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[knightthunderis]

ThunderStarUniversalEnterprises

I am adding another blog to my Knight Thunderis and that is where my Knight Thunder Chronicles and The Royal Romance Knight Thunder style and all the spin offs will be placed.  All those who want to be tagged please let me know if I haven’t already tagged you and added you.  In the mean time have fun reading.

[thunderstaruniversalenterprises]

Ch 7 Reunited Knights

“Does he have any idea as to what happened to put Cecil in as leader?” Reimeiko asked. “It just does not make any sense.  And he had to have known that Karyson and Reimeiko were married before the final battle with Darkonia and the transfer to here.”

“Fame looks good on you.” Malachi was saying. “Soon it is always going to be like this.  Everyone is talking about you, admiring your look, taking your photo. In fact, we will make sure of it at the Masquerade Ball tomorrow night.  They are all of the women vying for Garyson’s hand.  They arrived today just like you.  Just smile, wave and keep walking.”

“Who is that with Malachi Blanchard?” Bondo Drayson asked. “She looks very familiar, but look, there is Lady Melinda Edward and--”

“Oh wow, it is Princess Amaryllis of Thunderia.” Pepper threw in, “The daughter of Thor and Kyiandra Kinsworthy Thunderis of Asgard, Thenoria, and Thunderia.  The rest of these nobles do not stand a chance against her.”

Reimeiko met Pepper’s eyes and mouthed the words thank you and I will call you once I get settled.  Pepper sent her a thumbs up but not before Malachi noticed.

“The paparazzi might not know who you are right now.” Malachi said. “But soon you will be the toast of the town.  We will make sure of it at the Masquerade Ball tomorrow night.”

As more paparazzi snapped photos and called out to Reimeiko, Malachi led her down the red carpet to the palace where they joined up with Derrick.

“You went down the red carpet and got out of sight real fast Derrick.” Reimeiko teased.

“The red carpet theme is not really my scheme of things.” Derrick announced. “Anyway, we need to get you inside, the palace awaits. Welcome to your home for the next few months.”

“Most of the nobility live here while the social season is underway.” Malachi added. “Especially the ladies vying for the prince’s hand.  The competition is seriously stiff for the most part.”

“Having all of you under one roof will make it easier for you to make it through the rose ceremony later.” Derrick replied.

“Derrick is just kidding about the rose ceremony.” Malachi said. “Anyway I will show you to your room for the duration of your time here at the palace.”

“And that is my cue to take off.” Derrick smirked. “I will see you around the palace if you are lucky.” Reimeiko watched as Derrick walked off and then followed Malachi into the palace and up the grand staircase.”

“I do not see Daryien shucking Karyson off like a side of beef when he knows that Reimeiko and Karyson are married and he is off limits to the outside world.” Tristan said through the earpiece. “Daryien is not there in the royal capacity, so someone is ruling in his place and we need to find out who and fast.”

“So just out of curiosity, what is the deal with Derrick?” Reimeiko asked. “Why is he so hot and jaded?  I have come across many like him in my time, but he is more jaded than most.”

“Oh do not mind him.” Malachi said. “He, Jedrick, Cedrick, Nerick, and Zedrick never really fit in and got used to courtly life.  He is a commoner.  He has always been an outsider here even if he is one of the Prince’s best friends.”

“Good Lord, they throw that word commoner around like it is a vulgar word.” Reimeiko thought. “The sooner we get Karyson and Tristan reunited and away from here the better.”

“I am with you on that thought, my love.” Tristan replied. “Just the way he said the word commoner makes me want to throw up.”

On the fourth floor on the North side of the palace, Malachi turned down a hall all the way to the end in front of an ornate door.

“And here is your room with the best view of the palace grounds and the town.” Malachi said. “As a royal guest, you are spared no luxury.”

“So nothing is stopping from cleaning out the mini bar or jumping on the bed?” Reimeiko asked with a mile long grin.

“There is no mini bar, but the staff will get you anything you like.” he said. “And only your dignity will stop you from jumping on the bed.”

She ran and jumped into the bed sighing as she sank happily into the mattress. “Perfect.  This is so much better than memory foam.” she said laughing.

“I am glad that you like it.” Malachi replied. “If you like, once you are settled, I can show you around.”

Right about then, their conversation was interrupted by a heavy knocking on the door. “Malachi Alexander Blanchard, I can hear you in there.” Byron barked loudly. “I need to speak with you this instant.”

“It sounds like someone is looking for and wants to talk to you.” Reimeiko whispered stifling a giggle.

“Right, uh Reimeiko, I think you should let me do the talking where he is concerned.” Malachi replied. “My brother is kind of complicated to explain or describe.”

The door burst open, and an imposing man with a stern expression strode in. “Malachi, I have heard the most alarming report.” Byron declared.

“Byron, it is good that you are here.” Malachi said. “I was not expecting you until much later, but now that you are here, this girl is the one I was telling you about, Reimeiko Thunderis.”

“Ah I see.  So what I have heard is true.” he snarled. “This is the woman you have chosen to represent our house and family.”

“Yep. I nailed it right?” Malachi asked. “Reimeiko, this is my brother Byron Blanchard, Duke of Chinoa.  Byron, this is Reimeiko Thunderis, our sponsored lady.”

“It is nice to meet you Duke Blanchard.” Reimeiko replied, dropping into a swift curtsy.

“The proper way to address a duke is Your Grace.” Byron sneered.

Reimeiko rolled her eyes. “Oh great,” Reimeiko thought. “He is one of those kinds of nobles.” Out Loud, she said sarcastically. “Oh I am so sorry, Your Grace, Malachi did not mention the stick up your rear end.”

“Charming.” Byron sneered. “Flat insolence is not a trait I would have chosen for the Prince’s suitor.  I can see that she has a lot of spirit.  Malachi, I would like a word with you, in private.”  

Byron grabbed Malachi’s arm and hauled him out of the room slamming the door behind them, but she could faintly hear their voices through it.

“It sounds like they are talking about me.” Reimeiko thought. “I should at least listen in.  It might give me an advantage in the long run.”

“That is the woman you picked to represent our family?” Byron demanded angrily. “How could you have been so stupid, Malachi?”

“Karyson really hit it off with her when they met at the restaurant for his bachelor party.  She was our waitress.” Malachi explained.

“Waitress?!” Byron said shocked. “You brought a waitress?  I knew I should not have trusted you to this.  We could have had our choice of any unsponsored duchess or countess in half the world and you brought a waitress?”

“If helping Karyson getting his memories and his connection to me back was not so important,” Reimeiko thought sourly. “I would tell them to take this contest, their snobby attitudes, and shove it up their butts.  But getting Karyson his memories of his and my past together is too important.”

She went back to listening. “Well sure.” Malachi replied. “But like I said, she and Karyson have a lot of chemistry and he really likes her.  I know you probably do not care, but she could make him really happy.  Like I have never seen him so happy kind of happy.  I mean, should Karyson not have a shot at love like that even if he is the prince?”

“Spare me your sentimentality.” the duke sneered. “You had better hope this waitress does not ruin everything for us.  It was bad enough you brought a waitress into this, but a commoner as well.”

“Oh if only he knew who you really were.” Serenity said through her communicator. “But I suppose until Prince Karyson is reunited with Tristan and Knight Wolf thereby regaining his memories of you two together, you will have to go along with the contest until then.”

“And of course deal with all of the arrogant, conceited, and self-centered nobles around.” Reimeiko groaned. “How far away are the Knights and our fleet?”

“The Knights are blending in even as we speak.” Serenity said. “And the fleet and I will be within earshot when you need us.  Uh oh, they are coming back to you.”

She heard some indistinct shouting, but after a few moments, the door is thrown open and the brothers reenter the room.

“Fantastic, she was listening to everything that was being said.” the duke sneered. “You brought a woman with absolutely no manners.”

“Yeah, I was listening, and I do not like what I heard.” she replied very angrily. “You dumbnuts do not know a thing about me and you brother is the one who invited me here.  But if you are so unhappy with me, Your Grace, you can get yourself another girl.”

