In the end, they all found joy, despite the chaos and the cold,

A Thanksgiving to remember, with stories to be told.

For in the heart of Cordonia, where friendships truly shine,

They discovered love and laughter, and divine memories.

[storyofmychoices]

SpreadJoy #863 spreading positivity with quotes and @playchoices characters.

Quote by Heather Stillufsen

@hanaleeappreciationweek

[farizrz]

A character supposed to die in TRR book 2 by TRR writer, Kara

[lover-also-fighter-also]

Holy trinity of punchable faces of Choices.

Left to right:

Ansel Crane: The heist: Monaco

Guy Ledford: Mother of the year

Barthelemy Beaumont: The Royal Heir