#marywrites

[maryhaswritten]

Let me just say this once and for all to all my introvertsssss

You DO. NOT. have to be ANYBODY’S FAVOURITE. You DO. NOT. need ANYONE’S APPROVAL. You DO. NOT. have to be POPULAR. You DO. NOT. need a SIGNIFICANT OTHER

You can desire these things, no, you will desire these things. That’s okay. In fact, we humans need a community of some sort to thrive. That’s part of our nature, but you, the individual, should be able to live without any of the above being an absolute craving need.

Take a deep breath (Unless you physically can’t. In which case, please don’t force yourself. A shallow breath is good too.) If you are inside the jeep (bc I am), move a little bit. Feel that? That’s your body functioning without the opinions of man, or any other gender for that matter. You were born or from your mother’s womb untimely ripp’d desiring the basic of needs, food and comfort. So eat that isaw and proben! Drink that tanduay with milk in your tumblr! Enjoy those vegan tacos! Just, be okay with being by yourself.

[sleeponrooftops]

If sister witches ever gets an actual title, it’s sure to be as ridiculous as it’s working one. But until then, I’m just freaking happy it’s done. I’ve spent the first half of this year feeling uprooted with so many novels smack in the middle, so I decided to take April & May to finish two of them, and now that bookstore boys is done, I was able to set my sights on sister witches and give it a solid 30k in four days. . From July until now, we are at 101k words, A LOT of crystals and incense, some truly ridiculous enamel pins, aesthetic beyond your wildest dreams, and possibly the most lighthearted and ridiculous novel I’ve ever written—sister witches (monsters included) has become a fully written first draft. And damn if that doesn’t feel sinfully good. 🖤 . #marywrites #amwriting #writersofinstagram #sisterwitches #witch #magic #demon https://www.instagram.com/p/BxvGyCknHFg/?igshid=inwde6nhdal2

[marychronicles]

My Breastfeeding Journey

If you’ve read “Chanel no. 1” on this blog (my about me page) you’d know that I’m a breastfeeding mum to a beautiful & healthy baby bombshell, Samantha. Well, I never thought I’d write my own experience this year because I wasn’t able to write my birthing story, so it’s kind of a surprise that I am actually writing about this journey and not the birthing story. But anyway, I know most of you are younger than me; maybe some are 10 years younger haha but you know, it’s not a bad idea to share this right? Who knows, some of you might have tips & tricks from this entry... 😉

My Instagram feed is filled of milky posts this year, most of them have like, long ass captions. Even though I fully know that nobody would bother to read them, for me, I just really wanted to share my experience about breastfeeding. So let me take you to that time when I was about 3 months pregnant, well, I got pregnant last year; 2016 was such a big year for most famous women I know and for a few friends of mine cos we all got pregnant at the same time & year. I’ve been at the end of my first trimester, which was a relief because I dealt with so much pregnancy issues like: morning sickness (the worst part for me, yikes!! It even last up until the evening) & the never ending back pains. Now, I fully know that after giving birth, I have to breastfeed my baby girl. I remembered my husband asking me, “are you going to breastfeed?” and my answer was, “hmmm I don’t think so cos my boobs will look ugly & saggy!” Sorry but that was really selfish yeah? I know. But come my 8th month of pregnancy, I’ve experienced having this sensation on my breasts that I couldn’t explain, there were nights that my nipple was super itchy and all that stuff. That’s when I knew that my body was getting ready for my milk production. When I gave birth, an hour and a half later, I was surprised to be breastfeeding my first born on her first night. The midwife told me that it was amazing because my milk started to come in on the first night.

So it went, I breastfed & pumped even if I’m sleep deprived, my nipples & boobs were sore from all the latching, I was so inspired by my fellow breastfeeding mommies anyway, I even joined a group exclusively for nursing mums on Facebook & I must say that their tips were very helpful especially during the time that I needed to increase my milk supply. I worried so much because I don’t know if I’m producing enough for my baby.

My journey wasn’t rainbows & unicorns, babies, I had a pretty goddamn ups & downs too. I’ve tried so many lactation aids known to every nursing mums, like, “moringga” or “malunggay” capsules, fenugreek capsules, lactation teas, milo, malunggay hot chocolate, oats, oatmeal cookies and the list goes on. Fortunately, I have a very decent milk supply after taking all those stuff. I’ve burned through 2 Medela electric breastpumps, 1 Spectra pump & an unbranded electric pump. Been up almost every night just to pump & for night feedings. But I couldn’t complain because I know I’m providing the best milk there is. As I end my breastfeeding & pumping journey, I’m only using my first pump, which is a manual pump. It’s been my bestie ever since. I wouldn’t know how my breastfeeding would look like if I don’t have it.

It’s been so hard on my half because this whole journey had been one of the many things that I really am proud of. Like, you know, can you do something consistently for 13 months? Well I did, it’s something to bragged about cos not everyone could do this. I’ve been blessed with my milk supply to keep up all the way through. I’m so emotional to be honest, I just thought that writing about this would make me feel lighter, well kind of but not entirely. Right now, I feel like something has been taken away from me in just a snap. I should feel over the rainbow happy cos I will be able to wear whatever the hell I want without my conscience telling me, “you can’t wear that cos you have to breastfeed remember??” or that I will be able to sleep on my tummy after a year, well those are the many things that I should be happy about but really, I’m sad. Even though some of my friends had told me that I really did a great job on breastfeeding my girl for 13 months, there’s always the sad part because on top of all of this I wanted to breastfeed & pump for 2 years. Well I may have not hit my breastfeeding goal, but I did reach the one year mark. I think that’s amazing. I really am so proud of myself, for being selfless & for doing the best I can for my daughter. Motherhood isn’t just about breastfeeding right? I feel a little blue about ending this beautiful journey but I think it’s the hormones kicking in & stressing me out. Haha! Ugh. I will miss everything about it. I can’t hardly believe that I’m free from the 3AM feedings or that I will be able to drink my favorite beer now.

I hope some of you have learned something from this entry. Nothing’s ever easy, but in the end, it’s all worth it. Everything that I’ve done for 13 months of breastfeeding, is worth more than a million. ✨

[scorpyusmalfoy]

Scorpius Headcanons

Bday gift for the lovely jordyn @smlfoy , hope you enjoy these! -always asking the time -rolls his sleeves up all. the. time. even in the winter -always running around. the boy is pure unbridled energy -messy hair -wiggly eyebrows -no sense of direction like. At All. -all brain. zero brawn -divination KING -a bit geeky looking but his smile charms the pants off of anyone -...... glasses?? Square ones? Yes? -asks like 10 people out in first year -sombody just date the boy -momma's boy through and through -sarcasm on point but doesn't use it often -heart the size of a moon

[scorpluto-blog]

The Signs as Stoners 🌿

Aries: Refuses to smoke but still eats like 15 brownies and has to be driven to the ER

Taurus: Takes one hit, coughs for half an hour, then pretends to be high for another five hours

Gemini: Smokes because it “opens their mind” and probably writes poetry the whole time

Cancer: The one who smokes all day erryday, always has a joint ready for 4:20

Leo: Gets high whenever they can but doesn’t worry too much if they can’t

Virgo: Tries it young, thinks they’re badass, then stops soon after because they can’t take the guilt

Libra: The “enlightened” stoner. Smokes to feel at peace. Goes absolutely whack if they run out

Scorpio: Smokes all the time but doesn’t even roll, quits at random times then starts again

Sagittarius: So deep. Will engage u in a 20 hour conversation about life and politics but nothing they say makes sense

Capricorn: Only smokes alone; being around people high makes them paranoid

Aquarius: Super giggly. Really opens up and relaxes while high. They’re much easier to get to know in this state

Pisces: Loves getting high alone. Typically eats a bunch and watches Netflix until the buzz wears off then has a nice nap. Peaceful stoners

* check sun and/or moon!