“No please, you cannot go.” Malachi pleaded. “People have already seen us together, so they know you are our pick.  If you go now then we have no one to pick up where you leave off.”

“Malachi is unfortunately correct.” the duke sighed. “For the time being we are stuck with you.”

“Well right now the feeling is very mutual.” Reimeiko growled. “If I stay to help you, I am going to have to lay down some serious ground rules.”

“Now see here, I am not about to follow the rules of a suitor, especially a low down commoner.” Byron snapped.

“Uh, you picked me, remember?” Reimeiko barked. “Now, it seems to me that I am the one who will make or break your house’s reputation so you will listen to and follow through on what I have to say or you will have no one to represent you this late in the game.  So what is it going to be?”

“Dang, she is good.” Malachi thought. “I have never known anyone to put their foot down that hard where Byron was concerned except for Mom and Dad.”

Byron sighed.  He looked to Malachi who raised his hands and stepped back retreating.

[txemrn]

Hey, Friends and Followers!

I hope y'all are doing absolutely fantastic! My little space on Tumblr is in need of tidying deep cleaning, and I need YOUR help!

1. TAG LIST UPDATE

Whew, this tag list of mine is a jumbled up MESS!

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[choices12daysoffictmas]

Theme: My favorite "things"

Day 1:

River by: @kat-tia801

The Magic of Christmas by: @ofpixelsandscribbles

Day 2:

Cheesy Christmas by: @leelee10898

Under the Twinkling Lights by: @cordoniantrash

Day 3:

Only Wish by: @sincerelyella

If the Fates Allow by: @queenrileyrose

Day 4:

Christmas Dinner at the Walker's by: @aussiegurl1234

King Liam Claus by: @bebepac

The Highest Bough by: @sirbeepsalot

Day 5:

When Christmas Comes Around by: @lucy-268

Hear the Angel Voices by: @burnsoslow

Welcome to the Party, Pal by: @nestledonthaveone

Day 6

New Ornaments by: @alj4890

All I Want for Christmas is You by: @jerzwriter

Day 7

Christmas Baking by: @thegreentwin

My Lifelong Wish: Everyone Will Have a Friend by: @txemrn

Day 8

On the 8th Day of Christmas by: @blackcatkita

The Three Snowfalls by: @mynotsohealthyobsession

With Care by: @argylemnwrites

Day 9

Winged Wish by: @karahalloway

Picture This by: @twinkle-320

Day 10

His gaurdian angel by @camillemontespan

Yule be merry by @katedrakeohd

The only gift by @sincerelyella

Day 11

First Christmas together by @glaimtruelovealways

The longest night by @boneandfur

Day 12

A simple Christmas by: @axwalker

The one where Brad saved Christmas by @cordoniansgonewild

It doesn't have to be a snow man by @thehonorarybeaumont

[katedrakeohd]

//WIP Wednesday//

It's finally happening, I'm actually writing again. I know it's shocking. 🤣 I've been in a real writing funk for the past few months and was without a reliable way to actually input stories. I was using my phone to compose things and hated it, but we've recently acquired a new chromebook at home. So yippee, I'm back! 😊👍

I don't know if I've posted a snippet from this particular chapter before, and if I have well I guess here it is again.

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Once Upon a Merry Birthday (Part 8)

[Masterlist]

☕ Let's talk about that over coffee. ☕

Drake and Kate are awakened again by a phone call.  Kate rolls over to silence it, while Drake rolls out of bed to get dressed. As he collects his discarded clothing and puts it on, Kate watches him. She has an uneasy feeling about the determined frown upon his face. 

“So you're still going to talk to Preston, despite what I said.”

Drake pulls his t-shirt over his head and then tugs it down to tuck it into his jeans. “Well, yeah. I need to make sure he keeps what happened last night as our dirty little secret. Plus I need to take a walk and stretch my legs anyway, maybe get a cup of coffee.”

Kate sits up in bed, tucking the blankets around her, and then looks down at the second missed call from Hana displayed on her phone screen. “If you can wait a few minutes, I could use a coffee too. We could get brunch?”

Drake picks up his phone and shoves it into his back pocket before walking around to her side of the bed, leaning in to give her a kiss goodbye on the cheek. “You need to call Hana back before she sends out a search party. She probably just wants to wish you a happy birthday anyway. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt Preston, just talk to him.”

“Ok, fine,” she sighs, and then she looks back up at him.  “Don't be gone too long, I’m going to order us some room service. I'm craving pancakes with syrup, bacon and all that good stuff.”

Drake puts on his shoes and then pulls a sweater over his t-shirt. Thinking about the bacon and eggs he was coming back to made him smile and his stomach growl, but he knew that the only way he'd be able to enjoy the rest of his day was to hash it out with Preston first.

“Ok, you have a deal. Give me at least a half hour before you call room service. Once you place our order, text me and I'll make my way back.” 

As he heads for the door, Drake smooths his hair down to tidy it, and then gives his stubbled jaw a quick scrub with his hands to determine how rough he looked. He then turns and asks Kate her opinion. “So what do you think? Am I presentable enough to go get coffee?”

Kate sizes him up, “I think you’ll pass. You’re not going to win any fashion awards, but you’re still handsome enough to get a second look from the hotel staff, and intimidating enough to scare Preston so promise me you’ll behave.”

Drake chuckles with a smirk “I’ll try not to cause any fist fights or invite anything pretty back to the room with me. Unless you want me to?”

Kate shakes her head and rolls her eyes, “I suppose you think you’re funny? Maybe I’ll welcome room service at the door naked.”

As he goes out the door he answers back, “At least put on a robe. If you want to eat brunch in your birthday suit, that’s fine. But wait til I get back.”

...to be continued.

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[twinkleallnight]

Love, success and women

Wishing all a Happy women's day!

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Drake x Olivia, Leo x Madeleine, Liam x Riley, Maxwell x Hana.

Word count: 1121

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Teen

Prompt: I am participating in @choicesficwriterscreations day8 and @sunday-romance in bold.

Song inspiration: Words (Boyzone)

“Olivia?” Riley tried to gain her attention from the paperwork she was busy with.

“Hmm?” Olivia continued looking into the papers she was holding.

Riley knew she had to be point blank to get Olivia speaking. “Why don’t you give Drake a chance?”

“For what?” Olivia shut the File she was working on with a snap. At the very next moment she regretted showing her reactions openly on the mention of Drake’s name.

“To be with you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“How long are you going to try hiding your feelings for him?”

“There is nothing to hide.”

“Is it because he is just a common man and you are the Duchess? Or Is it because he doesn’t have much to give to the Duchess?”

“Who is falling short of things to give?” Hana entered in with Madeleine, bubbling in excitement.

Olivia took a sigh of relief. She knew, Riley won’t question her in presence of the other two ladies. The ladies sat around the coffee table.

Madeleine placed the special edition of Trendz, on the table, that featured the four of them on occasion of the International women’s day.

Riley squealed with delight, “Look at that. This looks great! Anna de Luca deserves a note of thanks for such a lovely editorial.”

“She surely does. She has placed our interviews verbatim. No editor’s cut. The message we wanted to send across to the women of Cordonia is printed very clear.” Madeleine informed.

“Even the gossip part?” Hana enquired.

“Not all, luckily I was spared. All those questions she asked me about Leo’s abdication and then us getting back together and getting married. She didn’t include them. I think she reserved them for her own curiosity.” Madeleine beamed.

“That means I am the gossip.” Olivia remembered how she was interrogated for being the only spinster in the group, and her plans to get married.

“She does mention that the Lythikans wait for the special someone in their Duchess' life.” Madeleine feeds in.

“I don’t care.” Olivia made it little by ignoring it again.

Madeleine reads out aloud the headlines. ‘The success stories of the powerful ladies at the royal court of Cordonia. Meet Lady Hana from the house of Beaumont who excels in performing arts. Countess Madeleine Amaranth- Rhys, an eminent name in the field of Cordonian history and civil law. Duchess Olivia Nevrakis, who defines self defense and security and Queen Riley Rhys- the force behind it all.’

“Kudos to us girls” Olivia said as Madeleine shared a hi-five. But that wasn’t enough for Riley.

“Time for a group hug!” Riley screamed and pulled Hana too with the other two ladies.

For next hour the ladies sat together flipping through the pages of the magazine, discussing what was written about their new project, what the impact will be on the people and what steps they have to take for further progress.

After sometime, Madeleine peered at her watch, “ It’s time to go.”

“Where?” questioned Olivia.

“Madeleine’s place “ Hana perked up.

“ You knew?” Madeleine looked at Hana with surprise.

“You know how Max is, he can’t keep anything to himself for long. “ Hana smiled.

“what is it?” It was Riley, puzzled this time.

Madeleine explained. “Leo wants to give the ‘women’, she air quoted, “ a treat. He requested us all to be there after our meeting.”

“And you don’t know what his plans are?” Olivia asked again.

“ No, except that he wanted to do some celebration.”

“ So I will see you all later, then.” Olivia got up to leave.

“Oh no, no, no, You are coming with us.” Riley grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the seating.

“What will I do there?”

“Experience the love my dear! May be it will help you decide.” Riley winked.

Hana and Madeleine nodded with knowing smiles.

Leo and Madeleine had made their humble home in a penthouse in the Capitol. Madeleine’s taste of green and gold reflected through the walls and drapes.

Leo was on his toes, serving his guests and making their day more special for them. Madeleine was moving with him in tandem.

The ladies were treated with drinks of their choice. And then she saw all the men looking at each other as if on cue. They raised a toast for their successful wives. Madeleine stood wrapped in Leo’s arms as he gazed down at her proudly.

Max had Hana’s back flushed to his chest. His chin rested on her shoulder. He kept peppering her with kisses.

Liam sat cosily with his queen on the couch, whispering sweet nothings that made her giggle every now and then.

Olivia was perched on the side chair. She kept looking at them. What could she say? Love is in the air. ‘I wish Drake was here too. I could have used some company.’ On the second thought she straightened up, ‘Not really, I have myself and what’s better than that?’ Now, Olivia was thankful that Drake wasn’t here. She couldn’t imagine such display of affections. Plus they were not married like others. Forget about marriage, she wasn’t even in relation with him. Was she? She shunned away her confusing thoughts. With him, it was never easy. With him, she would never know. They both were alike. They never spoke about their feelings.

She tried to focus on Leo’s speech, that she had missed out already as he concluded.

“...To many more such successful stories! This is for you Maddie. Olivia rolled her eyes, when she heard Leo start crooning but Madeleine was swaying with a broad smile.

“Smile, an everlasting smile.

A smile can bring you near to me.”

Max spread out his arms around Hana, as he sang next,

“ Don’t ever let me find you gone

Cause that will bring a tear to me.”

Liam took the next turn,

“This world has lost its glory,

Let’s start a brand new story, now,

My love.”

Leo and Max chorused

“ You think that I don’t even mean

A single word I say…”

And then there was complete silence. Olivia suddenly realised that all eyes were on her. No, behind her!

She turned with a jerk to find a bunch of her favourite Gladioli and those brown eyes peeping over them. Her heart beat raised. ‘No this can’t be real!’ she thought.

As if reading her thoughts, Drake dropped down in front of her, to hold her hand, to make her feel the warmth of his skin, to tell her that he was real. And then he broke the silence with his husky voice finishing the melody.

“Its only Words and Words are all I have,

To take your heart away.”

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[choicesfandomappreciation]

@glaimtruelovealways your fics are truly delightful!

@glaimtruelovealways

[knightthunderis]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Choices The Royal Romance/Heir, The Royal Romance (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dating - Relationship, Liam/Main Character (The Royal Romance) Characters: Main Character (The Royal Romance) Summary:

A case of mistaken identity leads Jamison Llewellyn also known as Reimeiko Thunderis and her band of Knights to the kingdom of Taboria to uncover a conspiracy and reunite the personality of Karyson Wolfe with his human and hero counterparts before he is tied up in the middle of it all. There is tons of lies, deceit, conspiracy, treason, black mail, tyrants, action, adventure and romance.

[thunderstaruniversalenterprises]

Chronicles and Romance Masterlist

This is my version of the Royal Romance Knight Thunder style More chapters will follow as I get them done. In the meantime you can find me on Archive of our own under the pen name Knight Thunderis as well as Fiction press and Fanfiction.net under the same name

Royal Romance Knight Thunder Style

Ch 1 Once Upon A Time

Ch 2 New York and Karyson Wolfe

Ch 3 The Royal Truth Revealed

Ch 4 Love and Liberty

Ch 5 Preparation for “Thaddea”

Ch 6 Welcome to “Thaddea”

Ch 7 Reunited Knights

Ch 8 Tours and History Lessons

Ch 9 Explanations and Revelations

Ch 10

Ch 11

Ch 12

Ch 13

Ch 14

Ch 15

Ch 16

Ch 17

Ch 18

Ch 19

Ch 20

[dcbbw]

Weekend Update

Hello, hello! Happy Summer, everyone!

I know I have been hit and miss for a long while, so to those of you who are still sticking around hoping and wishing, THANK YOU! It’s been a minute, but I swear, the past three years have been a blur of demands on my time, keeping all the things both personal and professional afloat, and making my life fit around other folks’ schedules and needs.

I’ve also been MIA from Tumblr more often than not; first, I have the ideas and unfinished stories but no motivation. Our little corner of Tumblr is not what it was, and frankly what little free time I have cannot spent on toxicity and hypocrisy. Drama, yes. The others … no. But I miss the friends and fans I have here, all 3.5 of you! 😊 (Hopefully that’s a joke)

So, I’ve been letting my batteries recharge and calling my fucks back home so I can release these numerous ideas onto page/screen and post for your enjoyment.

Below are summaries/synopses of the more pressing stories I want to complete (some are in progress, but not all of them) and send your way, sooner than later:

Daddy Duty: Inspired by @txemrn’s Father’s Day prompt, it’s also the launch of the Little Nobles AU (as if I don’t have enough) where we explore our favorite gang’s childhood, and delve into the lives of their parents (TRR Gang version 1.0) using the lightest of canon and a lot of head canons. So far, my favorite characters are Annabelle Beaumont and Zizi Vancouer (Neville’s mom).

Untitled: We’ve all written that fateful night in Applewood, myself included. But this time, I have a twist (and it isn’t what you’re thinking/expecting). Debating between Smoking Gun and Double Cross for title choice.

Hot Topic: The DC AU gang hang out, eat food, and hold a conversation that covers topics and events such as skin pore care; the death of Vinny Chin; Juneteenth; Riley B. and Drake’s breakup; being POC; Pride; and worry about Riley B.’s latest obsession/fascination: the Jonestown cult.

Babylon (working title): Riley isn’t the only one fascinated by the Jonestown cult, and a story featuring a mix of familiar and original characters is brewing at a rapid rate. Think TRR joins Peoples Temple.  Sorry to disappoint but Liam isn’t the good reverend … Constantine is.

Body Count: Who’s killing the noble women of Cordonia, and why?

Kangaroo Court: It’s Depp vs Heard meeting fandom discourse, #Riam style.

Untarnished Silver: A celebration of King Liam in all his facets by those who love him most. Inspired by #King Liam Appreciation Week

Ready: Fric and Frac are finally ready to make their debut! Their momma isn’t.

Entrepreneur: Yu (the Chinese waitress) seeks Riley’s help to launch her online business; Riley brings along a motley crew of helpers. The King is unamused. Inspired by a TikTok Live and convos with @burnsoslow.

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[flutistbyday-1]

Draft #2 -- 16 Candles

No idea what the prompt was, but here is the result. I have no plans to finish this.

Set in THR AU

Liam x MC

No warnings; just absolute fluff.