[enchanted--roses]

Request by: @marywrites-things

[marymoresad]

Você quer uma garota brava e dura, mas eu me derreti por você você tem um jeito que destrava minha face rude, eu queria que você me vesse do mesmo jeito que eu te olho, mas você está muito ocupado olhando outra pessoa agora, mas tudo bem se você não quer partir agora, pode se acomodar e nos meus braços e chamar de casa mesmo que esteja pensando nela

Talvez seja questão de tempo pra você se apaixonar por mim denovo mas se não acontecer ainda vou estar aqui...

[maryhaswritten]

I am sad

Been wanting to post this since last month.. was just looking for enough sad reason. Lol so here it is.

I am sad and maybe I do irrational things but I do them because I think it will make me feel better. Does it? Well, maybe for a second but then I feel worse because it was irrational and not necessary.

I am sad and cant seem to sleep at night. I just lost 4 days because I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. Somehow I managed to get myself to work today. Dont know how but I did, and then I came home sad again.

I'll admit that sometimes I drink a little to help me to stop thinking. Even if I feel worse after, I'll take that moment of silence where I can even get a little bit of joy out of something. Atleast I can take the moment to not be so lonely.

I am sad and I'm surprised I've gotten so far all on my own. So I'll give myself a pat on the back while I lie in bed feeling like I have no purpose or motivation.

I am sad. I just wish more people understood.

March 26 12:25am

[catsdaydreams]

New beginnings.

Welcome back to my shit show folks. Catch up HERE.

So i took a long ass break. A quick recap: Kendra has a baby with Liam in an AU where Liam is only in New York for a week and then leaves and Kendra doesn’t go to Cordonia. He goes back to Cordonia unaware of his baby until he comes back to New York for the U.N. party and finds a photo of our dear cadence. Now Kendra is dealing with the consequences of her actions. I wanted to wait to post until I had most of this story written, which is why its taken me so long to come back.

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Liam and the people of his court left the same afternoon that he had learned about Cadence. 

“Do you want to meet him? I asked, albeit hesitantly. Liam continued staring at the photo in his hands. “Not yet. I have somethings back home I need to take care of first. How about next week?”

I had agreed. However, the week dragged on as I anxiously tried to understand my new world would be like, sharing Cadence. Liam had insisted on paying all of the bills for the current month. I had spent the week working and trying to ignore what felt like an actual snake den in my stomach. 

“So, What happened when you ran out last week? I never got the chance to ask you. Is King Rys Cadences dad? That’s kinda what it looked like when you took off like that.” Shelby said, leaning up against the entrance to my cubicle. I had been avoiding her, knowing she was eventually going to ask. The NDA popped into my head, “No, he isn’t. I was hoping I could get some more information so I could track down Cadences Dad, but I couldn’t get anyone to talk to me.” I said in an exasperated tone. Shelby chuckled, “what, did you think you would just get a personal invitation to hang out with the King and ask him some questions?” I shrugged my shoulders, internally laughing at her describing almost exactly what happened. 

“I heard your going on some fancy trip.” She said casually, fishing for more information. I rolled my eyes, “yeah I decided to buy a plane ticket to Cordonia to see if I could find... Alex” I said, deciding on an Alias for Liam since I knew Shelby would eventually ask me for cadences dads name to do her own ‘recon’. “Oooooh” she replied, her eyes lighting up at the tidbit of information. I shook my head, “Hey did you get that document written up for the Allens?” I asked her trying to get her out of my personal space.

“Oh shoot, that’s right! Ill talk to you later Kendra!” She said hurriedly as she rushed back to her own cubicle. “Thank god,” I muttered under my breath. Sanders popped his head over the wall that separated our cubicle as I continued to type away, “I was just about to save you, too.” He said. I looked over at him and sighed, “Does no one do their own work in this office?” I said playfully. Sanders gave me a bright smile, “Just you. Do you wanna go grab lunch?” He said standing fully, and pulling his jacket over his shoulders. I looked at the legal document I was crafting, I had reached a break point. “Sure, lets go get Mexican.” I said returning his smile. 

I rode with Sanders to our favorite Mexican place near by, and we sat down to order. “Let me guess, Enchiladas.” Sanders said. I rolled my eyes, “what can I say, I’m a creature of habit.” I stated. Sanders ordered for both of us. “So, what’s the real scoop on this Cordonia thing.” He said staring at me expectantly. I laughed nervously, “what are you talking about?” 

“I remember you talking about how awful you felt that you couldn’t find Cadences dad, and his name was Liam, not Alex.” The waitress returned with our food and left. “Kind of like the King of Cordonia who is also named Liam and looks suspiciously like Cadence?” My heart pounded, Liam and I were in a weird place and I’m sure news of Cadence hitting the press would make things ten times harder to repair. “W-what?” I said nervously. “Yeah sure, Cadence’s dad is a king.” I said mockingly, and picked at my food with a fork. “I knew it.” Sanders said, breaking out into a huge grin. “How the hell did you manage that!” He laughed. I peeked around nervously to see if anyone was listening. “Don’t you recognize sarcasm Sanders, of course Cadence’s dad isn’t King Liam. It’s coincidence.” I said, shooting him a look of agitation. 

“I recognize sarcasm, but I also know when you’re lying. Your voice goes high and you wont look me in the eye.” He said confidently. I sighed, he was right of course. I’d always been a horrible liar, my nerves had a tendency to show on my face. “I didn’t bag a King, Sanders.” I stated firmly. He shook his head, knowing i was lying. “So, theoretically of course, if Cadence was a prince, what would happen next.” I shot him a look, finally conceding. “IF, cadence was, in theory, King Liam’s son, I don’t think that would immediately make him a Prince. Liam would have to publicly and legally claim him. If it works anything like British royalty it would be up to their version of parliament. Which I don’t  know if they have because to be honest I haven’t looked it up since I have no reason to.” I said emphasizing the last sentence.

“Or more likely you’re avoiding dealing with it like you always do.” Sanders mumbled, earning a glare from me. “Just eat your damn quesadillas.” I responded, and Sanders flashed me a grin. He was right though, I was avoiding looking into what would happen with Cadence in the sense of if he was royalty or not. Plus even if he were to inherit a title, he’s an american citizen which is something I didn’t care to budge on. All questions I needed to ask Liam at some point. Things were uncomfortable on the Liam front to say the least. He was still hurt and angry that I was about to sign an NDA with a non contact without telling him about Cadence. All of our interactions up until this point had been cordial yes/no questions and answers, and he refused to text conversationally. 

“When does your plane leave for Cordonia?” Sanders asked. I gave him a questioning look, “thin cubicle walls.” 

“Next week. But today is my last working day, I have some things in town I need to take care of before I go.” Liam and I had decided to introduce him to Cadence in a familiar environment before going back to Cordonia for a little bit so the boys could bond and Liam could figure out what his next step was. “How long will you be in Cordonia?” He said nonchalantly avoiding eye contact. I frowned, “I’m not sure, why? What’s wrong?” 

“I just, worry for what’ll happen when you do go there and ‘find’ cadences dad. I want to make sure you’ll come back.” He said with a touch of melancholy. “What? Of course Ill come back. What do you think that Ill just move to a different country all of a sudden.” Sanders shrugged. “It’s not out of character for you to do something completely rash and half thought out, Kendra.” I scoffed, “Rude.”