Word count: 581

Riley Brooks had never had a big birthday celebration.

She had several birthday parties, but none of them had more than six to ten people in attendance. This was a shame because Riley loved being the center of attention. She was never going to say anything, of course, because that’s how she was raised. A lady never complained.

The last “big” birthday party she had was her sixteenth, and that was almost a decade ago. She secretly hoped Liam would throw a bash for her, but she didn’t want to seem ungrateful so she never said a word.

Her birthday was January 25th, which fell on a Saturday this year. She was hoping the whole court would show up.

Riley was deeply engrossed in the movie Sixteen Candles late one evening when Liam came in from a long day. She had her favorite blanket wrapped around her artfully, her lap full of animals and their two-year-old, Mary.

“I never pegged you as an 80’s film lover,” Liam said to his wife, smiling.

Riley jumped at the sudden noise, startling the cat and waking their toddler.

“Jesus, Liam. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” Riley whispered as she pulled Mary closer to her chest, trying to comfort her.

Liam laughed and took Mary from his wife. “Hello, Princess. Are you ready for bed?”

Riley melted at the voice that Liam reserved just for Mary.

Mary nodded and wrapped her arms around her father's neck, leaning into him. Liam left the room, singing her the same lullaby he’d been singing since the day Mary was born.

Riley’s heart rate had settled and she soon was absorbed in the movie once again. When Liam returned, he sat next to Riley, pulling her into his lap. She snuggled close to him, his warmth making her suddenly drowsy. She loved being in Liam’s arms. She felt safe from the world, even her own heart, in his hands.

“Long day, my love?” Liam’s voice was low.

“Not so much as an emotional one,” Riley answered, her volume matching Liam’s.

“What’s that?” Concern laced his voice.

Riley pointed to the screen as an answer.

“I don’t understand how those are connected.”

“Riley,” Liam pleaded, “please tell me what’s on your mind.”

Riley sighed dramatically. “I’ve never had a big birthday party, Liam. I know it seems silly, but it’s a big deal to me.” She looked up at her King, hoping he wouldn’t tease her. “My last boyfriend said that birthday parties were frivolous, and there was no point in celebrating another year passed.” Riley pouted at the memory.

That was what made Liam laugh. Riley narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t be mad, love,” Liam chuckled. “You are ridiculously adorable when you’re feeling miffed.” Liam kisses the tip of Riley’s nose. “If it’s a big birthday party you want, I will make it happen,” Liam said, smiling.

Riley searched his face, finding nothing but sincerity.

“Okay,” she finally whispered.

Liam had a way of assuaging her without making her feel like a child. “Have you ever seen this movie?” She asked, nodding at the TV.

“No,” Liam admitted.

“Well, we are changing that right now. And after, we’re watching The Princess Bride.” Riley smiled as she stood. She turned the movie back to the main menu and handed the remote to Liam. “I’m going to the restroom and then I’ll come back. Will you phone the staff and get some popcorn for us?”

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[axwalker]

Bad Timing: Only For Tonight

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairing: Drake Walker x Alexis O’Brien (MC)

Synopsis: Alexis O’Brien is escaping a terrible past. After months of running  she settles  in Cordonia where she meets Drake at the bar where she works and they spend a passionate night together.

What happens when a one-night-stand turns into unexpected parenthood?

This chapter: Drake and Alexis spend the night together. What happens after? 

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WORDS: 1998

POV: Dual

TRIGGER WARNINGS:  Explicit Sex 🍋🍋🍋. Mentions of domestic violence.

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ALEXIS

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," Drake whispers in my ear.

"I want you, Drake."

"I should probably warn you," he says to me, placing feather kisses down my jaw, his stubble grazing my skin, "that I can be very bossy."

His baritone voice sends a shiver through my body.

"Don't worry about me, Walker. I can take it."

Drake smirks, and I yelp when he scoops me up into his arms and carries me inside his apartment. He sits me on the couch and suddenly drops to his knees, his hands running up my bare legs and parting them. He looks up at me as his thumbs slide over my inner thighs, brushing over the delicate skin, pushing my dress up higher and higher. His expression is wild with desire. I raise my hips slightly as he pushes the dress up, so it's bunched around my waist, and he slowly runs his finger over the top of my underwear, from the waistband all the way over the mound and down between my legs.

"I've wondered all night what you taste like," he murmurs, sliding his finger back up, pressing in at my clit. His hands firmly grip my hips; He lowers his head, pulls me toward his face, and I feel his wet mouth pressing against me, the thin barrier of my panties muffling the sensation just enough to drive me wild. I suck in my breath, my fingers going into his hair, while he runs his tongue over my clit, the pressure causing me to jerk my hips toward him.

"I've had enough teasing," he says, the vibrations spreading through me.

He pulls his face back for just a moment, long enough to slide my underwear down over my thighs until they're off me, then he's pushing my legs wide again, his mouth going in for the kill. Every worry, every horrible memory inside me gets lost with the wet sweep of his tongue. My mouth falls open. My God. He knows what he's doing. My thighs are already trembling. His mouth is so warm, so strong. He kisses me there like he kisses my lips, soft and gentle, then quick and wild, sliding up around my clit, then down inside me with a grunt. I can't contain my cry. It tears out of me, driven by the need for him to be deeper.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right now," he whispers into me.

I'm exploding, wet, warm, pure fucking bliss. My hips jerk into his mouth as I spasm, my thighs gripping the side of his face, his stubble so beautifully rough.

He stands up and takes off his shirt; my mouth waters, and he kicks off his shoes, bends down to take off his socks. Takes a step toward me. My eyes follow his hands as they undo his belt and then the zipper of his jeans. And then his jeans and boxer briefs drop to his ankles. Holy fuck, he's hot. Ripped and manly. Huge. I've never been with someone like him.

With trembling fingers, I take off my dress and bra as he inspects every square inch of my body, making me feel incredibly vulnerable.

"Jesus." He steps forward and trails his fingers up and down my bare arms. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he says, kissing my shoulders, my breasts.

He pushes a book off of the couch and then turns me around, placing his hand between my shoulders and shoving me down, so I'm on the couch on my knees.

"Hands up, against the wall," he says from behind me, his voice extra rough, almost feral. I've never been so excited before. I put my hands up so they're pressing against the wall, just as his hand curls around the small of my waist. His touch is electric, especially over my hyper-sensitive skin.

"Spread your legs for me, beautiful," he groans, and I hear his teeth opening the condom wrapper.

"I'll fuck you for hours," he murmurs, mouth now at my ear. His voice is rough with need. "I'll make you come over and over until you can't walk, can't talk, can't see anything but stars. But right now, I need to come inside you. And I'm going to do it fast and hard. Get that, Lexie?"

I nod, trying to swallow.  

"Good girl," he says, straightening up. He caresses my ass and slams himself into me. All the air is pushed from my lungs, and I bend a little more, trying to accommodate his size. His cock is in so deep I'm not sure where I end, and he begins. Then he starts working me, his fingers pressing so hard into my side that I think he's leaving bruises, holding me steady as he fucks me hard. There isn't anything in the world but this. He grinds into me, over and over, his hips jerking against my skin. His frantic thrusting is measured, his hips circling just enough to slide against every part of me—faster, harder, deeper.

"Fuck. Fuck, Lexie. This is ..." He doesn't finish his sentence. His grip tightens around my waist. I feel him everywhere, like he's filling me up in every way.

"So wet … so tight, baby." Just then, his cock hits the right spot until I catch fire and burn inside out. I've never felt this before. This pleasure, this passion.

"Right there. Don't stop!"

"Not even close to stopping," he grunts. He thrusts even deeper, watching my back arch into him with overwhelming pleasure.

It's a curious thing to have a one-night stand with a stranger. You've known each other for only a few hours, and then you decide to share something that leaves you so vulnerable. When I turn my neck and stare into Drake's deliciously wicked deep-brown eyes, there's a sort of freedom I've never enjoyed in bed before. He makes me feel safe and powerful.  