Once the waitress brought our check, Sanders insisted on paying and we made our way back to work to finish out our day. I watched the clock anxiously, knowing that at five I had to go pick up Liam, and then pick up Cadence who had spent the day with my dad. I still wasn’t ready, but time stops for no man as the old saying goes, and sure enough five o’clock rolled around quicker than I was ready for it to. 

I stepped outside my office to find a black rental car waiting for me. I looked around in surprise, the window rolled down and inside was the girl from the U.N. party, Madeline. “Hello, Kendra. Why don’t we go pick up my darling fiancé together.” She said in her polished accent. 

[marychronicles]

I wish...

I wish I had a day or two to write all of the things that I want to write.

Ain’t time gold? But it’s funny how you want to do so much & got so little time.

[sleeponrooftops]

When I first read The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell and realized what he was doing, I was awed. I wanted to connect my novels like that. I wanted characters to dance through different stories. I wanted there to be a universal truth that tied them all together. . Mason was the beginning of that three years ago. Andrew became the root of it two years ago. But sister witches was where it all started to take shape, and now, for the first time ever, each of my heads of power are meeting. . Henley Abelló is head witch of Salem. Andrew Levi is head of the largest vampire coven in the world. Mason is king of the Fae. . It’s wild to me that these three legends are finally coming together, but the last of them has finally arrived, and he also happens to be the oldest of them all. 🦇 . . . #marywrites #amwriting #writing #writersofinstagram #sisterwitches #witches #witch #witchy #witchcraft #vampiredetective #vampire #madhousechronicles #faeries #faery #fae #fairy #fairies https://www.instagram.com/p/B89A-Emg6xC/?igshid=c7066gd6ctu9

[captain-kingliamsqueen]

Hey, Mom - Liam x MC

Pairing: Liam x Riley 

Summary: …In this turn of events, Riley tells Liam about Tariq straight after it happens, how will Liam deal with the problem, what will happen when it comes to choosing his bride and the incident is used against her? Will he choose to sacrifice the crown to be with the woman he loves, or will he let his future be decided for him?

Word Count: 3,632

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Some parts at the beginning are taken from the royal romance book 1 chapter 14.

The breeze blew through the leaves of the apple trees. It was the morning of the country jamboree at Applewood Manor. Liam and Riley were walking through the hedge maze, hand in hand. Liam lead Riley through the maze of pink peony covered arches.

“I feel so much more at peace when I’m with you” Liam let out a peaceful sigh as he squeezed her hand

“you seem awfully happy today” she smirked

“oh, I’m always happy when I’m spending time with you Riley.”

“This place is beautiful Liam, it’s just so peace”

“I always make it a point to come here when I’m visiting, my mother used to bring me here all the time”

“I can see why she loved it so much, its beautiful out here.”

“I thought, maybe we could get lost in here…” he smirked with a chuckle

“oh, I see, so this is your plan spend eternity with me?”

“Exactly, that’s Exactly the plan!”

“Eternity with you Liam, I can’t say I would mind”

“you know, I’ve bene thinking about the future a lot lately…after the coronation…I’ve been trying to imagine what sort of Queen you would be, if you and I were to get married…I asked you before what you thought my moniker would be as king…what do you think yours might be as Queen…Queen Riley the Fierce, Queen Riley the whimsical?”

“I’d be Queen Riley the Wise, people would look back on all of the causes I championed and thing…Queen Riley…she knew exactly what she was doing” Liam grinned

“so what causes are we talking about here? What Would Queen Riley the Wise champion in Cordonia?”

“I would champion excellent and affordable education for all”

“that’s a big cause, you think you can do it?” he asked seriously

“Who? Queen Riley the wise…Of course she can, she can do anything” she chuckled.

After a few moments of silence Riley spoke, “Hey, Liam”

“Hey, Riley”

“Will you push me on the swing?” she grinned like a Cheshire cat

“of course,” he replied as he gestured for Riley to sit down, he gently pusher her on the swing, as she laughed away.

Liam smiled as he watched her laugh, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, she had the most beautiful smile lines. He loved the way her eyes lit up when her smile practically reached her eyes. The way her blonde wavy hair blew in the breeze. He never thought he would get the chance to feel like that about anyone and he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. Liam slowed the swing to a stop and leaned over, wrapping his arms around Riley's waist. Riley leaned back into Liam's chest, leaning her head on his shoulder, as Liam tightened his hold, Riley gently cupped his cheek in her hand, gently pulling him down to place a kiss on his lips. As Liam pulled back, he chuckled.

“what are you laughing at mister?”

“I’m just so happy…”

“you seem different today, calmer, more peaceful plus you don’t usually talk about spending eternity with me or even what’s going to happen after the social season…you know just in case you don’t choose me.” Riley mumbled the last part

“…I know…it’s just that I’ve been thinking a lot about that decision…and”

“and?” Riley urged him to carry on with a grin on her face as she turned on the swing to face him

“and…I shouldn’t say anything yet, not until I have the approval of my parents and the people of the court…which won’t be for a few days…but I want you to know that I cannot wait for the coronation” he whispered as he gently cupped her cheek in his hand

“really? Your gonna play me like that” she giggled “for the record, I can’t wait either”

“I really wish I could tell you what I want to say riley”

“I know” she smiled understandingly just a moment later, the two heard the chimes of bells, signalling the end of the games and for everyone to gather for the dinner.

“we should really head back” Liam took Riley's hand as she stood from the swing. “allow me to escort you to dinner” the two slowly made their way back towards the gathering. The sun was just setting when they reached the party.

“we should blend back in” Liam smiled

“think of me” she whispered as the two parted ways.

Riley made her way towards Maxwell and Drake, as she passed one of the tables, a couple of the ladies were talking in hushed voices. As Riley rounded one of the tables, she nearly walked right into Tariq.

“oh, I’m so sorry Tariq!” she apologised

“oh, it’s nothing Lady Riley, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” He smiled, the kind of smile that made Riley uncomfortable.

“how are you Tariq?” she asked

“as splendid as you look, my dear” he gently lifted her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

“woah” Riley subtly pulled her hand away “where did that come from?” she asked taken back a little

“it came from the recesses of my being; this whole event can hardly bear a star as bright as yours”

“umm…thanks?”

“it fills me with such joy to hear you say that, you know I have to tell you, after speaking with the other ladies here, I find myself having such an…appreciation for you.”

“really?” she asked confused

“yes, you are a breath of fresh New York air.”

“I don’t think anyone says that.”

“the others are absolutely boring, one only talks about her dogs, another merely sulks and don’t even get me started on Olivia”

“Excuse you Tariq, those Ladies, each have their charm.”

“hah! If they do, ive yet to find them! I mean, they have good breeding, wealth and manners but they’re dull, how disappointing. Whereas you Lady Riley, you grow more interesting every time we speak.”

“thank…you?”

“I must however take my leave; may you have a fantastic evening”

As Tariq leaves Maxwell approached Riley, with a concerned look on his face.

“was that Tariq you were talking to?”

“yeah” she mumbled a little confused by the whole conversation.

“is everything okay, Riley?” he asked

“yeah, I think so…it was just a bit of a strange conversation”

“oh, okay, well Bertrand and I just got a table if you wanna come and sit?”

“of course,” Riley replied as she followed Maxwell to the table. Just as Riley sat down, she heard the clinking of glasses, she turned to see Liam, The King and Queen standing waiting to make their speeches.

“if I may have everyone’s attention please, I’d like to say a few words before we close this evening…”

After the speeches, everyone sat down to eat, it was hitting 11pm that everyone started to retire to their rooms. Once Riley reached her room, she headed for the bathroom, where she turned the shower on, she changed out of her clothes then climbed into the shower. It was about thirty minutes later she was just climbing out of the nice hot shower, she dried off with her towel then pulled her clean underwear on then headed into the bedroom. Just as she was drying her hair with the towel, she heard her door click open…

“Ahhh!!!” she squealed trying to cover herself with the wet towel

“good lord!!!” Tariq exclaimed “Riley! disrobing in my room…what a forward gesture!”

“your room? but…”

“oh, I’m not upset Riley…I’m just surprised, I mean…I suspected” he took a step closer to her “but I never thought this would happen so soon” he smirked

“Tariq…what are you talking about?” she replied confused as she went to take a step back. Tariq took Riley's hand, stopping her from moving. “I must say this…your feelings are most ardently returned” he stepped closer. As Riley went to take another step backwards, she ended up, pressed against the wall.

“you have thoroughly enchanted me, just as you enchant anyone you come across, and now I know you feel the same way about me.”

“Tari-” Before Riley could finish, Tariq, nudged her hand to make her drop the towel, then moved in to press his lips against hers. With her hands against his chest she pushed him away with force.

“HOW DARE YOU!” She roared, her whole body shaking as she wrapped the towel around her. Tariq was taken back by her shout. “THAT IS NOT OKAY!”

“GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!” She yelled as the tears fell down her face. Tariq quickly scurried from the room, Riley’s back slid down the wall, as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, she repeatedly wiped at her eyes and face, but the tears just wouldn’t stop, her hands were shaking and everything . Once she eventually managed to stop crying, she moved over to the dresser where her robe was and pulled it on along with her nightwear, she slipped her feet into her slippers then made her way out of the o. she couldn’t stay in there, she couldn’t stay in that room, not after what had just happened, did she forget to lock the door she thought to herself, but the more she thought about it, the more she questioned whether there was a lock on the door in the first place…how did she not notice there was no lock. Maybe if she had noticed this wouldn’t have happened…but then why wasn’t there a lock on the door, there was a lock on every other door in the manor, something wasn’t right. Riley headed down towards the main entrance heading for the garden maze. The cold hair stung against her previously wet cheeks, her hair was still partly wet, due to being interrupted when she was drying it. she made her way, through the maze, trying to remember the path Liam had taken her down earlier that day. she eventually found herself in the centre of the maze. She carefully sat herself down on the swing, pulling her robe around her tighter to keep her warm on the breezy summer night. The summer nights in Cordonia were a lot colder than she was used to back home, she was really started to feel the chill in the air. She leaned her head on the rope of the swing as the tears slowly started to fall down her cheeks.

“I must attract them, huh mom?” she spoke to the one woman who she knew would be listening, she may not be here, but Riley knew she was watching over her. “I must have a tattoo or something somewhere that says… “help yourself” why can’t they just leave me be?”

On the other side of the manor, Liam was just leaving a stressful meeting with the king and queen. He headed to his quarters, where he pulled his jacket on and headed outside. every night he spent in Applewood manor, we would take a walk down to the hedge maze before heading to bed, it helped him calm himself down after stressful days, as he made his way through the flower filled hedges, he came to the first of many archways, he smiled at the memory of his mother and brother, all running through the maze, just being together. One of the things Liam loved most about Riley, was that she reminded him a lot of his mother, her love for adventure and fun. He knew she would be an amazing Queen, the amazing Queen his mother would have been had she still been here today. Liam gently picked one of the brightest peonies, running his fingertips over the petals. He closed his eyes in content as he thought about her, it was then that he felt a gentle breeze blow through his gently tussled hair.

“hey mom” he whispered with a smile.

Another gust of wind blew, sending the flower flying from Liam's hand. “hey!” he chuckled as he went over to where it landed, he looked at either side of him, to his left, the path he would normally take at night, to his right, the path he took with Riley, he smiled at the thought of their little getaway earlier in the day. As Liam bent down to pick the flower up, the gentlest breeze sent the flower rolling to the right. He huffed with a chuckle as he went to lift it again, but the same thing happened, every time he went to pick it up, it was blown further down the path. As he got to the end of the path, it was then that the wind calmed right down, he smirks as he bent down again “your mine now” he laughed to himself. He lifted the flower, finally able to get it in his grasp. As he rounded the corner to the centre of the maze, he stopped dead in his tracks when he seen her…Riley. There she was sitting on the swing, with her back to him, her head leaning on the rope.

Riley sniffled as she wiped at her cheeks. “so, what do you think about Liam?” she asked with a smile. As the wind blew through her hair she smirked. “yeah, me too, I like him a lot…oh, who am I kidding, I’m head over heels for him, mom, the possibility of not being with him, kills me, He’s nothing like anyone else, he’s kind, he’s caring, he has never made me feel like I’m not safe when I’m with him, plus…he’s extremely good looking” she giggled to herself. “oh mom, I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone” she sniffled

Liam quietly cleared his throat, careful not to scare her, but loud enough to catch her attention. Riley sat up straight, quickly wiping at her eyes. She slowly turned to face him. Liam's heart sank when he seen her eyes all puffy and red.

“Hey, hey…what’s wrong?” he quickly moved in front of her, dropping to his knees, his hands gently placed on her cheeks. “Jesus, Riley, your freezing!” Liam pulled his jacket off, and wrapped it around her shoulders “talk to me, Riley, why are you crying?”

“can you answer something for me?” she sniffled

“I can try”

“does every room in this manor have a lock on the door?”

“yes…” he replied confused “why?”

“every room but mine…”

“what do you mean?”

“I don’t have a lock on my door...”

“are you sure? every room should have a lock…”

“I’m sure…so is Tariq”

“Tariq?”

“Tariq…walked into my room”

“I don’t understand riley”

“Tariq walked into my room, Liam, I was in nothing but my underwear, I had just gotten out of the shower.”

“Maybe he made a mistake and thought it was his room…” he stated

“I don’t know…I mean, when he walked in, he thought I was getting undressed in his room…but that’s not the issue here…the issue is…he didn’t leave Liam, when he walked in, I grabbed my towel and tried to cover myself up…he…” she looked away as the tears started falling again, “he kept saying all of these things, he thought I had feelings for him or something but…I was pressed against the wall, he…Liam, he made me drop my towel…” her hands flew to her face as she cried “he forced his mouth onto mine…”

Liam froze in his spot, not knowing what to say. he quickly stood, gently pulling Riley to her feet with him, he pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry” he whispered “look at you, your shaking and everything, c’mon why don’t we get you inside, warm you up a little bit, we can talk” he whispered, Riley nodded, with his closest arm wrapped around her, Liam guided her back inside, towards the sitting room. Once they reached the sitting room, Liam sat Riley down on the sofa, pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa, and wrapping it around her. She got herself comfortable, pulling her feet up under the blanket to keep her warm.

“I’ll be back in two seconds” he told her, before headed out of the sitting room. As he closed the door, he seen Bastian standing outside.

“Bastian…am I right in saying every room in the manor has a lock?”

“yes, prince Liam, may I ask why?”

“Riley's room didn’t have a lock on the door” Liam informed him, Bastian frowned as he heard what he said “I need you to look into it”

“of course!”

“also, Tariq doesn’t leave this manor…I don’t care what anyone says…he doesn’t leave until ive spoken to him!”

“of course. I’ve not long seen him heading down to his room, he looked at little shaken up, I’ll look into the lock then I’ll go and check on him” Bastian took his leave, to go and look into the missing lock, then check on Tariq. Once Bastian left, Liam headed for the kitchen where he made himself and Riley some tea. Once they were done, he carried the mugs back down to the sitting room, where he carefully handed one to Riley.