Then as he starts to tense, his breath becoming hoarse, a drop of sweat falling from his face and onto my neck, he slides his hand over the front of my skirt and below, finding my clit. A rub from his thumb is all I need to come, and it's not just the intensity of the orgasm that rips through me, causing my body to spasm and shake. It's the intensity of us. Of Drake, as he groans into my shoulder with one final thrust, his cock twitching.

Several positions and many orgasms later, we fall together into his bed, exhausted. True to his word, Drake took his time with me after the first time. Going slow, kissing every inch of my skin.

He gets up from the bed to throw away our last condom; I contemplate leaving. I don't know how to behave, it's the first time I’ve had a one-night stand, and I don't want to act clingy or emotional.  

"How are you feeling, Lex?" he murmurs when he comes back before he kisses me, long, deep and sweet. And just like that, every worry I have is gone. I melt into his touch, into his arms, and I never want him to let me go.

Which is a fucking problem because I can't stay.

He scoops me against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me. He peppers kisses all over my shoulders, my neck, my back. I let my eyes drift closed just for a second and fall asleep.  

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Warmth engulfs me, every inch of my body is warm, and I nuzzle into the pillow deeper, wanting to stay like this forever. It's been a long time since I've had a decent night's sleep in a comfortable bed. However, as soon as I notice the room's complete darkness, my eyes pop open, and I start to panic, trying to remember where I am and how I got here.

There's a weight over me, and I feel suffocated. I force myself to take a deep breath, and I realize that I'm safe. I'm in Cordonia, thousands of miles away from him. Slowly, yesterday's events come back to my mind, and I realize my head isn't lying on a pillow but a firm, ripped chest. I glance up at the sleeping man I shared last night with and take in his harsh but beautiful features.

Drake's sleeping peacefully. His arm is still around my waist, holding me almost protectively. For a second, my heart flutters, and I allow myself to dream. What if I had met Drake instead of Matt? Even after only one night, I can tell what kind of man Drake is -- manly, confident, protective. I feel safe, cherished. But it can't be. Not now, or ever.

Gently, I untangle myself from Drake's arms. I gather up my dress and shoes and creep toward the living room. I order an Uber, and three minutes later, my phone pings with a notification that the Uber is here just as I reach the front door. I quietly open it, tiptoe out, and glance back at the house.

A deep sorrow overcomes me because I know that I will never be the same again after tonight.

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DRAKE

It's been three days since I last saw Alexis. I figured I'd feel differently in a few days. I'd forget the sweet taste of her lips, her delicate cherry scent, the sound of her laugh on my ears. Never did I think I'd still be replaying our conversations, jerking off every night to the vision of her body moving against mine. Fuck. Me.

Finally, I decide to go to the bar where we met. Despite the way she left --in the middle of the night without saying goodbye-- I don't want to ignore the crazy chemistry between us. I'm not an arrogant jerk; I know when a woman comes undone in my arms. And the way Lexie responded to me? It was fucking explosive.

"Why are we here? Li's dinner is tonight," Leo protests. I picked him up at his loft after work so we could go to Li's place together. In hindsight, he wasn't the best person to bring along with me, but I had to come to the bar tonight. I just need to see her. "Do you know how many women will be there? It's going to be a buffet, man." Leo insists as I park in front of the bar. I get out of the Jeep as fast as I can, so he doesn't follow me, but, of course, the fucker comes after me.

We walk into the bar, and it's as deserted as it was on Monday. The woman behind the counter smiles at us when we approach.

"Hi, guys! I'm Daisy. What can I do for you tonight?"

Leo winks at her. "I have a couple of things in mind, sweetheart."

I stare at him, and he shuts up. "I'm looking for someone who works here. Alexis Ortiz, she's a bartender."

She smiles at me. "Alexis quit this morning."

"Did she leave an address or a phone number?"

My heart sinks when the blond shakes her head. "She was kind of weird. She kept to herself." She looks at me and smiles again. "I'm free in an hour, though."

I don't want to be rude, but there's only one woman I want. "No offense, but I'm not interested."

I'm cut short by Leo, who grins at her. "You're embarrassing me, Walker." He gives her the same smile I've seen him give to a hundred women before her. "I'm Leo, sweetheart, and we're not free tonight, but I'll be happy to come by any other night."

She's grinning at Leo now, a flirty expression on her face. She sure moved on fast. I clear my throat. "Here's my card; if Alexis comes back, can you give it to her?"

She takes it. "Sure, no problem, but I don't think she will. She told Daniel she was leaving Cordonia and she wasn't coming back."

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Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Leo x Madeleine

Word count: 1100+/-

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Mention of death.

Prompt: Features @sundayromance week 27 in bold.

A/N: Thank you @jessiembruno for pre reading part of this post.

Summary: Leo has returned, has been brought back to Cordonia after almost three decades. But he is not the same Leo we knew. He is devastated after his wife Katie’s death and his own brother Liam is not able to revive him out of the grief. Everyone looks at one person with all hopes: Madeleine. Will their story begin again at the twilight of their lives?

Catch up here

Madeleine had spent the whole day in her quarters. After all these years of only mundane work, she had not expected such a jolt and surely she was not prepared to withstand it’s force.

Once again, she stood up to face her duties, to complete the task given to her. Except that this time, the responsibility was encroaching into her personal space. The waves of emotions were lashing heavily on the gateway of her heart. This time she felt the walls of her defending bastions weakening.

The doors to her rooms opened early in the evening. Madeleine stepped out with the same grace and demeanour. She had learnt to curb the inner storms with years of experience.

A message was sent to the king that the countess is ready to meet his brother. Quick arrangements were made and she was guided to the backside of the palace that looked upon the serene lake. A curved path through the greens lead to the waters. She was told that she would find Prince Leo there. She requested privacy, so the palace staff left her alone at the passageway.

She could hear the lawnmower running nearby to trim the royal gardens. Her heart was racing high with each forwarded step. The sound of the mower reverberated in her chest. Soon the voices of outside world were lost and all she could hear was the roaring of a machine. But this was not the lawnmower, it was the noise of the racing bike on which she sat, as Leo sped them through the roads of Greece. The memories of yesteryears blinded her as her feet fell at a painfully slow pace on her path.

It was a bright sunny day when Leo had promised her a ride across the country on his racing bike. He had arranged for the bike on the borders of Cordonian land. They had stepped out of the palace in the limo with a pretext of a picnic. But Leo had some tricks up his sleeve and he played them well. Soon the couple had snuck away from the prying eyes of the security and hopped on a motorbike.

Leo took off in full speed as he was accustomed to the ride. Madeleine who was new to this free world sat snugly on the back. Her arms were across Leo’s chest, tightly held for dear life. She had shut her eyes close. The frills of her sundress were flowing madly as the bike zipped through the curving road. She was cursing herself for the wrong choice of outfit, for the wrong choice of the date, for every possible wrong choice that had put her in current situation.

Soon they were crossing a small town, when she heard the tyres screeching and she felt her body being thrown onto Leo’s back totally uncontrolled. This is the end, she thought. She quickly offered her last prayers to the lord and asked forgiveness for her mistakes. As the inertia of her fall broke, she realised she was still alive. She once again thanked the Almighty to grant her life.

She opened her eyes slowly to absorb the scene in front of her. There stood an infuriated cop in front of their bike ready to punish them. Leo signalled her to get down. She disembarked the beast and pressed on her dress to get the pleats back in order.

Her ears picked up the conversation Leo was having with the officer. She understood that he was angry on them for over speeding. But just then another rider passed by. The cop continued arguing with Leo. Madeleine couldn’t bear it anymore and charged with rage.

She started counter arguing with the cop, “That guy just went past faster than us. You didn’t catch him. How can you do this to us? This is absolutely unfair. Who is your boss? I need to lodge a complain.”

“Can you mute her down?” the cop said in an irritated tone.

“ I am sorry. Give me a second.” Leo pulled Madeleine to the other side, away from the cop. “Can you please calm down. I have this under control.”

“But Leo, how can they do this to you. You are the crown…”

Before she could utter another word, he had hugged her tight, one arm around her waist and the other hand covering her mouth. Her jade eyes were wide in shock. Leo’s sea blues pierced through her greens as he whispered over her cheek. “ Don’t mention the crown. Please.” She blinked in agreement.

“ Are we good to go?” he asked. She blinked again nodding slightly, her golden curls tickling his fingers tips in return.

He slowly moved away his hand to reveal her quivering pink lips. Her body trembled as she felt his strong arm circling her small frame. He could feel her holding her breath as his broad chest pressed against her bosom into the embrace. He loosened his grip realising it. His face lowered down, his lips crushing hers, almost sucking the air out. She stood stunned trying to gather what just happened while he quickly turned to walk back to the officer.

She tried to stabilise her steps and see through the daze. The officer was now grinning broadly. She turned her back to them, to hide her flushed face. She tried to look away at the woods, the faraway houses, anything that could take her mind away from the knots forming in her stomach.

Few more minutes passed away, when Leo tapped on her shoulder. She turned to face him, her eyes down casted, shying away from his gaze. His hand reached up. The back of his curled fingers caressed her cheek as she closed her eyes at the rising heat. He whispered against her lips, teasing her, as usual, “Mad Maddie.”

A whooshing sound of a flock of starling birds, passing by, startled her. It broke her reverie. She stopped to check if she was still on the right track, leading to the lake. Once sure, she sighed, “You were the one that got away, but the memories never wane away.”

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[knightthunderis]

Ch 8 Tours and History Lessons

Byron knew that this commoner had him over a barrel.  Without her, he, Malachi and House Blanchard were out of the running.  She was certainly not like any commoner he had ever come across besides Derrick Werner and his sister Serephine.  She did not negotiate terms like a commoner or a waitress.  She spoke like a CEO and there was something about the way she presented herself that actually made him afraid of her. She radiated power and strength.  She held herself in a stance of power and she knew it, she owned it and radiated it.  As he looked her over, he noticed her crest pin and recognized who it represented.  He had to agree to listen to and follow through on her terms if he wanted House Blanchard to survive this Social Season.  He sighed and then met Reimeiko’s eyes before speaking. “Alright Lady Reimeiko, what are your ground rules and terms.” the duke asked.

“Well first off I know that you recognize the crest I wear, so you now know who I really am.” Reimeiko started.

“Yes, Reimeiko Christyne Amaryllis Thunderis, Crown Princess of the kingdom of Thunderia.” Byron said.  “The eldest child of Thor and Kyiandra Thunderis.  But we will get into that later.  Now to your rules and regulations?”

“The rules and regulations are as follows.” Reimeiko said. “One, the word commoner is not to pass anyone’s mouth anymore.  You people spout it off like it is a vulgar word and it is not.  Except for a twist of fate, you could have been born into a common family and there is nothing wrong with them. Two, you will not talk down to me or treat me like I am inferior to you, you have to earn respect to gain it.  Three, no matter what happens, what I say goes no if, ands or buts about it.  I have spent my whole life being trained to be a queen, warrior, defender, protector, wife and mother.  I know the rules of court and customs and how to conduct myself as such so only if I need your knowledge elsewhere will I ask for it.  Four, the titles will only be engaged during these formal affairs no where else.  Titles do not make the person, it is how they act around others that makes them or breaks them.  Five, there will be straight up honesty if this is going to continue.  You know who I am, where I fit in and where I come from.  There will be no secrets here between us.  If I detect any falsehood or misinterpretation on your part, I will sever my connection to the both of you right then and there and there will be no turning back.  There will more than likely be more rules that come up but for now these are a start.  Are we agreed?”

“Agreed.” Byron and Malachi said.  Reimeiko sensed sincerity and honesty in both men and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright, now I want the full story from you about what is really going on with your house and family.” Reimeiko said, “I want the truth, no embellished fabrication.”

“Alright, like I said.” Byron replied sadly. “Perhaps Malachi did not fully explain what is going on, but I will.  While he has been around the prince, I have been back here doing the real work of running the house and estate.  And that is where you come in, but considering everything you brought to light, maybe we should reconsider our options.  You do not need us sponsoring you considering where you come from.”

“No, the sponsorship is a good cover,” Reimeiko said. “Just like my waitress cover at Russo’s.  ThunderStarUniversal will cover you financially for now, but because of the delicacy of this investigation I can not reveal everything yet.  I think there is more on your family’s financial strain than just old man Barnaby’s excessive spending.  Your finances will be covered in other ways for you two alone.  I have my suspicions about what is going on but until I have proof I really need you to trust me.”

“It is something we could use right now actually because we are kind of well very broke.” Malachi added. “I know I overstep but she said there was to be complete honesty and since she is representing our house, we can trust her because she is trusting us.”

“There is no shame in being broke.” Reimeiko said. “I have been there.  As long as you have the necessities in life everything else does not matter.  I guess that explains why I had to buy my own outfits and I guess I will be buying everything I will need here including the gown for the masquerade.  But that is okay.  As the Princess of Thunderia, I do have help in the financial situation in more ways than one.”

“Unfortunately that is precisely so.” Byron replied. “We can only afford the bare minimum.  No one outside House Blanchard knows how bad things really are for us.”

“Cecil is in this upto his ears and we have to know why and how.” EnDaryien said. “Reimeiko, using your Knight Thunder powers, do you sense anything out of the ordinary so far?”

“Maybe it is your former brother in law’s presence that is making me uneasy, but I am not sure.” Reimeiko thought. “I will keep digging to find it all.  He is married to Seidre’s twin sister Coradae.  I am sure that she will remember Reimeiko uh, I mean me.” Aloud, she asked. “Do you get money if I end up marrying the prince?”

“Not directly.” Byron replied. “But we can leverage the prestige to great effect.  It would be best to get that leverage before others found out our situation.  In the circles we run in, if word got out about our financial ruin, it would be a major scandal.  but our name is still worth something here in the royal line.”

“Their financial ruin is due to Barnaby’s major spending.” Marco said through the earpiece. “According to reports, he is in a coma in a major hospital in the West Indies.”

Reimeiko switched to Thunderian. “I think that ought to be checked out.  Something tells me that if this coma is for real then he would not be squandering the family fortune and there would be receipts of the purchases.”

“I will check right into that and send a small group to check out the hospital that Barnaby is supposedly in.” Marco said.

“At the very least, we can introduce you to the right people and get you invitations to the right events.” Malachi replied. “We can offer you a first rate education in the ways of court, starting with your wardrobe and branching out from there.”

“What did I just say about an education?” Reimeiko asked. “I know more about the ways of court and warfare than any of those so-called women in this court.  I am about to show those snobs up when I win Karyson back and get to the bottom of this mystery.  And what is wrong with what I am wearing?  I will have you remember this is the formal uniform of the houses of Thunderia and Galaxia and I represent both.”

“I guess one could consider it well, unconventionally adventurous.” Byron offered. “The point is whether or not you dress the part.  Now it is time to start memorizing the lineage of each great house.  No wait. Perhaps it is more urgent to educate you on silverware from the least to the most obscure.  You may dress the part but you also need to play it.”

“Byron, breathe.” Reimeiko ordered. “I am up-to-date on courtly maneuvers, table etiquette, manners, wine tasting, various dinner conversations and otherwise.  Furthermore, I was at the top of my class when it came to memorizing and knowing the lineage of all of the kingdoms in and around the Universal Alliance.  I know everything there is to know about your kingdom’s various great houses and that is including yours.”

“Hey, Byron, let us not scare Reimeiko off.  She just got here.” Malachi replied. “We should show her the more fun side of living here.  I was going to take her on a tour of the palace.”

“Yes, I suppose that it would not do for Reimeiko to get lost or worse,” Byron gulped. “cause an international incident by walking into the wrong room. But the lessons--”

“Maybe while we are on the tour,” Malachi added. “You can talk about the royals of the past or something.  Teach while we are on the tour. I know that you can walk and talk at the same time.”