“thank you” She whispered as she instantly felt the heat working its way back through her body when she took a sip. Liam placed his mug on the coffee table, then made his way over to the fireplace, he lit the furnace, bringing some light and heat into the room. He sat himself down on the sofa beside Riley, lifting his mug to take a drink. After putting it back down he gently took Riley's hand in his.

“I need to ask you Riley…did anything else happen? Did he-”

“no” she mumbled as she looked up at Liam “I pushed him away, and screamed at him, the thing is though…he was taken back when I shouted at him…as if he thought, I wanted him to do it…but I have never given him even the slightest reason to think, I was even remotely interested in him…he knows I am here for you and only you…so I don’t understand why he would think that…Either way…I shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place, I don’t understand why there was no lock on my door, Liam”

“Tariq has never been the kind of man to do something like that, He can barely speak to a woman without getting all nervous…it doesn’t make sense…” Liam sighed confused “I already have Bastian looking into the missing lock, he is also under strict rules to make sure Tariq doesn’t leave the manor.” he stated as he squeezed her hand comfortingly

“thank you, Liam…none of it adds up” Riley whispered. “come to think of it…he was acting strange earlier at the party…the whole conversation we had just left me feeling extremely uncomfortable, I just don’t understand where It came from…ive hardly spoken to him the whole time ive been in Cordonia…”

“none of it makes any sense…but the big question is…are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt…I think I’ll be okay, I think I just got a bit of a fright, y’know. It’s happened to me before…around 5 years ago…so I think the whole thing just brought back all those feelings and everything, as soon as Tariq left the room, I just started to panic…I couldn’t be in there, I had to get out of that room.”

“I’m so sorry this happened Riley, you should have been safe here, in my home, but you weren’t, and I’m so sorry for that.”

“this isn’t your fault Liam, you have nothing to apologise for, none of this was your doing.”

“I know but…”

“but nothing…” she whispered, “I don’t want to hear you apologise again, alright?”

“alright” he sighed

“Liam?” Riley sighed

“yeah?”

“are all of the rooms being used?”

“no, I can find you a new room”

“thank you, Liam…for everything.”

“Riley, you don’t ever have to thank me for anything.”

After the two finished their tea, they put the fire out, then Liam showed Riley to her new room. As they walked down the hallway, they came to a stop in front of a large wooden door with a gold plaque. Riley's eyes widened as she read the name “Prince Leo”

“Liam, I can’t stay in there, that’s your brothers’ room!”

“he’s not here, Riley, he won’t mind, I promise. Plus, I’m in the room next door, it means if you need anything, I’ll be right there.”

“Liam, this is too much”

“for you Riley, nothing is too much, I want you to feel safe here.” Liam gently squeezed her hand in his.

“I appreciate it, Liam, thank you” Riley wrapped her arms around his chest.

“just let me know if you need anything alright.” He said as he held her tight.

“I think I’ll be okay” she whispered

“for the record Riley…” he leaned down to her ear “I love you too” he whispered before placing a gently kiss on her head.

“I love you so much” she smiled, after a moment of silence she sighed “I should get to bed”

“alright, goodnight riley” he whispered

“goodnight, Liam” she replied before turning and entered the bedroom. The whole thing was magnificent, high ceiling, chandelier and Huge canopy bed.

“wow” she whispered as she disrobed and climbed into the bed.

Just as Liam went to open the door to his room, Bastian came sprinting down the hall “He’s gone!”

“what!?”

“Tariq! he’s gone! I went to check his room; all his things are gone! It’s like he was never in there!”

The more Bastian spoke, the Angrier he got…none of this was sitting right with him…something was amiss.

“Find him! I don’t care what it takes…find him and when you do, bring him to me!”

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[marymoresad]

Vou aproveitar que não tenho ninguém que conheço aqui e voltar a escrever, porque escrever ajuda lidar com meus sentimentos

[zaffrenotes]

Shining, Shimmering, Splendid

Pairing: King Liam x Queen Katrina Rating/Warnings: G – so fluffy. So, so fluffy. Summary: There’s a fundraising ball, dancing, and a little green-eyed monster. Author’s Note: *All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them* references and imagery of movie scenes belong to Disney* This fluffy one shot is dedicated to @brightpinkpeppercorn who wanted to know if/when Liam would make a certain face at Trina. I can’t even. I’ve been giggling the whole time I wrote this, I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it up! Also 2 mood boards because I MADE IT A GIF WITH THE THINGS! 😂 Word Count: +/- 1500 lol WAY MORE than 2 sentences, sorry Mar!

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Guests stepped into the grand ballroom, transformed from its royal opulence to a whimsical woodland fantasy. It was nothing short of magic – the dance floor looked like the center of town from Tangled, made to look like the stone streets, down to a lavender sun symbol straight out of the movie. Tables had custom centerpieces donated by local artists to fit the theme – a sculpture of Ariel forged together using forks, a hand-blown miniature glass menagerie tower, sparkling red crystal apples, army men carved out of wood next to carvings of Woody and Buzz Lightyear, even a precarious stack of teacups that trickled (water meant to look like) tea.

Liam looked around the room, voices buzzing as everyone took in the sights around them. It never ceased to amaze him when Katrina had a goal in mind – the benefit gala was sure to raise more than enough money for the family shelter and counseling program she initiated at the last Council meeting. He smiled to himself as he chatted with noblemen, shaking his head as his eyes glanced at the dessert tables – not a single detail was overlooked to fit the theme of the night.

Earlier in the evening wait staff carried trays of appetizers through the crowd – spinach pastry puffs reminiscent of Kronk’s specialty, along with a bite-size version of spaghetti and meatballs. Dinner courses included options like gumbo, ratatouille, traditional turkey dinner, and sushi served on wasabi green plates with porcelain soy sauce dishes shaped like socks.

Even dessert revolved around treats from the movies – trays of iced cookies that looked like they came straight from Wonderland, miniature pink and blue swirled cakes that could have been made by Fauna, and a beignet station. Liam made a mental note to make sure the kitchen staff got a hold of that recipe before the night ended.

“Trin has completely outdone herself this time,” Drake said, pulling Liam out of his slight daze. He handed him a glass tumbler, taking a long draw from the other one in his hand. “Scotch. Didn’t think you’d want one of the themed cocktails on the bar menu.”

Liam gratefully accepted the glass from Drake, pulling a long sip as he continued scanning the room. “I don’t know how she does it,” he mused to his friend. “She barely put a dent in the allocated budget and look at all this.”

“What d’you mean?”

“She called in every favor she could to keep the Crown from spending too much on the gala,” he answered. “Worked with Joelle for artists to make the centerpieces in a silent auction. Hana got designers to donate some of the dresses the ladies are wearing.” He directed Drake’s attention to the far end of the ballroom. “Rashad and his business partner used their connections to bring in a few celebrities with philanthropic interests.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “I swear I saw Cassandra Leigh walk past a little while ago.”

Drake grinned and let out a low chuckle. “Are you telling me you didn’t review the guest list, or are you admitting you have a celebrity crush?”

It was Liam’s turn to laugh. “I’m not implying either of those things. You’re part of the King’s Guard now, you know we called for more security because of the guests in attendance. Even a king can be humbled around movie stars.”

“Speaking of,” Drake replied, lightly tapping Liam’s shoulder, “I think one of them is flirting with your wife over there.”

Liam turned his head in the other direction, taking notice of the small group that had formed around Katrina. She looked dazzling in her gown, on loan from one of the designers Hana befriended. The strapless navy gown was covered in brilliant gold stars, stopping at a flattering tea length hemline rather than a full length ballgown, showing off her matching heels covered in gold dust. He watched as she gestured with her hands in the air – the way she usually did when telling a story – her audience captivated by their storyteller, until she reached the end, and they erupted into laughter. Then he saw it; Ryan Summers – the Ryan Summers – was gazing directly at Katrina, standing too close for Liam’s comfort, and placed his hand on the small of her back.