“I hope that you mean the distinguished history of the kingdoms.” Byron replied. “What do you say to a tour guide, Reimeiko?  Do you want to see all that the palace has to offer?”

“I would be delighted.” Reimeiko said. “I am a learning sponge.  I am ready for everything you wish to teach me.  Although, I know everything there is to know about all of the Universal Alliance kingdoms.”

“Yeah, totally radical.” Malachi gushed. “I do not even know where to start, but it does not matter since we are going to see everything.”

“Oh heaven help me.” Byron sighed. “Now the first stop is the dining room.  The Ruby dining room was built in the seventeen hundreds and is a display of the kingdom’s great wealth.  Everything you see here is made of the finest materials and by artisans at the top of their trade.  This room is most renowned for hosting the terms of the peace treaty between Thaddea and the as of yet burgeoning country of Armentaria.”

“Armentaria is well known for its overload of military might and the royal family’s brute force.” Reimeiko chimed. “The present queen Elisha is quite the stuck up little twerp, acting like she is higher and more powerful than anyone else around, but she is also arrogant, spoiled, self-centered, conceited, rude and very obnoxious.”

“You seem to speak from having experienced meeting her somewhere along the way in your life and travels.” Byron acknowledged.

“Unfortunately yes.” Reimeiko said. “I mean, granted, as young as she was at the time, she really had and has no idea how much bigger, stronger, and more powerful the Universal Alliance is compared to her fleet.  Her husband is a big blowhard who is all talk and no real action.  He talks a big game and can dish it out but he can never take it.  He is all big and bad when he is in the lead and is pushing people around, but if the tables get turned on him or someone calls his bluff and takes him down, he runs off like the hounds of hell are on his tail.”

“Wow. Now that is what I call calling them like you see them.” Malachi said gushing. “You really are the Princess of Thunderia and the leader of the Universal Alliance.”  

[thunderstaruniversalenterprises]

Ch 6 Welcome to “Thaddea”

My Thunderis aura was seriously beginning to show and I knew they could feel it.  It just angered me to have to compete against a bunch of snarky snobs for the hand of the man my Reimeiko won over centuries ago.

“Look, no offense, but I have seen girls like you come and go.” Derrick replied. “It never ends well, not for you, Karyson, or the royal family.”

“Let me clue you into something, Buster.” Reimeiko snarled. “One, I am not a girl, I am a woman. I am different from those girls, the crown does not hurt, and to be honest, you are more my type.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief at her statement “I am serious.  I do not usually go for rich boys much less royalty.  The ones I came across before were too arrogant, conceited, self-centered, and stuck-up.  But Karyson is different, Karyson being royalty does not bother me in the least.”

“That is exactly the kind of naive thinking that is going to land you in trouble here.” he replied.

“Shove it up your rear, I am NOT naive!” Reimeiko snapped angrily. Then she thought.  “I do not think I can keep up keeping the true identity hidden.  This competition should not even be happening.”

“Do not worry.” Tristan said. “Jordan and I are going to be close to Karyson, as his personal guards until we can reconnect for good.  Relax and be your best Reimeiko.  The more time that you spend with him, the more he will remember until finally the reconnection will be for good.”

“Do not listen to Derrick.” Malachi replied. “You will be fine.  Between me and my brother you are in very good hands.  My brother Duke Byron.  He is the head of the house you are a part of thanks to yours truly.  You will see him after we land.  He will be excited to meet you.  Look you can see Thaddea out the window.  You will not want to miss this at all.”

She looked out the window and her breath was taken by the sight of the majestic Thaddea.  It was as majestic and beautiful as she had remembered, but so much more.  But she suddenly felt seriously uneasy, something was off.”

“That is Thaddea?” she asked. “It is as beautiful as something out of a fairytale.  The sparkling ocean, the swaying trees.  I am just saying that it is very beautiful.” 

The plane descended, landed, then pulled up to the stairsteps.  Reimeiko looked out the door and saw the ThunderStar being taxied into a nearby hangar.  A town car was waiting to take Malachi, Reimeiko and Derrick to the royal palace.  Black Thunder spoke to her through the ear piece.

“It looks like it is not just our Universal Knights who are here to help in the investigation.” Thunder said. “Look, Pepper D’Angelo and the Genesis Knights are here as well.”

She put her turned off phone to her ear so she looked like she was on it when she could respond. “Hey, I thought I would let you know, we landed and we are at the palace even as we speak.” Reimeiko said. “Can you send everyone’s location and ETA to my computer when you get it?”

“That will not be a problem.” Black Thunder said. “In fact, I will send it and everyone’s locations to your computer right now.  I will even include the fleet’s various locations so you know you will be safe.”

“Thanks B.T.” Reimeiko replied.  “Do not forget to let Macc and Serenity know how they can tag me too for their own piece of mind?  You know how they tend to worry when I am away.”

“Do not worry, you are fully covered.” Black Thunder said. “Your guardian companions will be there to greet you when you get settled and will be with you when the rest of us cannot.  I will relay to Pepper the seriousness about keeping your true title under wraps for now, maybe use the Amaryllis name instead of Thunderis.”

“Keeping the first one under wraps is fine.” Reimeiko replied. “But not changing the second.  The second will be a lot of help during this time.”

“We just found out that the Universal Alliance Council was meeting to decide if a long time friendly kingdom of Taboria will be accepted or rejected where the alliance is concerned.” Black Thunder said. “Because of what happens here, if the prince decides for you then not only will Taboria be accepted into the Universal Alliance, but they will also be allowed access to the fleet to protect them from their outside enemies.”

“Whoa, wait a minute.” Reimeiko replied softly. “How does Thaddea’s prince deciding for me help Taboria gain access to the Universal Alliance?”

“This just came off of the wire.” Black Thunder said. “During the rest of our background checks, Macc and I came across the connection.  I will relay the information to your tablet.”  Turning on her tablet, Reimeiko checked into the email Black Thunder sent with the information inside. 

“Whoa, is this accurate?” Reimeiko asked. “I did not see that coming. I knew that Seidre’s sister had gotten married, but I did not know they were twins and her sister ended up being connected to Deon and Ceres Mitchell or Samuel and Francine Walters.”

“More the latter than the former in this time, when everyone was reborn and the memories of each other were not known.” he said. “Seidre’s sister Coradae is Samuel and Francine’s stepmother.  She gave birth to their half brother Garyson a few days after Seidre or Rhiana gave birth to Karyson, Racine, and Coridon.  Or as you have come to know them, Tristan, Erin, and Jordan Llewellyn.”

“Oh shoot fire, that is serious.” Reimeiko hissed. “So in reality, this competition is for gaining Garyson.  But what I do not understand is why is Karyson here in the line of fire instead of his cousin?”  She clammed up when she noticed Derrick and Malachi staring at her back on her phone. Black Thunder sent a picture of all of the children together and the resemblance was uncanny between the Thaddean twins and their cousin Garyson. “Well now, that explains everything.  Well almost everything.” She lowered her voice.  “Are they running as decoys for him?  And if so, what is the reason behind it?”

“We are still trying to figure that out.” he said. “But Kisiana and Talisan will be there to help Karyson regain his memories of you and your past together.  They should be reconnecting with him right now in their human forms as guardians.”

Reimeiko switched to speaking in Thunderian. “Alright, get a hold of Taryn and our Lady Knights.” Reiemeiko ordered. “I want them in on this too in order to help run interference in this sham of a competition.”

“I will get right on that and keep you posted.” Black Thunder said. “I think you ought to know that you have arrived at the royal palace.  I will be within earshot should you need me.”

The limousine pulled up to the gates and the red carpet of the royal palace where photographers, and reporters clamored to gain interviews and take pictures of the competing suitors. Once there, Derrick opened the door, hopped out and quickly walked away as Malachi helped Reimeiko out of the car.  She spoke quietly to Black Thunder who was parked close behind.  “Okay now, besides our Pepper D’Angelo and her crew,” Reimeiko asked. “Who are the other photographers and reporters and where are they from?”