Liam felt his chest tighten and his blood started to course through his body, fast - much too fast. Just as he prepared to walk over and interrupt whatever Summers was planning to do next, Katrina stepped away from him, pointedly taking hold of Ryan’s hand and pushed it away from her. Liam couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the expression on her face was the same one she used on their children when they’d done something wrong. Ryan defensively put his hands in the air and took a step back as the rest of the group awkwardly watched their exchange. He walked away a moment later, swiping a glass of champagne off a waiter’s tray.

The King looked over at his queen, exchanging silent looks with one another until she smiled at him, and he winked at her. He finished the rest of his drink and set it on a nearby table before making his way to Katrina. The rest of the group greeted him with courteous bows and curtsies. “My Love,” he said, taking hold of her hand in his, pressing her knuckles to his lips, “will you do me the honor of having the first dance?” The ladies in the group clasped their hands together and “aww”ed at his request, causing Katrina to giggle.

“I’d love nothing more, my king.” Liam offered her his arm, and they walked over to the dance floor.

Liam went through his usual speech, thanking everyone for attending the benefit, making sure to draw attention to the centerpieces donated by local artists, as well as thanking anyone who assisted in putting the event together. “Last but by no means least of all,” he continued, looking over at Katrina, “I would like to thank this amazing woman standing next to me, for not only putting this whole evening together, but for envisioning a place where families can get the assistance they need in times of trouble. Thank you, my Queen, for this effort to make a new world for the next generation of Cordonians. To Queen Katrina!” Everyone in the ballroom applauded, and Katrina wiped a stray tear from her eye as Liam waited for the crowd to grow quiet. “As per tradition, Queen Katrina and I will perform the Cordonian Waltz before opening up the dance floor.” A staff member approached Liam and took the microphone from him, and the orchestra started warming up their instruments as the King and Queen took their position on the dance floor.

Katrina smiled up at her husband, noticing a glint of something in his eyes that she couldn’t place. “Something on your mind, Liam?”

The orchestra started playing the notes to “A Whole New World” and Liam led her through the beginning of the waltz, glancing over his shoulder to the crowd to see Ryan Summers blatantly staring at Katrina. “Someone seemed rather taken by your story earlier,” he huffed. He tried not to tense his jaw as he spoke, but he knew she’d seen it.

“Liam Rys, do I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice?” She looked into his eyes, a huge grin starting to bloom across her face, watching the man before her trying to keep his face still. The more he fought it, the worse it became – the muscles in his jaw twitched, his nostrils flared, and the little line between his brows formed.

“Hmph.” Liam exhaled sharply through his nose before twirling her around. “You seemed to have it under control.”

Katrina gently squeezed his shoulder, trying to keep their position while releasing the tension he was already carrying. “You have nothing to worry about, my King,” she replied, emphasizing the last two words. Liam’s eyes softened as they danced on. “At least it wasn’t Matt Rodriguez,” she teased. “Now he would give you something to worry about.”

Liam’s eyes went wide at her response as she kept her eyes locked on his for several counts. Then she burst into laughter. “You,” he growled, his eyes lighting up. “You’re awful,” he whispered, teasingly biting the air. He spun her around again into the embrace, pressing his lips to her ear. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“Promise?” she asked, her cheeks already starting to warm.

“I guarantee you’ll be –“ he paused to listen to the music playing. “Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling, through an endless diamond sky,” he crooned, holding her body closer to his with each step, before spinning her out of the hold. As the song – and dance – ended, Liam dipped her back and a gasp escaped Katrina’s lips, just as he leaned in and kissed her. The swift movement caught her completely by surprise, and in that moment she felt weightless as Liam’s lips pressed against hers, and she swore she could see stars.

[maryhaswritten]

Most of us use avoidance as our chief strategy for dealing with unkindness, steering clear of the mean person at all costs. But this strategy is neither practical nor effective, as it is often impossible to avoid a person completely and usually leaves us cowering in fear.

Fortunately, there is (i think) a better approach. First, remember that you can control your response when someone does or says something mean. We may not be able to control much about our life circumstances, but with practice we can control how we respond to those circumstances.

There's this guy whom I thought was sincere, but ha ha ha, he doesnt chat me anymore for he knows he's in trouble. He doesnt even ask how I am.

My instinct was to say mean words to him—to expose his cowardness to the world (kahit na naturingang POD sha lol) to tell everyone how insanely mean he is.

Orrrrrrr I could just ignore him and save energy for myself.

Neither of these responses—attacking back or becoming a spineless doormat—are constructive ways to cope. The most effective response to meanness is compassion. Where there is meanness, there is often a lot of pain, both in the unkind person and for the person on the receiving end of a mean joke, comment, or email.

Take care of your own pain first. When he left me hanging, I was shocked, and hurt (I cared what he thought of me), and, frankly scared.

The key is not to deny what we are feeling, but rather to accept it. Take a moment to be mindful and narrate your emotions: This embarrassment is excruciating. I am so frightened right now. Hang in there with unpleasant feelings at least long enough to acknowledge them.

Often we don’t want to admit we are hurt by another person’s meanness. We want to let it go without letting it get to us. If you can do this, more power to you. But if you can’t, that’s okay, too. You will survive the discomfort of your hurt feelings. It is perfectly normal to feel bad when someone wounds you.

Once you practice this sort of self-compassion, take the next step: See mean people for what they really are—wounded and tiny and probably threatened. Frightened mice masquerading as roaring lions.

[flowerpowell]

Second Chances (Drake x MC // Liam)

Part Eight (FINALE)

After 221938129 years I finally managed to write the last chapter of Second Chances! It was wild ride, let me tell you! I didnt plan to write so much I thought I’d end this series on chapter three. Also, sorry in advance for those of you who won’t like the ending. I had it planned from the beginning, this is the original ending, this is how it was supposed to end. I hope you will enjoy it and as always, every feedback is very appreciated!

All rights go to Pixelberry. I dont own the characters and some parts of dialogues.

Rating: PG-16 (language, mentions of gun violence, blood, death)

Word count: 3636 (whoops! but its the finale so I hope its okay)

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“DRAKE!”

“Drake...Drake!”

“Can someone help me lift Drake?”

“Riley! Help Drake and stay low. I’ll cover you!”

“I need help with lady Riley, she’s losing her consciousness!”

“Come on Drake, let’s get you out of here”

“Drake...you took a bullet for me”

“We have four injured people, one has been shot in the chest, one in the legs, the others were stabbed. One person is dead.”

“Drake...I love you.”

“I love you too, Brooks. I was a fool to try to fight it.”

“Duchess Riley is breathing but is unconscious, we need to take her under observation.”

“We should make the most of the time we have while we’ve got the chance. Brooks...Riley, will you marry me?”

“Sir Drake Walker needs to undertake an immediate surgery.”

“We’re getting married!”

“I might not say this enough but I’m honored to be by your side.”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that?”

“Y’know, I definitely didn’t think I’d meet the love of my life at my best friend’s bachelor party.”

“Me? I’m nobody. I’m never going to be good enough for someone like you.”

“You know, you’re engaged to the only man to win a Cordonian duel in a hundred years.”

“Oh, Liam...I can’t marry you. I’m in love with Drake...”

“Next time we go camping, how about we do it without the rest of them.”

“What’s keeping you awake? Is it scandalous thoughts about me?”

“We’re losing him! Drive faster!”

“I’d have to be...I mean, anyone would be a fool not to care about you.”