“The fancy suited lady is Tamera Loren from Sheen Scene magazine.” Black Thunder announced. “She is also a very well known fashion designer like Tessalyn Larson.  She is the main media liaison for the royalty and nobility.”

“Is it just me, or does she seem to have a snobby kind of air to her?” Reimeiko asked.

“No, she does eat up all of the gossip given to her by the royalty and nobility that flits around here.” he replied.  “The suitors and their families never tire of bragging to the reporters about all of their constant achievements to make them look appealing to the present prince.”

“I am surprised they do not strip themselves naked and parade in front of him to try and make his eyes bug out.” Reimeiko teased. “Knowing Karyson as well as I do, flash and flare was never his style of woman, least of all flesh and flare.”

“Reimeiko, focus!” Aaron scolded. “We have got a job to do and you need to get your head in the game.”

“No worries, brother, we have got this.” Reimeiko said. “Now who is the next reporter in the game?”

“His name is Bondo Drayson.” Marco reported. “He heads up the International Broadcasting Company.  He has got quite a flare for the dramatic and is always coming up with some comedy quip after another.  Watch out though, between him and Jaelene Rozaro keeping yourself in the shadows is not going to be an easy maneuver.”

“It is just my true title that is staying in the shadows for now, not me and my personality.” Reimeiko scoffed.  As she set her feet on the sidewalk, she was immediately greeted by a thick crowd of people and paparazzi including Pepper D’Angelo from KTSE news.  Reimeiko, catching Pepper’s eye, subtly raised her hand to the ear that hid the earpiece.  Ahead of her, the beautiful women and suitors strolled down the red carpet to the palace gates pausing to sign autographs and pose for pictures for the magazines.

“This is Pepper D’Angelo for KTSE News here in Culdera, Taboria.” Pepper announced. “It is a fantastic showing of the newest fashion, showcased by none other than the various nobility.  Even our very own Princess Amaryllis as always lights up everywhere she goes in the world.”

Malachi took Reimeiko’s hand and gently tugged her forward.  She started walking, falling into line with the other arrivals.  Several cameras flashed in her direction.  She smiled and waved whispering to Malachi.

“What is happening?” she asked. “They are looking at me.  I always knew that I was destined for the spotlight.” To Tristan she said. “Have you found any sign of your royal counterpart yet?”

“The tracker you hid on his watch was ingenious and is working at the highest capacity.” Tristan replied. “Be careful going in there Jamie.  Mom and Dad said Thaddea was being ruled by Uncle Cecil until Dad got called back.”

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It has been forever and a day and I apologize. But hopefully I'll be working more on posting stories and other things such as food and travel posts. Hopefully I'm not as rusty and hope you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: This story with contain topics of racism, sexism, prostitution, sex and violence. I do not own the characters or setting of TRR or Red Dead Redemption those are owned by their respective companies. If you find anything in my stories that you find appalling or upsetting to you then don't read it. Its that simple.

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Part three

Liam grabbed a washing cloth on the dresser and headed into the bathroom. After relieving himself in the toilet, he removed his filthy clothes and sat in the hot bath, taking comfort in the hot water he closed his eyes to take in the satisfaction of being a step closer to getting justice. A few moments pass and Liam was startled by the feeling of hands on his back. He violently turned around to see Jèan. Liam’s eyes widen as he turned to cover himself. The display made Jèan giggle a little.

"Didn't mean to scare you. Since you were bathing I figured I can check to see how you're healing." She says as she moves and lowers herself to Liam’s side. "Also this a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better than just word of mouth and reputation." Jèan grabs the wet cloth Liam was using to cover himself, causing him to stiffen and take a sharp breath as she moved back behind him. 

"So Liam Rhys, son to Constantine Rhys of the Cordonian Orchards plantation. Famous for the Cordonian Ruby." Jèan said, as she carefully washed Liam’s back with one hand and examined his bruises with the other. 

"You know of me?!" Liam muttered, surprised. 

Jèan chuckled. "No. I know of your family. Plus it's not that hard to know who owns the largest apple orchard in the country. I'm sorry that you lost your mother so young. I lost my mother pretty young as well." 

Liam turned around to look her in the eyes. "I'm sorry. How did she die?" Liam asked. Jèan smiled sadly as she began to wash his chest, causing Liam’s heart to beat fast. "My pa killed her.*" She answered. "Get to know me more and I may tell you the rest of the story." Jèan returns to examining Liam. After a few more minutes she hands him back the washcloth, stands up and rinses her hands off at the sink. "You’re lucky you only manage to get a few serious bruises, but they are healing nicely, so it should be a few weeks for them to be fully healed."  She then walks over a little stool in the corner and brings it to the tub and sits down again taking the washcloth and resumes washing.

*Historic disclaimer: Bass Reeves son, Benny Reeves murdered his wife, who had cheated on him. Conflicting stories of how Reeves learned of his son's warrant is hard to determine, but in the end Bass Reeves took the writ and brought his son in to face justice. Benny was sentenced to life but was released after serving 12 years, and spent his days as an upstanding citizen. 

"So I'm curious to know why you chose to ride out and search for me rather than stay in Saint Denis and put your trust in the authorities?" Jèan asked as she continued to wash his chest. Liam struggled to remain calm, but his body was betraying him.

"The authorities couldn't get my mother's killer." He answered with a shaky breath. "I couldn't do anything then. I'll be damned if I just sit by when I can do something now." Jèan saw the look of despair and determination in Liam’s eyes. She dropped the wash cloth and with both hands cradled his face. Her soft hazel/brown eyes staring deep in his ocean blue ones. "I'll do all that I can to help you get that." Jèan said. With that she got up and headed to the door. "When you finish up, come to the sheriff’s office and we'll discuss our next move. I went and got you fresh clothes and brought up your food. You'd want to hurry before it gets cold." And with a smirk she walked out. 

Liam continued to stare at the door for a brief minute, wondering if she may come back. He finished washing and walked out to dry off. He checks the outfit that was laid out, a cotton button down shirt, denim pants, and a new pair of leather boots. The clothes were more common than he was used to, but this is his life now and until his father’s killer is dead his life before no longer exists. After getting dressed he spotted the meal Jèan had left on the nearby table. 

After he finished eating he grabbed his father’s platinum watch. He opened it and for a brief moment watched the seconds tick away. "You may not have been a great father, but I still miss you just as fiercely. I will bring your killers to justice" he silently prayed before tucking the watch away and headed out the door. The bartender flagged Liam down as he descended the stairs and pointed him towards the sheriff office and jail. Walking towards the building he was grumbling over the fact that Drake had added himself into this matter. Liam didn't care for the man due to his rude behavior towards him, but for Jèan's sake he should try to be civil.

"Jèan". The thought stopped him in his tracks again bringing his hand to his cheek. After a couple of moments he shook out of his trance and continued on. As he arrived at the station he looked around but no one was around except the ones in the cells. Confused Liam looked around until he noticed a stairwell leading upstairs. Not sure what to do he ascended the stairs, getting closer to the top he can hear voices. Getting closer still he made out that Jèan and Drake were on the upper floor. 

As Liam climbs the steps he hears a strained conversation going on. He stops halfway and decides, against his better judgment, to listen.

"Drake, why do you keep bringing this up?" Jèan asked, sounding frustrated. "You know that it's something that can never happen."

"Jèan." Drake sighs loudly. "I will not push this further right now. That Rhys boy should be here. Do you still plan on coming to my room later tonight?"

Jèan chuckled lightly. "You did pay, didn't you?"

After hearing enough Liam resumed climbing the stairs. Both Jèan and Drake looked up to see his arrival. Drake went back to looking at a large table map as Jèan walked over to him to inspect the outfit she got for.

"Its a good fit for you." She said, smiling. "Not what you're used to but with what we'll be embarking it will be what you need." Again Liam’s heart jumped as Jèan caresses his face before leading him to the table. "Come we've got a long journey to plan. Let's get to work."