“When the time comes...when those photos aren’t hanging over your head anymore...I’ll still be here.”

“How about tonight? I can take you on a real date.”

“It’s a miracle I ever managed to make you fall for me.”

“Still shocks me sometimes, thinking about how close you are to being my wife.”

“I would like to have one last fling before we’re married. Only if it’s okay with you.”

“What I want more than anything is for you to be happy.”

“Room number three, transport her Grace to room number three as soon as possible!”

“Drake, what’s going on? Why are you shutting me off? Talk to me, please!”

“You’re still in love with him, aren’t you? That’s why you wanted to have a fling...to fuck Liam one last time!”

“Drake stop the car! I didn’t sleep with him!”

“I love you Drake Walker. Please never ever forget that.”

“DRAKE!”

~~~~

She woke up feeling sharp pain in her head. The room around was white and blurry. Was she dead? Is that was Heaven looks like?

Not being able to move, she rolled her eyes to see if there was anyone else in the room. It was empty.

Riley closed her eyes as the memories of last evening became more and more clear. She had no idea how long she was unconcious, what happened to other people who were at the party.

This man, Anton, she remembered...he tried to kill her. But he didn’t because...

Riley inhaled sharply and started shaking when she realized it was Drake who stopped the bullet, Drake who saved her life, Drake whom she loved more than anything in the world, Drake who wasn’t with her in the room.

Oh God, please let him be okay, please let him be alright--

“Good morning your Grace! I see you finally woke up!” a cheerful nurse greeted her and she realized she met her before.

Shit.

She met her when Drake got them in a car accident and she lost her memory.

Shit.

She lost her memory. She was rude to Drake. And now that she finally remembered everything Drake is...somewhere.

Shit, shit, shit.

“How long have I been here? Where’s Drake?” she asked in raspy voice.

“The attack took place last night. You were unconscious for about 10 hours. You hit your head quite badly on the floor. Do you remember what happened?”

“I do. Yes. Where’s Drake?”

“Sir Drake is being operated now,” the nurse smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Still?!” Riley exclaimed causing more pain in her head. He was being operated for over 10 hours. “Is he going to be alright?” she asked with shaky voice.

“I don’t know your Grace. From what I’ve heard...it’s a very complicated situation and the chances are pretty low...”

No...no...

Not like this.

Riley closed her eyes to stop her tears. This couldn’t end like this. Just no.

Please, please. All I want is a second chance, she prayed silently trying to divert her thoughts from overthinking the worst scenario.

She didn’t know how many minutes, maybe even hours, passed on her prayers, begging for a miracle, when she heard someone entering the room. Without moving her head, she shifted her eyes onto the door and saw Liam.

“Hey...” he started, standing awkwardly in the doorway, “May I come in?”

“Sure.”

“How are you feeling?” Liam asked sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Awful. I feel awful,” she admitted as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Liam put his hand on hers comfortingly. “I’m sorry. Maybe I can talk to someone to give you more painkillers? Is your head still--”

“It’s not that,” she whispered, “It’s Drake. They—they don’t know.”

Liam bit his lip slightly and thought for a while before answering. “It was a nasty shot. They’re doing everything they can,” he said slowly.

She turned to him despite the pain in her neck and head, and saw a real sadness in his eyes. “What happened there?”

“Anton had been planning this attack at your and Drake’s wedding. But since you broke off the engagement, he didn’t want to wait. Gladys...she worked with him. I had no idea, and I’m sorry. She told him about your memory loss and Anton was afraid there was a chance you’d marry me. That’s why he tried to kill both of us. But Drake saved you and ruined his plan. Then Hana hit him with a tray from behind so he wouldn’t try to shoot again and then Olivia, who somehow managed to steal someone’s gun, shot him. For good. He’s dead. Gladys was captured and is awating her sentence. Bastien, Mara, and other guards caught the rest of the attackers as well. Maxwell was shot in his legs when he tried to run up to you. Penelope and Bertrand were stabbed but luckily, everything is okay and wounds weren’t dangerous. Maxwell is still here, in the room next to yours, and he needs rest now. The rest is okay.”

“So...Anton is dead...there are no other dead people?” she asked.

“No. Not yet anyway.”

“Liam, don’t. He can’t die. We are supposed to get married, have kids, grow old together. He is supposed to know how much I love him. He can’t die now, not knowing how I feel about him. He can’t!” Riley yelled and Liam squeezed her hand for comfort.

“He’ll be fine. He’s strong, but...” he trailed off.

“But...?”

“But it means you remember,” he tried to smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m sorry Liam,” this time she squeezed his hand. “I remembered everything, although I think my heart always remembered. Only my head didn’t follow. And I’m so, so sorry for misleading you like this. I...was a mess.”

“It’s okay--”

“No, let me finish before I lose the courage,” she took a deep breath before continuing. This wasn’t an easy conversation but it needed to happen. She had to tell her how she really felt. “No matter what happens Liam, I won’t be your Queen. You’re the most wonderful man in the world and you deserve someone much better.”

In the corners of her eyes, she saw Liam nodding and she went on. “And even if Drake,” she swallowed hard, “even if he dies, I can’t be with you. My heart belongs to Drake. Has always belonged to him. I won’t be able to love you as much as you deserve to be loved.”

Liam sighed and remained silent for a minute before finally speaking. “Riley, I won’t lie and say it was easy for me but I understand. Maxwell helped me realize some things and, no matter how hard this is, I know you’re doing the right thing. I just hope that maybe, one day, a miracle happens and I’ll meet the one I could marry for love.”

“I’m sure you will. I’m sure,” Riley smiled at him warmly and they talked and talked, reminiscing Drake and their friends, trying to stay positive, until evening came and Liam left Riley alone in her hospital room.

~~~~

Drake’s surgery lasted for almost twenty-four hours. He was already out of it but remained unconscious. They put him five rooms away from Riley’s. Despite her pleas, the nurses asked her to rest and not to get out of the bed. Drake needed rest as well. But...

But it was already four in the morning and she still couldn’t sleep. She needed to see him. As carefully and slowly as she possibly could, Riley sat down and straightened herself. Gently, she put both of her feet on the floor, and with help of the crutches left next to her bed, she stood up.

She waited a few moments before she stopped feeling dizzy and took a few steps towards the door.

So far so good.

Wincing with each step, she managed to reach Drake’s room. Taking a deep breath to calm her down, she entered the room and tears welled in her eyes. Drake, the love of her life, the man whose heart she broke so many times, her hero, this big, fearless man, lay there, now so small and vulnerable.

She walked up to his bed sat down on a chair. He was lying motionless connected to some machines.

“Hey,” she said placing her hand on his. “It’s me, Brooks. And I just wanted to apologize. I remember now and I wish things were different. I love you Drake. I always have. Please, just don’t give up on me now. Fight for me, my hero,” she sobbed bringing his hand to her lips, kissing it, her tears wetting it. She stayed there, talking to him, about the life they could have until she fell asleep, on a chair next to him.

~~~~

The rays of sun woke her up and it took her a while to realize where she was. Still gripping Drake’s hand, she put her head on his pillow and closed her eyes.

“Riley?” she heard Drake’s voice and turned to him rapidly. Her head ached but she didn’t care. He was awake!

“Drake? Drake! You’re awake, you’re okay, you’re here!” she exclaimed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to hug him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” he asked, confused to see her here.

“I’m perfectly fine. Just worried about you. Anton shot you, I mean, wanted to shoot me but you saved me. Again.” she smiled at him.

“Again...” he repeated and the realization hit him. “Again! You...remember?” He couldn’t believe it.

“I do, I do remember everything Drake. I love you so much, can you forgive me?”

“You remember...you remember! There’s nothing to forgive, I’m so happy right now I--”

“Oh I see Mr Walker is awake! And Duchess Riley too as I can see. What a nice surprise to see you here, your Grace!” The nurse with the same, cheerful smile walked in.

“Yes, I umm, couldn’t sleep and decided to check on my fiance,” she stressed the last word and noticed Drake smiling widely.

“I’m sure you are both very happy but I need to take Mr Walker to examine him. And you, your Grace, need to be examined too.”

“Oh, sure! I’ll see you soon?” she turned to Drake and despite a slight pain in her head, she leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured before she left the room and happier than she ever was, she got back to her bed.

~~~~

The next few days were the most hectic ones Riley had ever experienced. Drake was recovering but after a few days he was dismissed and could go back home. Liam offered him a place in the palace but Drake wanted to go to his place.

Liam apologized for his behavior and Drake admitted to his wrongdoings as well. At first, it was rather awkward but none of them wanted to waste such great friendship over a few arguments.

Maxwell became Liam’s confidant, to Riley’s surprise, and with his help, Liam was slowly accepting the fact that Drake and Riley belonged together.

Cordonia learned the truth about Anton as his death was announced along with Gladys’ jail sentence. With his death, Olivia’s marriage was annulled, which she celebarated by buying herself a celebratory dagger.

Riley visited Drake in his house every day, helping him out and keeping him company. Even though they both were happy to be alive and together, some things were still unresolved. One day, when they were both watching a movie, Riley decided to bring this up.

“Drake...did you forgive me for what I said when I lost my memory?” she asked hesitanly.

“Huh? Of course, it was me who should be sorry, I caused the accident. There’s nothing to forgive, love,” he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer.

“Are you sure?” she inquired and he raised his eyebrow.

“What are you getting at?”

“I just wanted to know where we stand,” she murmured, suddenly embarassed.

“Currently we’re sitting.”

“Drake! I meant with us. We’re dating, I’m wearing the ring but I was thinking...maybe I could move in with you? If you want to?” she looked at him.

“I don’t really want to live with my girlfriend, y’know?”

“Oh...”

“...But I would love to live here with my wife,” he smiled and her as her eyes widened. “If that’s still what you want.”

“Of course I want to!” she threw herself on him, peppering his face with kisses as he giggled. They spent the night discussing the details of their wedding.

~~~~

The ceremony happened a week later and it was compromise between a big wedding and Drake’s dream small one.

“I now pronouce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” Regina said as Drake leaned down to his now wife and kissed her tenderly.

As much as Liam was happy for his best friend, his heart was still aching. Not necessarily for Riley, but rather for love, actual, genuine love that he was afraid he was never meant to experience.

Wishing the newlyweds the best at their reception he excused himself and together with Bastien, he came back to his palace.

He hated himself for not being able to be there, to be with them but the more he looked at how happy Drake and Riley were, the sadder he became. Was it selfish to dream of such love too?

Changing into his sweats, a garment worn only within the walls of his own room, he left the palace and headed to the place which always helped him clear his head.

When he was about to enter, a couple was just leaving it and covering his face with a hood, he remembered the maze was open to the public that day. And he was supposed to be at his friends’ wedding.

Liam went deeper into the maze and when he reached the middle of it, he spotted a young woman sitting on the ground and drinking something straight from the bottle.

“Hi,” she said, noticing him too.

“Hi. Can you actually drink it here?” he asked with a smile on his face.

“Probably not.” Correct. “But I’m drinking cider so it’s like embracing the Cordonian spirit,” she said and he chuckled. Fair enough.

“Anyway, I’m Anna*. From America, Boston. It doesn’t actually matter but I just came here yesterday because my friends are huge fans of this American whose wedding is today. So they left me here alone, having fun on the wedding themselves. What about you? What are you doing here at eleven at night?” she held her hand for him to shake it. Didn’t she recognize him?

“I’m L—Louis. From here, and I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted shaking her hand. It was better to play safe and not reveal his real name. Besides, would he ever meet her again? Probably no.

“I know the feeling. Wanna drink?” Anna held the bottle towards him but he only shook his head. At least he wouldn’t break the law.

The two of them stood in silence before she finally spoke. “Are you okay? Sorry for that but I’m a psychologist and you see, I analyze people. And I see something is bothering you. Maybe I can help?”

“No...Actually, I’m just a little heartbroken. It’ll pass.” He smiled sadly at her.

“Ah, I get it. A girl broke up with you?”

“Not really. I fell for someone who fell for my friend. I never had a chance and I thought she was only chance for love.”

“Ow, that must have hurt! But come on, you’re young! You’re gonna meet your love eventually! You’re not like the King of this country or whatever who needs to get married in order to secure the monarchy. Oh boy, he must be so screwed,” she took a sip from the bottle.

Indeed, screwed.

“Sorry, I’m really sorry. I don’t talk that much to strangers...Actually I don’t talk that much to anyone. Normally I would run away seeing another person but today it’s just not my day,” she sighed.

“What happened? If I may ask? I’m no psychologist but I’m a good listener.”

“Soooo. I lost my job. The guy whom I was in love for almost five years, and who swore he loved me too just got engaged to another woman, who’s pregnant with his baby by the way, my friends dragged me here, to a country I don’t know and never knew existed because they have a crush on the King, and they left me alone tonight so I decided it was time to do something I normally don’t do.”

“Drink...alone?”

“Talk to people. Well, mumble, rather. I talk as if I was drunk but I promise you I am not.”

“I’m sorry for what happened. He must be a jerk to leave a woman like you,” Liam put a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her a little. There was something about her...something he couldn’t really explain but he really liked her. He liked her openess, her realness.

“No, I’m used to being abandoned, really. It’s fine. I know I’m just too much to handle. I understand him,” she sniffed as she drank from the bottle again.

“I wish I could help you but honestly I feel exactly the same,” he admitted and once again refused when she tried to hand him the cider.

Liam and Anna talked for a few hours, discussing their lives (omitting the King part of course), Anna admitted she felt bad about not knowing about the existence of Cordonia and after she said she didn’t know what the King looked like, Liam was relieved. For the first time in a very long time he pretended he was a regular man. He listened curiously about Anna’s decision to become a psychologist to help others, after she had to deal with depression as a teenager. In exchange, he told her about the traditions of this country, about his mother and his father. He mentioned his brother and the two laughed at some of Leo’s adventures. After a few hours, Liam even shared his deep fear of never finding a true love and Anna nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

“I sometimes wonder...what if I missed it? What if a true wasn’t meant for me? What if my true love chose someone else?”

“Then she wasn’t your true love,” Anna replied looking in the distance. It was already very late but somehow neither of them were tired. “Listen, your true love would never fall for someone else, okay? And this comes from a person who’s currently unsuccessfully trying to get over the guy she was desperately in love with and who treated her like a garbage she felt she was.”

Liam chuckled, “We’re both pretty pathetic, aren’t we? Whining about the people who probably didn’t deserve us.”

“Do you think there still might be a chance for us? For broken people who don’t believe there’s ever a chance to be in love again?”

He thought for a while about Riley and Drake, the reception probably already ended. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe Riley wasn’t meant for him after all. She was happy with his best friend and Drake was happy with her. They both fought hard to be with each other and it was worth it. Maybe he could fight too? Maybe...he could fall in love again?

“I’d like to think so, yes.” He smiled softly at her, feeling calm about the future, for the first time in a long time.

“Well, in this case,” she smiled warmly at Liam, handing him the bottle, “here’s to second chances!”

*Anna is my OC for Liam, so you can guess what happens next :)